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He's smiling evil, wiping the blood off his chin, grins at the defeated, limp body beneath. He hears the cheers, the hooting those idiots around him do and rolling his eyes, he gets down the ring and into the crowd, let them embrace him. He knows his power, his position and knows how the guys are salty but yet they lick his feet.
"You're such an asshole," Shon laughs, punches younger on the chest. They look as some guys lift the unconscious body off the ring and take him outside. He is probably going to the hospital, everyone does. After a fight with Jeon Jeongguk, everyone goes to the hospital. It's a sick known fact and yet some crappy jealous guys always tend to get into a fight with him.
Jeongguk cracks his neck before untying the cloth wrapped around his wrist as he proceeds to walk into his room. The boy has a room of his own in the frat house. For a kid as loaded as him, anything is easy. Shon doesn't follow behind, he knows Jeongguk, he knows he likes to be alone after every fight. He doesn't know why but he knows. He knows him better than Jeongfuk does himself, better than his father, better than his mother; rich boy but poor relationships. He hates home, loves the adrenaline that comes with the fight, wants it, loves it, lives because of it.
Half an hour later Jeongguk is changed up into fresh clothes, his hair tidy and face clean, no bruises at all. It's funny how the opponents leave all bruised up and dead while he doesn't even get a single scratch. Shon spots him to his way out and follows behind, makes his way through the crowd and catches him right outside the door. "Jeon." He keeps his hand on younger's shoulder and says, "How's―", he pauses, thinks, debates and finally asks, "everything?"
Jeongguk knows, he knows what he actually wants to ask. "The usual." He looks away, towards the parking lot, looks for his bike and says, "don't wanna talk about it."
Shon nods, hums with a faint smile on his face. "Be careful," he says, takes a step back and sees as Jeongguk stares for a moment, nods and walks to his bike. He wears his helmet and looks at Shon again after he starts the engine. They both nod at each other once again before Jeongguk leaves.
It's slightly cold, nearly autumn. His birthday coming soon but that's the last thing he ever has on his mind. He has struggles, everyone does, every family does; but he doesn't know how to cope up with them, thus the wrong path. The brutal path of betrayal, blood and wars. He loves all of it, it helps him cope. He's addicted and won't get out until another addiction seeps in. He tried smoking once and loved the feeling, the feeling of burning. The bitter, toxic smoke filled his lungs for a couple weeks until Shon had come to the rescue. Jeon was not visiting the frat house during those days and Shon knows; if the boy doesn't come then he's doing something worse, something to get him addicted and Shon doesn't want him to get worse than he already is. Shon is in a cycle of trying to help the boy and bring him back to the frat house. He can't help it, he has to or the younger might do something he would regret. And that's what younger's entire life has been filled with; regret. But now he wants it no more, wants to get out of the hell pit, wants to be a better son, a better friend and a better boyfriend.
