REWRITTEN
"wake up, you piece of shit. make me breakfast."
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youngjae was currently on the floor of broken plates, still hesitant and scared to move. until he heard footsteps, so he instantly sat up. as the weight on his bottom increased — due to the weight of his top — the sharp pieces against his ass, through his shorts increased as well. looking down at his legs, that youngjae has folded up slowly, so it would be avoiding the floor, youngjae took the best thing out of this was that he wore thick socks, and could walk properly.
as the footsteps were still around, above him he suspected that sun min was getting ready, so he quietly and slowly stood up. he didn't have time to clean himself before sun min would reach downstairs, so he tiptoed towards the broom, avoiding to look at the now dried blood on the kitchen floor.
he brushed over the floor and the dried blood, attempting to clean the broken pieces. it took a few minutes, and youngjae was constantly anxious that sun min would come any minute.
he then removed his white shirt, and poured some water on te blood on the floor. using his shirt as a sort of mop, youngjae cleaned the floor, constantly squeezing blood out his shirt and onto the sink.
once youngjae was sure everything was clean, footsteps were heard again. thinking that sun min was still changing his clothes, youngjae quickly ran to his room, grabbing sweatpants and wearing them over his shorts, and putting on a navy blue hoodie. leaving his bloody shirt on his floor.
rushing downstairs again, he quickly prepared a simple breakfast.
-
someone had slapped youngjae on his back again. it usually wouldn't hurt, but with all those untreated cuts on his back, it did. a lot. someone has slapped him jokingly as the person put a sticky note that said 'kick me' on his back, as he assumed.
wincing, youngjae looked forward and continued walking. only to be slammed into the wall, and it had to be right where the locker-lock was.
like it didn't seem to hurt much to the person who shoved him, they kicked. a guy kicking is understandable.
a girl, okay. but a girl with high heels against your fucking back, is like someone forcefully shoving a screw without a hole into you.
"what the fuck?" youngjae said out loud, grabbing the shoe that was pressing harder against his back, and twisting it. the owner of the shoe retracted, scowling loudly.
youngjae would never let anyone think he is weak. anyone.
"so the choi youngjae isn't actually who people think he is." the girl snickered, and youngjae got up, wincing as the scars on his body acted up.
he walked over to girl. "what? going to hit me?" the girl smirked. "but who hits girls? i mean, if you hit the female species, you're basically a coward."
"coward? cowards are consumed by fear. but anyways, only a coward says that." youngjae said, stopping a few centimeters in front of the girls feet. every time youngjae said coward, he emphasized it. "cowards do things, point? they blame it something else." youngjae said, pointing at the bright heels the girl was wearing.
youngjae sighed. "female species? humans? ninety-percent the same fucking thing." he then pulled his fist back, letting it go right in front of the girl's face. "honestly, the only fucking thing that fucking differentiated us from the start were penises and vaginas. that's what people thought, what we think now. different humans think different." youngjae said, as he looked at the girl as she fell with a loud thud on the floor.
youngjae did this because he knew he wouldn't get in trouble. the school went under his dead mom's name. this girl wouldn't dare think about reporting youngjae to authorities.
"fuck you!" the girl yelled, as she grabbed her nose (in attempt to stop the pain) and glanced as youngjae's figure became smaller as he went further.
youngjae was already far from the scene, and a teacher was there to investigate the girl.
"who punched you?" the teacher had asked the girl, but afraid. "no one." she smiled bitterly. "i blame myself, sorry, teach." she scowled, actually thinking about youngjae. "i slipped and slammed by face into the locker." she lied smoothly, also talking about her heels.
"sure. . ." the teacher trailed off, confused. "go to the infirmary."
the teacher shook her head, "kids these days."
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as youngjae entered late to his class, he was immediately scolded at. "youngjae! twenty-three minutes and fifty-eight seconds late to class, now rounded off to twenty-four minutes!" his teacher exclaimed, trying not to smile as his smartest student was finally late.
"you really were waiting for me, huh, sir?" youngjae rolled his eyes as he took his place.
"w—what! of course, n—not!" the teacher stuttered, slamming his markers on his desk.
"right. okay." youngjae had taken his things out of his back, making sure his cuts wouldn't be touched.
"terrible attitude." the teacher glared at youngjae, but nevertheless continued his class.
"psst, youngjae." his seat mate, im jaebum called out to him. youngjae flinched as he saw his hands approach him, causing the elder to frown.
"what?" youngjae asked. "i don't have time for your shit—"
"detention~" the teacher hummed, not facing youngjae.
he heard jaebum snicker, giving youngjae the idea that jaebum did this purposely. to get him in trouble.
youngjae clenched his fists, wanting to punch another bitch. "you fucking piece of shit." youngjae muttered loud enough for jaebum to hear, but youngjae assumed jaebum rolled his eyes.
as the class progressed, youngjae wanted to complain that this was what they learned back at elementary. but his classmates continued writing it, like they've never gotten this information before.
extremely bored, youngjae started to let his eyes flutter, slowly starting to close.
jaebum was about to touch him and wake him up, but remembering youngjae' reaction when he saw his hand move towards him, he didn't want a bad impression.
youngjae was no peacefully sleeping, deep enough and fast enough that he didn't hear jaebum's words
youngjae, don't sleep, oh my god.
you'll get in trouble.
shit, your detention wasn't even your fault- what the fuck was that teacher at?
N:
anyone sad yet lol
07/25/17
