Oh Kang-min, a senior of the architecture department at Jae Won high school, works as a mechanic and sometimes just wants a moment of peace. He is known as-
The Ravenous Tiger
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"What the?..", the tall male walking through the corridors mutters quitely, his eyes scanning the classes in curiosity. The doors are all open, the desks and chairs are either abandoned on the floor or moved haphazardly around the room, almost as if the students were rushing to leave.
He hears the distant sounds of shouting and cheering coming from below him, causing the male to walk faster.
"Must be on another floor", he concludes to himself.
As he steps down the stairs, he involuntarily reels back at the sudden loud voices coming from a crowd of people standing outside of what looks to be the fashion department.
"What did i just see?!" One shouts, other students adding their own astonishment and awe.
"Damn!"
"No way!"
"You saw that?!"
He approaches the doorway, people parting for him, shrinking or stumbling away from him. The sudden silence is unbearable to the imposing male, catching the tell tale whispers of who he is, he begins to ignore those around him.
"Who is that?"
"Isn't that Oh Kang-min?"
"What is the Ravenous Tiger doing here?"
Looking down at the boys being surrounded by people, he notices that one of them is on the ground holding his stomach, coughing up spit.
The crowd erupts with excitement as the fight comes to a close, the boy on the floor glaring dangerously at everything around him. Oh Kang-min twitches at the exclamations, his ears bearing the brunt of it all, he decides to finally intervene.
"What is going on here?", His voice booming throughout the classroom and hallway, making people flinch at the volume. His eyes are hard with annoyance, stature tall and intimidating. The tattoos on his arms and the amount of scars littering his body adding to the effect.
He glances at the boy on the floor, holding his intense and slightly glassy gaze. Walking towards the fallen male, he bends down grabbing a hold of the tired body and flipping him onto his shoulder. The following shout brings an impressed smile onto his scarred face.
'So he still has some fight left in him?', the red-head thought, not bothered by the stares or the writhing body he held.
"I'm taking him to the nurse's office", he announced, the body above him stilled, and the silence that continued after he left the classroom followed him till he reached the office.
The students stared in shock, as the footsteps began to fade away into the hallway and as soon as Kang-min left, the whispers and muttering blew up.
Daniel Park watched as the tall male left, his sweating face going unnoticed by everyone expect himself, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The students congratulations going to deaf ears, as he only thought about that male.
'Who was that?'.
"Let me go!", the squirming male yelped, his hands holding onto Kang-mins' clothes in a death grip. His efforts were in an act of futile desperation, the man holding him clenched his teeth in irritation as the was boy starting to get on his nerves.
"Just let me take you to the nurse!", he retorted back, voice holding an undertone of exasperation. The boy stopped moving erratically at that command, body going limp as he had given up in convincing Kang-min to stop.
Heading down towards the nurse's office, Kang-min realised that students were beginning to pile back into the classrooms, all staring at him and the boy on his shoulder, not letting the comments and murmurs get to him.
Gazing stonily at those closest to him, he began to speed up his walking pace as he felt the boy on his shoulder stiffen at the stares.
Arriving at the office, he took note that the nurse wasn't in at the moment, he let out a huff at this, berating the staff in his head about their poor behaviours.
'Imagine if the principal heard about this?', he wondered.
'He's probably in this as well'
"Looks like i have to patch you up myself", he declared to the empty room, the boy not making a move that indicated he heard. Making his way to a bed, Kang-min gently tossed the boy onto it. The boy flopped down slowly, hissing in pain at the sudden movement, grabbing his stomach to ease the stinging.
Searching through the cabinets for any bruising salve and bandages, he clicked his tongue at the amount of salves and other tools that were in there.
'They're clearly lacking', he thought.
He eventually found both of the needed items, making his way with them to the boy, his steps fast and light.
"Lift up your shirt", he ordered the wincing boy, watching in slight amusement at the defensive and questioning look he received. As an answer, he showed the bruising salve and bandages, noticing the way understanding filled the boys eyes.
The boy took ahold of his shirt, hesitantly raising it upwards, glaring down at the large bruise that was developing into something ugly and purple.
Kang-min slathered a moderate amount of the salve onto his fingers and began rubbing it lightly on the bruise, aware that it was making the boy wince and his stomach clench. When finished, he wrapped the bandages around the boys torso, allowing the boy to let out a sigh.
An awkward silence came over them, making both of them uncomfortable to the bone.
"What's your name?", Kang-min questioned, watching the boy shift.
"Zack Lee", he answered.
"Oh Kang-min", the red-head said, stating his own name.
"Yeah, i heard", Zack said sourly, his eyes turned to face the wall, a small frown marring his features. His arms crossed over each other, foot bouncing up and down on the bed, the sheet going along with the movement.
Kang-min stood up, he stretched his back till he heard cracks and pops, rising to his full height. The weight of Zack had made his back slouch slightly.
"I'll be going now", he said, the boy on the bed making no move to acknowledge him, still facing the wall.
Exiting the room, Kang-min kept silent throughout the trip to his homeroom, wondering if there will ever be a time of peace and silence in this school, where he could just take a nap.
'That would be nice', he thought to himself, contently.
Author note: thank you for reading this, it would be greatly appreciated if you could comment on how i could improve my writing.
