Often | JJK

三

[Bodies and Fists]

It wasn't just the nauseating view of half naked girls hanging around old fat truck drivers, that gave me the motivation to run away from that filth, but also the fact, that I get lost in all this having no idea where my brother was.

I didn't count the times I banged my head against a pair of tits, but I kept my head down, trying to find a corner with not many people.

I faced a fighting ring in the middle of the sport hall, almost hidden by the loud heap of drunk people around it.

I sighed, pushing every single sweaty body in front of me, finally able to breath normally when I distanced myself from the ring.

After I took a sit on a bench next to the wall of the hall, I took immediately my phone, entering Taehyung's number, even though there was a slim possibility, that he could be able to hear his ringtone in such a mess.

"Fuck Taehyung."

I cursed under my breath, when the answering machine answered instead.

How could be possible, that he didn't notice my  absence, yet?

Was I that insignificant?

I let a frustrated sigh out of my mouth, getting mentally a plan ready to reach home without getting lost or being harassed by asking for indications.

"Never mind, it was a shitty day for me, too."

I looked up to know if the person was actually talking to me and I found two pair of familiar big blue eyes staring at me.

"Isaac, right?"

He chuckled lightly, taking a sit next to me.

He had various earrings and a stud piercing each side of his nostril hole, that was still bloodstained for the fight that afternoon.

"Will you tell me your name or should I confine myself to call you secret saving grace?"

I smiled genuinely at his words.

"This sounds as if  I'd be a goddess. Cher is fine."

"Alright Cher, I think I owe you a thank you."

I wrinkled my forehead. I wasn't able to change anything to avoid the beating he got from Jeongguk. So basically I have been useless.

"You don't, I mean I don't think I made a difference."

He chuckled and shook his head, putting his hand through his brownish hair to remove them from his line of sight.

"I don't appreciate the non existent difference you make, but the trying to make one."

I separated lightly my lips from each other, thinking about his words, that made absolutely sense.

"I have nothing against it, but why are you here?"

"I have been dragged by two deficients and I don't even know where they at now. What about you?"

We both watched the loud wild people crowding with money in their hands, showing that the fight was about to begin.

"I have to do a kind of deposit into the account of an old friend of mine, remember?"

His voice was jokingly and sarcastic at the same time. He had a relaxed expression and didn't seem bothered or something.