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Ages!

Jungwoo!17

Lucas!17

Doyoung!18

Jaehyun!19

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Jaehyun woke up to loud banging on the outside of his door. He groaned and got up from the floor where he had fallen asleep the night before. He scratched at his bare chest and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

He made a quick beeline to his room's door and flung it open, "what—" He was about to say, but he was quick to shut up when he saw it was his father.

"Why aren't you ready?" His father said, a lit cigarette between his index and middle finger.

The teen held a calm face, "I'm going to get ready right now, sir," he said.

The man nodded and took a long drag of his cigarette. Jaehyun gulped but kept his posture straight so he didn't seem nervous. His father looked at him for a quick moment, exhaling the smoke into the teen's face.

Jaehyun's father tapped his cigar off, the ash falling to the ground. "Hold your arm out," the man said. Jaehyun did as he was told and held his arm out, the inside of his forearm pointed upward. On his skin, were dozens of circular burn marks littered over Jaehyun's tattooed arm.

"If you keep getting tattoos you're never going to get a job," the man said, pressing the cigarette into his son's skin. Jaehyun grit his teeth, a tear escaping past his eyes. The burn didn't hurt him anymore, but it seemed to be an involuntary response whenever the lit cigar made contact with his bare skin.

His father took the stick off of Jaehyun's skin and flicked it at him. "Go get ready, now," he said, leaving the teen.

"Yes, sir," Jaehyun said. He was about to close the door when his father spoke up again.

"And get that fucking jewelry out of your face," he said.

Jaehyun nodded. "Yes sir," he said. The blond let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding when the man finally left. He went back into his room and closed his door with a huff. Jaehyun walked into his bathroom and stared into the mirror.

"Goddammit," he sighed. Jaehyun peered close into the mirror and touched his black eye with light fingers. The bruise extended past his browbone piercing, which made the area delicate to the touch. He hissed and retracted his hand.

After brushing his teeth and splashing cold water on his face, Jaehyun got dressed. A simple black t-shirt and black jeans. He picked up his school bag and slung it over his shoulders. On the way out, he picked up a stray packet of cigarettes and stuffed it into his pocket before heading out.

Jaehyun peeked into the living room to see his father passed out on the couch. He left without a moment to spare.

The air of late September was a little too warm for Jaehyun's liking, but the light breeze on his face made up for it. Jaehyun was thinking of skipping, but it was the first day of school, and he may as well show up at least once.

"Hey, who rocked your shit huh?" A voice called behind him, followed by two sets of laughter.

Jaehyun turned around and saw that it was two sophomores. They probably just wanted to pick a fight to seem tough, the blond thought to himself.

The underclassmen froze when they saw the older's appearance. "You should see the other guy," Jaehyun snorted.

"You guys better run along, instead of picking fights with the wrong people," Jaehyun said. With a smile, he turned around and walked on. He wasn't the least bit worried about a few puny kids, so he continued without looking back.

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As you can probably tell, A LOT HAS CHANGED!

Most of the story's ideas are still here, but I feel like I've improved on my story-telling abilities so I've decided to give the story a bit of a glow-up!

So excited to show you cuties how much I've improved!!!!