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「I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aero plane」
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Momo and Junhoe stood outside the bodega in south Seoul, both looking around for the next person who was of age to walk along.
"When's Yen and Daeil coming?" Junhoe mumbled as Momo just shrugged, her brother was on drug dealer schedule... 3 hours late as always. If he says 5 he means 8:30 or later. Don't trust that man's sense of time.
"So we have to get our own wraps?" Kiji came out the store holding three bottles of pop, handing them to Momo and Junhoe.
"Yeah, and none of us look old enough, so we have to finesse someone again." Momo sighed, hand on her face.
Sadly, the peace was broken as they sat happily for only three minutes till a familiar face rolled around. "Look, the criminals just are filthy around this part." None other then Hyunsik, Juli's boyfriend, rounded the corner with a group of rich little boys in tow.
There was five of them Hyunsik, Dongjoo, Jaeho and Taemin. All of them had gelled up hair with those stupid sperry shoes, like seriously how did that fad reach every place in the world?
"Please, did country club get cancelled today?" Momo sucked her teeth, tossing her bottle cap at his feet. To the prep that was disrespectful, his face turning into disgust as he spat back but missed quiet miserably.
"Excuse me I'll have you know you wouldn't even know what that was like." He said, his sleeves rolled up as Junhoe just ignored them along with Kiji. Kiji would break before Momo probably, anger was his speciality when it came to high class pricks. "I said you wouldn't even have that luxury." The trio looked amongst themselves, deciding to ignore the five boys.
Dongjoo, the tall but stick skinny one took momo's drink and tossed it to the ground. It was probably one of the worst ideas he had, Momo standing up and taking Junhoe's drink and slamming it against his head.
Ok maybe Momo would break first.
He screamed, holding his head as Taemin shouted at her and another came closer. Junhoe was pretty bummed about his drink, staring at it as Momo held the broken neck of the bottle in her hand as she dared another to step forward. Taemin threw his knife, letting skim across the girls head as she charged.
Jongin didn't have any big plans today, other then realizing he had nothing to eat in his apartment. He sighed out, hitting his head on the refrigerator door.
"I don't wanna go outside." He stressed to himself. Even if the bodega was a block he just didn't wanna go out. That meant people. But alas, the man tossed on a jacket and slid on a pair of black Gucci slides.
He walked with his hands in his pockets, dragging along as he rounded the corner, a sound of glass shattering rang in his ears as a scream rang out. The man snapped his head up as he rounded the corner to see the one and only standing there.
He watched as four students of his and others stare at each other with murderous eyes and one on the ground, something flying and hitting the girl. next thing he knew he watched a senior grab Momo by the throat.
She swung with a sharp object, catching him in the face but he popped her back in the face. The hit sounded fucking gnarly, he sucked in a breath as a tattooed boy stood and launched an even harder hit.
Jongin wasn't gonna lie, he did look down for a split second and breathe in before next thing he knew he was in the middle.
He held two boys by the necks of their shirts, throwing them to the ground. He grabbed momo's hand seeing his jacket on her, helping her up as his low voice boomed.
"If you five don't get out of here right fucking now I'll have you all defunded quicker then you can speak." His eyes bore into Hyunsik, he knew his father all too well and the latter knew that.
"Mister Kim you don't understand these-"
"What the hell did I just say?" Jongin turned his body to him, not caring he was in sweatpants and a white shirt. He was a young kid once, and he didn't have a problem fighting a kid. They want the smoke they'll get the smoke.
Momo, Junhoe and Kiji looked at each other in confusion. "Dude you know their-"
"Keep stepping." He hissed as the boys scattered. Then he turned his attention to the three hoodlums behind him, all staring with opened mouths.
"What the hell was that?" He asked the kids, all of them stuttering as the heavily tattooed one spoke.
"They, they like to start fights with us. They came at Momo and we just defended ourselves even though Momo went a little over board Mister Kim." He eyed the two boys, they weren't his students, he only saw the shorter one around but this one looked almost too old.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Kiji, this is Junhoe. We go to the high school and have third and lunch with Momo." He answered, Momo rubbed her head only to bring her hand away and see a good amount of blood.
"Hey, kiji." She looked at the oldest, showing him her hand. Jongin was brushed off in that moment as the two boys gasped, trying to figure what to do.
"Shit Junhoe go in there and ask the lady for something!"
Jongin looked and saw Momo's face dripping with blood, she just looked at him with a confused face.
"But I don't hurt." She spoke as jongin took his hoodie off and pressed it to her head. Kiji looked at him with something flashing behind his eyes.
"Daeil, her brother, will be here soon."
"Then I guess he will probably be having to meet us at a hospital."
