Fighter ( Park Chanyeol X Male reader )

Fighter

(Chanyeol's POV)

I watched as everyone started to back away, their eyes fixed on me as I walked down the hallway. I own this school - most people are scared of me. Well, the girls all want to be inside my pants; honestly, they're mostly just hopping from one guy to the next anyway.

As I made my way home, taking different alleyways to avoid detection, I heard footsteps coming up fast behind me. My head whipped around and I saw two burly boys come tumbling into view. I felt a twinge of apprehension but quickly realized that I could take them both.

Without missing a beat, I threw my bag down onto the ground and cracked my knuckles, ready for action. With lightning speed, I made a swift kick towards the tallest of the two boys, sending him tumbling to the ground. I then threw a fierce left hook towards the second boy's face, but he managed to dodge it by backing up - only to trip over his own friend lying helpless on the ground.

Pleased with myself, I picked up my bag and started walking out of the alleyway, leaving the two battered boys alone in the dirty alleyway to lick their wounds and contemplate their poor life choices.

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I opened the door to my bedroom and took a moment to admire its neatness - a product of weeks of organization. I had very few possessions, but that was all I needed in life – no money or power mattered to me. I sat down on the bed and turned up my music, when an echo reverberated from downstairs. I crept out of my bedroom and peeked around the corner to see my younger brother Sehun marching up the stairs. His face was swollen and tinged purple with bruises; his hands were cut and scabbed over.

Without thinking, I grabbed his wrist and thrust him into my bedroom, quickly closing the door behind us. With a gentle grip on his shoulder, I hugged him from behind. Despite everything he'd been through, we still shared a deep bond; he knew it too, for whenever we were alone together, I would hug him without saying

a word.

"Did something happen?" I finally asked him, but he only shook his head in reply. He was overly quiet, and this made me even more worried - my brother never kept secrets from me, and that is why I loved him so much.

I helped him onto the bed and left to get him a glass of water. When I returned, he'd curled up into a ball. I could tell that he was in pain but was trying to hide it from me.

"I'm going to get you cleaned up," I told him, gently caressing his hair.

He looked up at me, surprised. "I can do it myself," he told me, but I just smiled.

"Nah," I said, "I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already are."

I carefully applied the antiseptic to the angry red gashes on his face and arms, and he winced in pain. He closed his eyes tightly as he wept, recounting what had happened at school that day. I clenched my jaw in anger, my fists balled up tight. I tucked him into bed and kissed him on the forehead before making a vow to seek justice for him - no matter what it took. Jaeyoung was going to pay for messing with my brother.