Destiny [Juwon + Tatsuo]

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Juwon's POV

Dudes. 

Dudes, he had said. 

I couldn't help but grin. I did think Tatsuo was very pretty, not that I would ever act on that feeling. 

I was lying in bed, the clock at my bedside read 2am. I could hear Ayako snoring two doors down- she had gotten home before me and was already sleeping when I arrived, which was lucky for her-  but I tried very hard to focus on her snoring rather than just... life. 

I wrapped my hands behind my head.  I sighed hugely. 

The Earth seemed to want to confuse me in any way possible. Tatsuo had been less than kind to me, but I still... well...

I had once watched an episode of a show called Frasier, were he spoke of the sort of love he wanted. He spoke of the sort of love were you lay awake at night thinking about them. Were your day would stop when they looked you in the eye. Your palms would get moist when they walked into the room. They would put your day in perspective, or shatter it completely.

But all that was just from a TV show, just fiction. Right? I had just met the guy, and he was not very kind. 

It was probably just a small crush on a cute guy. I didn't know why I even liked him. 

The tattoos were very hardcore and gruff. They gave him character.

His hair was bland. It looked cute.

The smokey eye-make up was a bit much. It made him look mysterious. 

The eyebrow ring was over-the-top. I liked it. 

This was just a crush, right?

Right?

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Tatsuo's POV

Wrong.

This was very wrong. 

This was not right.

It was not fair to me. It was... new. I hated opening up and letting people passed my walls. I hated feeling. I always avoided such things, because that just left room for hurt and pain to trifle their way in and destroy me. 

And I knew where the root of this anxiety was growing from. I remember my childhood all too clearly. The bullying, the injuries from all those kids who enjoyed seeing me bruise. And what I gave back to them.

It was like it was yesterday...

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Warning, this is about to get homophobic and bloody, so of you don't like that then skip to were the writing stops being slanted.

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He cackled, enjoying the terrified look decorating my face. His fist collided with my nose, sending me crashing to the ground. I spat blood from my mouth and tried to ignore the thrumming pain in my nose. 

I stood, eyes narrowing into the most deathly of glares. My shirt was ripped, my body covered in bruises and blood, my hair stuck to my forehead with sweat. I was done. 

I swore violently before charging at the boy. I swung fists and kicks, his screams echoing through my head. But I only saw red. 

Before I knew it, the world was a blur as he darted away, into the the night, screaming, "Freak!"