Breathe |Lookism|Vasco x Male Oc|SLOW|

Chapter 6

The instructor's room was brightly lit, laughter echoing throughout the cheerful atmosphere. Won Bin looked disgustedly at the other instructors, his face twisting up at the way they drank and ate merrily. 

"Here, have a drink!", one instructor exclaimed loudly, gesturing to the green bottles of alcohol and various snacks piled onto the table. 

"We're gonna throw it out anyways", the other chimed in. 

'You guys are low class!', Won Bin thought irritably, eyeing the way his two co-workers argued over the food. 

'Drinking confiscated booze?!', his eyebrows furrowed incredulously. The cheap lightbulb contrasting the shadows on his face. 

"I'm going to the warehouse", he declared to his fellow workers, ignoring the sound of them drinking and eating, his fingers clenching the edges of the white phone. 

'Well i...have to find her!', he thought desperately, his mind flashing back to the provocative picture of the brunette girl, her bare shoulders and neck showcasing her clear skin and the swell of her breasts. 

Kang-min quietly closed the door to his shared room, the doorknob creaking loudly at the pressure of his fingers. He let out a relieved breath when the door clicked and all was silent. 

'Now.'

'Where could that bastard be?', Kang-min quickly walked down the many shared rooms through the hallway, his mind whirring with ideas and plans. 

"Where would a piece of shit, take advantage of a girl in a camp?", he whispered out loud, his thoughts becoming deafening with the possibilities. 

'It has to be somewhere secluded, but not in the main building...', his mind crashed to a halt, his eyes widened at the one place which was brushed over flippantly when shown the tour of the campsite. 

'The Warehouse!'

It was a small place, the shed like building was never truly looked upon when passing by, the inside was lined with rows and rows of boxes, each containing something needed for the camp. 

Kang-min rushed outside, his legs burning at the speed he was running, idly he wondered if the noise he was making would draw attention to him. His sneakers squeaked as he turned a corner, hair in disarray and breath coming out in light pants. 

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Kang-min hurled the door to the warehouse open, his face contorting in shock at the scene he was subjected to. The teen councillor lay on the concrete floor, hurriedly blowing into a red and white whistle, blood splattered across his face, and dripping down his nose. 

Kang-min's face distorted in fury at the half naked sex offender, he glanced at the poor girl crying her eyes out, face pale and trembling. 

Kang-min breathed out slowly from his mouth, knowing that anger would only make him strain to fight the bastard. The rooms occupant's attention was drawn to the intimidating figure of Oh Kang-min when the door was banged open, it's hinges just barely coming out. 

The grinning face of the offender stuttered to an angry frown at the student, he shot a look at his near victim, the girl giving a whimper at the stare he gave. 

"Who are you?", he glared. 

There was only silence, the red-heads fists clenched and the rooms temperature dropped to chilling levels. 

"Your worst nightmare", the words boomed throughout the warehouse, echoing ominously. 

Kang-min lunged, hands coming up to prepare a punch, Zeus sprang up from his kneeled position, fists clenching to protect his body, indicating he was a fighter.