Let me help you || pt. 1

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"Call me 'dumbass' one more time in class and I'll make sure you never show up to this university ever again! You hear me, retard?"

The boy growled, grabbing a fist full of the smaller boy's hair, not hesitating to slam his head against the wall.

When he didn't answer, he did it again.

Out of all honesty, the poor boy couldn't say anything in the first place. His jaw felt as if it had been knocked out of place thanks to the other male's brass knuckles.

"A-Alright, I'll-" The boy on the ground coughed, bending over to hold his stomach in pain. "I w-won't say anything anymore, just l-leave me a-alone! Fuck y-you, Namjoon!"

The taller male nodded, his lips curled into a satisfied smile. He released the boy's hair and patted his head, like an owner praising his dog.

"Good! I'm glad that's settled, Hoseokie! Also, I won't have money tomorrow so I'd really appreciate it if you gave me some! Thanks!" The boy added before taking a step back. He allowed the boy to stand up a bit, only to fall and lean against the wall for support.

...And, just for the hell of it, he grinned to himself as he lifted his leg to harshly knee the boy in the stomach, forcing him to the ground again.

...


He avoided his sibling as he entered the apartment, his black cap covering most of his face. He feared that she would notice his bruised cheek and busted lip. 

Quietly as he could, he set his keys in the bowl and slipped his shoes off near the door. He could hear the echo of the television being turned on in the living room. "Great..." he whispered to nobody in particular. He now knew that Jiwoo was sitting on the couch.

He silently marches his way into the living room, seeing that Jiwoo was on her phone with earbuds in, most likely listening to her kpop music. "Girls are so weird. They get so obsessed with kpop boy bands." He rolls his eyes as he makes his way into the hallway where both their bedrooms and the bathroom were.

He heaved a sigh as he reached his door. Avoiding his sister was like attempting to jump through a battlefield of landmines with a pogo stick.

As soon as he twisted the door's knob, he heard a loud cough that caused him to jump.

He cringed, shutting his eyes and silently praying to the great god that this wouldn't end with his sister ranting on him again.

He slowly turns around but doesn't look up. He keeps his eyes peeled to the ground. "Uh...Hey, Jiwoo, how did-"

"-Don't 'hey, Jiwoo" me, Hoseok. Where have you been?" She had leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, slowly tapping her foot. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes were iced over in a permanent glare. Her lips were in a pout, a habit they did when they were both angry.

"I was at dance practice, there's no need-"

"No, you weren't." Her grip around her arm began to tighten so much that her knuckles were turning white.

"Y-Yes, I was, Jiwoo. Now leave me alone, I have to-"

"-Oh really?" She scoffs, rolling her eyes and whispering, "this kid" to herself before meeting his glare. She was unfazed, not scared of her harmless little brother.

Before he had time to react, she took 3 long strides towards him and immediately pulls his cap off.

"What type of dance practice do you go to exactly..." She clutches his cap in her hand.

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