Once finished the breakfast, Nanseok headed for the study room upstairs, while Minji was instructing the maids what to cook for lunch and dinner, especially reminding them to include the dishes Jinyoung liked.
Jinyoung slipped away through the rear door of the house into the backyard. He must find something to play outside; he was already tired of playing with his toys inside his room.
He walked along but stopped when he saw Mark, as usual, watering the plants. Jinyoung stood, watching Mark with his wet, dirty clothes.
Mark seemed to feel that because he looked around and his eyes fell on Jinyoung. In an instant, Mark closed the tap and dropped the water pipe, before storming toward Jinyoung.
The latter looked at him, with contempt, and his eyes piercing Mark.
Mark stopped in front of Jinyoung, whose eyes were both challenging and showing his disgust at Mark.
"Park Jinyoung," Mark said, "Stop picking on me at school. You have no sympathy and heart. Your mind is ugly and in the poor state, although your appearance may be different."
Jinyoung gritted his teeth, "I pick on you, because I want to. I'm not going to stop it. Mind you, Mark Tuan, you're just a servant here. You can't talk to me like that."
"I'm not goint to say nice things to someone like you," Mark raised his voice, "You being rich doesn't mean you have got everything under your hand. All you have got is what your parents can give you. Without them, you're just nothing."
Jinyoung bit his lip hard out of anger and stepped forward, pushing Mark hard.
"You're nothing better, Mark Tuan. You're good-for-nothing. You're just a coward and idiot."
Jinyoung kicked Mark's legs, till the latter fell down on the ground.
"Stop. You're not going to fight me."
Jinyoung trapped Mark against the ground and pressed him hard against it.
"I'm going to. You and your mouth. You said the words even my parents would never say to me. I'm not letting you get away with this."
Jinyoung pulled Mark's hair and hit his head against the ground. Mark struggled against him and when he could not, he pulled Jinyoung's hair hard and shook his head by the hair.
Jinyoung yelled in pain and anger and crashed Mark's head against the ground repeatedly.
Someone came running to them but they did not let go of each other; both of them were now dirty and their skin was red with pain.
"Young master? Mark? Stop, what's happening!"
Mr. Tuan tried to pull them away and made them get back to their feet and away from each other.
They glowered at each other, their anger not yet subsiding.
"Are you alright, young master?" Mr. Tuan asked, looking carefully at Jinyoung.
The latter brushed his tears away, which had fallen due to the pain and pointed at Mark, with spite, "Your son! He bullied me. He hit me and yanked my hair."
"You're a liar!" Mark said in fury.
"Stop now, Mark. What did I tell you? You're not even to talk rudely to young master, far from physically bullying him. Now apologise to young master. Get on your knees. Now."
Mark did not move, his furious eyes not leaving Jinyoung.
"You don't listen to my words? Get on your knees and apologise. Do now."
"What's the matter?" Minji's voice came, a few feet away from them. "I heard the shouts and yells. What's happening?"
She approached them, with her husband beside her. Once her eyes fell on her son, she exclaimed in shock and ran to him.
"What's happened?"
She took Jinyoung's face in her hand gently and looked at it closely, almost in disbelief.
"Who did this to you, dear? Oh, no, your hair, too. You must be in pain. What's done this to my son," Minji turned back to the others and noticed Mark's state. "Were you two fighting?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Mark admitted.
"I'm really sorry for my son's behaviours, Mistress. I apologise to you and also to young master. Mark, apologise now."
"Hang on," Nanseok stepped in, "Before anything, let us know what's really happened first. I'm sure this fight did not start only by one side. Who'll talk?"
"He started this. He said bad things to me and then hit me," Jinyoung said, his eyes penetrating Mark.
"Mark, is it true?" Nanseok asked.
"It's a long story, sir. It starts from school."
"Well, tell us everything. Then we'll decide."
"Dad, there was nothing else! He started the fight and that's all!" Jinyoung demanded to be believed.
"Now, honey, let's drop this for a while and Jinyoung needs to follow me back into the house so I can take care of his scrapes," Minji suggested.
"No, Minji, that's not right. There's something wrong in it. One of them is lying here and I know who it is. No child should be forgiven for this. It's morally wrong."
"Master, whoever did wrong, Mark's just got no right to treat young master like this. I don't know why he's being so stubborn now. Apologise now, Mark. Get on your knees now."
Nanseok shook his head, "That's not the case. He's got the right to defend himself. Mark, you can go now and tend to your scrapes," Nanseok said, and then turned to Jinyoung, "Now, Jinyoung, follow me to my study room. Minji, you can take care of his scrapes later but I need to talk to him first."
Jinyoung grimaced, "Dad, it was not my fault! Why do you believe someone like him?"
"Stop now and follow me."
After that, Nanseok stormed out of the place and to the house.
"Go, dear. You know your father's anger. He'll be more furious if you don't listen to his words."
Jinyoung threw a final glare at Mark before walking unwillingly to the house, his mother following behind.
