THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT | PTG + CLC

EPISODE 1.2½: NAUGHTY BOY

word count: 3640.

note: tbh i was really gonna squeeze at LEAST 2k more words but seeing that im already near 4k and im not even on the planned phase two of this chap, ive decided to put the rest in the next episode (bc i dont want yall 2 suffer w/6k words fdsksksks) which im sure will come faster than this one. like oh my god this took SO long, i am so sorry. but guys im begging you to vomment. thank u reading omg, much love

EPISODE 1.2½: NAUGHTY BOY

[ the chaos at byeol

university brings

everyone together ]

IN ONLY TWO SECONDS, it takes one to realize that he's fucked, another to make a gut-wrenching, noble decision: he's going to give himself up.

He's entirely aware of the fact that he may not be able to breathe out of both nostrils by the end of the day, but let's face it— how can he expect to beat or outrun a gang when he can't even get past the stray cat blocking his front door in the morning?

Hui is the first one to snap him out of his daze.

"Kim Hyojong, this is not the time to be an idiot!" he whisper yells as Kino peeks behind his shoulder in curiosity. On the other hand, Wooseok is trying his hardest to not self destruct by gnawing on his hoodie strings, while Hongseok simply sighs, but chuckles. "Ilhoon may incredibly stupid, but he can still kill you! Do you have a death wish?"

Like any best friend, Hyojong takes nothing Hui says into consideration and ignores him completely.

"I'm Kim Hyojong." The man steps aside and begins to walk forward in casual strides, catching everyone's breath. Buzzing like flies, the excited murmurs in the room simmer into thin, white noise, so his footsteps sound deafening. When he stops, they're about seven feet apart from each other. "I heard you're trying to kick my ass?"

Hui crumbles to the ground and buries himself in his hands, groaning why god, w h y?

"I'm trying to kick your ass?!" Jung Illhoon roars, taking offense to the question. He grips the end of his metal weapon and hazardously swings it around in childish, chaotic rage. If Hyojong blurs his vision, the wild strands of hair flicking up from Illhoon's head could be mistaken for untamed crimson wildfire. And his eyes were just eyes, blazing with the wrong kind of passion. "I'LL PUT YOU SIX FEET UNDER!"

"Ilhoon, that's illegal—"

"SHUT UP, EUNKWANG! I'LL KILL YOU TOO!" Ilhoon raises his arm and the other man recoils, putting his hands up apologetically. The rest nervously shuffle a few steps back, scared of being on the receiving end of another one of their leader's verbal or physical attacks.

Hyojong stands where he is, not because he's fucking brave or something, but because he's seriously just waiting for someone to punch him already. The faster this gets done, the faster he can sleep it off and treat it as any other day like he usually does.

"Why are you so casual, huh, asshole?!" Ilhoon yells, and Hyojong starts to wonder if Jung Ilhoon has ever brushed his teeth before and did-he-say-that-out-loud because he hears a few snickers in the crowd, um—

"YES, I FUCKING BRUSHED MY FUCKING TEETH BEFORE, YOU STUPID-FACED-ASSHAT, I SHOULD RIP YOU A NEW ONE AND SMASH YOU TO THE GROUND!"

("Fdjkashjf he said smash—")