THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT | PTG + CLC

EPISODE 1.5: AFTERMATH

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note: hi all, i wrote this in one day, i was on crack, please comment and vote, and um, please enjoy! do note that... i am literally going feral and my sense of humor is horrific

ANOTHER NOTE: I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS WHEN THE SORN STUFF CAME TO LIGHT (AT LEAST FOR ME) AND DSJLKFJSJAJLFA????? I????? sorn............... pero why

EPISODE 1.5: AFTERMATH

[ Hyojong and the others

land in the police station.

What's their next move? ]

To sum things up, shit had hit the fan.

The police station is packed with at least half of the student population from Byeol University. Nearly everyone sports a bruise, it's color darkening as time goes on, either from a nasty punch or a french baguette to the face. (Don't ask. No one wants to explain.) It also doesn't help that everyone is arguing or straight up screaming.

Hyojong just sighs.

"Let me get this straight," the detective says, stopping to look at the two grown men sitting in front of her. "You two started a full-on school versus gang war which resulted in damage to public property, a public disturbance, and several broken noses, which is why I'm here instead of isolating myself in my apartment to mourn my five year break up anniversary with wine and mint chip ice cream." The woman with red, bleary eyes harshly presses the spacebar on her keyboard. "Am-I-fucking-correct?"

The stress and done-ness with the world was relatable. Perhaps it would be sad too, if it wasn't for his numbness to emotions. "You're not wrong."

In the seat next to him is an extremely disgruntled Ilhoon. His chin digs into the palm of his hand as he grumbles, "I can't believe I'm here with this fuckwad. . ."

"No one asked to be here," Hyojong bluntly responds, not sparing Ilhoon a glance. "You're the one who decided to start shit."

"You're the one who started shit, fucker!"

Hyojong shrugs. "Okay, sure."

"I'll fucking kill you, bastard!"

"Do it," Hyojong says, egging him on without trying. Glancing at his bitten fingernails, he adds, "I'm waiting."

This gets a rise out of Ilhoon. The gang leader shoots up from his chair, similar to the temper he fails to control. "Listen here you---!"

"Jung Ilhoon!" a voice yells throughout the precinct. "Jung Ilhoon!"

The said man searches for the voice that calls for him, and when he finally matches the voice with its owner, his head instantly whips back around. (Like damn, Hyojong swears he could've heard Ilhoon's neck snap.) Suddenly, Ilhoon shoves himself back into his chair and covers himself with his toned arms as tightly as possible, whispering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

But it's too late--- the man is already marching over to where he and Ilhoon are.

"Ilhoon, are you freaking crazy?" he says, his voice raising itself above the crowd without realizing it. (But Hyojong doesn't think he cares to notice.) "What the heck were you thinking?!" Then, "Actually, you know what? Don't answer that question. I honestly doubt you were thinking, but you know, as ALWAYS! As always, I delude myself into thinking that you're thinking!' He swings his pointer finger in the air and jabs it into the side of his head for emphasis. "But no! No, no, nooo! You either think with your dick or nothing at all!"