The Spring Dance

Four

He towered over the smaller, a cold look in his eyes. He'd been trying to fight the dude for weeks now, and never had the time. But the hallway was empty and the teachers weren't around. He walked closer, pushing the guy back. The boy only smiled, turning his head.

He could see the punch the other was going to throw. He always knew when it was going to happen. He ducked down, punching the boy in the stomach. They broke out into a fight, with him being pushed into the lockers. The lock dug into his side, making him groan. The lunch bell rang, but they didn't care. They continued their fight, with a crowd forming around them. Wooseok threw him to the ground, sitting on top of him.

He managed to beat the boy up, a bruised face and busted lip, and the other managed to bust his lip also. Soon, teachers were trying to pull them apart, and with Wooseok's height advantage, he pulled away. They continued to fight, arms and legs being flung everywhere. A voice startled them, making them pull apart. "Mr. Jung and Mr. Shin. My office. Now." he said to the both of them. Wooseok shoved him, making the other shove him back.

He sat in the office, a bleeding lip and bruised eye. He bounced his leg up and down, waiting for the principle. When he walked in, Wooseok lifted his arm to mess with his lip. "What was that?" Wooseok shrugged. He was used to the visits to the principle. "Really, cause i want to know. I thought i made it pretty clear you were not to fight on school grounds anymore." Wooseok looked him in the eye.

"He threw the first punch." He scoffed.

"You edged him on." Wooseok rolled his eyes.

"He came up to me first." The principle sighed.

"I told you last time. If you ever fight again, i was going to take action. I can't arrest you, because your still underage. But i can use school punishment." Wooseok scoffed, glancing at him.

"Doesn't mean i'll stay." the principle shook his head.

"You will stay. Because i am going to call your mom." his eyes widened, and he sat up straighter.

"No, don't call my mom." he raised his brow.

"And why not?" Wooseok sighed, looking away.

"Because. I don't want her to find out. She already worries about me." he looked at him closely, before rubbing his face with his hands.

"Okay, i won't call your mom. Only because i know what's going on with you." Wooseok rolled his eyes. "But, you are going to help. After school. The baseball teams putting the spring dance together, and you are going to help. If you don't, i'll get your mother over here and we are getting the police involved." Wooseok scoffed again, leaning back.

"Why the baseball team? All they do is whine and bitch about everything." The principle sighed, used to his language.

"Because our football team can't help. Which would you rather it be, the baseball team or the football?" Wooseok glared at him.

"They're both stuck up kids who think they run the damn school." he sighed, tapping his pen on the desk.

"Well, it's stuck up kids, or jail time. You choose." Wooseok stood up, looking at him.

"Okay fine. I'll do it. When does it start?" The principle smiled, standing up. "Today. After school. I'll let coach Kim know." he rolled his eyes. He walked out, getting his face mask from his locker.