i'm your a to z | jihancheol

seungcheol almost runs over his high school crush

chapter 2

"The fuck you mean you're kicking me out?" Seungcheol rubbed his temples. "I'm your leader."

"You were our leader," Minghao corrected. "Until we decided through a unanimous vote that I should replace you."

"And what makes you think that's a good idea?"

"Well, it's obvious you don't care about the gang anymore," Wonwoo answered.

He wasn't completely wrong. Seungcheol had decided to finish college, due to the pressure from his parents. If he didn't get his degree, his father would send him to the military early and he didn't want that. Because of that, he didn't have the time to look after his gang.

It didn't mean he didn't care though. Seungcheol loved being a gang leader. They were his best friends and had each other's backs. Though most memories consisted of beating people up and shooting, they had made some fun ones together.

"And you think Minghao's going to make a better leader than me?"

"Yeah, basically," Vernon told him. "For weeks, he's been doing your job better than you."

"You can't make me leave." Seungcheol let out a laugh. "What are you going to do?"

"We're going to beat you up until you agree to leave," Minghao answered.

"You're kidding me right now."

They were not kidding him.

After multiple punches to the jaw and kicks in the stomach, he surrendered to the younger boys. He made his way to his car and banged his head against the steering wheel. There went his life purpose.

He began to drive home, ignoring his still bleeding mouth. Even though it was late, there were a lot of cars on the main road. Seungcheol decided it'd be faster if he went the way with the broken roads -even if they did have other gangs in the area.

As he was driving, he almost ran into a man running across the street.

He hit the brakes and stepped out of the car, annoyed but saw how scared the man looked. Did he even know where he was?

"What are you doing out so late?" Seungcheol wondered. "And in such a dangerous place too?"

"It's a long story but can I get a ride?" the man asked. "I'll pay you."

"No need but I'll only give you a ride if you tell me your name and story on the way."

"Sure, why not?"

His name was Joshua and he'd "accidentally" killed a man on his first day at work. It explained his bloody hands and the knife in his hand.

"You're interesting," Seungcheol stated as he handed the man a towel and hand sanitizer. He knew he liked him already.

"Thanks, I know. So how was your day?"

Telling a guy he was a former gang leader probably wasn't the smartest idea so he lied and made up a story about how he lost his job.

Before he could finish, a man had stepped in front of his car and nearly had gotten run over.

"Fuck me in the ass," Seungcheol muttered as he stepped out of the car.

The man had already stood up and was standing in place. Aggravated, Seungcheol walked forward and punched the stranger across the face. The stranger only grinned, his cheeks flushed as if he were drunk. The "stranger" was awfully familiar. He held a scary resemblance to a boy Seungcheol was quite fond of in high school.

"The fuck are you doing?" he shouted and punched him until he fell. "Do you want to die?"

"Sure, why not?" the stranger laughed. It would've earned him another blow if it hadn't been for the hand of Joshua that held Seungcheol's fist.

"Stop hurting him so much," Joshua said as he helped the stranger stand.

"Sorry," he muttered, more to Joshua than the other man. "Guess I just needed to take my anger out on someone."

"Can I take him home?"

"I guess you can," he sighed. "Bring him to the car."

They had put the stranger in the back seat. The whole ride was filled with the man's whining and complaints. It was as if he were a child, continuously asking "are we there yet" or "I'm bored." Definitely drunk. Seungcheol was ready to go insane and drive the car into the river.

But one complaint made him stop.

"Why didn't you just leave me to die on the road?" the stranger began to whine and put his head onto the driver's seat. That question made Seungcheol's heart hurt for a short second. No one deserved to think that way. Despite being a former gang leader, he still had some human in him.

"I have morals," Seungcheol said. "What's your name?"

"You have morals but you beat me up." The stranger grinned. "I'm Jeonghan."

It really was him.

"Nice to meet you, Jeonghan." Joshua made the boy sit properly and put his belt on. "I'm Joshua and this is Seungcheol."

"Are you dating?"

Seungcheol snorted but kept his eye on the road.

"No, we met each other today," Joshua told him.

"You'd be a good couple." Jeonghan never stopped talking. "You're both hot."

"Thanks, you're cute too," Seungcheol said he pulled into his driveway.

He helped Jeonghan out of the car, who immediately fell against him. God, was he getting on his nerves. Instead of saying anything, Seungcheol walked to the front door, Joshua following not far behind. After unlocking the door, he signalled for Joshua to go first.

"You sure I can come in?" he asked.

"Yeah, no one else is home."

After Joshua walked into the house and took his shoes off, Seungcheol went in to put Jeonghan down on the couch.

"Woah, you own a mansion?" Jeonghan asked.

"It's my parents' but they're out of the country," he answered. Not that they're home even when they're in Korea. "Don't get comfortable though, you're only staying for tonight."

"Hey, Seungcheol?" Joshua called from the doorway, his phone in hand. "Could I stay as well because my roommate has a crap-ton of people over?"

"Of course you can." Seungcheol smiled. "Pick any room you want on the second floor other than the last two at the end of the hallway."

"Thanks, Seungcheol." Joshua smiled and walked up the stairs.

Jeonghan was laying on the couch, facedown, as if it were his own house. He didn't even take off his shoes. How annoying could one person be? It made Seungcheol wish he really did run Jeonghan over.

"Get up and go pick your room unless you want to sleep on the couch."

After hearing that, Jeonghan immediately stood up and began to walk to the staircase.

"Why are you so mean to me?" he asked before starting to walk up.

Because you broke my heart back in the eleventh grade and I'm still salty.