Plaything

Claiming Ownership

He didn’t really liked school, what was its used, he won’t be going into college anyway? But for his mom, who had worked herself to the bone, he decided to live through it. Surprisingly, Bang Yongguk had lived way too seriously and had become one of the honor students. The first time he learnt about it, he wanted to downgrade himself. Fast. But his mother was so happy, that she hugged him so tight that he could’ve fainted and worse, she was so happy that she broke into tears. Now, with the only person who did everything to keep him alive, how could he go on with his plan?

Yongguk’s record was as clean as a pure white cloth and he was getting bored of it. He decided to taint it a little, how could it hurt him? Many had done so much idiotic deeds and yet still breathed within the grounds of the school.  And when he heard striking stifled sounds from the Equipment shed, the first time he decided to cut class, he thought that was the sort of entertainment he needed.  

The man who had embraced the younger one as if he was about to devour him in a non-cannibalism way unless he did intend to bite off his shoulder, Yongguk mused, grabbed him by the arm and pushed him against the wall, which made Yongguk wince. He had tried to threaten him but Yongguk chuckled softly and had pushed the teacher away from him as he wiped himself off with any trace of his touch, if that were possible and kicked him lightly against the thigh.

“Or what, you’re going to have me suspended?” Yongguk suggested offhandedly and with disgust. “Please!” he said with exasperation as he rolls his eyes heavenward. “Grades don’t matter much to me and what you do with your life doesn’t either,” he said with a careless wave of his hand as his eyes flew to the student who had started to straighten his uniform. “Though I should thank you, I was getting bored.”

And Yongguk walks towards the student who was two years his junior. He bent a little and grabbed his hand, yanking him up. He faced the teacher with his own threatening glare.

“Don’t touch him again.”

The teacher and the student looked at him with surprise and worry. Yongguk just smirked.

“He’s my plaything now. Don’t mind me and I won’t give a damn about you, deal?”

Still in a dazed the teacher bobbed his head frantically up and down and scooted off. Yongguk instantly lets go of the younger’s hand as he walked back towards the door.

It was just a bit surprising though he knew of such relationship existed in the midst of the norm. It was intriguing that people would want to taste something that others would find disgusting and so Yongguk decided – he was going to have a taste too, one more year in high school, what’s the worst that could happen?

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Because Yongguk was called by the English department Head teacher, he had to leave later than most people and when he was about to leave the room a hand blocked the door and he looked at it curiously. He peek his head outside and saw the student he had ‘saved’ awhile back standing straight and his face contorted by a mixture of emotions.

“Are you just going to stand there, is this a toll?” Yongguk asked after waiting for a full minute for the younger to talk. He watched him tense and made a very obvious gulp. And Yongguk is reminded that this was a person, not a doll, a beautiful doll he noted.

“If you plan on becoming a hero, I –” the other finally said, looking straight at Yongguk in the eyes.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Yongguk cut him off. “You’re my new toy now…” he trailed off, cueing him to tell his name.

“Himchan,” supplied the younger.

“Freshman?” and Himchan nodded and Yongguk gave a slight nod in return, stocking up the new information in his mind. He pushed Himchan aside gently as he made a pass. Himchan, confused and shocked followed his suit.

“I don’t –”

“Sorry but I’m kind of busy today maybe we can play tomorrow.”

“Play what?”

Yongguk stopped abruptly making Himchan crash into his back. Yongguk turned and tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing upon his lips. “That game you played with the teacher of course,” he whispered against Himchan’s ear. And Yongguk straightened back, adjusted his backpack onto his shoulder and walked away leaving a stunned Himchan standing rooted on the hallway.