𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
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"Don't fuckin' run away from me!" Jongho shouted, hand reaching out to grab the older male by his bag, but Hongjoong slipped through his fingers, running down the hall and out of sight. "Fuckin' bitch..."
The brunette watched the redhead disappear before he shoved his hands back into his pockets, slouching his shoulders, and dragged his feet in the direction of his class. He sucked his teeth at the right of two boys running by him, one of their shoulders colliding with the younger male's, earning a low growl from him.
"Watch where you're fucking going— O-Oh! Jongho-ah..." The taller male stammered nervously, staggering backward as he turned around to face the person he bumped into. "H-Have a good day."
Dark eyes glared holes at the two older boys, making one sweat anxiously. Usually, people who didn't want to interfere with Jongho would simply tell him to have a good day and hope he doesn't snap them in half. Jongho looks away from the two after some time, spinning back around and ignoring them when they released a breath of relief before footsteps and light whispers echoed throughout the hallway.
Their echoey whispers soon faded, leaving Jongho alone in the quiet hallway with the only sounds of his footsteps. Jongho could have made it to class early if it wasn't for those boys surrounding him in the staircase. One of them held a sharpened pencil, threatening to stab the younger male, only making Jongho laugh.
He stepped down the few last steps of the staircase and approached the group of boys with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. Something in Jongho's eyes didn't seem right to the boys as they all stared at him with brave faces they forced themselves to have. Maybe it was because Jongho couldn't have breakfast this morning due to his little brother stealing the last pancakes or maybe it was because Jongho didn't give a single fuck what they had in his hand.
Either way, wrath ignited within Jongho like wildfire, burning throughout his entire body, and there was no way of burning it out until he's complacent in the end.
"Oh?" Jongho asked amusingly, tilting his head at them with a false smile, watching one of them visibly gulp in fear. "I'll like to see you try."
It wasn't long before they were all caught and sent to the principal's office when a teacher walked by and heard the uproar of the boys fighting in the stairwell. They were all suspended for three weeks, and honestly, Jongho could care less about the suspension while the three boys sobbed from their punishment.
"What will your mother say about this, Jongho-ah?" The principal mocked, twirling a pen around between his fingers as his amused eyes started into Jongho's cold ones.
