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...
Kang Yeosang. July 8th, 1980. | Tuesday, 10:30 AM.
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Ever since the day Jongho had "saved" Yeosang, Yeosang's been running into him more often. It was odd for him to enter the school doors and the first person to greet him would be Jongho, leaning against the lockers with his hands shoved in his pockets and a strong scowl on his face. The minute the younger male notices Yeosang, his face instantly loosens up and ruffles the older male's hair, asking if anyone had bothered him.
At first, Yeosang supposed it was a way to mock him for being so weak, and it was a temporary game for Jongho until he found someone else to bother, but when Kai's friends found Yeosang and started to shove him against the lockers, whacking all his books out of his hands and telling him it's his fault that Kai won't show up to school, Yeosang thought he was done for. Until Jongho was suddenly by his side and the boys picking on Yeosang were long gone.
"How did—" Yeosang tried to ask, peering over his askew glasses before the younger fixed it for him and ruffled his hair.
"You don't need to worry about it," Jongho mutters as he examined the older's face for any bruises affected by the bullies, asking if there were any pains around his body simply for Yeosang to decline shyly, nodding his head when Jongho asked if he was positive.
Since then, Jongho has always been by Yeosang's side, intimidating anyone that tried to spare a glance or attempted to trip the older male, only for Jongho to shove them against the wall by the front of their shirt and demand them to apologize. Yeosang was frightened at first, immediately grabbing Jongho's arm and advising him that it's okay and, surprisingly, he listened, letting go of the person and allowing them to scramble away.
"I'm sorry," Jongho lowered his head in apology, seeming sincere which stunned the brunette. "He has no fuckin' reason to trip you, so I was makin' sure he won't do it again..." Yeosang stood there with wide eyes, mouth agape as he witnessed Jongho, one of the meanest kids in school, apologizing to... Yeosang.
Someone who could quickly fall in a fight with a damaged nose and black and blues littering all over his body from one punch. It was strange to Yeosang. Jongho managed to find him during his free periods, hiding away in the library to finish his homework or reading a lovely story the librarian had given him, with Jongho in the next seat beside him, sleeping.
The library's been extra quiet since Seonghwa and Hongjoong weren't sitting at the table with quiet giggles or accidental shouts when the other appeared happy, so it was easy for Jongho to shut his eyes and slip into slumber. Yeosang would continuously peek over his book to look at Jongho's restful face, noticing every day there was a fresh white patch on his face to cover up another bruise, most likely from a fight he partook.
