imagines! the boyz one-shotz

warrior's descendants | oneus

RED

"Burning, Unbreakable, Undying."

[ inspired by their road to kingdom | warrior's descendant ]

hwanwoong only has one dream, yet it seems that it will only stay as it it; a dream. he only has one thing on his mind when he steps into high-school, and that is to become one of the best dancers in the city. yet all people there don't seem to understand that, they laugh at him, call him names, kicked him, beat him up. he never cried because that will make him look weaker than he already is, and it will make seoho cry, the last thing he wants was to see his only best friend cry.

"hey freak," called someone. he sighed internally as he closes his locker, waiting for the impact of the punch or the pain from the kicked. anything really, he's used to it. but what he's not used to see was the scene that happened the day before yesterday, and that made him number than before. the tall, muscular and rich boys just laugh at him and shoved him to the locker, making his head knock on the door of his locker. he feels a small amount of blood oozing from the wound on the side of his forehead, that he discreetly tried to cover with his hair.

instead of feeling relieved, he felt uneasy. as they laugh among themselves whilst they venture off towards the possibly opposite way of their class. hwanwoong was left standing there as he felt eyes on him whilst wiping the blood on his forehead with the scarf that was magically there on his locker. where was the usual beatings that he got used to? he asked himself as he stared at the group of the people who ruined his high school life, and to the person he once calls his friend.

"geon..." he sighed to himself while trying to stop the tears from shedding, he doesn't want to cry. nothing will change if he cries. so instead, he closed his locker completely, putting the scarf on his pocket as he waits for seoho at the gate, imagining his reaction when he sees the wound on his head. he smiles at that; he feels the warm on his heart spread throughout his body as he envisions his best friend's worried expression.

he feels so lucky to have a friend like him.

"hwanwoong, hey!" he hears someone calls him by his actual name, and he smiles a little and turned around to see his senior, youngjo, running after him, he saw the wound on his forehead, "damn, what did they do this time?" he frowned. "my face got shove to the door of my locker," youngjo scoffs. "those bastards, and to think that they were supposed to be the more educated one..."hwanwoong smiled at him reassuringly, "i'm okay, but i'm... feeling suspicious instead of relief."

"what?" a wild seoho appeared, hearing their conversation, " why? and i'm going with you on your house, i will treat that wound." he pointed at the wound on his forehead, hwanwoong was about to protest when seoho raised an eyebrow. "no buts and any kinds of protest," hwanwoong pouted but nodded.

"well, as i was saying, it makes me feel suspicious to know that they haven't beaten me up really badly today." the two older tilted their heads at him in confusion, "why?" they both asked.

hwanwoong looks at them with a mixed expression, it was worried, confuse, and scared. "what if... they are planning something?" he said, his voice a little shaky. "something that... that will stop me from chasing a dream that seems to be too far away to reach?" his voice cracked at the end and he tried to stop himself from crying.

the two looks at each other, seoho immediately went to hugged hwanwoong and brush his hair using his hands, whispering assurance on his ears. youngjo feels his heart breaks at the sight as the burning fire in the boy's passion was slowly burning out by the water in the words of the people who not only ruined his life, but also his innocence and dreams.