𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙)

10

"How dare you disobey me."

The three of us swerve our heads to see through the tinted window that a tall shadow is shoved to the classroom window by multiple shorter but bulkier shadows among the hallways. Scrambling from our scandalous positions, Wooyoung quickly hides the tattoo materials while Yeosang swiped his buttons on. As soon as we get dressed I let a pinch of light seep through the door as my eye spies the matrix around our classroom.

Several boys, including an all too familiar stature tower over the tear stricken figure.

"I said to hand me the smokes you fucking pussy," Du Ho snarled.

The latter only whimpered to the sudden stinging pain inflicted onto his cheek. Without warning a less obese figure shoves his hands through the poor boy's pockets.

"Dammit, this twig has nothing!"

"Stop- stop touching me!"
The boy yelled while swinging his fists in self defense. It definitely held power but unlike San he had the speed of a turtle so he was utterly defenseless.

My fists clenched the hem of Yeosang's sleeve and I respond with gritted teeth,
"Go do something! Your bitch of a boyfriend is touching another man!"

The only response was a scoff and a, "Does it look like I care?"

When he turned to face me he instead met the face of Wooyoung.

"Yeosang," Wooyoung's feathery voice held an extra layer of a sickening sinister edge; the type of edge sending icy chills down my spine, "go fetch your pet dog."

Although their expressions were invisible to my perception, plumes of eerie silence arose from their interstice. Peering down to the rim of the doorknob the once warm colored skin turn stark white. Looking up, his rosy red cheeks were replaced by a sickly hue.

His fingers twitched once and twisted the sphere. Pretending if nothing happened, Yeosang exited the classroom with graceful ease, his catwalk possessing a silky quality.

The gaggle perked their nostrils towards the rosy scent belonging to Kang Yeosang. Both bullies and victim dropped their lips while their arms went limp. Du Ho's lips instead flashed his crooked yellow teeth through his obnoxious grin. His hair infested hand crawled beneath his blushing ears.

"Hey baby, what's up?"

Yeosang's silhouette changed as he cross his arms and swayed his hips to one side, giving him this strange sassy quality.

"Sweetie, didn't you promise you'd stop touching other men?"

His eyes avoided Yeosang's gaze by looking at his peers,
"Uh- I was just helping these guys ya know."

"Baby," the slight whine was the chef's kiss, "is ignoring your boyfriend's morals fun to you?"

With an air of arrogance, his head cocked sideways and scoffed,
"My sweetie Du Ho knows much better than that doesn't he."

Like a dog he swung his head up and down and scurried over to his side. Turning around the "lovely" pair faced us and Du Ho wrapped his arm around Yeosang back; those grimy testicles of fingers hovering over his ass.

Thankfully Du Ho was too foolish to see Yeosang's pupils drawl backwards. His teeth were clamped together while a visible sneer of disgust was sculptured on his petite lips.

My stomach trembled and I scrunched my lips while Wooyoung choked on his airy laughs.
Ah such a pitiful yet hilarious scenario.

The others followed the two except for the tall boy nested under the square glass. Wooyoung and I crept from the classroom door and headed towards the huddled ball.