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Nothing is more beautiful than the art of performance to Jungwon. He loves that he can physically moves his body around, because sometime just standing still makes him feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere.
But at this place, where he can show the world something that peoples may have seen or may have not seen before, he feels on top. He feels like he can finally fit in somewhere when he heard the sound of howling & cheering, peoples applauding for him rather than the sound of nothing.
Sometime, peace is a little painful, but a throbbing life is all he needs.
“Alright, you did good today Jungwon.” His coach said to him before walking passes him and Jungwon bows at the man as usual. He went over to grabs for his stuff at the locker, changed into his fresh new clothes, aka just his uniform before locking everything up and walks out of there.
He was met with no sight of his coach but judging by some sounds coming from the stall room, the man is still here so Jungwon left without having to locks the building he is in again.
Training at night has become a routine to him now. Yes, it is exhausting to be both a student council at school that did well every months and also a professional taekwondo athlete at the same time, yet Jungwon still hasn’t give up and look how far he has come?
He never regrets any of it.
Jungwon walks passes the quiet hall and out of the school he is training at, the academy that is well known for it professional athletes coaches that teach very well there.
He can agree. He has been studying here for years now and getting in many competitions that never kicks him out of the first place. Jungwon has made a name for himself, peoples who watches the programs know him so well that sometime he is a little scare of walking outside in broad daylight.
Strolling by the side of the street, Jungwon allows his gazes to wander around the city even if it were the same views every single days he finished his lessons. It is still beautiful, because beauty are meant to be appreciated even if you have seen enough of them.
He thought of going to the convenience store he always goes to whenever he is feeling a little hungry, and today is the day. Jungwon grins slightly at the thought of the hot, steaming ramen with a side of soup dumplings by the side.
His stomach growl just by the thought of it and just as Jungwon has reached the store, he was about to steps in until he heard a loud crash coming from somewhere.
On any other days, Jungwon would just take a glance at nowhere and shrugs before walking away and pretending like nothing ever happened at all. But today, he did a turn and as careful as possible, he takes a soft steps to where the corner next to the convenience store is at. Slowly peeking his head in, his eyes widened at the scene he was met with.
“Please. Don’t do this to me..” A boy that looks around Jungwon’s age has begs to a group of peoples, and Jungwon counted. There are only three of them. Hmm.
One of the guy who is standing in the center of the group only snicker, before he brought a hand over to grip the back of the student’s hair, yanking his head up to meet his deathly gazes. “Who give you permission to talk? I don’t think anyone did.. so shut the fuck up.”
As more seconds passes, Jungwon couldn’t help it anymore. His hands grips tightly onto the strap of his bag as he watches the boy being pushed down and it only takes a few action for Jungwon to finally makes his appearance into the scene.
It seem like the group didn’t notice him yet with the way they are more immersed in undressing the younger boy, but before he can pops another button, a can being thrown at his forehead causes him to jolts at his spot and immediately looks toward the other’s way, eyes growing bigger upon seeing another person here.
However, as he saw that it is just a student. His smirk curls up even more and he stood up on his feet, “And who are you?”
Jungwon just stand there, both of his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his pants as he stares at them down. He didn’t break eye contacts nor respond to their question which causes the leader, he assumes, to scoff.
The guy glances to the younger student, shooting him daggers before shouting, “Did you bitch ask him to come and save you?” While the other boy was too stunned to speak, tears already steaming down his cheeks, he continue to yells, “You think I can’t handle that? He is just like you, all bones and petite…”
That causes Jungwon to raise a brow. What the heck? Does he looks petite in this school uniform? The sentence almost makes him snort but he held it in, rather he smiled instead in which causes confusion to the group of peoples.
Before the other person of the group could respond, Jungwon said first “Do you guys know it wrong to harassed someone? Perhaps, you could get a death penalty for it you know?”
It brought silence to the atmosphere for a moment even if it was already somewhere dark at night, but later sounds of laughters erupted in. Jungwon wanted to join also.
“What? Did you just give us lecture about the laws and whatever it is?” The other person in the group lets out, he is smiling too happily that Jungwon can’t wait to erase it at all.
Just a little more push..
Their leader then stopped laughing, suddenly into his serious mode which makes him looks stupid rather than cool. “Hey,” He calls out toward Jungwon before finally making his way over. Jungwon watches his every movements. “You kid really don’t know what dangers mean—“
His sentence was cuts off by the fist meeting his face, but it send his head flipping to the side along with his body that it collide onto the wall nearby. The sudden burst causes his friends to froze and almost back away, they turns to stares at Jungwon in hesitation for a moment before finally making a move and running toward him.
Jungwon was no stranger to this kind of behavior though, because in the next second he dodged their hits, he grabs onto one of their leg before slinging it over and causing the guy to falls onto the ground. He gives one last glance at the groaning boy and uses his elbow to kick the other one from behind, making him yelp in pain and held onto his bleeding nose.
Turning around, Jungwon’s eyes widened for a swift moment when a fist suddenly meet his face, but it wasn’t strong enough to makes him fly back. Only a cut on a lip, tsk.
Jungwon looks up to glares at the shocked leader before not wasting a second on returning back the favor with his own fist, then a high kick that finally knock him off.
His two buddies starts to also gain consciousness and comes back to Jungwon but Jungwon only slap him on the face and flick his forehead, ending it with a kick to his ball that causes him to knock out again. The other boy receives the same treatment as his leader, then, done.
Jungwon’s chest heaves up & down, lips parting as he stares at the insensate bodies rolling around on the ground. His tongue dart out to lick his lips yet he only winced instead when he feels a stinging feeling, fingers brushing over to find it is bleeding.
Fuck. His mom is going to kill him.
However, before Jungwon could run away from the crime scene and gets home as quick as possible to hide the wound, he feels another presence lurking from behind the trash can.
Jungwon glances over to find the student that was being held back now emerging from his spot, he was a little timid to walks over to Jungwon but in the next moment he is in front of him.
“Um, sorry about that..” He lets out, sniffling as he is still crying with his head hanging low. Both of hands are clasped politely in front of him and Jungwon’s eyes wander down until it landed on the name tag messily pinned on the pocket of his shirt.
Kim Sunoo. Class 10-B
Doesn’t sound familiar.
Jungwon just nods, he was about to say he needs to leave when suddenly the boy finally gather the courage to looks up and meet his eyes, and out of a sudden, Jungwon’s breath hitches.
The teary hazel eyes blinks at him, lashes so long it flutters against his cheekbones. Even in the dark, Jungwon can tell how soft his skin is and his plumb swollen lips that he kept on biting onto due to the anxiousness from earlier.
Only one word came to Jungwon’s mind when he inspects the grace in front of him. Beautiful.
Or two. Gorgeous.
Or perhaps three. Breathtaking.
“—hello? I asked if you need help with cleaning your wound..there..” Sunoo mutters to him, his finger shyly pointing at his lips where the wound is located at.
Jungwon finally blinks back to reality at the voice, he thought of it for a second and didn’t even doubt it when he nods. “Sure.” He lastly say, and it seem to have causes the weight to falls off Sunoo’s shoulders when he saw it briefly dropping.
A gentle smile quietly painted on his lips.