i'm kind of signing a death wish by doing this but
prompt post bc i want to try to write again. this time i'm taking any fandom so long as i know a bit about it and you're not adverse to poor characterisation. so yeah, spam spam away and we'll see what i have left in me-if i have anything left.
Today, Cheolyong thinks as he lands a punch on the kid’s face, has got to be the worst day ever. Not only did he end up wandering out of their gang’s territory, but he wandered into BEAST’s territory by himself, no backup. He really can’t blame anyone else except for his own stupidity for not paying attention to his surroundings.
He dodges a kick, bringing his arm up to punch the kid in the gut, causing him to stagger. If anything, he’s lucky that he’s only fighting the stupid high schoolers who associate themselves with BEAST. And then chaos breaks lose when the high school bell rings and the students start to filter out. Cheolyong decides it’s time to take his leave, especially since this high school isn’t too friendly but he gets the wind knocked out of him when someone kicks him from behind.
Trying to maintain his balance he turns around to find his assaulter, but is only greeted with a punch to the face. Cheolyong falls to the ground backwards, landing on his ass. He closes his eyes, expecting another blow but then … nothing. Opening his eyes he realises that the attack stopped. Around him are two students he’s never seen before, crouched with their fists ready.
“Who are you guys?” Cheolyong asks, disgruntled as he tries to stand on his own.
“I, ugh, my cousin’s in your gang.”
“Really? Who?”
“Byunghee hyung.”
Cheolyong’s surprised, but claps the guy on the shoulder nonetheless. “Cool, you can take care of the rest of them for me then? Thanks!”
Flashing a smile at the surprised high schooler despite the pain that shoots up the side of his face, he runs through the surprised crowd to get to his abandoned motorcycle. When he gets there there’s already someone sitting in it.
“Hey kid, get off my bike! That costs more than your life!”
“No,” the kid says, “if you’re leaving you’re taking me with you.”
Cheolyong raises an eyebrow. “Just get the fuck off it.”
“Listen, you’re either going to take me on a ride or those guys are going to catch up with you.”
“Fine, move over.”
The kid smiles brightly at him, putting the helmet over his head. It’s awkward as Cheolyong tries to situate himself on the bike because the kid doesn’t get off, but he manages to get on without falling off in an embarrassing fashion.
“Hold on,” he mumbles under his breath when he starts the bike.
Arms circle around his waist tightly and he feels the kid lean into him, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when the kid says, “My name’s Kibum.”
*
They’re almost to Seoul but Cheolyong doesn’t notice until the conductor announces it. He’s red in the face from the beer that he and Kibum ordered a while ago, and he’s pretty sure that whatever Kibum is saying isn’t that funny, but he’s laughing so hard he can’t breathe anyway.
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