Two of the Same Whole - (3/6)
Title: Two of the Same Whole
Pairing: Youngmin/Kwangmin (Brotherly Love)
Summary: When one of them is bullied, he hides it to protect his brother.
Rating: PG13
For michiyomakino
(3/6)
Damn it, they're attacking nothing but my sensitive sides. Stumbling to his feet, Kwangmin gasps for breath as he clutches onto the bricked wall of the school building. Just when he thinks he has a break and his wounds can heal; he appears. Rubbing the dirt from his eyes, he looks up to glare daggers at the group that surrounded him. Why does it feel like this guy's getting more violent?
Kwangmin staggers to regain his balance, and ignores the curled fist that JiHoon flexed. His legs were shaking from the effort to stand. “To beat up someone like me, it takes seven people eh? You must be really scared to fight me alone.”
Kwangmin’s eyes narrow as he dodges a kick to his chest, but as his wounded knee gives away from the sudden movement, a punch collides with his stomach.
“That mouth of yours is pretty lively today,” JiHoon mutters, the heel of his shoes stepping over Kwangmin’s splayed hand on the ground, “just like some other person I know.” He ignores the cry of pain that erupted from the boy as he grinds the heel of his shoe into the hand.
Gritting his teeth, Kwangmin forgets about the searing pain as he reaches over and hits the back of JiHoon's knee; knocking him away and sliding his hand free. “Talking about my brother?” he mutters, getting to his feet and giving a good punch in JiHoon's chest. He felt satisfied as his fist made solid contact, but JiHoon was fast to recover. Kwangmin doesn't even see it as a fist hits him squarely in the jaw.
“Who else is there?" JiHoon spits, diving a hand to grab a fistful of Kwangmin's shirt. "He says some shit about us and humiliates us. And everyone in the whole school starts talking behind our backs. I wouldn't be so annoyed by it if it wasn't so fucking bothersome."
Getting the wind knocked out of him, Kwangmin gasps for breath as he tries to fight against JiHoon's grip. He manages to lose JiHoon's grip on his shirt, but too quickly, he is pushed forcefully against the brick wall face first. He manages to soften the impact with his free hand, but lets out a breathless cry when he hits his forehead; hard. Seeing spots before his eyes, he blinks furiously as his head spins and his pupils dilate.
"And because you can't touch him, you aim for his brother. How cowardly of you," Kwangmin wheezes, his lips lifting up into a smirk. Slowly, JiHoon turns him around and he could see the ugly face in front of him.
Growling deeply, JiHoon's reclaims his hold on Kwangmin's shirt. "Listen up, we have ties to Seoul's biggest bike gang and mafia, so think twice before calling us cowards."
"The only reason we can't harm that brother of yours is because he's the basketball ace. If I were to lay a hand on him, I know I'll be in deep shit with the school." Practically spitting out the words, JiHoon holds Kwangmin's pained gaze with a one of menace. "Dare to mock me and walk away unscathed? He's just lucky that we never had the chance to call him out."
"So what does all that have to do with me?" Kwangmin whispers, "he's known for having a rude tongue, but I never did anything to do you." Damn it, I sound like a wimp!
"You're just unlucky that you have the same face," JiHoon says, snickering. "I'm actually surprised. I had hoped that you would call out to that brother of yours after our first encounter. Although, I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid."
Although Kwangmin expected the blow, he still groans in pain as a punch collides with his abdomen. Dropping to the dirt like a sack of potatoes, he heaves for air as his vision blurs. He tasted blood.
Shit, that really hurt. Moaning, he winces as a pair of hands grab him from behind. Trying to focus his eyes, Kwangmin realizes that two people from the outside ring of JiHoon's gang were holding onto his arms behind his back.
"The school's top ranked student, the manager of the district's top basketball team, and..." JiHoon murmurs, rubbing his chin as he walks around Kwangmin in a lazy circle, "...the shadow to the school's most popular guy." Smirking, he takes out a phone and waves it to and fro in front of Kwangmin's face.
"I wonder what people will think... if a scandalous video of Jo Youngmin's twin brother were to be uploaded for everyone to see." Stepping closer to roughly grab Kwangmin's face, JiHoon chuckles; a throaty laugh that made Kwangmin's skin crawl. His hand slides down, caressing Kwangmin's neck and opening the top button of his school shirt.
He wouldn't, Kwangmin gasps, squirming in the steel like grasps of his captors. "Don't you touch me, bastard," he spits, body electrified with burning horror. He took a quick scan of the other members in par with JiHoon; and most, if not all, of them looked rather bored and out of it. It was as if they didn't want to have any part of his beatings.
Come to think of it, they never did lie a finger on me. It was all JiHoon's doing. But quickly dismissing the thought, Kwangmin attempts, again, to pry away from the iron grips. Why are they so strong?!
"Jeongmin, come record this." JiHoon mutters, calling a guy that was texting on his phone. The boy didn't look like a rebellious teen. He was pretty handsome and clean; somewhat of a pretty boy that couldn't even throw a punch. Kwangmin wondered why he hung out with such a group, especially with a guy like JiHoon.
Frowning, Jeongmin lazily walks over, giving Kwangmin a pitiful look. "You should stop now, this has gone long enough," Jeongmin murmurs, tsking when JiHoon pushes his phone towards him. Rolling up his sleeves, JiHoon approaches Kwangmin, who's heart was thumping with dread and adrenaline.
I'll kick him in the crotch when he gets close, Kwangmin thinks, licking his dry lips. He felt a small sense of satisfaction when he saw a cut along JiHoon's bottom lip. Just as JiHoon gets close to him, enough for Kwangmin to smell the stench cigarette smoke, a rough hand jerks JiHoon's arm back. Jeongmin, looking rather annoyed and tired, shakes his head and sighs.
"Stop it JiHoon, you're picking on that kid for no good reason. Let it go and let's go home." Although he said it in such a light tone, Kwangmin could hear the outline of a serious threat.
Wasn't JiHoon the leader of this gang? Kwangmin thinks, looking from Jeongmin to JiHoon. His arms were throbbing, as his ribs were pulsing with pain and strain. He didn't think he could last standing on his worn out legs for too long now.
"But that little brat..." JiHoon starts, trailing off when Jeongmin glares at him. Growling, JiHoon gives Kwangmin a dirty look before taking back his phone and shoving past the other guys. Jerking his head, Jeongmin motions for the two guys behind Kwangmin to let him go; he sighs with relief as he rubs his arms. His hand was tingling with a weird sensation. One by one, the other five members trail after JiHoon; not even once giving a look towards Kwangmin.
Before Kwangmin could mutter a word of thanks, Jeongmin holds up a hand to stop him. "I don't need gratitude. I only did this out of pity," he scans Kwangmin up and down, and clicks his tongue, "I may sound like a hypocrite, but I don't like what JiHoon's doing to you. It's rather pathetic." Shrugging, Jeongmin takes out his phone as it vibrates in his pocket. "Then again, you're pretty stupid to take beatings from him for your brother."
"I'm going through with all this because he's my brother," Kwangmin answers, wincing as the cut in his mouth opens and he tastes blood. His jaw was throbbing pretty badly as well.
Staring back at Kwangmin with a straight face, Jeongmin just purses his lips, "Okay, whatever then. If you're smart, you'll avoid JiHoon now. This is the first and last time that I'll be helping you." Turning on his heels, Jeongmin resumes texting on his phone as he walks away. Not once turning back around.
He doesn't seem like a terrible guy, Kwangmin thinks, letting a soothing, but aching, breath of air. Collapsing to his knees, he manages to crawl over to the brick wall to sit against it for support. Feeling light-headed and hot, he reaches over to gently touch his forehead. He cringed as it throbs and blood painted his fingers.
"I think my bruises have bruises now," Kwangmin whispers, sliding down onto the ground as his breaths become laboured. He could feel his lids becoming heavier and heavier, as his vision slowly darkens. "I wonder what time it is now..." Before he could register the remaining thought, Kwangmin could feel himself loosing grip of reality and slowing slipping away; nothing but a blanket of pain engulfing him.
He just misses the call on his phone.
Caller ID: Youngmin
(-tbc)
A/N: i hope this hasn't been a let down to any readers so far. (/_\) i guess you can say, every time i upload a fic, i have this small shard of fear in me that it isn't that good of a read. well, can't please everyone ^^;; hehe
this may be the last update for a few days ;( some things have come up in rl that I need to attend to. nonetheless, i'll try and update as soon as i can find time. thankyou to everyone that has been reading my fics! i really appreciate it ^^/
Pairing: Youngmin/Kwangmin (Brotherly Love)
Summary: When one of them is bullied, he hides it to protect his brother.
Rating: PG13
For michiyomakino
(3/6)
Damn it, they're attacking nothing but my sensitive sides. Stumbling to his feet, Kwangmin gasps for breath as he clutches onto the bricked wall of the school building. Just when he thinks he has a break and his wounds can heal; he appears. Rubbing the dirt from his eyes, he looks up to glare daggers at the group that surrounded him. Why does it feel like this guy's getting more violent?
Kwangmin staggers to regain his balance, and ignores the curled fist that JiHoon flexed. His legs were shaking from the effort to stand. “To beat up someone like me, it takes seven people eh? You must be really scared to fight me alone.”
Kwangmin’s eyes narrow as he dodges a kick to his chest, but as his wounded knee gives away from the sudden movement, a punch collides with his stomach.
“That mouth of yours is pretty lively today,” JiHoon mutters, the heel of his shoes stepping over Kwangmin’s splayed hand on the ground, “just like some other person I know.” He ignores the cry of pain that erupted from the boy as he grinds the heel of his shoe into the hand.
Gritting his teeth, Kwangmin forgets about the searing pain as he reaches over and hits the back of JiHoon's knee; knocking him away and sliding his hand free. “Talking about my brother?” he mutters, getting to his feet and giving a good punch in JiHoon's chest. He felt satisfied as his fist made solid contact, but JiHoon was fast to recover. Kwangmin doesn't even see it as a fist hits him squarely in the jaw.
“Who else is there?" JiHoon spits, diving a hand to grab a fistful of Kwangmin's shirt. "He says some shit about us and humiliates us. And everyone in the whole school starts talking behind our backs. I wouldn't be so annoyed by it if it wasn't so fucking bothersome."
Getting the wind knocked out of him, Kwangmin gasps for breath as he tries to fight against JiHoon's grip. He manages to lose JiHoon's grip on his shirt, but too quickly, he is pushed forcefully against the brick wall face first. He manages to soften the impact with his free hand, but lets out a breathless cry when he hits his forehead; hard. Seeing spots before his eyes, he blinks furiously as his head spins and his pupils dilate.
"And because you can't touch him, you aim for his brother. How cowardly of you," Kwangmin wheezes, his lips lifting up into a smirk. Slowly, JiHoon turns him around and he could see the ugly face in front of him.
Growling deeply, JiHoon's reclaims his hold on Kwangmin's shirt. "Listen up, we have ties to Seoul's biggest bike gang and mafia, so think twice before calling us cowards."
"The only reason we can't harm that brother of yours is because he's the basketball ace. If I were to lay a hand on him, I know I'll be in deep shit with the school." Practically spitting out the words, JiHoon holds Kwangmin's pained gaze with a one of menace. "Dare to mock me and walk away unscathed? He's just lucky that we never had the chance to call him out."
"So what does all that have to do with me?" Kwangmin whispers, "he's known for having a rude tongue, but I never did anything to do you." Damn it, I sound like a wimp!
"You're just unlucky that you have the same face," JiHoon says, snickering. "I'm actually surprised. I had hoped that you would call out to that brother of yours after our first encounter. Although, I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid."
Although Kwangmin expected the blow, he still groans in pain as a punch collides with his abdomen. Dropping to the dirt like a sack of potatoes, he heaves for air as his vision blurs. He tasted blood.
Shit, that really hurt. Moaning, he winces as a pair of hands grab him from behind. Trying to focus his eyes, Kwangmin realizes that two people from the outside ring of JiHoon's gang were holding onto his arms behind his back.
"The school's top ranked student, the manager of the district's top basketball team, and..." JiHoon murmurs, rubbing his chin as he walks around Kwangmin in a lazy circle, "...the shadow to the school's most popular guy." Smirking, he takes out a phone and waves it to and fro in front of Kwangmin's face.
"I wonder what people will think... if a scandalous video of Jo Youngmin's twin brother were to be uploaded for everyone to see." Stepping closer to roughly grab Kwangmin's face, JiHoon chuckles; a throaty laugh that made Kwangmin's skin crawl. His hand slides down, caressing Kwangmin's neck and opening the top button of his school shirt.
He wouldn't, Kwangmin gasps, squirming in the steel like grasps of his captors. "Don't you touch me, bastard," he spits, body electrified with burning horror. He took a quick scan of the other members in par with JiHoon; and most, if not all, of them looked rather bored and out of it. It was as if they didn't want to have any part of his beatings.
Come to think of it, they never did lie a finger on me. It was all JiHoon's doing. But quickly dismissing the thought, Kwangmin attempts, again, to pry away from the iron grips. Why are they so strong?!
"Jeongmin, come record this." JiHoon mutters, calling a guy that was texting on his phone. The boy didn't look like a rebellious teen. He was pretty handsome and clean; somewhat of a pretty boy that couldn't even throw a punch. Kwangmin wondered why he hung out with such a group, especially with a guy like JiHoon.
Frowning, Jeongmin lazily walks over, giving Kwangmin a pitiful look. "You should stop now, this has gone long enough," Jeongmin murmurs, tsking when JiHoon pushes his phone towards him. Rolling up his sleeves, JiHoon approaches Kwangmin, who's heart was thumping with dread and adrenaline.
I'll kick him in the crotch when he gets close, Kwangmin thinks, licking his dry lips. He felt a small sense of satisfaction when he saw a cut along JiHoon's bottom lip. Just as JiHoon gets close to him, enough for Kwangmin to smell the stench cigarette smoke, a rough hand jerks JiHoon's arm back. Jeongmin, looking rather annoyed and tired, shakes his head and sighs.
"Stop it JiHoon, you're picking on that kid for no good reason. Let it go and let's go home." Although he said it in such a light tone, Kwangmin could hear the outline of a serious threat.
Wasn't JiHoon the leader of this gang? Kwangmin thinks, looking from Jeongmin to JiHoon. His arms were throbbing, as his ribs were pulsing with pain and strain. He didn't think he could last standing on his worn out legs for too long now.
"But that little brat..." JiHoon starts, trailing off when Jeongmin glares at him. Growling, JiHoon gives Kwangmin a dirty look before taking back his phone and shoving past the other guys. Jerking his head, Jeongmin motions for the two guys behind Kwangmin to let him go; he sighs with relief as he rubs his arms. His hand was tingling with a weird sensation. One by one, the other five members trail after JiHoon; not even once giving a look towards Kwangmin.
Before Kwangmin could mutter a word of thanks, Jeongmin holds up a hand to stop him. "I don't need gratitude. I only did this out of pity," he scans Kwangmin up and down, and clicks his tongue, "I may sound like a hypocrite, but I don't like what JiHoon's doing to you. It's rather pathetic." Shrugging, Jeongmin takes out his phone as it vibrates in his pocket. "Then again, you're pretty stupid to take beatings from him for your brother."
"I'm going through with all this because he's my brother," Kwangmin answers, wincing as the cut in his mouth opens and he tastes blood. His jaw was throbbing pretty badly as well.
Staring back at Kwangmin with a straight face, Jeongmin just purses his lips, "Okay, whatever then. If you're smart, you'll avoid JiHoon now. This is the first and last time that I'll be helping you." Turning on his heels, Jeongmin resumes texting on his phone as he walks away. Not once turning back around.
He doesn't seem like a terrible guy, Kwangmin thinks, letting a soothing, but aching, breath of air. Collapsing to his knees, he manages to crawl over to the brick wall to sit against it for support. Feeling light-headed and hot, he reaches over to gently touch his forehead. He cringed as it throbs and blood painted his fingers.
"I think my bruises have bruises now," Kwangmin whispers, sliding down onto the ground as his breaths become laboured. He could feel his lids becoming heavier and heavier, as his vision slowly darkens. "I wonder what time it is now..." Before he could register the remaining thought, Kwangmin could feel himself loosing grip of reality and slowing slipping away; nothing but a blanket of pain engulfing him.
He just misses the call on his phone.
Caller ID: Youngmin
(-tbc)
A/N: i hope this hasn't been a let down to any readers so far. (/_\) i guess you can say, every time i upload a fic, i have this small shard of fear in me that it isn't that good of a read. well, can't please everyone ^^;; hehe
this may be the last update for a few days ;( some things have come up in rl that I need to attend to. nonetheless, i'll try and update as soon as i can find time. thankyou to everyone that has been reading my fics! i really appreciate it ^^/