Seong-je pulled off his glasses, his cigarette slightly flimsy as it slid to the corner of his mouth, blowing out smoke. “Loose that glare,” he scoffed at Gotak, one eyebrow slightly raised. “You fucking loser.” He chuckled that stupid, raspy dark chuckle that sent shivers down everyone’s spines. You and Jun-tae, however, began to run without a second thought. You ran hand in hand, barely even saying anything to one another as you ran desperately, two of Seong-je’s cronies following closely behind, yelling out at you loudly. “Get back here!” One of the boys yelled while panting heavily.

You and Jun-tae spun around the corner, running up the stairs near an apartment building. Finally, the two were alone and maybe, just maybe, finally safe. At least, that’s what you hoped for. You didn’t say anything; instead, you fell to your knees and leaned up against a wall, panting heavily as Jun-tae did the same, dialing someone’s number. It was Si-eun’s number. But, once Si-eun picked up, Jun-tae decided to go down the stairs and check to see if everything was safe. You couldn’t even do anything except for cough and pant, your lungs burning in your chest as you stood up, walking down the stairs with shaky legs and your torn and dirtied Eunjang uniform.

“Jun-tae? Is everything okay?” Si-eun’s voice came in through the phone— full of static and no emotion— as Jun-tae fell down to the ground, getting punched and kicked by Seong-je’s cronies. And now, since you tried to help him, you were also getting beat; quite badly. After what felt like forever, you blacked out.

You woke up on a rooftop, your breathing slightly labored and your face burning and bleeding while your head pounded. Jun-tae and Gotak were opposite of you; both of them lied up against a wired fence, both beaten and bloodied. But, as you looked up, that’s when you saw him; Si-eun, standing there, his phone in hand. Seong-je had picked up Gotak by his collar, punching him and slapping him. He was beating the shit out of him, knowing he couldn’t fight back.

Si-eun didn’t say anything, just stepped forward with his usual stoic expression. He looked up at Seong-je and then down at the trio— Jun-tae, Gotak, and you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What the fuck?” Si-eun said breathlessly, his eyes slightly wide. He’d only ever had one sight of Seong-je before. It shocked him that this was the second time.

Si-eun grabbed his pen from his pocket, pressing it before lunging forward, missing Seong-je because he ducked.