Kim Jiseong name will be changed to Kim Jisung to make it easier to pronounce
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At the park near Sangji High, under the gazebo's, Park Dong sat on the bench with Daegyu while Jisung leaned against one of the wooden pillars.
Park Dong exhaled. "You haven't been in a fight since middle school, right?"
Daegyu groaned. "Nope. Fuck."
"Honestly," Park Dong muttered, "what reason is there to fight anyway…"
Daegyu scratched his cheek. "I kinda wish I knew how to fight too. Like Seojin."
Park Dong nodded. "Yeah. That guy can go toe-to-toe with Minsu hyung even though they're the same age as us."
Jisung grumbled under his breath, "He's rich, handsome, and he knows how to fight. How the hell does the world bless one guy with everything… and then there's us…"
Park Dong clicked his tongue. "I should've at least learned some martial arts or something… Anyway, let's just finish this. It's just a high school fight. If you land the first punch, you've got a shot. Getting hit hurts the same for that bastard too."
Vrooom.
None of them noticed the sound at first, too focused on Park Dong's words.
"Even if we lose," Park Dong continued, "we cut ties with those assholes once and for all. Let go of what needs letting go. Protect what we should protect."
Vrooom.
closer this time.
"It'll probably take them a while to get here, so we might as well stretch or warm up..."
He suddenly froze as he clenched his fist.
A motorcycle screeched to a stop right beside the gazebo.
All three looked over and their faces blanched.
Chulgyu, eyes burning, swung off the driver's seat. Yang Jinsu hopped off behind him.
Chulgyu strode toward them like a storm. "Good. You're all here, you fucking dimwits."
Park Dong's mind blanked.F-fuck… They're already here? I wasn't… I wasn't mentally prepared yet…!!
Chulgyu's voice thundered, "Who the hell do you think you are, ordering us around? You wanna die? You want a fight, right?"
He cracked his neck, stepping closer.
"You bastards are dead today."
At the back of the park, the four of them stood facing each other under the dim lamps Park Dong, Daegyu, and Jisung on one side, Chulgyu and Jinsu on the other. The night air thickened with tension.
"Alright. Not many people come here anyway." His eyes flicked between the three. "So? How do you wanna do the order?"
Park Dong felt sweat slide down his neck.Now that I'm actually standing in front of them… of course this bastard Chulgyu is no joke…!!
Chulgyu sneered. "You bastards figure it out however you want. You were talking big on the phone why so quiet now, you little shit?"
Park Dong's jaw tightened, but he held it in. Then he caught sight of Yang Jinsu behind Chulgyu, smirking.
"What the hell are you smirking for, Yang Jin? You piece of shit. Today's the day you die."
Yang Jinsu scoffed, loud and mocking. "HAHA, look at you, losing your shit at me. Because you're scared, right? so I'm the easy target, huh?"
The tension spiked.
Park Dong shot back, "Says the guy who ganged up on his own friend."
"Friend?" Jinsu snorted. "Please. He just saw me as someone to use. Thinking back, I don't even have many good memories with that fucker."
His tone dropped cold, bitter.
"You're all the same. You're the ones who'll die today."
Daegyu stared at him, disbelief twisting his face. "What the hell did we even do to you? We even distanced ourselves from Seolhyo's group for your sake… You're seriously not even a bit sorry for that?"
"Nope. Not at all."
A beat of silence.
Park Dong exhaled sharply. "…Now I get why they call you a loser. 'Cause you really are one, you son of a bitch."
Daegyu muttered, "Freakin' loser."
Jisung added, "Idiot."
Yang Jinsu's smirk twitched rage creeping in.
Chulgyu took out a cigarette, completely unbothered. "Quit yapping. Let's throw down already." He lit it, inhaled once, then nodded at Jinsu. "Yang Jin. You might as well take this chance and fight too them over there look like they're itching to beat your ass."
Yang Jinsu clenched his fist.Let's try it.
He stepped forward.
"Alright," he growled, eyes blazing. "Let's fucking go. Who's up first? Come at me whoever the fuck wants it."
Daegyu pat Jisung back. "…Don't push yourself too hard."
Jisung stiffened, nervously step forward. "Huh? Oh… o-okay!!"
Jisung stared at Yang Jinsu across him standing straight ready to fight , his heart thudding.
Fuck… I said I'd take Yangjin to avoid fighting Chulgyu, but… I didn't think it'd actually come to this. Since when did this bastard look so gutsy? Was he always this built?
Trying to look tougher than he felt, Jisung curled two fingers at him. "Hey. You come here, you fat pig."
But when the two stepped in, it instantly became obvious this wasn't some cool movie fight, no sharp dodges, no clean punches. People only imagined fights going that way. Reality was different.
Unless you train, have real experience, or were just born a monster fights between a people who has nothing of this their fight will look like a mess.
Jisung lunged first, grabbing a fistful of Yang Jinsu's hair. Yang Jinsu wrapped both arms awkwardly around Jisung neck in some half-choke, half-hug. They stumbled, bumping shoulders, feet scraping on the dirt.
No punch landed clean. No form. Just frantic shoving and grunting.
Yang Jinsu raised a hand to hit him, but the swing was sloppy it slapped against Jisung head more than punched it.
"Let go, you little!!" Jiseong growled, yanking his hair harder.
They kept stumbling, swaying, their shoes scraping like toddlers fighting in a playground.
Then Jiseong, desperate to end it, leaned back and tried to throw a kick at Yang Jinsu's side.
But he kick way too far and too slow.
Yang Jinsu saw it coming and instinctively reached down somehow managing to grab Jisung ankle mid-swing.
"Wh-wait!"
Before Jiseong could regain his balance, Yang Jinsu lifted the leg slightly and pulled.
Jisung body immediately fall down.
"ah, fuck!!"
He toppled hard onto his back, dirt puffing around him. The impact knocked the air out of his lungs, leaving him stunned with wide eyes and a choked gasp.
Yang Jinsu, panting heavily, still standing holding his leg.
Jisung, meanwhile, could only look up.
The winner was decided.
Chulgyu stared at the scene, eyes narrowing. He won.
Yang Jinsu, still gripping Jisung captured leg, let out a short, breathless laugh. "Heh… hahaha… down you go, huh? So what now?"
Park Dong watched from the side, his fist trembling as he clenched it. He shut his eyes for a moment. He lost…
Yang Jinsu lifted his fist high."What now? Still gonna act tough?"
Jisung flinched, curling in and shielding his face with both arms bracing for a hit that never came. After a second, he peeked through his arms, confused.
Yang Jinsu just snorted. "What a loser. LMAO."
I won… I actually won, Jinsu thought, turning away from him. A one-on-one fight… and I won fair and square!He smirked, clenching his fist. My fists might actually be useful…!!
But behind him, Jiseong pushed himself up, humiliated and shaking. "Where do you think you're going, punk? I'm not done!!"
Chulgyu stepped forward. "If you lost~…"
His kick smashed into Jisung ribs, sending him crashing back to the ground like a ragdoll.
Park Dong and Daegyu froze in shock.
"Kim Jisung!!" Daegyu shouted, voice cracking.
Chulgyu waved them off lazily. "Hey, you all saw it. Yang Jinsu won. So the extras can go back to spectating now."
He flicked his cigarette, the butt bouncing off Park Dong's chest before falling to the pavement.
Park Dong stared at it, jaw tightening… and when he looked up, his eyes were burning.
Chulgyu smirked at their faces. "What? You next, Daegyu? If you're gonna start something, hurry up and fight."
He cracked his neck with a hand, rolling his shoulders."Or both of you at once. I could wreck you two alone."
Park Dong's jaw locked as Chulgyu kept smirking. Something inside him snapped.
"…Hey."
He stepped forward, fists trembling, eyes fixed on Chulgyu.
"I'll fight you, Chulgyu… you thug bastard."
Chulgyu blinked once then let out a low, amused chuckle.
"Oh? Is that so?"He step forward toward him, smile widening into something cruel. "Then you better be ready… because I'm not letting you walk away with just a beating."
His eyes sharpened, voice dropping to something colder."I'll beat you to death."
A bead of sweat slid down Park Dong's cheek.