𝑰'𝑴 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑳

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☆ Lee Tae-Moon ☆

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"Like you're about to shit yourself."

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"What?"

The air around them was dense, thick with an awkward tension. Lee Tae-Moon's eyes fluttered, eyeing the boy in confusion. He didn't know why he said that, did he make a funny face? The smaller teen coughed and looked away to his left. He found himself not able to maintain eye contact with Zack's friend.

So, Tae-Moon stood awkwardly under the gaze of the other teen, not able to reply. His mouth felt dry, but surprisingly he also found the corner of his lips twitching- trying to lift into a small smile. The situation they were in made him want to giggle, it was almost comical with how awkward it is.

To both his annoyance and embarrassment, however, Tae-Moon trying to suppress his smile did not go unnoticed. The dark-haired student lifted his chin and turned it towards him, still leaning in close.

Their eyes met in an even more awkward trance.

Tae-Moon's face burned at this point. He wanted to turn around and walk away- to never want to lay his eyes on his peer again. However, his feet felt cemented to the ground and his body stiff with anxiety. He was unsure of what to do and also what is about to happen. Is he going to fight him? Like his friend Zack Lee? Punch his face in and let his other two friends join in?

They were all standing in a secluded hallway, and lunch had only begun. The pale boy realized in that moment that he had to come up with a plan, for if anything were to go wrong.

What if I ask him what he meant? Aish.. but what if he thinks I'm trying to make him look stupid? Damn! This is so annoying...

After managing to build his courage, he asked the student what he meant.

"Like I'm about to shit myself?"

The taller boy nodded; his playful smirk turning into a silly grin.

Tae-Moon felt incredibly stupid. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who didn't know what to do because the two friends behind them began to shuffle around.

"Hey uh, Doo Lee, what are you doing? Aren't you going to punk the brat?"

Whatever trance this Doo Lee was in faded away, because he shook his head raised his fist.

"Ah, that's right."

Tae-Moon's eyes widened.

Shit!

He tried to pull away from the other, but his shoulder was only gripped harder. The pain that shot down his arm and across his collar bone caused the boy to bit his lip and began to thrash.

"Why don't you all leave me alone? Okay? I'm sorry for spilling food on your friend!" He tried to speak up but was quickly shushed by Doo Lee's fist connecting to his gut. Tae-Moon doubled over, holding onto himself as he choked and coughed.

"O-ouch, fuck." He whimpered out, backing away once he felt the hand that gripped his shoulder let go.

Tae-Moon made an effort to regain himself, so he could turn around and run away. However, his efforts were proven futile when a polished, dark shoe connected with his side.

He fell back this time, his head hitting the floor. A groan slipped out of his pink lips and tears were now spilling down his flushed cheeks. The force the other boy exhibited left him gasping for air, trying to regain his breath after the wind was knocked out of him.

Tae-Moon tried to get up, but the same shoe that kicked him pressed down on his chest.

The dark-haired boy's vision began to haze as his world spinned around him once he looked up.

He could vaguely make out Doo Lee's sculpted, wrinkled face. His playful smirk was still present, but his eyes... they held a much more sinister look to them.

Like sadistic glee.

Another whimper left his lips upon feeling his peer's shoe press down harder on his sternum.

"P-please." Tae-Moon choked out, gripping onto the shoe that held him to the ground. Doo Lee looked away, smirking and chuckling to himself.

He shook his head in mock disbelief.

His reactions only caused Tae-Moon to become flustered and frustrated more.

He felt hopless, small, vulnerable.

Like... like...

That night.

Doo Lee looked down once more and sneered.

"Scared now that big Ole', knight-in-shining armor Vasco isn't here, hm?"

After not receiving an answer, he tsked and shook his head before continuing. "Well, I guess I'll wrap this up before lunch is over."

With that, he raises his fist and landed a fiery punch onto Tae-Moon's face.

He didn't know when, but after many punches were made onto his face and body, he passed out.