Golden Boys Must Burn || 8TURN

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Myungho's POV:

I didn't care if our team needed to accept our trophy, I'd rather beat Changhoon to death. Or, I'd possibly settle for wiping that expression off of his face and breaking his nose. That had been a close one; Changhoon walking in on Won-sik and me. That damn hippy definitely had to be the stupidest Dragon. I don't know why Kwon kept him on. 

But even though Changhoon clearly knew that his uncle was the leader of the White Dragons, he didn't know about me. If he found out, me being screwed would be an understatement. Yet that idiot Won-sik had to risk everything because he was impatient. I'd told him I'd pick the haul up after the game. 

And then, because it had to be some sort of running joke by now, Y/N's voice echoed down from around the corner, and I'd walked up to see Haemin punch one of the HYBE players. That HYBE player obviously did something to Y/N, though, and so if Haemin hadn't done it, I would've been more than happy to.

I didn't even have time to think over why I suddenly felt so defensive of her, because the underground chamber started to fill up with both our teams, plus the others.

"Babe, what's going on?" asked Chae-soo.

I looked over at my worried girlfriend and brushed everything off, trying to quell the panic at the fact that I had no idea where Won-sik had gone. It's fine, everything was fine, I told myself. 

And when Y/N clapped back with a threat that made me happy for the simple fact that Changhoon hated being one-upped by a girl almost as much as he hated being second best in baseball. But of course Changhoon had to ruin it. If he liked making jokes about the dead so much, I'd just have to send him into the afterlife to see for himself.

"Don't let him goad you," uttered Jaeyun, holding my arm. Why did he have to step in now? Even worse, why did he have to be right? Though whilst Jae took a turn at verbally beating down Changhoon, I went back to trying to work out how I was going to balance the cruise and what I needed to move for Kwon tomorrow. It'd be a tight schedule, but I'd manage.

Not long now, Myungho, you'll fix everything soon. I had to.

I'd have been happy to hear from Seungie any other time, but I really wished he would have stayed with his friends and Ahyeon right now. When one of Changhoon's teammates shoved the kid onto the ground I stopped thinking and—

—was beaten to it by Jaeyun, and though the other guy tried to dodge, the attempt didn't stand a chance against fourteen years worth of taekwondo. His face would be fifty shades of bruised tomorrow.

"I thought you said don't let them goad you?" I paraphrased, exasperated, going back-to-back with Mr. Class President.

"Do what I say not what I do," was all Jae uttered, and I would've laughed if I didn't have to focus on booting one of the HYBE players back who tried to swing a bat at our heads.

So much for collecting our trophy, I thought as the chamber quickly transformed into a scene from Fight Club. I wanted to get to Seungheon but there were too many people blocking my way. That was when Won-sik decided to appear again, only to make his exit, though not before winking at Seungheon.

That son-of-a-bitch, they swore they'd leave Seungheon out of it now. I didn't want any of the White Dragons within three-hundred yards of my namdongsaeng. 

I copped a few hits, though dealt out enough to more than even things out, though at least I'd avoided any to the face. 

When whistles blew and several faculty members broke up the fight, all I could think of now was they would call my dad because of this.