Bon Won and his friends, Il-Seong and Minsu, were roughhousing near the door of their classroom when one of their classmates came barreling in shouting about something.
He nearly collided with Minsu’s wide back. Bon Won was glad that the idiot stopped in time because Minsu, a laborer’s son, is a hard, short-tempered young man. He is not as big as that giant rich kid, Kwang, but he is by far more menacing. If the oblivious kid smacks behind him, he'll consider that a personal challenge and might pummel the poor kid to a pulp.
“Guys! Guys! Someone just beat up the wheelchair boy! ”
A few of his classmates stared at him for a moment and then returned to what they were doing. Some turned to Bon Won and surreptitiously watched his reaction.
Isn’t he the one with the rule to not touch the kid?
Both Minsu and Il-Seong, a scrawny, tall kid who always looks bored except if he is torturing little weaklings behind the school, stared at Bon Won, who was turning white.
Unlike everyone else, he remembered who really gave that rule and how the fuck will he act when he finds out. I hope, to God, it is not someone-
His mind jolted to a halt, and then slowly, ever so slowly, his face turned grimly towards the boy lounging in the corner of the classroom. The moment their eyes met, Chung-ho smiled devilishly at him. He didn’t even hide his bruised hands. Bon Won groaned silently. He now knew his former friend did it.
Fuck.
You stupid fuck, Bon Won thought wearily.
“What’s the matter, Bon? ” Chung-ho said, his feet on top of his desk. He displayed a relaxed posture, but no one was fooled. Everyone can see that he is coiled up like a snake, ready to pounce. And very excitedly at that.
Minsu took a step forward, but Bon Won stopped him.
Chung-ho stood up and mockingly stared at Minsu. “Yeah, big guy, stay out of this. This is a discussion between the leaders,” he said confidently. Then his eyes turned to Bon Won. “Did you like my present? ", he said. There was barely controlled excitement in his voice.
“Was it you? Are you the idiot who messed up that boy in the wheelchair? ”
“Yes, I am,” Chung-ho said confidently. “So what are you going to do about it, Bon? I just broke one of your oldest rules. Show me what kind of boss you are and duel me! ” Chung-ho is almost vibrating with excitement.
This is it! Now Bon Won will be forced to fight me one-on-one and I’ll finally trash him once and for all, Chung-ho thought excitedly.
But Bon Won wasn’t looking at him. He was looking behind his friend's shoulder, and there was a grim smile on his lips. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, old friend,” Bon Won said almost in a whisper, which forced Chung-ho to lean forward at him.
At the corner of his eyes, Bon won noticed Kim Jung-hee entered their classroom and stared around with a grim expression surrounding him like an aura.
“The rule that said no one is allowed to touch the kid in the wheelchair wasn’t mine.”
There was a confused look on Chung-ho’s face, and he was about to ask what the fuck Bon Won was talking about when a finger tapped him heavily in the shoulder. “Hey, are you Chung-ho? ” Jung said behind him.
Chung-ho turned around because the finger that poked him wasn’t polite. It was demanding and insistent. Then he turned around and stared at the boy staring back at him. It was Bon Won’s candy-ass boyfriend. What was his name again? He is supposedly the expected valedictorian of the senior class. Kwang-something. He only sees him as the nerdy boy. Why is this asshole bothering him?
“Who the fuck are you? ”
“Are you Chung-ho? "the boy simply repeated.
“Get lost, kid. I don’t have time to deal with you right now.”
Now Chung-ho remembered that this boy is also a friend of the wheelchair boy. Did he come here to berate me? Chung-ho thought incredulously. Well, he didn’t have time for this; he is about to corner Bon Won into fighting him, and-
“Sang-ki mentioned your name before he passed out. Are you the one who beat him up? ”
Again, Chung Ho stared at the boy one more time. What the fuck is going on here?
“Answer the kid, Chung-ho,” Bon won said, the edge of his lips threatening to lift up. At first, he feared for his former friend, but after he smugly took credit for the wheelchair boy’s fate without remorse, maybe this idiot needed to learn a lesson or two.
Sighing, Chung Ho turned towards the kid, and he towered over him. “Yeah, I’m Chung-ho, and I’m the one who beat the cripple? Now what are you going to do about it?"
Kim Jung-hee stared at him for a moment longer and then nodded to himself. He pulled out a handkerchief and slowly wrapped it around his right hand. His eyes never left Chung-ho’s face. “Now that I have confirmation,” Jung Hee said in a cold, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck you up.”
“Pfft! ” Il-Seong, the tall, quiet kid flanking Chung-ho, burst out laughing and turned to Bon Won, as if saying, Is this kid for real?! But that thought stopped the moment he saw the grim expression from Bon Won himself. Bon Won’s body was now filled with sweat, and he unconsciously went into a defensive crouch position, as if readying himself to either fight or flee.
Maybe this is not a good plan after all, Bon Won thought as he finally remembered Jung’s aura back in the gym. Jung Hee's dorky face for the last few months made him a little bit compliant, and he slightly forgot about the aura that is now enveloping them all.
Jung Hee took his time to tie the handkerchief in his right hand as he continued to speak. “I want you to know that, so when you are lying in bed a few days from now, full of pain, I don’t want your brain to rationalize what I did to you as some sort of cheap sucker punch.”
Chung-ho just stared at him uncomprehendingly. Is this nerdy boy actually going to fight me? He thought disbelievably.
“I want you to do everything in your power to stop me, because I’m going to deliver to you the pain you gave my friend Sang-ki tenfold.”
“Jung hee, you don't-" Bon won started.
“Stay out of this, Bon Won,” Jung said coldly. “Or I’ll deal with you next.”
Jung Hee is angry with Bon Won as well. These are his friends. He could have stopped them, but he didn’t. Now it is up to him to deliver the lesson.
Chung-ho, Il-seong, and Minsu all stared at Bon Won as he took the insult and gulped. The rest of the class saw this as well, and now they are wondering what the hell is going on.
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“Minsu! ” Shouted Bon Won. “Get the rest of the class out of here! This is none of their business! ”
Minsu just stared at his leader. Chung-ho’s laughter boomed across the room, and a lot of the kids flinched at it.
“Now!”
Hesitatingly, Minsu shooed the rest of the class like a slow, menacing sheep dog, and the class was forced out of the room.
"I closed the door! ” Bon Won ordered, and Minsu reluctantly followed.
“Are you fucking kidding me? ” Chung Ho said. “The great Bon Won is scared of some-"
“Hey,” Bon Won cut him off, but his eyes never left Jung Hee’s visage. “Remember when I told you that the rule wasn’t mine? ”
His three remaining gang members stared at him. They watched as their leader sweated right in front of him.
“Meet the guy who made that rule.”
Slowly, Chung-ho returned his gaze back at Jung Hee, and he looked at him from head to toe. Besides his uncanny eyes, there was nothing remarkable about the young boy in front of him. Why is Bon Won acting like that?
“Are you ready? "Jung said simply.
Despite himself, Chung-ho’s entire body began to tense up in anticipation of a fight, like he always does. Is this boy really going to-
The straight punch caught him by total surprise. Jung Hee was in a rest position, and then all of a sudden, his fist was flying. It caught Chung-ho right in the nose, and his face blew back in an explosion of pain and blood. He staggered back a few steps, and Jung Hee calmly followed him.
Chung-ho stared at the blood oozing out of his face in an uncomprehending manner. Both Il-seong and Minsu’s mouths dropped open. Only Bon Won wasn’t surprised.
“You son of a bitch! ” screamed Chung-ho as he attacked Jung.
Jung saw the haymaker coming a mile a way, but he didn’t dodge nor attempt to block it. He let it hit him, and as it made contact, he countered with a fist to Chung-ho’s stomach. Chung-ho might as well have hit a rock as his fist impacted Jung’s skull, and he felt his knuckles break. Then the counter hit him.
The taller boy bent over from the force of Jung’s impact. For a split second, all the pain he was feeling was in his right fist, as if he had just punched a wall instead of his opponent’s face. But before he could register the pain, the punch in his stomach made him bend over and vomit his breakfast right there in the classroom.
The remaining boys in the room stirred uncomfortably because of the violence, but Jung Hee barely noticed them. Again, Chung-ho staggered backwards while still bent over and clutching his stomach. Jung calmly followed him. Chung-ho glared up at him in his position, his lips filled with saliva as he vomited the last of the contents of his stomach. “Motherfucker! I’m going to kill you."
“Come on then,” Jung said, staring back at him, completely unafraid. “Take your best shot.”
“Yaaarggh! ” Chung-ho screamed his battle cry as he attacked. His upper cut connected with Jung Hee’s chin. Then he slid away as Jung lifted his chin and leaned back. Then a roundhouse kick to the left side of his face. It was supposed to be a Brazilian kick or a question mark kick, where the attack is supposed to confuse the enemy with either a frontal kick or a roundhouse one. But Jung’s experience in the gym made him able to detect immediately where the kick will land simply by looking at the rotation of his opponent’s hips, the tensing of the shoulder, and how his opponent’s chest bends. So he knew Chung-ho’s attack was a high roundhouse kick aiming for the side of his neck. His arm lifted automatically to the side of his ear, and he absorbed the attack.
Then, just as quickly, Jung’s other fist was already shooting for Chung-ho’s body with successive blows to the liver and then to the side of the rib. Jung felt something crack, and Chung-ho left an involuntary, gritted moan as he stumbled back once more.
Jung Hee realized the source of Chung-ho’s confidence was the fact that he dabbled in taekwondo. It was obvious now from his choice of attacks, so when Chang-ho lifted his left foot for a hammer kick just as Jung stepped closer to him, Jung-hee wasn’t surprised. He stopped the attack dead in its tracks with a single arm, grabbing Chung-ho’s ankle just as the hammer foot was falling down.
Jung then lifted his knee.
At first, everyone thought he missed with a knee attack, but then it turned into a lock-front kick that targeted Chung-ho’s knees. With a sickening crunch, the attack connected, and the knee bent at an impossible angle. There was silence for a split second, as if the world could not believe what just happened, and then a keening scream of blinding pain escaped Chung-ho’s mouth. Bon Won and the others had been in many fights before, but they stared horrified at Jung’s display of true violence. When they fight, usually they aim to hurt and humiliate their enemies. Jung's way of fighting was to disable and probably kill his opponent. It was simply not the same.
"You have to stop him! He is going to kill Chung-ho! ” Il-Seung said loudly.
Bon Won stared grimly at Jung hee. This is what he was scared of from the very beginning. He tried to keep his friends away from Jung and to leave him alone. Because the boy has a different side from the dorky one he always showed. When truly angry, Jung is enveloped by this dark aura around him, and he becomes this uncaring yet coldly calculated killer. He'd seen such an aura before, during that incident in the gym years ago, and it still scares him to this day. Once the aura swirls around him, the boy turns into this scary monster that is truly capable of killing.
Chung-ho fell to the floor, still clutching his broken leg. Jung calmly walked around him as his opponent trashed in the floor, as if stalking him. Chung-ho tried to stand up despite his broken leg but then Jung kick him back in the floor and straddled him. Chung-ho’s hand blindly reached up to Jung’s face. Jung didn’t know if the boy intended to choke his neck or gouge out his eyes. It didn’t matter to him. He let the hand reach out to him, and when it was nearer, he grabbed and pulled it closer, and then, in one fluid motion, he grabbed the little finger and bent it the other way. Another ear-splitting scream came out of Chung-ho, and Jung simply watched him with cold eyes. He then reached for the ring finger and-
Bon Won grabbed his hand and screamed in his ear, “Jung hee! Stop this! He’s done; you should."
Jung placed a palm in Bon Won’s chest, and he pushed. The other kid literally flew in the other direction and crash-landed in a group of wooden desk chairs. Jung returned his gaze to his victim and lifted him up by his neck, and he started punching the face again and again. Everything was slow, deliberate, and designed to be painful. When the boy passed out, he grabbed another finger and broke it. That brought his victim up; his face was closer to him while he still straddled the boy. Jung was about to punch him again when strong hands grabbed him by the neck and lifted him out of the boy’s body.
“Okay, you’ve made your point. Get off him and-”
Jung recognized the boy, who gave him a headlock and dragged him away from his prey. He was one of Bon Won’s friends, the big guy named Minzu.He was saying something, but Jung wasn’t listening. He lifted his right foot in a hammer kick maneuver, just like CHung-ho did, and smacked the toes of his shoes right in the eye of Minzu’s face. His restraining body is still wrapped around Jung, but Jung executed this almost impossible over-the-shoulder back kick. This loosened Minzu’s hold on him and gave him just enough wiggle room to throw a devastating elbow into Minzu’s stomach. That made the bigger boy let go, and Jung quickly wrestled his way out. He turned, grabbed the side of Minzu’s face and smashed the other side of the boy’s head into the nearby wall. Then Jung followed it up quickly with two more successive elbow blows to the side of the face. Minzu fell to the floor like a rag doll.
Jung automatically turned to his other friend, Il-Seong, whose face turned ashen as he felt the full weight of Jung's gaze on him. Il-seong took a step back, his hands up, to show he had no plans to intervene. Already, his back is drenched with sweat from what he is seeing. Is this boy even normal?
Jung stared at him for another 4 seconds, but it was an eternity to the other boy. Then Jung turned and returned unhurriedly to the blabbering mess that is Chung-ho.
He straddled him again, and everyone gasped. Surely…
Jung Hee grabbed Chung-ho by his neck collar and proceeded to punch his face. Il-Seong and the others wanted to protest as they watched in horrified silence. Chung-ho is down, an incoherent mess of battered meat. And yet, Jung continued to punch him.
Hard.
Blood splattered on the wall, and then seconds later, teeth accompanied the blood as it flew away from Chung-ho. His victim fainted again, and then Jung bent another finger. Chung-ho jerked awake and whimpered. Jung raised his fist for another devastating punch when Bon Won tackled him from the side.
They rolled to the ground; both boys have experience grappling. Jung Hee easily escaped from the hold, and Bon Won smartly let go before Jung found a counter lock on his hold. They both continued rolling to the ground and then immediately rose to their knees, both boys in standard defensive stances.
Bon Won then reached out to grab Jung's uniform once more. He knew he had no chance in a straight-up fist brawl, but he had spent more years in the gym training grappling. Jung deflected the hands reaching out for him and then countered with his own hold.
What followed was a series of blurry grappling moves and counter moves as both tried to get the upper hand. But with Bon Won’s increasing anxiety, it became clearer and clearer that Jung is more skilled in judo counter hold. How is that possible? He specialized in holds. He knew for a fact that he trained in the gym far earlier and longer than Jung Hee, and yet the boy is a master of holds? It is like fighting his uncle.
Eventually, Bon Won’s arm was pressed to the ground in a joint lock, and he could not move anymore while his face was pushed into the cement floor. “Jung Hee! Wait! I am not your enemy! I just learned about what Chung-ho did to your friend, and we were dealing with it. This is not necessary! ”
Jung Hee just stared at Bon Won’s struggling back. His eyes are cold and dangerous. Then he released him and stood up. “Stay away from me, Bon Won. I’m not happy with you right now.”
Then calmly, Jung turned and walked back to Chung-ho’s prone body. Only nasal whining is coming out of his broken face, and no one is sure if he is coherent with the damage he received. And then Jung kneeled right next to him and grabbed his left hand. The three former friends of Chung-ho, including Bon Won, thought Jung was checking his pulse or something. But then Jung isolated one finger and broke it again.
Chung-ho screamed like a roasted pig, and everyone either turned white from shock. The boy, Il-Seong, vomited to his side.
“Jung hee! ” Bon Won shouted. He tried to stand up, but suddenly he doesn’t have the strength anymore. And he fell back on his backside. He only felt it now, but his right arm was dislocated.
Chung-ho was whispering something. Jung stopped and leaned closer to hear him. He was expecting the arrogant kid to tell him that he would kill him or make some other defiant nonsense promise like that. "Please, I'm so sorry. Please don’t hurt me anymore."
But Jung’s face didn’t change; his was still filled with anger, and everyone could see that he still wanted to continue. Then something broke, and his shoulder slightly sagged. Then he grabbed his victim once more and made him look at him. There was no more defiance in Chung-ho’s face, only naked fear.
“If you ever see a wheelchair in front of you, turn around and walk in the other direction,” Jung said in a grating voice. “If I ever see you in the same room as my friend Sang-ki ever again, you will not walk out of that room. You will have to drag your body out since I’ll break both your legs if I see you near him. Do you understand me? ”
"Yes, I promise I will not go near the boy again. Just.. Stop, stop, please.”
“Good,” Jung said, as he lifted the broken body with barely an effort. “Now this is to let you remember that promise.”
Jung stood up, dragged his broken body, and then threw Chung-ho out of the window of the second-floor room. The window was open, but Chung-ho Bulk made sure that he wouldn't easily fit, and so part of the window shattered as he catapulted out of it.
“Chung-ho! ” Bon Won shouted in horror.
The two remaining hardened delinquents ran in horror towards the window and stared down. Then, in mild relief, Chung-ho’s body landed in a group of plant bushes on the side of the building. Several kids below noticed it and gaped at the broken boy. Who knows that the school’s green drive program actually saves lives?
"The clinic! "someone shouted below. “Call the nurse! The nurse! ”
Jung Hee didn’t even bother to look. After throwing the guy, he turned and walked calmly out of the room. He did stare at Bon Won for a moment, and the other boy was the first to flinch and look away.
Jung silently walked out of the room and the other kids waiting in the corridor stared. Jung ignored them all as he walked away.