WARNING: Violence and blood..

Junhyung POV:

When I woke up, my head was heavy and foggy.
I really didn't want to wake up, nor did I want to stand or walk.
But I could feel my throat was craving for water and I just had to get it, now.
I slung my legs out of the bed and almost fell when I tripped over something soft on the floor.
“Stupid dog” I complained and walked out the already open door.

Who let my door open?!

I supported myself to the wall as I walked down the stairs 

Has it always been a staircase here?

I had my eyes closed, I was soooo tired, and moreover I know my house pretty well, at least I thought.
I surely didn't. 
On my way to the kitchen I stumbled and tripped over everything, crashed into walls and knocked over plants and other thing standing in my way. At last I finally reached the kitchen and sighed in relieve.
When I was finished pleasing my throat and had stumbled back, and up the staircase I entered my room, only to find five people taking up the whole floor with their bodies, pillows and duvets.
“What the hell?” I said pretty loudly
The person lying right in front of my feet started moving, and soon he was sitting upright while rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.
“Oh, you're awake” A rusty voice said. “Hyung, he's awake”
The male tried waking the person beside him up.
He sat up on his knees and looked up at me.
“Morning Junhyung”
The voice was familiar, yet I didn't recognize it.
“How do you feel?”
He stood up and walked over to me.
It was only then, when I saw his face, that I recognized him.
Hyunseung.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him in confusion.
“I was sleeping, and now I'm standing here talking to you..”
“No I mean, why are you here?”
“What do you mean? It's my house”
“What?”
I was dumbfounded deluxe.

His house?
This is Hyunseung's house?

Reality hit me as I looked around.
This surely wasn't my house.
“Oooh! So that's why” I slapped my forehead “Then I'm sorry about the mess in the living room”
He looked at me, from head to toe and up again.
“Just go to bed again, it's still early”
He laid his hand on my forehead, and I blushed.
“And you still have a slight fever”
I nodded, walked over the still unknown person lying on the floor and right after I had made myself comfortable in the bed I heard Hyunseung's muffled voice screaming my name.

Guess he saw the living room..

~*~*~*~
Hyunseung POV:

Why did this person walk into my life?
Does it have any meaning in me meeting him?
The school is big, was it faith that I ended up in the same class as him?

I don't believe in faith, but sometimes I wonder; 'does it have a meaning?'
Now I was standing in the middle of chaos. It was mess everywhere.
The living room looked like a war zone I'm not even capable of describing.

How the hell was he able to do all this on his own?!

When the next person, Doojoon, woke up, I was probably halfway done with the cleaning.
“How did you manage to do this?” He asked in shock
“ohoho! This is douche number 1's fault” I answered pretty irritated.
“Junhyung did this?! How?”
“Don't ask me, I'm just cleaning” 
Doojoon started laughing. And he laughed loudly, probably waking up the whole neighbourhood, or at least every living being in this house. 
“What the hell's up with all this no-oi!” Yoseob asked, coming down the stairs, seeing the living room. “What happened in here?”
Dongwoon and Kikwang came after him.
They all looked like crap, hair in every direction, clothes turned halfway around, still rubbing their eyes.
“Junhyung! Junhyung is what happened!”
I was slightly pissed. It isn't that shocking.
I woke up at 6 am just to find my living room looking like a war zone, then I have to clean for hours, and when someone finally wakes up, they start laughing at me.
But even so I have to admit it's kind of funny (and frightening) how one person can do this much damage uncontentiously. 
When the others had gone home in the evening, and I went to bed, I just wanted to sleep trough the whole weekend. And so I did.

~*~*~*~

Coming to the school Monday morning was even worse than usual.
Everywhere I went, people would send me hurtful glances.
People kept their distance and whispering would start as soon as I walked past them.

What's going on?

When I stepped into the classroom, it became quiet.
Everyone was staring at me as I walked to my seat.
Yoseob and Kikwang hadn't arrived, nor had Junhyung, Doojoon and Dongwoon.
I was alone.
“How is he?”
I turned around and looked straight on one of the guys in my class, that I do not know the name of.
He is bigger and taller than me. He has more muscles, and is manlier.
“What?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“Do you hear badly? How-is-he?”
“I heard you, I just don't understand what you're talking about”
A smirked formed on the guys lips and he stepped a little closer.
“I'm talking about Junhyung”
“Ok, what about him?”
He stepped even closer, making me take a step backwards.
I wasn't afraid, I just didn't want him up in my face.

“Are you trying to act smart?”
“No. I just don't understand what you're talking about, as I said before”
The big guy grabbed my collar and dragged me as close to him as possible.
“Is it really that hard to understand?! I sa-”
I interrupted him in the middle of his sentence “Can you please don't spit me in my face as you talk, it's really disgusting!”
That pushed the already irritated guy over the edge.
He harshly pushed me backwards, and a loud groan slipped trough my lips as I hit the hard wall.
Just then a laughing group of people walked in; Yoseob and Kikwang along with Doojoon, Dongwoon and, of course, Junhyung.
Their laugh died out pretty fast as they saw what was going on.

“You're the disgusting one here, being Junhyung's !”
I stared wide eyed at him.
I have been called a lot of things up trough the years, but never have a word hurt as much as this one.
. It's a terrible word to use towards someone.
He turned around smirking, thinking he had won the conversation.
But to me it wasn't over. All I had left in my life was pride, and I was not going to let this take that away from me.
“Jealous?”
As gasps filled the silent room, he stopped and turned to me.
“What did you say?!”
“I asked you if your jealous, it really seems like you are.”
The punch against my cheekbone was both sudden and unexpected.
It was so hard my head turned, and I almost fell to the floor.
“Hyung!” Yoseob yelled and started running towards me, along with Dongwoon and Kikwang.
When I turned my head back, the next punch hit my nose and this time it hurt so much I fell on my knees, only my arms supporting me from not laying flat on the ground.
Blood started dripping to the floor.

“Hyunseung!” Yoseob still yelled, being held back by some of the big guys friends.
Doojoon had already ran to the principals office.
The next thing was a kick to my stomach.
This time I couldn't support my own weight any more, and fell to the side, holding around my stomach.
The taste of blood filled my mouth.
My vision was blurry, but I could see someone running towards me.
The last one I saw was Junhyung.
He was standing few meters away from me.
The last thing I did was smile. I smiled a tiny smile, and Junhyung caught it, as his eyes widened and he slightly gaped.
The physical pain was nothing against the mental.
. The word was still lingering in my head as I out.

~*~*~*~

A/N: I have no idea how the story ended up like this o.O I'm usually against violence in fanfics, (and reality) but somehow I wrote this.. XD sorry!

Maybe this will help?

Not even a little?

No? :(

well well.. see you soon ^^