Chenle’s body shook lightly at the sight of the seringue looking dangerously in the nurse’s hands, her eyes soft and full of pity, her smile (which was probably reassuring) seemed very scaring.

Chenle mustered his most pitifull puppy eyes, lips slightly trembeling, while he refused to let go of Taeyong’s arm, looking up with the silent plea to leave the room right now.
“Chenle is a big boy, right?” Taeyong sighed in defeat, eyes soft yet voice encouraging his youngest to endure.

Chenle denied the statement, knowing better then to confirm it, shaking his head as if his life depended on it: “Lele no big boy.”

Chenle nuzzled his head affectionaly in his dad’s arm who was busy carrying Jisung in the other, voice sweet yet sulky: “Lele’s daddy’s baby”

Taeyong’s heart melted, eventhough he knew that only on those occasions would Lele call himself his baby. The younger one hadn’t even finished to use his weapons yet as he summoned his most cutest puppy eyes again, this time towards the nurse, whose eyes didn’t soften, long used to her difficult job.

Seeing this, a first tear escaped and before Taeyong could react, Chenle sobbed his heart out. Taeyong who had a very annoyed Jisung in his arms (mind you he had received his shot first and his angry tears had made his eyes puffy and red, which he tried to hide in his dad’s chest), couldn’t help but crumble lightly. He wanted to recomfort Chenle, yet coulnt let go of Jisung in his arms.

Winwin who accompanied him, went towards his son; he carefully swept his fingers across Lele’s cheeks, wipping away those big tears with his slender fingers while, a for once indulging, Chenle didn’t mind Winwin’s physical contact nor proximity.

“Lele you can not be afraid of a little pain.” Winwin voice was soft yet firm, his eyes resembeling Lele’s MattHyung as they were calm yet deep.

Lele could imagine his Mark hyung presence; he too would have silently half comforted half lectured Chenle, yet Chenle couldn’t help but crying harder as those where not the words he wanted to listen too.

Winwin smiled lightly, and he hushed his son softly, whipping away those new big tears before he used both of his hands to cup Lele’s cute round cheeks, lifting his pitiful son’s chin to face him.

“Lele do you want to hear a secret?” Winwin warmly asked as his fingers softly caressed both cheeks in recomfort.

Lele shook his head as he pitifully wept; “Lele wants to go home”

Winwin nodded; “Did you know that big boys who receive their shot get to make a wish? Doesn’t Lele have a wish?”

Lele shook his head, as even though receiving a wish was tempting, he didn’t want to receive that shot for anything in the world. “Eventhough Lele wont feel any pain?” Winwin asked lightly with incrudelence in his voice.

Lele frowned: “No pain?”

Winwin nodded: “That’s right. If Lele close his eyes and holds my hand, then you will not feel any pain.”

Lele looked at him with guarded eyes; so easy…this couldn’t be true. It must be a trap to get him his shot.

Lele shook his head, not convinced at all.

Winwin smiled lightly, as if he had been prepared for it: “Do you not believe me?”

Lele nodded and Winwin laughed lightly, smile soft at his son as he caressed his light brown locks out of his eyes.

“Then how about this; Fuqin will receive a shot and close his eyes while holding Lele’s hands. If Fuqin cries or feels pain then Chenle doesn’t have to get a shot, what do you think?”

Chenle eyes widened at the prospect of dodging his shot and he nodded feverlishly.

“But Lele, you have to pinky promise that if Fuqin doesn’t feel pain then you have to get your shot too.”

Lele pouted, but in the end nodded reculantly as he gave his pinky towards Winwin to seal the promise.

Winwin smiled and he took place next to Lele, winking towards the Nurse who understood his message.

“Here give me your hand Chenle.” Winwin asked as he closed his eyes.

Lele gave his hand, even patting Winwin’s hand with his other hand as he felt a bit sorry for the man who would receive his shot.

The nurse prepared her seringue, before cleaning a spot on Winwin’s arm.

She then skilfully inserted the (empthy filled) seringue, with practiced ease: Lele flinched yet to his surprise the warm man besides him didn’t flinch nor cry.

His eyes distracted, the nurse quickly took the seringue away saying she was all done (as there had been no vaccine in the siringue)

Lele eyes got misty again as he realised he would have to receive his shot.

Winwin seeing this took Chenle on his lap: “Lele wanna know what Fuqin wished for?” he whispered warmly into his son’s ears, as he caressed Chenle’s hands with his slender fingers.

Lele who had his back crushed against Winwin chest nodded.

“Fuqin wished Lele wouldn’t feel anything at all when receiving his shot like a big boy.”

Lele looked up: “Lele doenst want to get shot…” he still tried to ask for some pity yet Winwin softly kissed him on the forehead: “Fuqin knows. But Fuqin also knows Lele is a big boy. Fuqin will give his hand to Lele so that Lele wont feel any pain alright?”

Lele had no choice but to comply, yet seeing the seringue again his eyes widened in fear.

“Ssssh; Close your eyes. Fuqin is right here.” Winwin coaxed his son as he took both of his small hands into his, tighetening his hold on them in a comforting way.

Lele closed his shaky eyes.

“Lele, what do you wish for?” Winwin asked with a very alluring voice as Chenle suddenly felt a tinge of pain, yet the moment he wanted to shake it off, he felt his Fuqin’s grip on his hands getting stronger again: “Lele, can you tell us what you wish for?” Winwin’s voice stayed calm and alluring warm.

“Lele wants new batman doll with car. And Sungie no sick. And no more shots again….” Lele summed up all his wishes, while the little tinge of pain felt dull.

“That’s a lot Lele. You can only wish for one wish. What do you pick?” Winwin’s soft voice caressed his ears, as he continued to dirstract his son and Lele frowned at the prospect of only choosing one wish… “Then Sungie no sick?”

Winwin smiled as he planted a soft kiss on his son’s forehead. “Alright, that’s a very good wish. Chenle is a very good hyung.”

Chenle felt slightly more happy at the comment and felt even more happier when Winwin said: “Alright, its done; Lele you can open your eyes now.”

Lele opened up his eyes and looked curiously at his arm, where a pretty bandaid of batman could be found plastered on his wrist.

“Lele was a good big boy.” Taeyong smiled at his son who beamed back, glad that he could go home now.

Winwin ruffled his hair before carefully putting his son back on the ground; Lele looked up at him,still beaming, and Winwin felt his heart very hopefull, very warm.

Taeyong’s eyes softened at the scene, and his heart became even warmer when he saw Lele taking Winwin’s hand as they left the nurse’s room. His happy moment however didn’t last long, as his phone buzzed through his pocket’ jeans.

With one hand holding (a still pouting) Jisung, he fished his phone out of his pocket, eye’s slightly widening in surprise as he read the ID caller.

It was Ten.

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Mingyu had felt the stares all day, feeling out of place every now and then…yet the canteen sure was themost suffocating and embaressing moment he had experienced today.

Previous leechers, previous people he had thought of friends, avoided him like the plague; some in pity and some in delight. It made him angry, but he felt more despise towards himself then towards them: how had he been that blind?

Some people changed in a matter of days: his mother who he had never been closed with, had shielded him from his father’s hatred; she used her old drowery and assets to settle Black King’s debt, and sold her own investments to keep their family afloat in high society; the Choi’s family had lost power, but they avoided the crisis of losing their place in high society.

For the first time, Mingyu realised the nature of people: people who bowed to him or his family before were itching to laugh or trow stones at them now.

His mother had smiled at them, and when they returned back to their house she had told him: “Smile. Untill you can laugh back at them. Learn from your mistakes Mingyu. Power never last long.”

Mingyu would have never imagined his cold mother being able to make him feel gratefull; nevertheless he decided that he would return back to this school; he would work his off and show them who would have the last laugh in the end.

Their canteen’s lunch was as usual horrible and without any flavour, but they couldn’t afford their private chef anymore (one of the many things they tried to cut off until they were again financially stable), so Mingyu took his horrible lunch towards a quite table to eat.

Money.

Before he would have never had to worry about.

Now eventhough his mother had averted the crisis of them worrying about it, he still understood the power of money even better then before.

How ironically.

He took the metal chopsticks in his hands, staring at his rice, as he was a bit lost in his thoughts.

Something which was more frequent ever since he got expelled for one week.

Most of the other friends who had gotten expelled didn’t come back; some came back, but avoided him, while others picked another school as not all of them were able to avert their crisis.

Especially the fourth years.

None of them had been able to stay in high society.

It was intentional he tought. After all the fourth years were the one that had beaten him.

And now their family suffered beatings from their enemies.

As for himself…He was sure that even the fact that his family was able to escape had been calculated:

They were still in high society, yet they were the lowest of the lowest rank at the moment.

So, we would also get a taste back of being bullied.

Mingyu shuddered.

Crazy.

Scary.

Vicisous.

No matther what, Mingyu would never make the same mistake twice; whoever would be his opponent he would never be forcefull or arrogant. At least not until he reached the amount of power like that man.

Which he would propably never.

“Oh, look who we have here; the defeated King came back! Oh sorry, there is no King anymore, never mind, its just a defeated Babyboy. ”

Mingyu’s chopsticks stopped lightly, yet he reminded himself his goal: Keep smiling, until you can laugh back at them.
And so he continued to eat, ignoring Wonho completely.

Used to be such a leech, yet you are barking now like a dog.

“Hey, do you think you can afford to ignore me, you trash?”

Mingyu looked slightly back at him: “What do you want?”

Wonho snorted: “Still arrogant huh, it seems Mark Lee hasn’t beaten you enough!” he taunted him, looking with provocating eyes.

Mingyu wanted to laugh. “I think you are quite arrogant for someone who pushed him to the ground. Are you not afraid he will beat you instead of me?”

Wonho looked at him in complete puzzlement: “What the are you talking about? You were the one that fought him, I never came even close to him!”

Mingyu smiled, it was his first genuine smile since a long time: “Everyone that attended P.E. this moring talks about it. I guess your friends are too scared to tell you, huh?”

Wonho frowned, not liking how Mingyu could still smile so arrgantly in front of him: “Listen you trash! If you don’t stop saying nonsense right now, I wont feel sorry for giving you a lesson on behalf of Mark Lee myself!”

Mingyu shook his head, lightly amused: “I think you are overestimating yourself.”

“What did you say?!” Wonho grabbed him by the collar, yet Mingyu looked unfazed at him as he calmly spoke: “You do know that the new appointed director condems violence, don’t you? No matther your background, the school can punish you severly for it. Or didn’t I show it clearly enough?”

Wonho snorted, letting go of his collar as several students started to pay them attention, gossiping while looking out for a show.

“Still arrogant even when you are trash.”

Mingyu smiled: “And you are still arrogant eventhough your actions in P.E. will ruin you. How are you different from me?”

Wonho had enough: “What the are you talking about!”

Mingyu decided he had enough fun: “You pushed a classmate in P.E. this morning, didn’t you?”

Wonho laughed: “A classmate? You mean trash, yeah, what about it?” he looked back at Mingyu provocatingly.

Mingyu snorted internally at his stupidity: “Well that so called ‘trash’ fel on Mark Lee because of you. Every second year is gossiping how you made Mark Lee injured yet you are so fearless that you wont even apologise…I think you want to get beaten too, don’t you?”

Wonho stared at Mingyu with wide eyes: “You are bulksh*tting me!”

Mingyu wondered how stupid he really was: “Yeah, cuz any friend of yours can testify about this if you ask them, so of course I would bullsh*t you.” He replied sarcastically enough for Wonho to understand the message.

He cursed before storming off, probably to one of his cowards’ friends to confirm Mingyu’s story.

Mingyu snorted. He really hoped Mark Lee would beat him; that’s the minimum he could do back after getting him in this position alright?

Hansol looked at Jinyoung’s lunch in distate: “How can you even eat that?” he asked in concern as he gripped his own handmade (full of fatherly love) lunchbox tighter towards his chest.

Jinyoung huffed: “Hey, not everyone can afford home cooked food like you alright!”

Hansol grimaced at the comment, his eyes looking for a free table in the crowded canteen.

“Let’s sit there!” Jinyoung exclaimed happily as he pointed with his chin to a table that hadn’t be taken yet.

Hansol nodded, making his way towards it when suddenly he heard Jinyoung’s yelp followed by the sound of the metallic plate falling on the ground; he whipped his head at the sudden sound, eyes big that narrowed down the instant he spotted Woonho besides Jinyoung who looked lightly devasted at the sight of his food that had gone to waste.

“Ya Wonho!” Hansol snapped

Said guy glared at him as he seethed in rage: “You dumb trash!”

Hansol anger rose; what was his problem?!

“Are you crazy!?” he made his way towards Jinyoung who was crouched down to clean up what could be saved, glaring at Wonho: however he hadn’t even reached his friend yet as the jerk took him by his collar.

Hansol knew better then to fight; Wonho wasn’t his opponent at all, not even in a million years.

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