Kai

Kai fiddles his thumbs as he sits in the back of a police cruiser. Then the car stops, the door is forced open and he’s pulled out. He yanks his arm back and huffs, "Get off- I know how to walk!” The police officer doesn't say a word as he pushes him up the steps, and to the front door. He rings the doorbell before removing the boy’s handcuffs.

When a middle-aged man opens the door, the officer asks, "Mr. Kim?"

Kai looks at his feet instead of his father—who towers over him in the doorway—and continues to rub his sore wrists.

"Yes," the man answers slowly, confused.

"We found your son spray-painting graffiti on the police station with his friends," the officer says. He holds up a bag of paint cans. "We also found a pack of cigarettes in his pocket."

Kai feels his father's eyes burning into him as if expecting him to answer.

"Jongin?" All does is Kai cross his arms. He doesn't say anything; he had nothing to say. No feeling of remorse or guilt because what was there to be guilty off? It was funny. It’s not his fault cops don’t have a good sense of humor. "Jongin, what did you graffiti?"

The cop lets out a sigh. "He drew a pig under the words “Oink oink,"

Kai snickers at that. Classic!

"Do you think that's funny, son?"

Kai shrugs his shoulders and finally looks up. "It's pretty funny."

His father scowls and grabs onto his arm, pulling him to the door. "I'm sorry, officer. I'll make sure he gets the punishment he deserves."

"He'll give us the name of his friends who helped him."

"No," Kai shakes his head.

"No?"

Kai shrugs.

"Fine, then I'll see you at six in the morning, cleaning that filth off the side of my building."

That quickly took the grin off the punk's face. He looks to his father, who just nods. "What? No!"

"Then tell us who you were with."

Kai scoffs. this and them. It's their fault for leaving me. I don't give two s about them anyway. "Fine," he agrees indignantly. He pulls out his phone and goes through his contacts. All except one. "This is ing bull."

"What's bull is that my son is out at nine at night, spraying graffiti on government property!"

Kai looks disgusted as he goes inside to write down a couple of names and addresses. He returns to the door and smacks it into the officer's hand. "Here- piggy."

Kai's father pushes him out of the doorway and sighs. "Officer, I am so sorry, please forgive him."

The officer points at Kai. "You get that boy under control, Mr. Kim- this is the fifth time this month."

"I understand, sir."

"Next time, we'll be forced to make an arrest- now I don't want to do that. You're a good man."

Kai’s father bows his head in respect. "Thank you!"

I need a smoke. Kai grumbles as he searches his pockets. He groans when he remembers the officer took them, as well as his zippo.

"That pig owes me a-"

"This is the LAST straw, Jongin!" His father interrupts, turning from the door. His face is red and flush with anger. "This is the last time you embarrass me! No more, Jongin, no more!"

"What're you talking about, old man?"

Kai's father stomps over to the wall and flips a couple of pages of the calendar over. With a bright red pen, he circles the last day of the senior school year.

"Tomorrow, it's the first day of your junior year." He looks over and points. "You have until the end of your senior year to get your damn act together- go to school, get your grades up; make decent friends. If you fail to do that..." He sighs. "I'm sending you to a juvenile facility."

Kai widens his eyes. "Dad!"

"No, Jongin- this is the last time you make a fool of me!" He lets go of the pages and sets the pen down. He heads into the kitchen to grab a beer, still lecturing over his shoulder. "No more stealing, graffiti, starting fires- you'll stay away from those friends of yours and make new, respectful ones."

"What's your definition of respectful, old man?!"

"Do you want technical?!" His father shouts, slamming the fridge door, but it doesn't faze Kai. "Anyone but those bloody delinquents you hang out with!"

Kai throws up his arms. "But they’re my friends!"

His father points a finger at him. "I don't care- you're going to make friends your own age, and good kids. Get good grades and make good friends, or I'm hauling your to jail."

“You want me to just DROP Taemin?”

“If he’s apart of that damn group of yours, yes- even him.” 

Kai stares at him in disbelief, wanting to argue more but no noise came out. There’s no way in hell that he’s just going to drop his best friend. “That’s ing bull! I am NOT dropping Taemin!” He watches his father sit down on the couch and resumes his show; he ignores Kai now. His phone rings and it almost seems as if he were going to ignore it, but the caller ID quickly changed his tone.

"Baby, hello!"

Oh good, it's the , Kai thinks, rolling his eyes as he walks to the fridge and slips a beer under his shirt. When he takes a look at the calendar, he feels sick. Absolutely, ing sick.

Kai sits on his bed and pulls the beer out. He uses an extra lighter from his drawer to pop the lid off, taking a swig as he answers his ringing phone.

"Haha! You got busted!" Taemin taunts.

"And you hid like a ." Kai retorts.

"Why run when I can see your get caught?”

"Whatever- it was funny anyway."

"Yeah, classic!"

"That's what I said," Kai chuckles, then shakes his head. Taemin had been there when Kai got caught but he just watched from his dark spot in the alley, laughing his off. There's a short silence as he drinks.

"I saw Krystal today."

Kai shallows hard. "I don't care."

"Don't you?" Taemin sounded doubtful. "She asked about you."

"Whatever- her." Kai grabs a cigarette from his secret stash and opens his window. He lets out a sigh as he leans against the wall, staring out into the cold, night air.

"Says the .”

Kai snorts. "Shut up, idiot." When he hears someone humming outside, he looks around for the source. He watches as a boy walks with his bike, his blonde hair like a beacon. Kai sniffs, then exhales smoke. "in’ loser.”

"Who?" Taemin asks defensively.

"This kid outside my house- he's some high school student who decided to dye his hair blonde."

"Is he cute?”

"What?" Kai takes a closer look at the kid's face. The boy stopped all of a sudden and searches through his bag. He sighs and takes out a pair of glasses sliding them on.

"So? Is he cute?"

"God, this kid is a nerd- thick-rimmed glasses with a lame blue hoodie," Kai smirks and sets his beer down. "Hey kid!" he shouts, getting the boy’s attention. He stops and looks up at Kai. "Nice glasses, numbnuts!" Kai laughs and exhales as he does so. The boy smiles and continues to walk, ignoring him completely and seeming unfazed. Crossing his arms, Kai smashes his cigarette on the window sill and tosses it out the window. "Yeah," he admits. "I guess."

"Really?"

"I'm not gay."

"How do you know?"

Kai ignores that. "You'd like him." Taemin is into blondes, but not the small, skinny type. He likes more into blonde, tan, muscular men; sort of like his long-time boyfriend—the dude’s so built, Kai swears he has abs shooting from his . "So how's your boy toy?" Kai pauses. " Oh, I'm sorry- I meant Jonghyun."