Yoo Youngjae was smart and cute since he was a child. He was a son of a quite weathy family. With a bright intelligence, he always received a lot of compliment from adult and was a good example in his friends’s eyes [in study]. His life was comfortable in a smoothy flow, a warm family and a bright future. At least until his family have to move along to his mother’s business and he was about to join the first year of secondary school. Actually he had no complain overall – being loved by most teachers for same education with senior, he even received nickname “little genius”, new friends totally admired him, his new house located in a very good position in a large street, his mother continued her business in city… Everything was perfect.

But one thing making Youngjae wonder was him.

Right from the first day of school, his good impression about Daehyun shattered like a weak sand castle ruined by a football (don’t question, that was the very first impression). The brunette watched him, legs on the desk, hands hugging the back of his head, cocky face and annoying smirk.

“Piggie no need study. You only spoil the books.”

Then the everyone laughed. He had never been offended that much. Uhm, he was just a bit chubby, his cheeks were a bit puffy and his stomach was a bit baby-fat.. But it wasn’t worth anyway. How embarrased ! A second losing control with hatred flame, he grabbed a notebook in the desk nearby then aimed direct to Daehyun’s face. The brunette lost his balance and felt out of the chair. A louder laugh erupted.

“You …” Daehyun immidiately stood up and scrunched his face.

“You deserve it” Youngjae smirked “You think your better than me ?”

Uproars of “Ooh” burst through the whole class. Jung Daehyun, the famous boy everybody know, was just pissed off by a younger kid ?

“Shh … good job boy. I bet your definitely unable to run a round of this shool yard” Daehyun replied.

Another laughter went on until the teacher came back and restabilized the class. Youngjae shot Daehyun a sharp glare.

“Remember that”

“I always remember what I said, piggie” smirked Daehyun.

It seemed like everyday since that ‘destined’ meeting, those two classmate constanly spotted planing and performing their ‘revenge-mission’ non-stop. Everything became worse when Youngjae got the highest point or Daehyun was chosen to be a captain of school basketball team or represented for the whole school. They claimed their achievements, not to show off with friends or teachers but to provoke the other. Childish games slowly turned reckless. They explored their weakness quickly then attacked right there. Luckily they hadn’t reached the level of fighting to collapse with a bat.. although sometimes they were going to use that. When Daehyun saw Youngjae, or Youngjae met Daehyun, whenever, wherever, with no reason, with a radius of 60 meters from their position, it would become their battle field. Sometimes other people wondered,  why they fighting allday but always kept the perfect points – to Youngjae, or maintained winning in every basketball tournament – to Daehyun. “They want the other’s attention in some special ways” said Junhong.

Or that was the reason why they remained immature…

~000~  

“Bastard thick-lipped Jung Daehyun … dammit … dammit …“ Mumbled Youngjae as he tried his best to rub off bubble gum that sticked tightly under his bag.

Junhong showed his cold face “I can’t understand you, hyung. How smart you are, thinking one of a kind you are, but ended up falling for simple trap like gum on the chair”

“Who knows !!”

“Because your mind is always occupied by him”

“What do you mean ?”

“Never think of it, don’t you ?” Junhong rested his hand on his chin “24 hours a day, you take 23 hours mention Daehyun’s name. 7 days a week, you use entire 7 days to plan revenge on him. 365 days a year, at least 360 you spend on searching Daehyun’s secrets for revenge !” argued Junhong.

“If you guys forget, so does Daehyun hyung” said Jongup honestly.

“Any problem ? He needs to be punished !” Youngjae threw his ruler he had just used to remove bubble gum onto the table.

“Hyung you don’t think about me ~” pouted Junhong.

“…”

“You have nothing for me to worry about. You’re smart as me, always complete homework without need for held, you can arrange your schedule yourself, even teacher asked you for help, anything left for me ?” Youngjae raised an eyebrow.

“You … you’re heartless” Junhong faked sobbing, copied some romance films on TV and his face … very expressing.

“Haha, you guys are so funny” said Jongup amused. Youngjae turned around and shot him a glare.

“You judge me ?”

“Ya hyung, it’s a compliment ! Right, Jongup hyung ?” said Junhong.

“Yeah, of course” Youngjae replied coldly “But I don’t believe that Jung brothers don’t have the same thought, Jung Jongup”

“… What thought ?”

“…”

“Hyung … stop rambling, It’s between you and Daehyun hyung, Jongup hyung is not relevant”

“Yah, they could be allies. Who knows if he helped that bastard or not”

“I’m out of your childish games”  Jongup laughed.

“Yah. You should. I’m gotta go have my revenge done” Youngjae huffed before storming out into the cafeteria. About tenth step, he received a basketball to the back.

“ACK”

“Piggie, full enough ?” That obnoxious voice echoed natrurally.

“Jung Daehyun”

~000~

Youngjae had no idea why he disliked Daehyun, hated him, detested like cat and dog, hated that he just want to punch on his face right the first second he saw him, slap away his infamous smirk always on his thick lips like about to explode, punch him till darken his big eyes with challenging gaze … he couldn’t help but hate him. He tried, tried hard, tried to show himself as a mighty person in front of everyone and it was a success but Daehyun. Before him, his great personality seemed to disappear immidiately. To be more exact, he couldn’t keep himself to be serious more than 5 seconds in front of Daehyun. He admitted he was envy with the brunette’s skills on basketball or whatever other sports. Whenever he touched the ball, it would somehow fly reflex direct to his head. When he stepped on the skateboard, his would gain a great sore for 3 days after. When he held the baseball bat … it would hit back against his face. He was able to complete all his school subjects with high record perfectly but physical education. His scores on this subject were just enough for him to pass. Just enough to pass. Only that enough to annoy him whenever he took a look at his transcripts. Another reason was that, physical education teachers could give him a favor because he couldn’t make a hard move like other students although he never asked for it, asked for mark-raising.

Yeah … Yoo Youngjae was physically weak. He fainted once when he failed to dodge a ball flying toward him in time in dodge ball game - just last year, not a long time ago. After that incident, he realised something that was very dangerous … it seemed like he was too obssessed by Jung Daehyun. Because right at the moment before he closed his eyes, lost consciousness totally, he still saw Jung Daehyun’s face, but there was no smirk. There were furrowed eyebrows and terrifying eyes … from the bottom of his memory, he heard a glimpse of his name called by the brunette in a strange tone.

Youngjae tried to erase that image. The day after, Daehyun acted like nothing happened. It meant by a fake spider in Youngjae’s locker. He hated spider. Right. It was just his hallucination.

“Ugh … how filthy …“ mumbled Youngjae. Where did that bastard find sewage water from ?? Today his class was dismissed sooner than Junhong’s so he walked home alone. Dropping his backpack beside the bed, he took off his uniform shirt stinking with sewage smell – although he washed nearly entire day already as an extremely clean person he was – before throwing it into the dirty clothing socket then threw himself onto the bed.

Youngjae sighed. It would be a lie if said that he never thought about his mother’s and Junhong’s words. He can’t help but hate him. If hating him was a nature … Yes. Fighting with Daehyun was tired. He was thinking … only this year, he would join university and get rid of Daehyun. No more bother him about having something put into his bag, locker or shoes, he would have his own way and totally  separate him to the rest of his life. His life would be perfect again as it was before.Thinking about it, Youngjae smiled, stood up and went for a bath.

Only this year left. Yoo Youngjae, hwaiting !!

~000~

“Junhong !! Junhong ah !!”

“Jongup hyung, what’s wrong ?"

"There will be a new student transfering to our school” Jongup said excitedly. He love to befriend with new students – all those three arriving school yesterday became his friends already.

“Oh ? Why didn’t this person appear yesterday ?”

“I don’t know, too … They aren’t in the same way may be” he smiled.

“So where is the string referring ?” chuckled Junhong.

 “First year ?”

“No, not in the same with you” Jongup pouted thoughfully. When Junhong was about to responsed, Himchan stepped in.

“Hi babies ~ What’s up ?”

“I’m not a baby hyung. I’m in high school now” Junhong glared at Himchan.

“Haha You just don’t want to be seen as a child” Himchan then pinched his cheeks “But you’re still cute to me ~”

“Yah”

“Excuse me…” the conversation was again interrupted, this time by a extremely deep low voice that made all of them jump a bit “Where is the principal office ?”

Standing there was a tall figure, dark brown hair which had a same colour with his small eyes, thick lips. He was wearing a V-neck T-shirt which exposed a bit of his toned attractive chest. This tightly-hugging shirt screamed his firm arms and abs–

Stop. Remind that they are Himchan’s thoughts..

“Ah- that.. that way. Let me show you !” Himchan said as he smiled brightly at the new guy.

“Thank you very much” He also smiled in response, a cute gummy smile and small eyes made he look much more friendly than his first scary mysterious appearance. “I’m Bang Yongguk” Yongguk said as he held out his hand. Bang Yongguk… such a beautiful name, sounds so powerful.

Yup. Remind once more that they are still in Himchan’s mind. And if you’re there, you can hear something crashed.

“Him.. Himchan. Kim Himchan” stuttered Himchan as he held Yongguk’s hand. Junhong and Jongup exchanged understanding look then gigled “Crushed”

“Yongguk hyung ?”

Everyone turned their head toward the voice's direction. It’s Daehyun.

“What are you doing here ?”

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