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Maths is never an interesting subject, even if you score a legit 100 in it. And specifically when you have an old, grumpy, annoying teacher solving horrible integrations on the board. Integral Fucking Calculus. This was what Hongjoong hated the most [and your author too]. So, naturally, his thoughts were at their independence, scurrying away somewhere else, and his eyes...Oh boy! His eyes were completely fixed on the Greek God beside him.

Not only his, but many eyes were patiently rested upon him.

Hongjoong couldn't understand why this so called 'Park' was behaving so differently at school. Probably his first day? Or perhaps he hates school? He still didn't understand why the boy hadn't revealed his original name because Hongjoong knew well, 'Park' cannot be someone's name. He had also noticed that the raven haired had not talked to anyone since the first class, other than scaring the living shit out of the people with his arrogance or the horrible scowl if anyone approached him or other than calling Hongjoong 'pretty boy'. Even though Hongjoong couldn't understand, he preferred not to interfere. He's not a bad guy after all.

The maths teacher had given them some problems to solve, and Hongjoong knew his half brother very well. Being the competitive ass he was, Wooyoung was definitely going to finish all the sums first and hand it over to the teacher, being the teacher's pet he always was. And Hongjoong didn't want him to win. He would let anyone win but his brother. So he quickly grabbed his pen and started solving the problems, even though he absolutely hated Maths.

In his hurry, Hongjoong had accidentally knocked his own pencil box, which immediately crashed on the classroom floor, creating a loud clatter in the pin-drop silence classroom. Fuck Gravity! Students around were a little annoyed, but soon went back to their work. But Hongjoong...

Half of his belongings had rolled over to Park's side under his desk, and Hongjoong, in his wildest dreams, had no desire to disturb the lion, who was currently on his phone under the school desk.

But he had to get them back, otherwise how on Earth will he write?

"Er...P-Park?"

No reply.

Hongjoong tried again.

"Park?"

No reply.

"P-Park?"

"What?"

That low, deep voice sent shivers cascading down Hongjoong's spine. As his caramel brown eyes met those sharp green ones, Hongjoong gulped. They looked angry, and he knew well, wrath and the color green together never showed positivity. Hongjoong trembled on his seat, his vision blocked by the moisture in his eyes.

"What do you need?" Park growled low from beside him.

"Y-You...m-my th-things...on...y-your fl-floor..."

Hongjoong stuttered, completely clueless of what the predator beside him would do next, but before he could think, all his belongings which were previously scattered on the floor were back on his table.

"Let me warn you, 'pretty boy'. Do not disturb me from the next time," Park smirked at him.

"Y-Yes yes. S-Sorry...I-I...d-di-"

"Mr. Kim and Mr. Park, any problem there?"

All eyes were on them.

Oh shit! No.

"I see neither of you have any patience or attention in my class," the maths teacher scolded, not knowing that Park was a new student or rather who he actually was, "You both have being gossiping for a long time. I've been noticing but I didn't say anything. Mind sharing it with the class?"

Park's blood was boiling, his fists clenched on the desk and judging by his facial expression, Hongjoong knew he was really unhappy. "You know what, Sir," he spoke with a smirk and a little slur, as everyone around him gasped at whatever he was saying, "It would be better if you minded your little business instead of interfering in ours. It would be better that way."

"Park!" Hongjoong whispered in disbelief.

"Perhaps your job will last longer if you don't-"

Before he could complete his sentence, a soft, warm hand was placed over his own big, rough ones. Hongjoong was looking at him with his big doe eyes, glossy with tears, as he frantically shook his head, indicating him to stop. Park was so angry that he felt like choking the teacher right then and there. After all, the entire school was his property. But, something in him told him to stop. Maybe...This little shit!

"I-I'm s-sorry Mr. Lee," Hongjoong stood up and did several 90° bow to the teacher, much to the other's annoyance, "I'm sorry for creating disturbance in your class and for P-Park's rudeness, I-I'm ready to take any punishment you give. But p-plese don't punish him."

Park's expression suddenly changed and stared at Hongjoong in utter disbelief, and so did the others. What the fuck is he saying? He couldn't believe it himself. But what is it to him? He slumped back on his seat and smirked. Hongjoong dying and not dying didn't matter to him at all, did it?

"Detention, both of you," the teacher's voice thundered within the classroom, "I can still tolerate a little bit of disturbance, but definitely not Mr. Park's rude beh-"

"You don't know who I-" And this time, his mouth was immediately shut by Hongjoong's soft little palm tightly on his lips. Shut it! Hongjoong's facial expression said it all, and Park couldn't help but smirk at how adorable the blue haired boy looked, just like a stressed duckling. Wonder how he'll look under me-

The bell rang and the teacher left. It as English class, and much to Hongjoong's surprise, Park got up from his seat, and looked like he wouldn't attend this class. Hongjoong couldn't help but worry.

"Wh-Where are you g-going?" he asked hesitantly, quickly expecting a rude retort.

"It's not your problem, Duckling," scoffed Park, looking at Hongjoong with an amused smirk, "Enjoy your classes."

And then he left.

Hongjoong was still in a daze after whatever happened in the Maths class. He truly couldn't process his own thoughts. Just the first day of the mysterious lad in his school, and it was already too much for him. Who the fuck is he? He owns this fucking school? He can fire a teacher? Is he really serious? Wait..is he from some...Mafia background or something? No! No! But...it can be...Wait...why did he call be a Duckling? Am I a Duckling? Do I look like one? Huh! That guy...

And then he remembered...

"Shit I forgot to ask him about his wounds." He blurted out as he threw his hands over his head, clutching his hairs in distress.

"Ask who?"

"Ask- Yohhh! WHAT THE FUCK!Wooyoung, don't scare me like that. A-Ask n-no one...n-no one...Now Shoo! Shoo! Before the teacher-"

"Good Morning Class!"

***

Hongjoong was quietly walking down the empty corridor, head hung low in thoughts. He was going to his locker to get some of his books. He had just twisted the key and put his hand on his books, when suddenly, his locker was slammed shut and the next thing he knew was, he was being rudely pushed against the locker.

"Hey little fag!"

Hongjoong couldn't look at them, as he hung his head as low as possible. An everyday routine, five lions against one tiny mouse. Hongjoong never understood, why, literally why, out of so many students in the entire school, was he the only one to be bullied regularly. Yes! He's gay. But what's there to bully a person about being gay? It's just the gender difference and the way you fuck. No big deal, is it? Isn't it just similar to fucking girls? You just put your dick inside an asshole instead of a pussy-

"Whatcha thinking, faggot?"

A strong kick on his knees made Hongjoong whimper and collapse on the floor on his palm, his knees burning. Blue strands of hair littered his forehead and he had no time to push them off. History class would begin within five minutes, and here he was, being the bullies' punch bag. Not even bullies...just a bunch of horrendous teens with the mindset of a three year old.

"Oohhh. Look at him...." sneered one of them, "Right in front of your dick. Why don't you let that needy bitch suck it off?"

"He'll gladly do that, hahaha," another laughed.

The burly guy standing in front of a crouching Hongjoong looked at him with an evil smirk. He then bent down, grabbed Hongjoong by the jaw and yanked him to look straight into his eyes.

"Do you wanna try, babydoll? Let's see what a show you can give."

Think of something to say, Joong. You can't back off like everyday and let them bully you.

"I-I'm sorry," Hongjoong mumbled, looking up at the guy through his hair strands, "I don't suck dicks that have a size of a tiny carrot."

Shit! Shit! Shit! What did you say, Joong?

The boy glared at him, as he forcefully held Hongjoong's throat, and tried to choke him.

"What did you say, fag?" he growled.

"I-" Hongjoong was currently regretting his actions.

"C'mon boys, let's show this little slut his-"

"Not as long as I'm here."

The boys turned around to see who it was. Even Hongjoong couldn't recognize the foreign voice. But he was very curious. No one goes against these five. No even do they try to say anything to them, leave alone saving their victims. Then...who is this person, trying to go against them to...save me?

And that was when Hongjoong saw...

Right in front of him, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers, in his dishevelled school uniform and unkempt hair, Park was looking at the scene with an expressionless face.

How did he get here? He looks horrible. Wait...did he fuck-NO!

He was looking at the bullies as if they were some dirty rats out of their holes and he could easily kill them with one stomp under his foot. His eyes then fell on Hongjoong, and he quickly scanned him to see any signs of pain or injury. But Hongjoong thought he was just- seeing him.

"Oohhh. Hello new boy. Welcome!" One of the bullies spoke, as he drew near Seonghwa and casually put an arm round his shoulder.

"He's new, isn't he? So he's not familiar to the rules."

"Aahh..." the bully spoke, "Don't worry, handsome guy. This bitch here isn't worth saving, you know. He's just a fag who has volunteered to be our punch bag and our little hoe-"

"No-" Hongjoong gasped, not believing what he was hearing, "P-Park n-noo...they're-they're ly-lying...."

"Aww. Stop it little one," the bully glared at him, "You know what will happen if you speak, don't you? Little slut, why don't you give Mr. Handsome a good blo-"

"Stay away from him."

The bullies looked at the owner of the voice in unison, as he flicked the burnt out cigarette out of the window, and faced them, his face looking dark and very very scary. At first, the bullies, even Hongjoong, was a little confused. But then, the boys burst out in laughter.

"Ooohhh," someone jeered, "So our new Mr. Handsome is also a fag like this bitch, huh? C'mon boys, let's show Mr. Hand-"

Crack!

Before the bully could land a single blow upon him, he had already held his hand and had twisted it around, and the audible crack was perhaps one of his hand bones snapping. Surprisingly, he did all of this just by standing against the wall with a casual smirk.

"F-Fuck off! H-Help me," the bully croaked as the grip on his hand became tighter and tighter, scaring the other four 'lions' there, who didn't even dare to edge closer to the 'new boy'. Park didn't let him go, until the bully was almost in tears.

"Apologize."

"S-sorry...s-sorry..."

"To him."

"S-sorry...fa-Hongjoong...ahhhghhh...."

The raven haired student caught hold of the boy's tie and yanked him towards himself, smirking hard, "If I ever see you or your little friends around him, I'll never hesitate to break all the two hundred and six bones in each of your bodies. He is mine and do not dare to mess with what's mine! You fucking don't know who I am."

The bullies nodded their heads in unison, too scared to even utter a word. As soon as he let go of him, they scurried away from that place.

"Fucking mice," Park spat as he drew closer to Hongjoong, who was still on the floor.

"You...are you okay?" He asked, trying to be gentle but also keeping up his harsh personality.

"Y-yes....uhh d-don't worry. I-I'm okay. It's just a regular thing so yeah..."

Why did he say I was his? Huh? He doesn't own me! Pfft...

Hongjoong looked up, only to see a pair of green eyes staring at him, almost kindly, even though they looked really scary.

Everyday? Duckling gets bullied everyday? What the fuck? And I don't know-And the what the fuck is it to me? I don't even care. He can just go and die. He's not my wife-

"Hey hey let's go. We'll miss History," Hongjoong quickly got up from the floor, dusted his uniform and, without a warning, grabbed Seonghwa's wrist.

"Hong-"

"C'mon Mr. Handsome. Lessgo!"

The boy was sure that his heart was beating really really fast. He didn't want to accept it, never. But that soft hand curled securely on his rough wrist made him feel something, something very weird deep down him that he had never ever felt before. Nah! It's just I've never held anybody's hand before. He's just a little shitty Duckling. It's nothing, just nothing.

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For the ones who don't know Park [Seonghwa] and Hongjoong:
[I did change their features like eye color hair color and stuff for the story!]

PARK [SEONGHWA]

KIM HONGJOONG

SEONGJOONG

[SEONGHWA X HONGJOONG]