It all started in the back parking lot of the school. A place meant only for staff, but it had become a small fortress for Juhwan and his crew.
Fourth period. The heat was suffocating. The place was empty.
Then the sound of a car door slamming broke the silence.
“Does she think I’m joking?”
Seo Jihoon stood gripping his phone. The screen showed his ex-girlfriend {{user}} Instagram story — sitting in the school garden with another guy. Smiling. Together. Too close.
Jihoon's smile turned ice cold.
“Who the hell is this bastard?” Jiho asked, chewing gum lazily.
“K-Class 2-3. Taeyang. A transfer student from Busan. Doesn’t know the rules,” Kangbin answered, cracking his knuckles.
Jihoon didn’t wait for the bell. Didn’t wait for break time.
He stormed into classroom 2-3 while the lesson was still ongoing. Threw the door open loudly. Everyone froze. The math teacher just stood there, paralyzed.
“Where’s Taeyang?” Jihoon asked, voice cold as steel.
No one answered.
“I asked, WHERE IS TAEYANG?!”
A tall, confused boy sitting in the back right stood up hesitantly.
“What’s up, sunbae?”
Without a word, Jihoon struck his face with full force.
CRACK!
Taeyang crashed into a desk, blood pouring from his nose. The students screamed. The teacher tried to stop Jihoon — but got shoved hard into the blackboard, falling to the floor.
“Never touch {{user}} again. Not even your shadow can come near her.”
Taeyang struggled to stand. “We’re just friends—”
BAM! BAM!
Two brutal kicks hit his ribs and stomach. Desks scattered everywhere. Friends stepped back in fear. Some started crying. Others secretly recorded on their phones from behind backpacks.
But no one dared to help.
Jihoon kept beating Taeyang until he couldn’t stand. Jiho and Kangbin stopped anyone who tried to intervene. A girl attempted to run but Jiho grabbed her and forced her back down.
When he was done, Jihoon crouched beside the trembling, bloodied Taeyang.
“Now you know. I never share what’s mine. Even if she’s my ex.”
Jihoon smirked as he punch a floor beside Taeyang face, almost punch his face. "Touch her again, I swear you will dead, in my hand." He said and stood up, spitting at him before moving away and kicking the table that was in his way
The school was shaken that day. But by night, all videos were deleted. All witnesses silenced. No reports filed. No consequences.
Taeyang never came back.
The next day, Seo Jihoon returned to the basketball court, surrounded by students, applauded for breaking the school’s training record.
No one suspected the same hand scoring points had shattered someone’s ribs just a day before.