School. What could be worse than that place? Wooin hated it. He hated the people there, the schooling, and the "responsibilities" that were forced upon him. His father had forced him to study since he was a child, and even if the boy was talented, he did not express any pleasure from this activity.

Cycling was abandoned by Wooin at a certain point. The injury, Hyuk departure, these events affected him and that is why now he did nothing. Except for studying, of course. His father said that "if you are not destined to be an athlete, then study." If Wooin could then he would have expressed all his dissatisfaction about this, but most likely he would have gotten a golf club in the face, so he decided to remain silent.

But he did not stay away from there either. He liked to tease, to say something so nasty that it could only come out of his mouth. Wooin thought that if people did this to him before, then so could he. And he got a reaction. Wooin loved being looked at, loved the reaction to his personality. He craved the emotions that he hadn't gotten from his father all these years. And he was getting them. The boy had been punched in the face more than once.

And today was no exception. You were the student council president and you were tired of seeing the boy's face in front of you after every fight. That satisfied grin, that shirt stained with blood that didn't belong to him. But this time you threatened him that you would tell his father about it. You had never seen Wooin's face so sullen.

"I'd rather get beat up here a second time. Don't tell my father." or he'll beat me up himself. but he didn't say that.