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❈Kun Jung-Hee

??? , Cluoshire
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The hairs on the back of my neck stood on the edge and my stomach plummeted.

'I need to get away'

My body was already trying to escape, the fear conditioning it so.

"Whoa, you look like you've seen a ghost, hermano?" 

Ryan was still fucking talking.

A smile on his face didn't look maliciously in nature but with him, it was always a toss-up. My eyes never strayed from Blackwood and his never from mine. I could see the slow recognition forming on his face and I didn't want any of it.

"Why are you here?" I bit out my words.

My anger was noted by the way Ryan's grin grew, Jame's expression took on a colder look, and lastly Blackwood. He looks like he was getting Christmas early. 

'Don't be fucking stupid Jung-Hee. He wants a fight, just fucking run!'

"Oh man, you are pent up my friend." Ryan said with a laugh.

"Ryan..."

"Okay okay, don't be so prickly Jesus. The Pit has been moved to here."

All words suddenly lost meaning as a white noise seems to buzz in. The Pit as we all call it is the fight area where I used to be. At the time, I was desperate, stupid, and out of options. Originally my family was moderately funded, we didn't have a lot but it was a good life. That was until my father left one evening to purchase a pack of cigarettes and never fucking came back. But he did leave us the parting gift of extreme and crippling debt, so thanks for that. 

You see dear old Dad had a gambling problem, something of which growing up I knew about, but never imagines how bad it got. The twin has just been born around the time he left, so everything slipped downhill from there pretty quickly. We had to sell the house to pay off a good portion of the debt, we moved downtown to that shitty apartment in hopes it would help. And then my mother got sick, deathly sick. I had been working my ass off, doing what I could while taking care of twins and getting my mother good hospital care. And as everyone knows hospitals are expensive. Jae-Yun was too young at the time to help out, she took care of twins when I couldn't and helped around the house. And I refused to let her, she wanted to become a doctor. And I would be damned if that didn't happen.

So I worked, and worked, and worked until it felt like I was being suffocated. Rachel's mother at the time was also sick, and I didn't want her to worry so I cut her off. It seemed like a good idea at the time but clearly, I was wrong.

It was during a particularly low point that I met the brothers and made the biggest mistake of my life. I joined the Pit that day, with no regrets at the time. The brothers knew from school that I was ...strong. Being a smaller build and having a delicate appearance tends to make people think I was an easy game. This only got worst when we moved and I transferred schools. At the time, I was so angry that I would start a fight just for the hell of it. It wasn't until my mother got sick that I finally decided to drop out. There was no point and too much at home to do. It was in my new school that I first met the brothers, same grade and still that same air of arrogance. It still brings a smile to my face at remembering knocking Ryan down on his ass after one of his more colorful taunts to me.

'And look at us now..'

I finally tune back into Ryan rambling on and on able everything that been happening in the Pit like I give a flying fuck.

"And I-"

"I honestly don't give a shit. Are we done?" I puncture every word in a hiss.

And if my mouth doesn't get me killed tonight, it will be a miracle. Ryan didn't even mind my rude response, laughing loudly like I told the funniest joke.

"Okay okay, mi amigo. We'll be seeing you right?" He voiced it as an innocent question.

But I know Ryan long enough to know, nothing out of his mouth is innocent or friendly.

".....Maybe"

A weak answer but seem to satisfy him. He just walked past, giving me a friendly shoulder pat. His brother follows silently after, a single glare my way but that was all. But Blackwood stayed for a bit, staring down at me like I was an interesting toy. All of my survival instinct was telling me to run and I wanted to but I just couldn't. It felt like the moment I broke my gaze, he was going to attack and I had to be ready. I had to be-

"Yo, Zac you coming or what man?"

Ryan almost scared me out of my skin. Blackwood says nothing but he does start to walk towards them which was behind me. Every step felt like I was prey just waiting to be murdered. When he finally passed by relieved I started to move. However, the was short-lived at the feel of icy cold hands on the back of my neck. My head snapped in his direction, he was just off to my left, staring intensely at my face. His hand was cold as they slowly ran down my neck and then suddenly towards my hair. He seemed fascinated with my hair which I had pulled up before but he quickly dealt with that. My hair curtain my face fortunately so he couldn't see my extreme panic.

'Don't move, he could easily snap your neck, just don't fucking move.'

Zac just feels the length of my hair in the most unnerving manner.

"I like your long hair. Keep it." Was all he said, his voice was just as deep as I remember.

He then suddenly dropped my hair and then continued onward. And soon all three disappeared. It was then as if the air that had been previously being sucked away has returned in full force as I slumped against the building I was closest to.

'He's gonna kill me.'

When Zac "likes" something it usually ends up broken beyond repair or dead, no in-betweens. He had already had his interest peaked when we first fought. I may have lost but I gave as good as I got and that challenged him. I was an idiot and for once and in only this instance should have listened to Ryan that day and forfeited the match. My breath soon began to normalize and it didn't feel like my lung was trying to commit suicide. I stumbled my way home, still slightly shaky but better.

The house was quiet, for the most part, I could smell the lovely smell of fresh food. But it was a lot later than I thought.

"Jung-Hee where did you go? You've been gone for 2 hours!" Mom said as she walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing her just instantly put everything back in place. I slowly walked forwards and hugged her. She was surprised, I'm not usually the hugging type except with the twins.

"Dear what wrong?" She asks.

I just shake my head.

"Well, if you hungry I made your favorite!"

I look over the table and see the dish of bulgogi. She really went all out for this one and the smell was making my mouth water.

"Thanks, mom."

She just smiles softly and motions me to the table. While I ate, she talks about her week, today, anything, and everything. A smile on her face which I haven't seen as bright in years.

'Remember Jung-Hee. This is everything for you. Nothing else matters.'

As I sat there listening to her, I knew from that very moment what I had to do.