"Thanks for informing me, Tae-wan. Kim Nam-yi is going to be in a lot of trouble for this." Mr. Lee said, the teacher also the best teacher on the planet, in Park Tae-wan's opinion.
Tae-wan had told about what Nam-yi did to Chon Song-ju, but there was no Witness Protection Program coming to protect the boy from a certain female bully.
That was the truth.
It was a truth that made Tae-wan's stomach sink while he stood in front of his teacher in the classroom on that spring day.
Later, Tae-wan sat near a basketball court, still on Gong High School's grounds.
Break time.
Tae-wan's white earbuds delivered pop music into his ears while black ants crawled on the basketball court's green surface, their bodies glowing under the sun's warm light.
Tae-wan emitted an sigh.
Warm wind brushed against his clothes, his skin.
He trained his eyes on Song-ju, who took steps two feet from the school's main building, her thumbs tapping against her cellphone's screen.
Tae-wan pulled his earbuds from his ears, so he could bring more attention to Song-ju.
The eighteen-year old student had the longing to hold the girl's warm hand while they took steps through a tunnel lit with dim lights together.
Someone who wasn't Tae-wan might have viewed it as an lame fantasy, like his twin sister would.
"But I know love isn't lame." Tae-wan said.
The boy had to believe Song-ju would share a bed with him someday. If he doubted it would happen, he would be have the longing to jump off a skyscraper, which is what two friends he had did two years ago.
While seated on that bench near his school, Tae-wan brought his two dead friends into his mind.
He kept his eyes on the walking Song-ju, moved his cellphone and earbuds into his pocket without training his eyes on them, the lust-filled multi-tasker.
A short-sleeved, white dress shirt blocked Tae-wan's view, the clothing covering some of Kim Nam-yi.
Nam-yi gave Tae-wan a friendly wave and a smile, as if they were not two people who would stab the other to death if given the opportunity.
Amusing, how parents dish out children who would meet other people they would have the longing to kill.
Tae-wan gritted his teeth before saying, "And what do you want?"
Nam-yi did not stop smiling. She didn't cross her arms.
Tae-wan had the desire to shake his head in disgust as he continued being aware Nam-yi must have warm excitement flowing through her body.
An excited enemy never fails at being bad news.
Nam-yi sat next to Tae-wan, brought her arm around his shoulders.
The urge to slam his fist into Nam-yi's face poured into Tae-wan's body.
"What are you? Confident and domineering now, because you got me in trouble?" Nam-yi said.
Tae-wan narrowed his eyes.
"It's just because I know trouble makers never know when to stop being dumb asses." Tae-wan said, hoping his words hurt Nam-yi as much as poachers hurt animal lovers' feelings.
Nam-yi nodded, as if she had zero problems with Tae-wan.
"Okay. Let's about Tae-hee. You made me get into trouble. So, I let your dear sister get into trouble." Nam-yi said, her arm against Tae-wan.
Tae-wan trembled, stood.
"What do you mean by that?! Where is she?!" Tae-wan said, warm rage filling each word. Nam-yi trained her eyes on the furious boy's shaking fists. "If you hurt her, I promise I'll kill you today."
Nam-yi smiled, not fazed.
She stood, moved to Tae-wan's side, placed her right hand into the boy's right pants pocket.
"I'll take you to her," she said.
After Nam-yi led him to a isolated spot near a field composed of green grass blades and yellow flowers, Tae-wan trained his eyes on his eighteen-year old twin sister named Tae-hee, who had Yi-na and Myung-ho holding her slim arms.
"Don't go to her." Nam-yi said to Tae-wan, whose body kept radiating warm rage.
The five eighteen-year old, South Korean high school students remained.
If the universe allowed him to do it with zero consequences, Tae-wan would slit Nam-yi's throat.
But the truth was the two girls gripping Tae-hee's arms were girls who would die for Nam-yi.
Nam-yi herself was as much a problem as human-eating squirrels, if such a thing existed.
"You fucking bitches. I'm going to all three of you apart!" Tae-wan said, but he made no move to tear the three bitches apart.
The girl's hand in his pocket met his soft cock.
"Calm down." Nam-yi said.
Tae-wan stopped gritting his teeth.
A girl's hand on your penis, no matter what if you hate her or not, equals a rage extinguisher.
Tae-wan released an trembling breath that wasn't from rage.
His cock hardened.
Yi-na and Myung-ho laughed behind their hands.
Yi-na said, "Hey. You ruined your whole life by snitching."
Tae-wan furrowed his eyebrows.
"Better leave Seoul by tomorrow." Myung-ho said. "Leave South Korea, actually."
Tae-wan shook his head, as if the action would make the three bullies cease to exist.
He trained his eyes on Tae-hee, who averted hee gaze to the sun-bathed ground.
Tae-wan would rather tread water in a small pool with a dead cat than see his sister depressed.
The hand in Tae-wan's pocket gave the cock a short, quick stroke, Nam-yi reminding Tae-wan she still has power over him.
"I'm going to fucking kill you." Tae-wan said, his voice trembling from rage and lust.
Part of him longed to slam Nam-yi against a tree before using his cock to make himself shoot cum into her pussy.