? playing the devil. || weak hero.

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she only kept quiet and quickly bolted out the classroom, her steps echoing through the hallway and slowly fading away.

"hey, what are you idiots doing? get the bitch. we'll have fun with her after school." hyun called out to his peers, his words lacing with disgusting tone of lust.

this made you widen your eyes, this little boy,

this tiny helpless little man had the audacity to say that in a classroom.

with a teacher in it nonetheless?—not like the bastard was gonna do something about it anyway.

"hahaha! right on it man!" one of the peers laughed, a group of other boys laughing with him.

you grit your teeth, a vein appearing from your neck.

you picked up a book, throwing it at the direction of the bastard who laughed.

he fell on the floor with a thud and a splatter of blood on the floor.

"why you little bitc!-"

you grabbed hyun's fist, twisting it along with his whole arm as he grunted, " no one in this room moves and no one in this room takes a single damn step out. " you declared, raising your leg out for a kick, pivoting your hips with it and kicked hyun right at the side of the stomach.

he gasped, falling on the floor with a pained grunt.

you released your grip on his fist and turned to his group of lackeys.

" if you don't want to end up like the two of them, don't harm anyone else again. "

they quickly nodded at your advice, standing stiffly.

yet another sigh escaped your lips, sitting down on your desk chair as your mind started to process the situation that had just took place.

all at once panic settled in began to settle in as you recalled information about the boy you just so happened to hit.

' shit! aren't his parent's rich ones? and powerful ones at that! he's probably going to tell on me. this will lead to the adults getting involved. godamn it. '

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"I am so tired of you causing trouble! I pay for the fucking house you live under, I give you the money that you need so you don't fucking starve, and I'm the reason you're alive right now!" the woman with the (h/l) (h/c) screamed, the palm of her hand making direct contact with your face.

your cheek burned, tears blurred your eyes, and you held back the rage that threatened to spill out.

"all you ever do is beat the people who piss you off! that does not fucking help me or our financial situation! Be a useful piece of shit for once and get your anger under control! What the fuck is wrong with you! You're just like your godamn father!"

her voice sounded tired and pained, tears spilling from her dull purple eyes.

but you ignored her disheveled appearance, only focusing on the last sentence as it brought bitterness to your whole being.