Band-aid ring ||HaJeongwoo||??

One fine day, Haruto begin his boring daily life by attending classes without Jaehyuk's company. Sure he feel lonely with no friend around him but wasn't in need of friend either.

Causally fished out his phone while entering elevator and pressed 3rd floor button before get his fully attention on the screen, good thing he was alone riding it.

But in the middle of the door was about to close, two males stop a hand between it making the door to open right away. Haruto didn't have any intention to even look at their face and bother himself reading some news on the phone. Not friendly as he was, Haruto kept himself quite hearing the males casually talking about their dad jokes as somehow makes the Japanese to laugh as well but in silence, afraid being called weirdo because people don't really like whenever someone's butt in their conversation.

Upon their arrival at the 3rd floor where Haruto's class located at, a hard knock hit his head and in the nick of time his vision getting completely blur due to the unbearable pain.

"Yah open your eyes stop pretending, it wasn't hard enough." A hand continuously slaps his cheeks.

Weak gaze of him making those punks laugh their ass off, what's so funny about it? It's not like the Japanese doing jokes or looking fool.

"Listen here kid, we came here to give you first warn. Make sure to prepare the right amount of money before fucking meet with our boss."

"Do you get the understood?"

The moment where his eyes fully open, he saw the same guys that had been riding the elevator together with him.

"What a fool. Hurting someone this much is a warn? Are you kidding?" Haruto smirked.

"What do you mean brat?" One of the male speak out loud, pulling Haruto's hair before give him punch in the face.

"Your brain surely slower than a turtle. I doubt how could you guys manage to live with such stupid brain of yours." The Japanese throw ups red liquids from his mouth as he said that. Yet he still has guts to annoy both of the males.

"You fucking asshole." The said man kicked the latter's stomach out of patience, Haruto was currently being tied down on a chair as he can't do nothing than to just receive another painful punch.

"Stop right there. Let me handle him from here. You can go now." Familiar voice stopping the males from whatever they're doing for, it was Jeongwoo with black jacket and ripped jeans exposed his tan skinned thighs.

"Good jobs. Take a rest boys."He announced made the males bowed down their head quickly before get off from his sight.

"Jeongwoo?"

"Hi again Watanabe Haruto."

Thousand questions filling up his head but he decide to not throw any of them as Jeongwoo's scary gaze turn into soft one. None of them breaking the cold silence, rather staring contest goes on.

With a deep sigh coming out of Jeongwoo, he start untie the taller guy before walking out of the abounded factory.

"Miss me that much huh. That you even kidnap me." Haruto commented in which made the Korean's step died down, he was trying harder to not letting out single word or he'll be completely ruin his plan.

"Ah it must be we haven't exchanges phone numbers yet." Instead of getting mad, Haruto keep his tracks towards the froze Korean.

"Well I miss your addicting scent too." It was so close before he reach from where Jeongwoo had been standing on.

"Won't you say anthing? Your ugly face I badly want to kiss them." He keep on muttering.

"Woo..."

He's now standing in front of the different look of Jeongwoo, form a gentle smile while pulling the younger in his embrace. Tapping the Korean's back softly making Jeongwoo to feel foreign sore all over his body, aching heart weakening his legs and even thinking of stops the time so that they could stay in each other's warmth that would last forever.

"The hell are you thinking of Haruto? Why did you get that dirty money from that fucking middle-aged man?!" The much shorter guy pushing Haruto aside, the pain cannot be compare to anything just when he acknowledge the Japanese involved himself in debt also the sealed promises where he'd let himself died if ever he fail to paid it back; which means Haruto would rather die in Jeongwoo's father hands if he couldn't kept the promise on return the millions dollars back.

"What for? Tell me!" Jeongwoo scolded with cracked voice.

He had enough by his father's merciless behaviour that always killed people right in front of his eyes and he hates whenever he fail to rescue these poor people who barely get a chance to live properly. And this time he wouldn't like the idea seeing another soul taken away by his own father. Not a chance.

"Well money can buy happiness." The Japanese lied. "I'm dying to buy expensive things before I die, it's my dream."

"Tell me the truth Haruto."

"Why should I lied to you? It's for my own good."

Jeongwoo tried to help him but Haruto's statement doesn't make sense at all, how can a young adult already had that abnormal state of mind? Didn't he know what might happen to him in the future living with debt? It'll definitely destroy the hell of him.

Bitting his lower lip, the Korean mumbles something audible lines "if so then I don't have any choice than to threaten you every single day. Be prepare for it Watanabe."

"It's my choice anyway, I won't taking such risk in my life for nothing."

Consider that Haruto were badly getting hit by his father's people a while ago, Jeongwoo finally decide to look up hovering his eyes on the hurtful imagine of Haruto whose just smile softly knowing that the younger worry about his current state, yeah well the Korean make it obvious tho.

"Let's treat your wounds---"

"Nah I'm fine." He cut off the latter's words, smile cheekily towards Jeongwoo.

Even though he wasn't in love with this Japanese or got that special place in his heart but his heart gradually tear aparts catching those heartbreaking glimpse of Haruto, or rather being said he wasn't certain about his feeling yet. Without him knowing his eyes start to get teary "I hate myself. I feel bad for letting innocent person receiving this harsh thing. I hate it really Haruto."

On the other hand, Haruto knows well Jeongwoo has soft yet pure hearted for anyone even without actually showing them, it's because the way the Korean always act whenever they're left all alone.

"Stop saying nonsense." His thumb went to Jeongwoo's lower lips, shutting him up. With so much softer this time, Haruto start stroking the bottom lip as his eyes still glued on the well-known beautiful black eyes.

"I hate me."

The crying male muttered in repeat.

"You better start loving yourself or I'll do it for you." A grin can be seen from Haruto's face making Jeongwoo take two steps behind.