(3rd person's POV)
Soon Junseo found himself in the same abandoned storeroom with Daejung and Cheng despite his resistance only to find that Jaesung was already there smoking. He never expected Daejung to be this strong and it's something to be worried about. He grabbed Junseo's hair from the back of his head and slammed it on the nearby wooden table.
THUD!
He groaned in pain but it didn't seem like the blue-eyed boy would stop anytime soon as he continued slamming the poor boy's head a couple of times more. Soon Junseo felt thick sticky liquid flow from his head and his vision was getting slightly blurry.
Little did he know this was the beginning of what would come for him.
"You little son of a whore! You have forgotten where you belong, haven't you?", Daejung nearly growled in his face.
Junseo had had enough of the bullying now that Daejung mentioned his mother. He spat right at the black-haired student's face, despite knowing the outcome of that one punch was not going to be pretty he couldn't care less. For a good minute all fear Junseo had disappeared, just like Daejung's humanity. Even Jaesung and Cheng were surprised by Junseo's sudden bravery or stupidity.
"Fuck you asshole!"
Daejung wiped his face from the back of his hand and scoffed, "Ha! Guess I've been too easy on you, huh?" He punched the boy hardly making his face jerk to the opposite side. He then looked up to his friends and said, "Hyung, Cheng, help me hold him down."
Cheng held down both his legs while Jaesung held his wrists tightly above his head and all of Junseo's efforts to break through were in vain. Daejung got off the ground and stomped his foot on the boy's stomach twice.
Junseo coughed harshly from the sudden impact. He gasped trying to catch his breath though it was still too soon for the young boy to realize how much trouble he had stirred up.
By the time he had recovered Daejung was back with a divider which he took from his geometry set. He took a dirty rag from the table where Jaesung was previously standing and came back to the browned-haired boy.
"Wait- WHAT ARE YOU-", Junseo was cut off by Daejung who shoved the rag in his mouth and sat on his thighs.
"Let's see where your bravery goes now?", he said and pulled the boy's shirt up to reveal his torso which was clear of any muscles indicating that the boy probably didn't workout. "My, my... Look at this punk's slim waist! Isn't that sexy now?"
Jaesung caught a glimpse of the evil brimming in the younger's eyes. He feared what he would do with the divider as he continued mocking Junseo. Looking down he saw the younger's fear-filled eyes which were nearly begging to stop whatever was to come. Cheng looked like a child who was excited about the roller-coaster ride.
Without any other word, Daejung pressed the point in Junseo's skin, just below his chest. The boy struggled to get out of the strong grip of the other two students. He clenched his fist and screamed but no sound came out. He tightly shut his eyes when Daejung started slowly gliding the nip through his skin. Tears of pain started sliding down his flushed cheeks and sniffled every few seconds.
Even the great Jaesung's eyes widened from this. He observed Daejung trying to crave something into the younger's skin! That was inhumane even in his eyes.
"Not so strong now, are we Seonie?", Daejung smirked. "Tch! Look at him twitching and trembling like a dying fish that was thrown out of the water. Let me show you where you truly belong you fucker!"
The dark-haired male pressed down his torso to keep Junseo from moving around. He rubbed the now slightly blue bruise forming on Junseo's skin where he previously kicked. He pinched the already hurting area while observing the other's tear-filled face who refused to open his eyes. Just looking into the blue eyes of the boy Junseo could feel his blood run cold.
Daejung's lips formed a sweet smile looking at the painful expression the kid under him was making. All the bitterness for the punch he got from a mere kid who was here only because of scholarship. "You know Junseo, in olden days they used to heat an iron rod and use it to label slaves. Do you know what that makes you? Ha, you'll find out soon enough", he finished with a light laugh and got off the brown-haired boy.
Jaesung and Cheng let go of the crying kid. Daejung and Cheng were the first to leave. The oldest of the three gave a last glance to the young boy who hadn't moved since they got off. In the dimly lit abandoned storeroom, the wooden flooring had smudged a couple of tiny drops of blood. His shirt was still ridden up as the crimson liquid dripped from the words scared into him. He let out a sniffle every few seconds, his lower lips and chin trembled from trying to hold back any more tears, and the dirty rag was still shoved in his mouth.
Jaesung sighed before shutting the door behind him.