Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Hansol, and Jun were walking home from school. The 3 younger boys didn't dare say a word to Seungcheol about Jeonghan. If they brought up the topic instead of him, who knows what Seungcheol would do. As tough and badass as he may seem, he's quite sensitive to things that bother him, and right now, Jeonghan was at the top of that list.

But soon enough, Seungcheol had to rant.

"I want that kid out of our school," he said through gritted teeth, "why doesn't he just transfer back to his old school."

He huffed loudly. The others just listened, not wanting to tip him off. They knew not to talk unless they were talked to, especially when Seungcheol was angry.

"I'm gonna make him regret everything." He growled.

He then stopped walking and turned towards the rest of the group.

"You guys are gonna help me get him out."

The three others just nodded contently. Of course they knew it was going to happen sooner or later. And they've done things like this before. And honestly, they quite enjoyed being the people Seungcheol came to for help.

"Wonwoo, I want you to find all his social media. Talk to his friends. Find any dirt on him you can."

"Okay."

"Hansol, Jun, you two both have classes with him right?"

The boys nodded.

"Make it hell for him."

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As they kept walking, they began to go their separate ways, taking a different way for the quickest way home.

Eventually Seungcheol was left by himself. 3 more blocks until he was home.

Before long, he came across a gas station. It was mostly empty, per usual, and Seungcheol was a bit hungry, since he didn't get any lunch earlier, but it was a usual feeling. For his family, the bare necessity of food was seen as more of a luxury. Well, good food anyways. That's why he decided to take Jeonnghans lunch.

He went into the small store that smelled like cigarettes and alcohol and found a bag of chocolate covered pretzels.

He looked around carefully, making sure no one had seen him slip the bad into his sweatshirt pocket. He then flipped up his hood and made his way towards the door.

He really didn't like doing this type of thing often, but it's how he got most of his food anyways. But he remembered words that his older brother taught him whenever he felt guilty about it.

Gotta eat to live
Gotta steal to eat

He passed though the doors, careful not to be noticed by the young and oblivious cashier.

And he ran home as fast as he could.

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I'm a slut for Disney.

Quoting aladdin is my shiteu

Also another thing: don't tell me to update. I get that you want more of the story, but be patient. I haven't forgotten about it. I'll update when I feel like update okay? Shit.