65 The Boy Who Refuses to Lose His Morality (1/2)

”I'll check if that man's still around,” Gun says as he picked up his bag. He took off the tapes on the door and slowly ventured outside. His hand hovered over the knife hidden underneath his coat. He was ready to pull it out if the need arises.

”Be careful, Oppa,” Yeo Ri tugged the hem of his coat, reminding him.

He smiled at the girl, ”I know.”

Gun and Hyuk shared a tacit look. Without saying a word, Hyuk grabbed Yeo Ri's hand and motioned her to stay behind him.

As Gun looked around outside first, Hyuk took his coat and valuables, then followed a few steps behind him with Yeo Ri in tow.

As they passed by the living room, Gun suddenly halted. He whispered to the man behind him, ”if he wakes up, I'll cover for you. Hyung, you take Yeo Ri to school.” Gun's eyes were trained on the figure lying on the couch, unconscious and probably dead drunk.

Soju bottles littered the floor, and Lee Do Joon had a partially-filled bottle in his hand.

”...Can you even deal with him by yourself?” Hyuk eyed Gun suspiciously. Was this kid trying to play the hero or something? That won't mean sh*t if you're dead, he thought.

Gun replied with a slight smirk, ”I'm not as weak as you think. I have my ways.”

”Just run if you can't win, you sh*tty dumb*ss,” Hyuk dissed.

”Let's just go, Hyuk-oppa, Gun-oppa,” Yeo Ri interjected, an anxious look on her face. She could only hope that that man won't wake up suddenly and ensue a bloodbath.

”Stay close, Yeo Ri,” says Hyuk, protectively hiding her behind his back.

The trio tiptoed cautiously towards the door.

However—

Crash!

The bottle in Lee Do Joon's hand suddenly tipped, crashing on the ground. It created a loud noise as it bumped onto the empty bottles lying around. The noise startled him awake.

”Go!” Gun signalled for the two to hurry.

Hyuk did not waste any time. He quickly led Yeo Ri to the door and hurriedly put on their shoes.

Gun slowly backed away from the hungover man, watching his every move carefully. His hand tightened around his knife, as if using it to reassure himself of his own safety.

Hyuk threw the door open in his hurry, creating more noise that seemed to have snapped the man out of his drowsiness.

”F*ck!” Lee Do Joon cursed. ”Get back here!” He yelled as he noticed the trio. Veins popped on his head as he battled the growing headache that was plaguing him as a side effect of his drinking habits. His gaze locked on Gun who was trying to shove his feet into his shoes. With eyes full of anger, he grabbed a soju bottle from the ground and threw it towards the boy.

Gun held his guard up, covering his face with his arms almost reflexively.

Lee Do Joon missed his aim due to his current state, but the shards managed to scratch the boy. Taking advantage of his stunned state, Lee Do Joon threw another bottle, hitting the boy on the corner of his head.

Gun groaned and hissed in pain, almost collapsing on the floor. The area on his head that had been hit by the bottle throbbed with a sting, and a wet feeling confirmed that he had begun to bleed. ”Sh*t!” He cursed silently. The attack had taken him by surprise.

With large steps, Lee Do Joon went up to him and grabbed him. He threw the younger boy to the ground, punching him multiple times. He was using the boy as a punching bag to vent. At the same time, he planned to use this chance to teach the boy a lesson, and when Yeo Ri sees what had happened to her brother, perhaps her spirit might be broken. He'd be able to control her more easily.