Follow My Lead
Title: Follow My Lead (1/?)
Author: his_angel16
Pairing: YuWook
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kim Ryeowook was always a promising student, always studying hard. But for some reason, he could never manage to receive perfect grades. Park Yuchun, the student whom hardly ever showed up and also the one who was notorious for getting into brawls, always managed to obtain flawless grades.
Chapter One:
Ryeowook held his breath as he peeked at his class’s marks displayed on the far wall of the school. He frowned at seeing he hadn’t done too well on his latest exam. He was absolutely certain that his studying, more certain than he was about the grass being green, had paid off this time. He sighed as he turned to his best friend and shoulder to cry on when the marks were displayed.
“Why can’t I ace my exams?” he whined to Kibum. Kibum simply patted his head as a means to console him.
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just that you don’t test well,” Kibum replied, ruffling Ryeowook’s hair. “Or you might be over thinking everything when you take your exams and that might lead to unconsciously recording the wrong answer.”
Ryeowook pouted, puffing out his cheek as if he were trying to imitate a puffer fish. “But I studied really hard! I could have staked my life on those answers, I was that certain of them!”
Kibum frowned. “I’m kind of glad you didn’t stake anything on those answers. A fourth of them were incorrect. Maybe you should invest in a tutor.”
Ryeowook gawked at Kibum as if he had uttered the most profane word ever invented. He was one of the most intellectual students that attended that school and there wasn’t a force among the living or dead that would make him resort to stooping so low as to find himself a tutor. He glared at Kibum before turning on his heel and stalking off toward the cafeteria, deciding that he was suddenly hungry.
“I, Kim Ryeowook, do not, and never will, need a tutor. Before I get a tutor, Kibum would have to go to the nearest four-way intersection, rip out his intestines, and skip rope with them. I don’t need a tutor.” He was only halfway there when he noticed the three school bullies picking on an underclassman. Being the kind of person he was, he waltzed over to them. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The self-proclaimed leader of the three turned, smirking as he saw Ryeowook, scrawny and still trying to defend other people. “Look who we have here,” Kangin said, releasing the kid he was previously hassling. “You want to be our whipping boy instead?”
Ryeowook got in between Kangin and the underclassman, eyes narrowed. “Stop picking on the younger students!” he ordered, Kangin’s two friends laughing.
“And what are you going to do if we don’t?” Lee Minho asked, poking Ryeowook in the forehead.
Ryeowook swatted the younger’s hand away, frowning as he rubbed his forehead. “Knock it off, Minho.”
“Make me.” Minho stared at him, smirking when he didn’t do anything. “That’s what I thought. Get out of the way. We’re trying to do business here.”
Ryeowook glanced over his shoulder, seeing Lee Taemin pressed against the wall, legs trembling in fear. He took a step back, keeping his voice low as he whispered. “Yah, Taemin, do you run well?” When Taemin nodded once, Ryeowook smiled. “When I tell you to, I want you to run, okay?”
“What about you, hyung?” Taemin asked in a whisper.
“I’ll be fine. Ready?” Ryeowook turned his attention back to Kangin, Minho, and Yunho. He inhaled deeply before he reached out and grabbed Kangin’s tie, tugging on it until it nearly strangled him. “Now!”
Taemin took off, sprinting down the hall to find his brother, Ryeowook kicking Kangin in the shin to keep him irritated enough to follow him instead. He turned, running in the opposite direction of Taemin, hearing Kangin order Minho and Yunho to go after him. He turned the corner, spotting Kibum. Kibum waved to him, but frowned when he sprinted passed him, three people hurrying after him.
“This can’t be good,” Kibum murmured, his friend, Park Leeteuk, looking at him.
“What can’t be good?” Leeteuk asked, following Kibum’s gaze in time to see Ryeowook hobble around the corner and Kangin’s troupe of degenerates follow him. “Isn’t that Kim Ryeowook?”
Kibum nodded. “How do you know Ryeowook?”
Leeteuk smiled. “He’s my friend’s little brother.”
Kibum thought for a moment before he smiled. “Ah, you mean Jaejoong?”
“That’s the one.” Leeteuk looked up at the clock ticking away the day. “I have to get to choir. Tell Taemin I said hi.”
“I will. Go to class already, mister student body president.” After watching Leeteuk walk away, Kibum hurried down the hall, turning the corner and trying to find out which direction Ryeowook had gone.
Ryeowook hid under a table in the science lab, biting down on his lip in order to keep himself quiet. He could hear the three wildebeests outside the classroom, trying to find a way in without getting into trouble. He noticed footsteps coming toward his hiding spot. When the person stopped right in front of him and crouched down, he shrieked. The door to the science lab jerked open as a hand clamped down on Ryeowook’s mouth, familiar chocolate eyes staring into his.
Kibum placed a finger to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. Ryeowook nodded and the other slowly removed his hand as he climbed under the desk next to his friend. They watched silently as three pairs of feet trudged around the room, their sneakers squeaking against the waxed floor.
“We know you’re in here,” Kangin said, eyes darting in every direction.
Kibum took out a pen and scrawled a message on his arm, ordering Ryeowook to run when he gave the signal. For once, the elder obeyed, nodding in agreement as his friend rolled out from under the desk and stood up. “Yah, leave Ryeowook alone,” he said, placing one foot against the table.
“What are you going to do if we don’t? You aren’t a very good fighter either.”
Kibum smirked, shoving the table toward Kangin. It hit Kangin and he yelped, Kibum crouching to grab Ryeowook’s wrist and pull him up. “Let’s go!” He ran from the room, practically dragging Ryeowook behind him. Stopping at two intersecting halls, Kibum looked in the three directions possible before turning to face Ryeowook. “You go one way and I’ll go another. Meet me in the back parking lot.”
Ryeowook nodded, turning and going left. He glanced behind him to see Kibum grab a random student’s wrist to make it look like the two of them were still together. He ducked behind an open door, trying to be quiet as he regulated his breathing. Peering around the corner, he noticed that Minho and Kangin turned to go after Kibum. He smiled, turning and bumping into a student walking by.
“Sorry, I wasn’t watching-” His words died on his lips as he looked up to see Jung Yunho standing in front of him. The other being mute was a trait that made him even more intimidating. “Y-Yunho, please don’t beat me up! I’ll do whatever you want.”
Yunho took out his cell phone, handing it to Ryeowook. He then pulled out a piece of paper and pen, scribbling down what he wanted. Reading it, Ryeowook felt as if he were the one who couldn’t speak. He looked at the paper again before sighing. He quickly typed Jaejoong’s number into Yunho’s phone and handed it back to him. Yunho smiled, patting Ryeowook on the head, the door swinging closed causing both of them to look over.
“Yunho, you found him!” Minho said, smirking. He grabbed Ryeowook’s wrist and pulled him down the hall. Yunho opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but closed it again and simply followed the younger.
Outside, Kangin had beaten Kibum up, the younger lying on the ground as he coughed, blood staining his lips red. He looked over when Minho tossed Ryeowook next to him. He reached out to take Ryeowook’s hand, but screamed when Kangin stepped on it. Kangin smirked, applying more pressure and eliciting another scream from Kibum.
“With a little more pressure, I can snap this precious hand of yours,” Kangin stated, putting more weight on it. Kibum screamed again, tears starting to trail down his cheeks.
“Leave Kibum alone!” Ryeowook shouted, too afraid to stand up. “He hasn’t done anything to you!”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Minho replied, arms crossed as he smirked. “Kibum was trying to hide you from us. And that kid was being used as a decoy.” He nodded in the direction of a third person that Ryeowook hadn’t seen with them before. He gasped as those reddish locks of hair seemed familiar to him.
“Taemin…” he breathed, fear bubbling up inside when the younger didn’t move. He was definitely unconscious, but still breathing and even that seemed like a chore for the younger. He shook his head as he looked up at Minho before shifting his gaze to Kangin. “Yah, beat me up or whatever, but let Kibum and Taemin go.”
“That kid was spent a long while ago,” Kangin informed him. “He’s too weak and scrawny to even put up a little bit of a fight. Your friend here tried to get in the way and that’s why I’m going to break his hand.” Kangin applied more pressure, a snapping sound echoing through the empty lot as Kibum let out an ear shattering scream.
Ryeowook could only stare as Kangin lifted his foot off his friend’s hand and the younger cradle his broken hand against his chest as he lie in the fetal position. His eyes shifted to Kangin as the elder walked toward him, such an arrogant smirk on his face that it made Ryeowook want to hurl. In the midst of it all, no one had noticed Yunho had pulled out his phone and sent a message, an SOS of sorts, to the only one who was capable of taking Kangin down. Yunho wasn’t all bad, but being mute, he couldn’t fully stand up for himself, let alone anyone else.
Boots crunched against the ground , chains jingling together with every step. Out of nowhere, a bike helmet was tossed with surprising accuracy and collided with the side of Kangin’s head. He whipped around, clutching at the knot forming, to signal out who it was and beat them to a bloody mess. He froze, however, when his eyes fell upon Park Yuchun.
Yuchun cocked his head to the side, hands stuffed inside the pockets of his black, skintight jeans. He looked at Ryeowook, Kibum, and Taemin on the ground before his eyes locked onto Kangin. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, voice threatening as if any answer to it would be incorrect. Kangin gulped, not sure if he should run or answer the other’s question. Crossing Park Yuchun was like wrestling death itself, except death you could win against and Park Yuchun, you couldn't best if you were granted immortality.
Author: his_angel16
Pairing: YuWook
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kim Ryeowook was always a promising student, always studying hard. But for some reason, he could never manage to receive perfect grades. Park Yuchun, the student whom hardly ever showed up and also the one who was notorious for getting into brawls, always managed to obtain flawless grades.
Chapter One:
Ryeowook held his breath as he peeked at his class’s marks displayed on the far wall of the school. He frowned at seeing he hadn’t done too well on his latest exam. He was absolutely certain that his studying, more certain than he was about the grass being green, had paid off this time. He sighed as he turned to his best friend and shoulder to cry on when the marks were displayed.
“Why can’t I ace my exams?” he whined to Kibum. Kibum simply patted his head as a means to console him.
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just that you don’t test well,” Kibum replied, ruffling Ryeowook’s hair. “Or you might be over thinking everything when you take your exams and that might lead to unconsciously recording the wrong answer.”
Ryeowook pouted, puffing out his cheek as if he were trying to imitate a puffer fish. “But I studied really hard! I could have staked my life on those answers, I was that certain of them!”
Kibum frowned. “I’m kind of glad you didn’t stake anything on those answers. A fourth of them were incorrect. Maybe you should invest in a tutor.”
Ryeowook gawked at Kibum as if he had uttered the most profane word ever invented. He was one of the most intellectual students that attended that school and there wasn’t a force among the living or dead that would make him resort to stooping so low as to find himself a tutor. He glared at Kibum before turning on his heel and stalking off toward the cafeteria, deciding that he was suddenly hungry.
“I, Kim Ryeowook, do not, and never will, need a tutor. Before I get a tutor, Kibum would have to go to the nearest four-way intersection, rip out his intestines, and skip rope with them. I don’t need a tutor.” He was only halfway there when he noticed the three school bullies picking on an underclassman. Being the kind of person he was, he waltzed over to them. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The self-proclaimed leader of the three turned, smirking as he saw Ryeowook, scrawny and still trying to defend other people. “Look who we have here,” Kangin said, releasing the kid he was previously hassling. “You want to be our whipping boy instead?”
Ryeowook got in between Kangin and the underclassman, eyes narrowed. “Stop picking on the younger students!” he ordered, Kangin’s two friends laughing.
“And what are you going to do if we don’t?” Lee Minho asked, poking Ryeowook in the forehead.
Ryeowook swatted the younger’s hand away, frowning as he rubbed his forehead. “Knock it off, Minho.”
“Make me.” Minho stared at him, smirking when he didn’t do anything. “That’s what I thought. Get out of the way. We’re trying to do business here.”
Ryeowook glanced over his shoulder, seeing Lee Taemin pressed against the wall, legs trembling in fear. He took a step back, keeping his voice low as he whispered. “Yah, Taemin, do you run well?” When Taemin nodded once, Ryeowook smiled. “When I tell you to, I want you to run, okay?”
“What about you, hyung?” Taemin asked in a whisper.
“I’ll be fine. Ready?” Ryeowook turned his attention back to Kangin, Minho, and Yunho. He inhaled deeply before he reached out and grabbed Kangin’s tie, tugging on it until it nearly strangled him. “Now!”
Taemin took off, sprinting down the hall to find his brother, Ryeowook kicking Kangin in the shin to keep him irritated enough to follow him instead. He turned, running in the opposite direction of Taemin, hearing Kangin order Minho and Yunho to go after him. He turned the corner, spotting Kibum. Kibum waved to him, but frowned when he sprinted passed him, three people hurrying after him.
“This can’t be good,” Kibum murmured, his friend, Park Leeteuk, looking at him.
“What can’t be good?” Leeteuk asked, following Kibum’s gaze in time to see Ryeowook hobble around the corner and Kangin’s troupe of degenerates follow him. “Isn’t that Kim Ryeowook?”
Kibum nodded. “How do you know Ryeowook?”
Leeteuk smiled. “He’s my friend’s little brother.”
Kibum thought for a moment before he smiled. “Ah, you mean Jaejoong?”
“That’s the one.” Leeteuk looked up at the clock ticking away the day. “I have to get to choir. Tell Taemin I said hi.”
“I will. Go to class already, mister student body president.” After watching Leeteuk walk away, Kibum hurried down the hall, turning the corner and trying to find out which direction Ryeowook had gone.
Ryeowook hid under a table in the science lab, biting down on his lip in order to keep himself quiet. He could hear the three wildebeests outside the classroom, trying to find a way in without getting into trouble. He noticed footsteps coming toward his hiding spot. When the person stopped right in front of him and crouched down, he shrieked. The door to the science lab jerked open as a hand clamped down on Ryeowook’s mouth, familiar chocolate eyes staring into his.
Kibum placed a finger to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. Ryeowook nodded and the other slowly removed his hand as he climbed under the desk next to his friend. They watched silently as three pairs of feet trudged around the room, their sneakers squeaking against the waxed floor.
“We know you’re in here,” Kangin said, eyes darting in every direction.
Kibum took out a pen and scrawled a message on his arm, ordering Ryeowook to run when he gave the signal. For once, the elder obeyed, nodding in agreement as his friend rolled out from under the desk and stood up. “Yah, leave Ryeowook alone,” he said, placing one foot against the table.
“What are you going to do if we don’t? You aren’t a very good fighter either.”
Kibum smirked, shoving the table toward Kangin. It hit Kangin and he yelped, Kibum crouching to grab Ryeowook’s wrist and pull him up. “Let’s go!” He ran from the room, practically dragging Ryeowook behind him. Stopping at two intersecting halls, Kibum looked in the three directions possible before turning to face Ryeowook. “You go one way and I’ll go another. Meet me in the back parking lot.”
Ryeowook nodded, turning and going left. He glanced behind him to see Kibum grab a random student’s wrist to make it look like the two of them were still together. He ducked behind an open door, trying to be quiet as he regulated his breathing. Peering around the corner, he noticed that Minho and Kangin turned to go after Kibum. He smiled, turning and bumping into a student walking by.
“Sorry, I wasn’t watching-” His words died on his lips as he looked up to see Jung Yunho standing in front of him. The other being mute was a trait that made him even more intimidating. “Y-Yunho, please don’t beat me up! I’ll do whatever you want.”
Yunho took out his cell phone, handing it to Ryeowook. He then pulled out a piece of paper and pen, scribbling down what he wanted. Reading it, Ryeowook felt as if he were the one who couldn’t speak. He looked at the paper again before sighing. He quickly typed Jaejoong’s number into Yunho’s phone and handed it back to him. Yunho smiled, patting Ryeowook on the head, the door swinging closed causing both of them to look over.
“Yunho, you found him!” Minho said, smirking. He grabbed Ryeowook’s wrist and pulled him down the hall. Yunho opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but closed it again and simply followed the younger.
Outside, Kangin had beaten Kibum up, the younger lying on the ground as he coughed, blood staining his lips red. He looked over when Minho tossed Ryeowook next to him. He reached out to take Ryeowook’s hand, but screamed when Kangin stepped on it. Kangin smirked, applying more pressure and eliciting another scream from Kibum.
“With a little more pressure, I can snap this precious hand of yours,” Kangin stated, putting more weight on it. Kibum screamed again, tears starting to trail down his cheeks.
“Leave Kibum alone!” Ryeowook shouted, too afraid to stand up. “He hasn’t done anything to you!”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Minho replied, arms crossed as he smirked. “Kibum was trying to hide you from us. And that kid was being used as a decoy.” He nodded in the direction of a third person that Ryeowook hadn’t seen with them before. He gasped as those reddish locks of hair seemed familiar to him.
“Taemin…” he breathed, fear bubbling up inside when the younger didn’t move. He was definitely unconscious, but still breathing and even that seemed like a chore for the younger. He shook his head as he looked up at Minho before shifting his gaze to Kangin. “Yah, beat me up or whatever, but let Kibum and Taemin go.”
“That kid was spent a long while ago,” Kangin informed him. “He’s too weak and scrawny to even put up a little bit of a fight. Your friend here tried to get in the way and that’s why I’m going to break his hand.” Kangin applied more pressure, a snapping sound echoing through the empty lot as Kibum let out an ear shattering scream.
Ryeowook could only stare as Kangin lifted his foot off his friend’s hand and the younger cradle his broken hand against his chest as he lie in the fetal position. His eyes shifted to Kangin as the elder walked toward him, such an arrogant smirk on his face that it made Ryeowook want to hurl. In the midst of it all, no one had noticed Yunho had pulled out his phone and sent a message, an SOS of sorts, to the only one who was capable of taking Kangin down. Yunho wasn’t all bad, but being mute, he couldn’t fully stand up for himself, let alone anyone else.
Boots crunched against the ground , chains jingling together with every step. Out of nowhere, a bike helmet was tossed with surprising accuracy and collided with the side of Kangin’s head. He whipped around, clutching at the knot forming, to signal out who it was and beat them to a bloody mess. He froze, however, when his eyes fell upon Park Yuchun.
Yuchun cocked his head to the side, hands stuffed inside the pockets of his black, skintight jeans. He looked at Ryeowook, Kibum, and Taemin on the ground before his eyes locked onto Kangin. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, voice threatening as if any answer to it would be incorrect. Kangin gulped, not sure if he should run or answer the other’s question. Crossing Park Yuchun was like wrestling death itself, except death you could win against and Park Yuchun, you couldn't best if you were granted immortality.