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The dark alleyway glares back at him from where he stands, contemplating whether or not he should enter. He shifts his weight to his left leg and heaves the slipping strap of his bag back over his right shoulder. Should he take the chance of his bullies finding him and possibly beating him to a pulp? Or should he just take the long way and only receive sore leg muscles like he has been doing for the past few weeks?  

Namjoon sighs and chooses his fate, hoping he won't regret it, he turns his phone's flash light on, points it ahead of him and takes his first step into the darkness. Taking tentative steps forward Namjoon studies his surroundings, as if he were trying to make himself feel better about his choices, which didn’t help he soon realized- because this was a dark smelly alleyway- nothing could make this better.  

Stepping over discarded trash he jumps as he hears something crash behind him. Just as he's about to snap his head in the direction of the noise a hand comes up and covers his mouth as another hand snakes around his neck, effectively cutting off his air way. The hand over his mouth traps the distressed whimpers that dare to escape, panicked tears well up in his eyes as his bully comes into view.  

Dohun smirks as he sees the look of fear in Namjoon's face, leaning down to the frightened boy's height to teasingly rub his hand over Namjoon's cheek to which Namjoon flinched away from. His head starts to feel light and airy as the hand on his throat never ceases its grip, a kick is landed to his privates, then a punch to the eye. Namjoon lets the tension of a muffled groan of pain bubble up before it makes its exit.  

The hand on his throat releases him as he's thrown to the filthy, slime coated ground, also resulting in his bag being flung a little ways away. Eunyeong and Dohun kick and punch Namjoon a few more times, particularly focusing on his rapidly bruising ribs. Namjoon barely feeling the burning tears make their escape, his mind to busy emphasizing the flaring pain that was enveloping his whole body. With one last jab to the ribs and kick to the face they were done.  

"I hope you learned your lesson you stupid fag." Eunyeong says before finishing his remark with a wad of spit to Namjoon's bloody face. 

Namjoon stays on the floor for a while- it feels like years but in reality, was probably only a half hour- he tries to fixate his vision on a nearby object but his eyes were clouded and hooded leaving him with one less sense. He vaguely worries as his body starts to get numb, he felt light headed- was that a good thing?  

Maybe he was ultimately going to get the release he's wanted since he started getting bullied, perhaps he could easily slink through the seams of death and sleep in peacefully numb blackness for the rest of eternity. His mind trails as he lets the welcoming numbness consume him- that is until his mind trails off to his beloved dongsaeng, Jeongguk.  

Namjoon groans wretchedly as he realizes his only option, he'd have to pull through and find his phone to call Jeongguk. Reaching out to his discarded backpack- Namjoon barely conceals the howl of pain that threatened to spill as his surely bruised ribs brushed the jagged, cruddy pavement.  

Bag now clutched tightly to his chest, Namjoon desperately combs through the pockets for his phone. Namjoon stops shortly when he realizes he'd had his phone in his hand when he was attacked. Squinting his eyes to see through his blurry vision, he rakes his eyes over the alley in hopes of spotting his phone. 

Namjoon lets out a small shout of joy when he spots the glare of his shiny Ryan phone case about ten feet away from himself. Carefully, Namjoon slowly lifts himself to his hands and knees to crawl at a snail's pace towards his phone, all the while wincing as he continuously puts his weight on sore limbs.  

Deftly, he unlocks his phone and clicks on his contacts, for a second though- he hesitates. Should he really bother his dongsaeng? What if Jeongguk was doing something important? Pain erupts through his throbbing head, traveling down his body and sinking deep into his very bones. Throwing his hesitation out the window, he hurriedly clicks Jeongguk's contact. It rings once, twice, then-  

"Hyung?" 

"K-kookie." Namjoon chokes out, stuttering through the pain. 

"Hyung- hyung are you...crying? Where are you? Hyung are you hurt!?" 

Namjoon brings his hand up to his face and- surely enough his cheeks were wet, he hadn't realized he was crying. He flinches though when his brain starts to throb more erratically from Jeongguks panicked yelling.  

"Yah...shh...Jeonggukkie," Namjoon chides softly, bringing his bloody, cold hand to rest on his hot forehead for some well-deserved release. 

"But-hyung-" 

Namjoon cuts him off. 

"I'm in the... the alleyway I... use as... as a short cut...p-please come get me Kookie..." Namjoon pauses to breathe in a labored breath, his ribs constricting and popping with pain.

Namjoon hears ruffling on the other end of the receiver and assumes its Jeongguk rushing to get in his old grey, rusty, beat up BMW. 

"Kook-ah...I don’t... I don’t think im going to make it..." Namjoon says as he takes another labored breath, this time his vision blurred as he swayed with dizziness. 

"What!? What do you mean you don’t think you're going to make it hyung?! Stay with me hyung please! I won't make it without you Nammie!" 

"Yah...'s hyung to you...brat..." Namjoon slurrs, his limbs starting to numb again as he starts to drift off. Must be from the blood loss, he concludes vaguely. He hears Jeongguk give a wet chuckle at his scolding, Namjoon smiles, a pained upturn of his lips. 

"Hyung I'm almost there! Don’t doze off, okay? Please stay on the line..." 

"'s what im trin' to do gukkie..." Namjoon whispers, it was starting to get painful to talk. 

"Okay I'm here hyung I'm going to hang up, put the flashlight on your phone on so I can see you in the dark." 

Namjoon listened to the youngers directions and put the flashlight on, angling it upwards. "Hyung!" Jeongguk screams, his eyes water at the pitiful scene of his beloved hyung sitting, beat up, in his own blood. Jeongguk leans down and hurriedly lifts the older bridal style and clutched Namjoon to his chest protectively. "Hyung...why would someone do this to you?" 

That night Jeongguk and Namjoon discovered just how much they meant to each other, and if Namjoon's bullies showed up to school the next day, adorning bruised bodies and faces...well then nobody had to know it was done by the hands of Jeongguk now did they? 

And if Namjoon smiled knowingly at Jeongguks bruised knuckles as he held the youngers hand then, no one had to know that either right? 

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