jaewon stands in front of his father, who’s causing a scene in the middle the street. he’s been in enough shit with him he doesn’t particularly want to cause more drama. but the fact that he’s in the middle of the street makes his cheeks flush in embarrassment. he’s been accused of all sorts of things yet he doesn’t make any attempt at trying to defend himself because he doesn’t see much point in doing so. he flinches when the front of his shirt is tugged at and he’s brought towards his father’s face and he makes a face at the stench and he ties to pull back only to be tugged at again. his cheeks are even redder at this point but he’s given up the thought of someone coming to his aid because evebut the minute the fist makes its way to his face but the minute the fist makes its way to his face.
@js-error
J wasn’t much for conflict anymore. Fighting wise, at least. He wasn’t afraid to throw a punch, wasn’t afraid to kill someone (which, he had done before), and wasn’t afraid of violence or the repercussions. However, the one thing that would easily make him angry was fathers abusing their children. Or big men in general being abusive. So, seeing someone, in the middle of the street, younger, being messed with by an older, taller, and larger man, really pissed him off. Seeing that it was Jaewon, though, oh well, his blood boiled. And then, the fist, because even speed walking wasn’t fast enough. So, he ran, not thinking too much about his actions as his own fist connected with the man’s face. When he had caught him off guard, despite being fairly small, thin, and well, not threatening, he jerked at the white stained shirt. “Lay another goddamn hand on him, and I’ll make sure you eat them, shit them out, and force you to fucking eat them again, you hear me?” he hissed, his knuckles white as he gripped the shirt, his eyes glaring right up to him. A cold expression, as he jerked him again, making sure he got his attention. “If you even look at him, I’ll sew your fucking eyes shut, you speak to him, I’ll rip out your fucking tongue and shove it down your throat, right here and now, and I’ll make your fucking death look like it was an accident. I’ll make you cry harder than when you were born. And that’s sugar coating it. I know some people who’d love to turn people like you inside out, and I can give them a quick call. You hear me, loud and clear?”
