— Enough Is Enough
( — @247ryul )
The numbness in his bruised knuckles makes him still remember the feeling when his fist met with the stranger's cheekbone that was nearby as hard as a rock but then it seemed like a soft marshmallow when he just kept on gifting him with yet another punch until the other's face was sprinkled by shades of red and purple. Even when he ended up on the cold ground, it didn't stop him from shouting random swear words crawling onto his tongue and lifting the male by his shirt, so he could stand up again and receive a next punch filled with wrath. Jiyong didn't feel inhumane at all at that moment. After all, he was just defending his parents' good name.
As much as he himself had no scruples in insulting his own father or giving him a tongue-lashing about past mistakes, anyone bringing up the topic of his family could only pray for mercy. It had always been his weak point; the only thing he was so insecure and sensitive about.
Now whilst the chilly handcuffs embrace his both sore wrists, he just stares ahead with not a tinge of concentration in his eyes when a middle-aged policeman gives him a lecture and asks him a bunch of questions, as if he was a murderer on the run who was just caught by secret service. And he had just beaten up a guy. It’s not that much of a crime yet, right?
In the dull monologue only one word manages to get his attention, cell.
“What?” He coughs up, with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape. Jiyong is truly at the verge of standing up to the cop but the view of his not so glamorous hands keeps him in the chair. A serie of what ifs go storm through his head. What if it will only be one night? What if there’s someone to bail me out? Yet the answer comes along with the telephone being settled in front of him — and he thinks of Ryul in first place. “Hey, do you have some time to talk?” With the handset held by his ear clumsily, Jiyong really hopes that he does.
