Knowing Brother-Chapter 46

After arriving home, I took a short nap and then called Won Dae-young. When I asked him about Ha Young-seo’s confession, he said he was thinking about it and answered exactly as she had said, then asked what had happened. Choi Seol-woo gave a brief answer. We’re just friends. Just like you and me.

Then, when he brought up the story of meeting Kang Jong-hyeok, Won Dae-young’s words became noticeably quieter. Won Dae-young, who had been listening silently, gave a short answer.

- Okay. Don’t worry about it, you.

It seemed like he had expected it. He didn’t even go through the process of confirming whether Choi Seol-woo’s words were true. If Choi Seol-woo had made up a story out of spite against someone, Won Dae-young would have believed it straight away.

The next morning, Hyungil High School was abuzz with a shocking anecdote.

Won Dae-young arrived early and waited for Kang Jong-hyeok at the playground. He got out of the car, blocked Kang Jong-hyeok as he passed the school gate, and said this.

“Tell me with your own mouth what you said to my friend yesterday.”

While the argument continued, students gathered.

Kang Jong-hyuk repeated what he had said, as if he had farted, and Won Dae-young did not move.

“And yet you came to school, what are you lacking, you idiot, you idiot. You can’t come here. Get out.”

Kang Jong-hyuk was unable to enter the schoolyard for another 10 minutes. Even though a physical fight was about to break out, Won Dae-young did not use his fists, but instead, he loitered around the guy who was breathing heavily from head to toe, refusing to allow him to enter school. As the teachers, surprised by the crowd surrounding the school gate since morning, belatedly gathered, Won Dae-young slowly cleaned up the place. Won Dae-young’s ultimate goal was to shout this to the crowd.

“Did you hear everything this punk said? From now on, I have nothing to do with this punk.”

At the same time that he ordered Kang Jong-hyuk to stay out of sight, he also threw a tantrum to the entire school. Won Dae-young will no longer recognize this kid as a fellow schoolmate or a human being, so everyone, make your own judgment.

Therefore, the students of Hyungil High School had to choose. Kang Jong-hyuk or Won Dae-young.

The air was as cold as ice and lingered in the third-year classroom and hallway. By the second period, the story had spread to the second-year students, and after the third period, most of the students of Hyungil High School knew about the chaos that had occurred this morning. It was lunchtime, and Choi Seol-woo stood on the cloud bridge, her neck tense from tension.

Won Dae-young and his friends gathered at the basketball court, and a crowd of school uniforms surrounded the court.

The faces of the students laughing and cheering were filled with joy. At the same time, Kang Jong-hyuk was nowhere to be seen on the school grounds. Rumor had it that he had gone out with his friends to have lunch with his parents, but anyone could tell that was a lie.

He probably didn't know he'd end up in this situation because of a few wrong words, but anyway, there were only three paths he had left. One, live quietly as if he were dead. Two, transfer again. Three, beg and beg to get under Won Dae-young's wing.

The second option has many institutional restrictions, and the third option would be impossible even if he were to wake up dead, so what else could he do? He had no choice but to live quietly.

Won Dae-young, who was playing around with his basketball club friends, waved to Choi Seol-woo on the cloud bridge. A Won Dae-young-like message had arrived on his phone.

....Won Dae-young....;; : [Seol-woo, hyung, just one screw bar]

....Won Dae-young....;; : [You're so popular right now]

....Won Dae-young....;; : [I can't even go to the store]

....Won Dae-young....;; : [If you give me a shuttle to Seolwoo ice cream, I won’t eat it]

After lunch, when it was roughly decided whose territory this school was in, after 5th period, Won Dae-young had a final fight with a teacher.

The history teacher mentioned the incident during class and gave a long speech saying, “What Won Dae-young did was school violence, and violence with a three-inch tongue is more vicious than a fist.”

Before the teacher’s words spread throughout the school, Won Dae-young took action. He waited for the teacher in the hallway in front of the teachers’ office, bowed, and confronted him head-on.

- Teacher, if you have something to say, come and say it yourself. Why are you going to another class and gossiping with a three-inch tongue?

The fight between the teacher and the student in the middle of the hallway drew onlookers again.

- I knew you liked talking behind someone’s back, but this was kind of funny... . If you say that three-inch tongue violence is more vicious, you did the same thing to the entire school, you piece of shit.

- What...? Then what you did was right, Inma? And! You swore in front of the teacher, right now?

- Then teacher. Are you going to go apologize to my friends instead? Are you going to make Jonghyuk shut up and stop bullying other kids? No. You’re busy keeping quiet because you’re worried that it’ll hurt your teacher evaluation. Kang Jonghyuk, I’ll take care of it, so if you have something to say, call me and say it yourself, and don’t gossip about me. You’re the teacher who teaches me, don’t you think it’s a bad thing?

The teacher blushed and called Won Daeyoung to the classroom. Won Daeyoung received a penalty point for swearing in front of the teacher. However, the result was that the teacher was already defeated when he couldn’t refute the argument and just used his authority to get angry.

Fuck... ... Won Dae-young, that senior... .

The children in Seol-woo’s class mentioned his name with mixed emotions in their eyes. Won Dae-young left an unforgettable impression on the boys who admired his power, influence, and ability.

The result of the choice that had already been tilted could not help but be solidified in Won Dae-young’s favor. The students knew better than anyone the dynamics of power that moved the school.

As long as Won Dae-young attended this school that had long been working hard to produce track and field athletes, no teacher could treat him carelessly. Also, no matter how much Kang Jong-hyuk mobilized his parents’ power, it was impossible to shake the position of the high school athlete who beat athletes in their 20s and set a new record for third place in the 400m.

The order of Hyung-il High School was still firm. Kang Jong-hyuk had no place in any area, from the school gate, classrooms, hallways, skybridge, podium, soccer goal, playground, and even the incinerator.

That day, Choi Seol-woo had a passionate dream. Choi Seol-woo sucked Won Dae-young’s dick and gave it to him in the empty track and field club room or on his bed, as Kang Jong-hyeok teased him.

Won Dae-young’s heavy breathing was so vivid in his wet dream.

‘Are you okay? Fuck. Come and see.’

‘Check your breathing.’

His thick hands, which had been tightly gripping the horizontal bar, wrapped around Choi Seol-woo’s waist. At the end of the piston stroke, his testicles swelled up and thick veins on the surface of his penis rippled and ejaculated semen. Choi Seol-woo woke up from her dream. Her lower body felt paralyzed from the excitement of sex she had never experienced before.

She repeated to herself while secretly disposing of her underwear.

I lost everything to Won Dae-young. Nothing goes as I want.

The iron rule of life that you don’t make things you treasure, the effort to not remain your only best friend, the monster effect, the three years that are the period of time when the hormones that control romantic feelings work. They all disappeared like bubbles.

It was amazing. There could be feelings that go against the laws of nature.

Why weren’t there any fairy tales or movies that contained such terrible feelings of love?

Frankenstein, literary anthologies, Animal Kingdom, Misaeng, Signal, Sherlock Holmes, CSI series... ... If Seol-woo, who learned about the world through TV and books during his homeschooling period, had been able to learn about these strange feelings,

he would never have spared Won Dae-young.

In that context, the next morning might have been lucky.

It was when he sat down with Mrs. Choi before going to school, eating lunch, and talking about the war between Kang Jong-hyeok and Won Dae-young.

“But I’m nervous. That bastard Kang Jong-hyuk said that Dae-young would be finished if he cut his tendons. It bothers me.”

“He’s a weakling who picks out weak guys to spar with and hits them instead. How can that bastard cut Dae-young’s tendons? To cut his tendons, he has to stab his muscles, but he’ll get crushed before that!”

“But I’m still worried. Hyung, you’re about to take the Seoul National University entrance exam. Even if you’ve been accepted as a special talent, you still have to take the practical exam. You can’t get hurt even a little bit.”

Mrs. Choi, a typical hot-tempered woman, was getting angry on Won Dae-young’s side.

“That’s all they talked about at Mom’s store. There was a fight, between the kids. Who’s wiping who’s poop? They were like, “Jong-hyuk is stronger than you.”

“...Kang Jong-hyuk’s friends are coming to the store too?”

“Yeah. I guess there are still a few people on his side?”

I thought it would be a good idea to ask Mrs. Choi to quietly watch Kang Jong-hyuk’s movements. I was about to chew my food and speak, but Mrs. Choi, who was excited, raised her voice.

“I remember all their faces and overhear everything they say!”

“Really? Mom, you did well. Keep doing that. If you come to their store and see anything suspicious, call me right away.”

“If you touch even one hair on Dae-young’s head, I’ll pour boiling water on you!”

“I guess Dae-young is like your own son now.”

“Of course, just think about all the things he’s done for you. He’s better than your maternal grandfather and grandmother who cut off contact because they had a child without a father! To me, Dae-young is my first son, and you’re my youngest. You’ll always be a baby, you.”

“Don’t say something disgusting while you’re eating. Don’t you feel guilty if you call a 176cm tall man who’s finished his secondary sexual development a baby?”

Choi Seol-woo, who had been chewing on Mrs. Choi’s words carefully, stopped using his chopsticks.

“But, ......what did you give me?”

“.......”

“What did you give me so far?”

It must have been hard for Mrs. Choi to keep the secret for so long. When she said that she often used her remaining training funds to pay for her academy, he felt like throwing up all the food he had eaten.

It was because of the unbearable shame ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) and self-loathing. In this situation, he dreamed of being naked with Won Dae-young and being a buddy, how animalistic he was without knowing anything!