E I G H T E E N

Jaehyung stared at his cut lip in the bathroom mirror. "Well, fuck," he cursed. Crimson liquid stained his upper lip and smeared across his knuckles. "Jeong's going to kill me."

Last night, Jaehyung had gotten himself black out drunk and landed himself in a fist fight with the most brutal fighter at Meadowsville, apart from Jeong, and honestly, he can't remember shit other than the fight. All he knew was that his head hurt like hell and bottles of aged whiskey scattered his bedroom floor. In the odd hours of the morning, Jaehyung stumbled into his bedroom, blindly flickered on the light, and found Heidi asleep on Apollo's shoulder, his demin jacket draped over Heidi's body.

Jaehyung wasn't surprised in the slightest, however. Apollo stayed over almost every night, anyway. When Heidi can't sleep, he finds Apollo. Jaehyung tried to comfort once, but he was snapped at, so he searched the halls desperately for Apollo's room.

From the bathroom cabinet he grabbed a bottle of tylenol, letting the small pills relieve his pain. He winced from the blinding, fluorescent lights hanging above the mirror. "Ah fuck." He held onto the counter as a wave of dizziness struck him.

Flicking on the hot water, he allowed to cascade down his back, the burning sensation easing the soreness he felt. Muscles cried out in pain from the aching of his skin, but he ignored them. The warm lights embraced Jaehyung, soothing his body. Slowly, he smeared soap onto his skin with a worn-out washcloth, letting the blood from his hands wash down the drain.

The strands of his dark hair were colored with blood from his hand constantly threading through his locks. He scrubbed his hair harshly, almost to the point where his scalp growled in frustration. Irritation coursed through him at the scary thought of facing Jeong. He knew when he fought, courtesy of the countless fights he endured in.

Stepping out of the shower, he ran a towel over his damp locks, and let a pair of washed-out jeans, with rips scattered across the fabric, hug his taut, pale waist. He threw a loose, gray hoodie over his head and slipped on a pair of Adidas sneakers before he reluctantly slipped out into the dimly lit hallway.

Students chatted amongst themselves in hushed tones, masking their fear with looks of indifference, as a tall, looming stature stood against the wall, one leg propped up, and a devilish smirk adorning his nude colored lips. With unruly, caramel locks and sunkissed skin, he gained the respect of half of Meadowsville. His midnight blue eyes shone with boredom, as he scanned the hallway for a past time.

His gaze landing on Jaehyung, he leapt off the wall and strolled languidly over to him. Jaehyung refrained himself from rolling his eyes, for he knew Casper Roman wasn't someone to mess with. "Hey, Jae, how's your hangover?" A short, cruel laugh rose from his throat.

Stop calling me 'Jae', asshole. But he didn't dare say those words aloud because he knew fisthand Casper knew how to throw a brutal punch.

"I woke up feeling like shit," he stated, his voice vacant of its usual sarcastic undertone. Often, his sarcasm landed him in the middle of a shitstorm, much like last night.

Casper snorted. "You look like it." Jaehyung shot him an icy glare, but the caramel haired boy shrugged nonchalantly. "You can't blame me for being honest."

"I can blame you for being an ass," he muttered. Casper shoved his hands in his pockets, his long strides easily keeping pace with Jaehyung's rushed footsteps. "Can't you just let me be snapped at by my brother?" He nearly hissed.

Casper wasn't phased at all by the clipped tone of his voice. "But what if you need my protection?"

Jaehyung scoffed. "Piss off, Casper." Casper grinned at him, flashing his ghost white teeth at the chocolate haired boy. Jaehyung let out a groan of frustration when Casper's feet kept themselves rooted beside him. "Fuck, do whatever you want. I don't care."

"If it was up to me, Jae, I'd have you against the lockers, begging for me to graze my teeth against that pretty neck of yours."

"Fuck you, Casper," he spat, his fists clenched at his sides.

Casper smirked wickedly at Jaehyung, his eyes hooded. "Is that an insult or a promise?"

Without giving Casper the satisfaction of an answer, Jaehyung lifted his fist to Jeong's door, knocking softly. The door was pulled open moments later by Jeong's roommate, Journey, whose lips were adorned with a soft smile and excitement danced in his orbs of baby blue. "Hey Jaehyung! Jaehyung's friend?"

"He's not my friend," Jaehyung mumbled, glaring at Casper.

"What he meant to say," Casper cut in, "was that he's actually my friend with benefits." Jaehyung almost choked at the words spilling from Casper's lips. Painted onto his thin lips was a smirk. "I'm Casper. Casper Roman."

"Oh, hey Casper," he chirped. "I'm Journey."

"Casper-fucking-Roman," Jeong spat menacingly as he caught sight of the caramel haired devil. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Not fucking your brother, much to my dismay," he replied, his tone low and almost seductive.

What the actual fuck?!

Jeong's jaw locked, fury flickering in his dark irises. "No, what are you doing standing in my damn room?"

"Well," he paused. "I'm waiting patiently for Jaehyung to let me give him a blow job. But, unfortunately, he hasn't caved in yet."

Journey's jaw dropped at Casper's response, shock sewn into his facial features. Jeong looked as if he was murdering Casper with a single glare. Jaehyung seemed rather annoyed. Of course, a devilish smirk was pasted onto Casper's lips. Because Jeong was focused on Casper's demise, he didn't notice when Jaehyung's body winced from the brutal blow he received to the stomach, his muscles screaming out in pain. Jaehyung was thankful for the distraction, however, because he wasn't looking to be bombarded with questions.

So for the time being, he was thankful that Casper decided to come with him.