Jeontugi High School
Investigation
That night, I researched other schools in the area to see if the mysterious fighters had come from one of them. The only one I knew of that was in existence was the disgraced school, and I highly doubt they would be from that school. It didn’t have to do with martial arts. The only school in Korea that did deal with martial arts was Jeontugi High. There were a few entertainment schools, but there was no way in hell these kids were from that one. They were from somewhere that dealt with fighting. I’m now starting to suspect that the principal has it out for us, and may have brought in some college kids to take us out. Could that be what had happened? Some of these kids definitely looked to be in high school, just like us.
Pulling out my phone, I tried to call Ricky, but his phone was off. He was probably at work. He worked at a power plant, which wouldn’t offer much help to me. I would just have to wait until he got off work.
I sat in my room, writing down points of investigation.
1.The school has only been around for 23 years. Why? And why is it so tightly based on fighting, and not school?
2.Why did the adults have to decide what we did with our lives? It obviously wasn’t set in stone. Control?
3.How far did this control go? What it the government controlling somehow?
4.Why only in Korea? That was strange. Did our parents know of this system and how it really was for kids growing up?
I set the paper down, staring at it. What was the big secret here? There was something going on. I heard the door open and smiled at Jimin. “Hey, sexy.”
He glanced at me, placing a finger to his lips. “I don’t know if this is allowed. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like getting in trouble.”
I frowned at him. “That’s not how you felt last night. What happened? I thought we were going against the rules, babe. I certainly want to with you.” I began to push him back toward the bed, but he stopped me.
“I do. It’s not that, Changjo. I hurt from the fight earlier. That guy really kicked my ass, that’s all,” he offered a lopsided grin. “I don’t even like to fight…At least you have more skill at it and can win most of the time…every time except for once last year.”
I rolled my eyes. He was jealous. “Yes, I do win quite often, but that’s because I’ve trained for a long time at it. I’m sorry you got beat badly.”
“Yeah, and you won all of your fights,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be saying that.”
I glared at him. “No shit! You’re jealous of my fighting skill because my dad drilled it into my head to beat people up, when your parents didn’t. You obviously had a normal childhood. That must have been nice. Don’t get mad a me because your parents treated you like a normal kid. Lucky you!”
Jimin shook his head and got in bed. I was aggravated that he would finish this. He was just going to let it go at that, after he was the one that was pissy. Whatever, Jimin.
I noticed that he went to sleep. That was a good thing for him to do right now. I wasn’t too happy with him. He was jealous of my fighting skills that I didn’t even want. Shaking my head, I turned back to my computer. I stopped before I could write anything, thinking about something he had just said. Looking over at him, something occurred to me. Why wasn’t he treated the same? What was different about hi parents? Did they have connections of something? What if this really was something from the government.
Turning to my phone, I noticed that Ricky had texted me. Sighing, I opened it.
‘Something happened, starting yesterday. One of my co-workers was acting strange, which is totally out of character. He came in grumpy, but seemed like a completely different person when he walked out of the office. Either he got the best blowjob of his life…or he was on something. I don’t know what’s going on, but it may be coming from the office. Today, that same guy is completely shut down. As I said before, he’s like, on a drug or something. Could that be what they are giving everyone? Could the control from childhood come from drugs? I guess we’ll see.’
I texted back immediately. ‘Sorry. I was dealing with an issue of my own…and it wasn’t a blowjob, before you ask. I’ll be applying at your work soon, so just hang tight, okay? We’ll get to the bottom of this. Right now I’m dealing with the new kids that I think we sent by the principal. Be careful, chingu.’
I went to bed that night feeling a pit in my stomach. This didn’t sound good.
*******************
I was set to fight the next day, against one of the kids from the other school…or wherever they came from. I gathered with my friends, including Jimin. He hadn’t spoken to me all day, and I wasn’t in the mood to start something. “Okay. We need to beat these guys. I’m pretty sure they were sent here to intimidate us. We need to just kick their asses. Just do whatever it takes to win, at this point.”
“What do you think is going on here?” Zelo looked nervous. “What did you find out, hyung?”
“Ricky texted me with more info about the system, and it’s seriously fucked up, from what we can tell.” I licked my lips. “He thinks it has to do with control. Real control, somehow. This school may be the tip of the iceberg. This may go further than school, and I’ll find out how later. Right now, we just need to win. Got it?”
The fights began with the younger, just as before. This time, the same kid was against Jungkook. The poor kid looked terrible, with bruises on his face where he had been hit. I cursed under my breath, turning away from his fight. I was surprised when I heard cheering from my friends. Jungkook had won, beating the other kid. That had taken me by surprise.
I noticed the librarian there again, watching the fights. How did he find the time to watch? Wasn’t he supposed to be in the library?
When they were set against the others kids, my friends beat them. That was a good sign, seeing that the school wasn’t getting away with whatever they were doing. The principal looked nervous, which was good. Whatever they were trying to do here wasn’t working.
I wasn’t surprised when I was set against the biggest of the kids. I was quite certain that the principal had done that on purpose, being the bastard that he was. The big guy tried his best to beat me, but I cut him down as I had others in the past. He was just a big brute, being used by the school. Knocking him out, I finished the fight. When I was leaving the ring, I glared at the principal. He stared back at me blankly, as if I wasn’t there. Bastard.
*********************
That night, I reported everything to Ricky before Jimin came into our room. I hoped he wasn’t still mad at me. Ricky didn’t have any more news for me, so that was good. I would be allying at the Power Plant soon enough.
When Jimin walked in, I smiled at him quietly. He looked tired and worn out, sitting down at his desk to do his homework. Walking over to him, I kissed him on the neck. I saw his cheeks punch out as he smiled and placed a hand over mine. “I’m sorry about last night, Changjo.” He said, glancing back at me.
I kissed his hair. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for fighting with you and getting touchy. I know this is tough on all of us. I just want to get through this and be done. Thankfully, that’ll be this Spring. We’ll be free of it all.”
Jimin turned around and stood up. “I know. Are you sure we’re not just over-reacting on this? Is it really a threat, or is this school just normal?”
I shook my head. “It’s certainly not normal. There’s something going on in the school system and also in society. I’m pretty sure it has to do with control. We just need to bear with it until we can do something about it. I think we have done all we can about the school. It’s time to move up the food chain.” I kissed him on the collarbone, biting gently. Jimin groaned, his head falling back. That was my vantage point to suck more.
Pulling him against me, I braced him against the bed as I thrust against his cock. He was as hard as a rock.
Jimin cursed, pulling his pants down, along with his underwear. “You know, it nearing the end of the semester. I don’t want to leave here without having you in me, fucking me as hard as you possibly can and cumming deep inside of me.” He pulled me down for a kiss. “I don’t see a problem with that happening now. It’s not going to make much of a difference if it’s now or next year, except that I won’t see you for a while, if we go to different colleges…” He kissed me again, this time at the nape of the neck. I was my turn to groan, a sound coming from deep within me.
“Okay,” I said, feeling nervous. I pushed my pants off all the way and moved over him. I was careful to brace my weight on my arm as I reached behind him and prepared him gently. His muscles were so tight against my fingers as I inserted two and began scissoring them. Jimin arched his nice plump ass up to meet my fingers, making me even harder than I already was. Damn it, he was sexy. Jimin grinned at me. “That’s enough. I can’t take it anymore. Just get in me already.”
I laughed at his eagerness but it mirrored my own. Removing my fingers, I ran my hand over my cock, lubricating myself. Placing my cock against his entrance, I pressed in carefully. Jimin arched against me quickly, pressing me in more. That was my cue to thrust in all the way. He honestly wasn’t as tight as I thought he would be, which was a sign that he was more experienced than I was.
Jimin took my hand and pressed it against his nice, firm back muscles. “Fuck me, babe. I’m not fragile. You can’t break me in two with your cock.”
I laughed. “Cocky little bastard,” I didn’t waste any time, thrusting in as hard as I could. I hit his prostate, making him cry out in pleasure. I began hitting it very time, and he sounded like he was about to die. It was incredible. I started to make short, sharp thrusts into him, never completely leaving him. We were not being quiet, as I was now groaning and moaning from the feeling of his walls around my cock. I thrust roughly, making sure to make him scream. Feeling myself getting close, I rammed into him. I came inside of him, feeling my hot, sticky cum running out of him. I felt him cum on my stomach, and it felt amazing, but incredibly hot. Pulling out of him, I kissed Jimin fiercely. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
He kissed me back. “You’re hot…and pretty amazing. I don’t think anyone will be in the showers, if you want to head over and take a shower with me…They wouldn't hear us,” he whispered in my ear.
I chuckled against his collarbone. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Pulling out my phone, I tried to call Ricky, but his phone was off. He was probably at work. He worked at a power plant, which wouldn’t offer much help to me. I would just have to wait until he got off work.
I sat in my room, writing down points of investigation.
1.The school has only been around for 23 years. Why? And why is it so tightly based on fighting, and not school?
2.Why did the adults have to decide what we did with our lives? It obviously wasn’t set in stone. Control?
3.How far did this control go? What it the government controlling somehow?
4.Why only in Korea? That was strange. Did our parents know of this system and how it really was for kids growing up?
I set the paper down, staring at it. What was the big secret here? There was something going on. I heard the door open and smiled at Jimin. “Hey, sexy.”
He glanced at me, placing a finger to his lips. “I don’t know if this is allowed. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like getting in trouble.”
I frowned at him. “That’s not how you felt last night. What happened? I thought we were going against the rules, babe. I certainly want to with you.” I began to push him back toward the bed, but he stopped me.
“I do. It’s not that, Changjo. I hurt from the fight earlier. That guy really kicked my ass, that’s all,” he offered a lopsided grin. “I don’t even like to fight…At least you have more skill at it and can win most of the time…every time except for once last year.”
I rolled my eyes. He was jealous. “Yes, I do win quite often, but that’s because I’ve trained for a long time at it. I’m sorry you got beat badly.”
“Yeah, and you won all of your fights,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be saying that.”
I glared at him. “No shit! You’re jealous of my fighting skill because my dad drilled it into my head to beat people up, when your parents didn’t. You obviously had a normal childhood. That must have been nice. Don’t get mad a me because your parents treated you like a normal kid. Lucky you!”
Jimin shook his head and got in bed. I was aggravated that he would finish this. He was just going to let it go at that, after he was the one that was pissy. Whatever, Jimin.
I noticed that he went to sleep. That was a good thing for him to do right now. I wasn’t too happy with him. He was jealous of my fighting skills that I didn’t even want. Shaking my head, I turned back to my computer. I stopped before I could write anything, thinking about something he had just said. Looking over at him, something occurred to me. Why wasn’t he treated the same? What was different about hi parents? Did they have connections of something? What if this really was something from the government.
Turning to my phone, I noticed that Ricky had texted me. Sighing, I opened it.
‘Something happened, starting yesterday. One of my co-workers was acting strange, which is totally out of character. He came in grumpy, but seemed like a completely different person when he walked out of the office. Either he got the best blowjob of his life…or he was on something. I don’t know what’s going on, but it may be coming from the office. Today, that same guy is completely shut down. As I said before, he’s like, on a drug or something. Could that be what they are giving everyone? Could the control from childhood come from drugs? I guess we’ll see.’
I texted back immediately. ‘Sorry. I was dealing with an issue of my own…and it wasn’t a blowjob, before you ask. I’ll be applying at your work soon, so just hang tight, okay? We’ll get to the bottom of this. Right now I’m dealing with the new kids that I think we sent by the principal. Be careful, chingu.’
I went to bed that night feeling a pit in my stomach. This didn’t sound good.
*******************
I was set to fight the next day, against one of the kids from the other school…or wherever they came from. I gathered with my friends, including Jimin. He hadn’t spoken to me all day, and I wasn’t in the mood to start something. “Okay. We need to beat these guys. I’m pretty sure they were sent here to intimidate us. We need to just kick their asses. Just do whatever it takes to win, at this point.”
“What do you think is going on here?” Zelo looked nervous. “What did you find out, hyung?”
“Ricky texted me with more info about the system, and it’s seriously fucked up, from what we can tell.” I licked my lips. “He thinks it has to do with control. Real control, somehow. This school may be the tip of the iceberg. This may go further than school, and I’ll find out how later. Right now, we just need to win. Got it?”
The fights began with the younger, just as before. This time, the same kid was against Jungkook. The poor kid looked terrible, with bruises on his face where he had been hit. I cursed under my breath, turning away from his fight. I was surprised when I heard cheering from my friends. Jungkook had won, beating the other kid. That had taken me by surprise.
I noticed the librarian there again, watching the fights. How did he find the time to watch? Wasn’t he supposed to be in the library?
When they were set against the others kids, my friends beat them. That was a good sign, seeing that the school wasn’t getting away with whatever they were doing. The principal looked nervous, which was good. Whatever they were trying to do here wasn’t working.
I wasn’t surprised when I was set against the biggest of the kids. I was quite certain that the principal had done that on purpose, being the bastard that he was. The big guy tried his best to beat me, but I cut him down as I had others in the past. He was just a big brute, being used by the school. Knocking him out, I finished the fight. When I was leaving the ring, I glared at the principal. He stared back at me blankly, as if I wasn’t there. Bastard.
*********************
That night, I reported everything to Ricky before Jimin came into our room. I hoped he wasn’t still mad at me. Ricky didn’t have any more news for me, so that was good. I would be allying at the Power Plant soon enough.
When Jimin walked in, I smiled at him quietly. He looked tired and worn out, sitting down at his desk to do his homework. Walking over to him, I kissed him on the neck. I saw his cheeks punch out as he smiled and placed a hand over mine. “I’m sorry about last night, Changjo.” He said, glancing back at me.
I kissed his hair. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for fighting with you and getting touchy. I know this is tough on all of us. I just want to get through this and be done. Thankfully, that’ll be this Spring. We’ll be free of it all.”
Jimin turned around and stood up. “I know. Are you sure we’re not just over-reacting on this? Is it really a threat, or is this school just normal?”
I shook my head. “It’s certainly not normal. There’s something going on in the school system and also in society. I’m pretty sure it has to do with control. We just need to bear with it until we can do something about it. I think we have done all we can about the school. It’s time to move up the food chain.” I kissed him on the collarbone, biting gently. Jimin groaned, his head falling back. That was my vantage point to suck more.
Pulling him against me, I braced him against the bed as I thrust against his cock. He was as hard as a rock.
Jimin cursed, pulling his pants down, along with his underwear. “You know, it nearing the end of the semester. I don’t want to leave here without having you in me, fucking me as hard as you possibly can and cumming deep inside of me.” He pulled me down for a kiss. “I don’t see a problem with that happening now. It’s not going to make much of a difference if it’s now or next year, except that I won’t see you for a while, if we go to different colleges…” He kissed me again, this time at the nape of the neck. I was my turn to groan, a sound coming from deep within me.
“Okay,” I said, feeling nervous. I pushed my pants off all the way and moved over him. I was careful to brace my weight on my arm as I reached behind him and prepared him gently. His muscles were so tight against my fingers as I inserted two and began scissoring them. Jimin arched his nice plump ass up to meet my fingers, making me even harder than I already was. Damn it, he was sexy. Jimin grinned at me. “That’s enough. I can’t take it anymore. Just get in me already.”
I laughed at his eagerness but it mirrored my own. Removing my fingers, I ran my hand over my cock, lubricating myself. Placing my cock against his entrance, I pressed in carefully. Jimin arched against me quickly, pressing me in more. That was my cue to thrust in all the way. He honestly wasn’t as tight as I thought he would be, which was a sign that he was more experienced than I was.
Jimin took my hand and pressed it against his nice, firm back muscles. “Fuck me, babe. I’m not fragile. You can’t break me in two with your cock.”
I laughed. “Cocky little bastard,” I didn’t waste any time, thrusting in as hard as I could. I hit his prostate, making him cry out in pleasure. I began hitting it very time, and he sounded like he was about to die. It was incredible. I started to make short, sharp thrusts into him, never completely leaving him. We were not being quiet, as I was now groaning and moaning from the feeling of his walls around my cock. I thrust roughly, making sure to make him scream. Feeling myself getting close, I rammed into him. I came inside of him, feeling my hot, sticky cum running out of him. I felt him cum on my stomach, and it felt amazing, but incredibly hot. Pulling out of him, I kissed Jimin fiercely. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
He kissed me back. “You’re hot…and pretty amazing. I don’t think anyone will be in the showers, if you want to head over and take a shower with me…They wouldn't hear us,” he whispered in my ear.
I chuckled against his collarbone. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Notes
Rated M for Sexual Situations
