Kulap tried to hold in his laugh until Daewon finished, but failed as soon as he heard the bit about selling dirt, doubling over in laughter. “Oh my god. It’s our future.” He sat back up, trying to compose himself enough to finish talking, though he could do little to hide his excitement as his voice rose in volume. “I got it. You were selling expensive dirt. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to take dirt out of a country, right? So maybe you were selling smuggled sand from that beach with pink sand or maybe sand from like—the Kardashians house. You can make sand art too. I had a sand art at home, people buy them all the time! You could be really successful. The shoe box though, I think we can scrap. I think I’d make a lot of money in a cute dress and I’m willing to share my wealth. It’s understandable, not everybody can be the best maid in the world.”
daewon shook his head, “my future is going in a different direction then i wanted it to.” he whined, letting out a small laugh. he was glad the other found his dream funny, however. he hoped that this wasn’t actually his future, however, he wanted to be an idol. not selling dirt. he listened to the other, letting out a loud laugh as he was speaking. “maybe it was expensive dirt... oh god - so not only am i selling dirt i’m selling illegal dirt... this isn’t where i wanted my life to go. how did i go from idol trainee to selling illegal dirt and kardashian sand? honestly - your life plan is going great compared to mine! you could actually get a good career out of wearing some cute dresses, i’m just going to get arrested for illegal dirt and sand selling”
