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a victor of underlying complexities but with fatal flaws of a past for reasons selfish and unpure. morally ambiguous, his tactics identify as less than ethical. he is the product of society that blurs the lines between good and bad.

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“You’re in my way. Could you move?” She muttered, the stranger had a surprisingly bothersome way of taking up all the space in the small alleyway, they seemed to move to the direction she had to go to the whole time, and all she wanted was to get home quick. “Come on, I don’t have all day.”

    he wasn’t all in such a rush for today. too many events in the day had him beat that he’d decided to lazily stroll around and find a place to say elsewhere than his own condominium. it wasn’t really the best place to be at after being bagged up on his own abode. hours before this demand having his ears perked in annoyance, someone has attempted to move him out, maybe take him out, too. dropped on the ground, head slammed on wood, and he could see stars. one of his foolish kidnappers pulled out a syringe and plunged it into his thigh, soon having his world receding and in a haze he becomes enveloped by memories. but of course, before all that could happen, he’d manage to press number one on his emergency phone.

    for safety measures, he’s entrusted his life on one of his disposable employees back at the academy. the only one who knew why he wasn’t actively monitoring the business when people thought he had nothing else to do but hop from one city to the other and some who believes he has more charities to tend to. but of course, that’s least likely the case. the response was surprisingly quick that he almost considered making him an underling officially but he was caught in a struggle with his captors. never mind. how stupid of them to only have three men in charge of taking him down, though. but then again, what can you expect from people who handles art? they knew nothing of chance, or seungri, or whoever else he was when they had that transaction, that’s for sure.

    fast forward to the day, he was still groggy of whatever substance it was that induced him of unconsciousness and he could still taste the rust in his mouth. he could still smell the stench of giant smoke stacks from the factory complex they took him in which by the looks of it, as far as his old man brain could remember, specialized in paper chemicals but now he’s dealt with whining he didn’t want none of. especially not in this state. he wasn’t particular cheesed off but he was tired. just tired that he could sit on the cold street and roll himself to sleep even though it was fairly early on in the day. in his defense, that wasn’t unreasonable for what has happened in a span of a half a day.

    and so he took his time. none of it was intentional as the stranger had claimed. “damn, what a sass. can’t you see how narrow this road is?” he retorted, eyes darting to the direction of the voice that came from behind. he couldn’t see at first who it was but it turned out to be a female of tiny stature. pretty face, sharp tongue. that’s not new. they’re usually this way but instead of being irritated, he’d become interested. what a weak heart he had, he’d excuse that for his sudden change of behavior. “what are you in a hurry for anyway at this time of the day?”

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“Are you sure? Are you suuure?” Sunmi tilts her head from side to side with eyebrows raised skeptically–albeit playfully. “Because just the other day you said you were gonna kill that guy for accidentally taking your coffee, so… how can I be sure–” At this point, Sunmi leans forward, pointing an accusatory finger at the young man, squinting at the offending splotches of dark red on the collar and sleeve of his shirt, “–that those are not from a murder?! Hah! Am I onto something?” She sticks her finger out even farther, assuming a superhero-esque pose. “Explain yourself!”

     he emits a sigh that was suppose to represent his dismay but there was no suppressing the laughter that dared to dangle off his lips. it was meant to be taken seriously. and though it might not be the case for the female, it was better that way. “don’t play detective now.” he swayed his body backwards, head turned away as his hand gently clamps on her finger. “can’t you see? i’m the one who took the damage here.” he stretches out his fist to her, lining a finger through the lesion on his knuckle. he’s not often in fist fights but he did get in trouble a lot. not that she needed to know. but the sincerity of his remark remains. he wouldn’t kill anyone, let alone for coffee. though it might prove true that coffee is the real devil here if he were look at his caffeine addiction.

     his evidence wouldn’t really ratify him innocent. he did what he had to do and there wasn’t even a pinch of remorse in him. he could admit to his deeds for all he cares. frisky as always, however, he’d decided to just play along. “i don’t know what to explain to you. ah, i’m too exhausted and even wounded!” he exclaimed, eyes widened and brows raised as he leaned closer briefly, emphasizing his feigned pain followed by another deep sigh. “i should be taken care of or i might die.”

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“Are you only saying that because you’re in the lead?” Her vision was fixed on a game screen as she moved in time with the dancing silhouette. She hadn’t played Dance Dance Revolution in years and planned on doing it alone, until an unfamiliar gentlemen took it upon himself to join in. A crowd of other gamers gradually formed around the two as they danced in sync, Sohee’s eyebrows knitting together as she spoke. “I don’t know if I agree.”

     he tittered over the female’s remark which was tinted with irritation. before he even approached and joined in, she already looked like she was in a punching mood instead of a dancing mood with the scowl she had on. he laughed at first, seeing as she seemed like a kid about to throw a tantrum but her monotonous voice implied otherwise. he was very much a dancer. reason why it was easy to get the hang of the game besides the fact that he’d been good at it when he was younger, but if he were to visit such places, he wouldn’t be playing this for sure. though what’s worse, now there was an audience. 

     he hadn’t notice how well he was doing and he could only get a glimpse at the other, careful not to miss anything on his side. “why not? you’re not that far off.” said chance with a smirk plastered on his face, not leaving anytime soon.

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     his runner makes a sharp left and yun’s determination only grows twofold. if he loses this lead he’s done for. the one person who knows a thing or two about eunjin’s disappearance and in the same city, too? he can’t afford to let this go. fatigue doesn’t seem to be a thing for him until the chase imposes a corner cut. he’s outwitted in footwork, legs crossing over in an awkward fashion as he stumbles against both knees, mouthing curse words in his mother tongue. and now the bastard’s over ten metres ahead of him. the shadow of a smile makes his blood boil as he carelessly turns in to a secluded alley, unmindful of where his runner was headed or if indeed it had been the same person. before long yun finds his sight is actually fading. darker and darker in to an abyss until nightfall claims victory, his body slamming in to a stranger whom he’s convinced is the same runner, and his first instinct was to land one or two blows on the sorry male. 

“ fucker! where did you hear this? where is she?! “

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     smoke hung in the air as he took a long drag from his cigarette, nicotine filled his lungs. he was just there, minding his business. it wasn’t often that he smoked. only times when he was stressed and this was it. someone didn’t know when to shut their mouth. you’d think it’d be him but no. in the end his well-thought plan blew apart. he wasn’t the smartest, he could admit to that. but whenever he’d have something schemed, it wouldn’t have many flaws. brooding wasn’t a customary but he’d found himself doing so. he eventually laughs it off and as if he’d been on some dope, but now he’s seeing an old friend running towards him out of nowhere. he seemed furious, though. the smile smeared across his dashing appearance diminished just as quickly as he threw a punch at him. he wasn’t satisfied with one, he needed to it twice.

     he would have punched him back twice as hard but there he was talking freakish about some “she” and someone who’s heard about it, apparently. who the hell? why’d he have to take it out on me? these were his thoughts. he’d pushed him by reflex, brushing off his clothing. they were expensive, alright, and now they’re all crumpled and along that, he’s gonna be waking up with a bruise. would have been okay if it was anywhere else but it was on his face. though this wasn’t a first, that was all levels of irritating to him. he had a gig in the next two days. big crowd. socialite community and all. “who the fuck are you talking about?!” he groans, cupping his face; the pain evident in his expression.

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She stared at the male warily and slowly shook her head. That was all she could even think or say to him. What the hell was he thinking in the first place. Why did she even let him into her room? Why did she even decide to stay at the share house instead at the apartment where no one knew where she was hiding. All the questions but that didn’t seem to concern her at the moment. It was the man who sat there that concerned her. It was that single question— no it was that weird comment that came out of his mouth. Of all the things he could’ve said… he  decided to say that. That asshole. What the hell did he even mean by sloth?!

“Chance, get yourself together. Don’t make me slap you, I swear to god…”

Trailing off, she buried her face into her hands again. Not caring about a single thing in the entire world. She was sleepy from the lack of rest during the past week. It was horrid and she wished this upon no one unless they wanted some sort of death like experience. Maybe that was just a exaggeration but it really did feel like a death like experience. It drained her more than it should, she had absolutely no energy for anything— not even getting up to go to the bathroom was an option. It was that bad.

But what made it worse was that Chance decided to make some smart ass comment to her puppy that she had brought over to the share house for the day. He was simply just hanging around her room until he had to go out to do whatever he had to do. Laptop on his lap and her few months old dog was sitting in between her and the male, flickering his ear a few times in response to the words that seem to be exchanged in between the humans. Sloths, of all the things that he could compare her to… and not to mention he had the audacity to bring up the fact that she was snoring for the first time in a long while. Like it was his first time hearing her snore. “Just because I’m as lazy as a sloth can ever be when I’m dead tired and almost sick… doesn’t mean you have the damn right to call me one. And what do you know? They probably do make noises so… you shut your mouth.” Wow, how pathetic was that ending of her ending. Who knew she was going to come up with something like that. “Don’t even say another word because I might want to kill you when I get my energy back…” Murmuring, Seulgi felt her energy drain more and more as she talked and it was all his fault.

     his eyebrows knitted closely together. he’d held onto her wrist after a few pets on the furball lazing around much like its owner. “stop trying to seduce me,” said chance in a monotone before flashing a grin at the ill-looking female’s direction. maybe his grip was a bit too tight, she’s not the type to admit so. she liked to act tough. not that he’d say she wasn’t but he didn’t know for sure what she was capable of. the cheeky expression was the only way he could think of getting away with his instinctive action. “damn... you and your kinks. they’re always crazy violent.” he continued, letting go of her wrist before winking and letting out a chuckle exuding mischief. 

     it was just his personality. there was no changing it for anyone. somehow, even though seulgi would often be irritated by his antics, they’d managed to become close. not so much but enough to say they were comfortable with each other, just like this. it could be because there wasn’t a choice, just that they’re stuck with one another all this time they’ve known each other.

     what a bad move, he’d thought. if she hadn’t said anything about her being too tired to do anything about anything he says, he would have stopped right then but it was all the more reason to tease the female. she couldn’t do anything about it, right? “you dum dum,” he ruffles her already disheveled hair fresh from slumber. “why’d you tell me that when you know I could use it against you, silly? by then you’d forget i said anything because i always say something.” he shook his head, shoulders lifting at every chuckle he let out. there was truth to that. he’d comment here and there, it was often. he was witty enough to come up with something every couple of minutes. at least, he thinks so.

     and again, another slip. was she really this impulsive now? naive? he didn’t remember her this bad. maybe she was that exhausted or maybe he didn’t know her all that well. nonetheless, he’d seen her as a little sister. she acted exactly like one. whiny and a bit demanding. hostile to the point of violence. he hadn’t seen it firsthand, as in a hands-on fist fight. he didn’t wish so, however. being in a cruel environment that condoned all sorts of physical brutality, he could only hope for friends and kin alike to keep out of the dirty streets. “sloths do make noises. you know, cute squeaks. the ones you do when you feel like pulling all those feminine wiles on me. but not so much as those roars when you sleep. that’s more like a lion. what do you even dream about? damn, you’re wild even in your dreams.”

     with just that, he still wasn’t satisfied. he enjoyed poking fun at her. although, he hoped she wouldn’t take it personally later on. “alright, miss sloth. do you need me to carry you to the bathroom or something? i’m sure at this point you’re just holding back a piss. if you’re that tired, i can help you out. no need to be shy.”

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     art. what was it about art that attracted people? chance had not much knowledge about it. he’d have friends around who appreciated it. some who glorified it, even. but he was never inclined to any of it. the closest he was to this creative activity was through music but even that, he wouldn’t say was his strongest suit. nonetheless, his condominium was looking dull. a friend suggested some decoration. what better would it be but a painting against the plain walls of his abode. and so his venture into an art museum ensues. he then very classically meets a woman, one that interpreted what was a mystery to him. 

     he took a quick liking towards the female more than the paintings he’d bought. to him, she was like a conundrum waiting to be figured out. the thought of that entranced him despite his despise in the idea of quandaries. somehow, he’d managed to bother her with hanging out every now and then. they were very much friends yet he was enthralled that he’d find himself feverish when it’s time to meet her. casual hang outs among tranquil places eventually felt too idle for the male and after some time, he’d managed to invite her into bars which she seemed to enjoy much more if not equally. this became the routine for the pair. a couple of drinks and whoever was a little more sober would take the buzzed one home.

     this time, as unlikely as it seemed, it was yoobin. chance would laud her for her ability to hold her liquor much better than he did. who would have thought she’d be the one slumped over the male after all this time? she must have had a strong urge to let loose, that’s what he assumes. a smile was ingrained into his features through the whole walk home. not his. hers, of course. she was maybe one of those girls he had not a single malicious thought over but he wasn’t any less fond of the female. upon their arrival, she’d been talking. venting, it sounds more like. but chance hadn’t idea what she was trying to say. is she usually like this? he thought to himself, leaving her awhile to take a leak but as soon as he comes back, he’d find her with a knife.

     anyone playing with a knife doesn’t sound good no matter what angle you look at it, let alone an intoxicated woman. he panics, naturally. he jumped up and scurried, not sure whether he had zipped his fly up. “what are you doing with that?!” he yelped, grabbing a hold of the knife. she was surprisingly strong and she doesn’t look like she’d be letting go of it that easily. “what the fuck?! let go of it!” he insisted further, applying just a bit more force. anymore and he’d probably have himself bloodied and he can’t manage having his smooth skin getting scarred once more. “noona! what the fuck!! get your shit together!!!” 

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     the first time was when she waved at him. the smile of a celebrity. radiant and glamorous. she flaunted her teeth; white, shaped, and clean. even he felt conscious at first. he’d waved back, sharing the same enthusiasm as the unfamiliar female only to find that it was for another person. second time, was when she’d seen him vomit after a few drinks. wasn’t his fault! he’d been sober for some years. it just so happened that it was a dear friend of his that invited him to join in on some drinks, one he couldn’t say no to and she was there as well as luck would have it. he wouldn’t have imagined a third time but there he was, caught choking on peanuts by her. who chokes on peanuts, anyway? he’s asked her for some water, which she did give, but first he had to watch her laugh about the situation as he struggled. 

     that laugh of hers. it was adorable at first but after a while he’d disliked the silence of it. he would often ask if it was done just to torment him. maybe she knew it irked him in some way. not completely but, still, it was enough to feel like he was getting pissed on. he’ll get his revenge one day, he would tell himself but the more he got to know youngji, the more his views changed. the realization came after at least some months into their friendship. he’d been looking deep into her actions. even in years of knowing one another, he’d shrugged off the thoughts and convinced himself it was just a fluke that she’d been witnessing him in his not-so-best states. it wasn’t all too bad either way. by now, he hopes to prove to her that he’s actually cool like he’d always say.

     he’d taken her with unbearable privilege for a private date on his yacht. nothing romantic between them, he was sure, at least. who knows if the girl liked him any other way? he was good looking, no? he did his best either way. roses scattered on an ample segment of red carpet unfurled over the floor of the saloon area. on the table, placed was a bucket of wine, aged to perfection. just like youngji, sort of. they weren’t often together. they couldn’t be. he was much too occupied with his... job but he’s seen her grow at least for a few years. the change was drastic, even he was surprised. and to put up a picturesque setting like that was almost impossible not to misunderstand. he knew, but again, he had no care for what the outcome could be.

     leading the female to into the room, he sighed in relief. he prepared for it very diligently before they met up and he was just satisfied to see how modish his surprised looked like in result of his hard work. arms stretched towards the view he’d like to call ‘sophisticated,’ he stood proud beside her and spoke up with a smug expression, “well, what do you think? is oppa cool now?”

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she could only lower her head and pinch the bridge of her nose to inhale deeply, “You’re like one of those people who owns the ticket to my attention. So of course… of course. Anything for you.”

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     and another sigh escaped his florid lips, his hand resting on his waist and the other subtly wiping the non-existent sweat on his forehead. “ah, see. this is what you do. I lose my composure around you.” he shakes his head, hanging it low momentarily before flashing another cheeky smile at the other. “but you know it’s the same for you.” he cooed, poking her shoulder and mimicking a giddy laughter similar to a teenage girl’s bumping into their crush.

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     he heaves a sigh as well, but his face showing an idyllic expression. “I’m sorry. I thought it was the perfect time.”

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“missed you?” replied the florist in a smug tone, dropping the pair of gardening shears and a stalk of roses on the desk before kicking on the wooden floor to turn her office chair, revealing to the person whom the voice belonged to the cheeky grin that was plastered on her face. “whoever said that?” of course she was joking, how could she not miss him? but before he could even protest, she had thrown her arms over his shoulders, pulling him in a tight embrace. sueji wasn’t even the type to show affection, but geez, this man was always the exception to the rule. “don’t leave me again, please?”

    he saw that coming. sueji was a sweet girl. always was, always will. she would try to pull the initial cold shoulder and hostility that chance would sometimes throw at her, but she’d always end up like this. arms wrapped around him in a tight but comfortable, mutual embrace, and they’d be melting into each other. other times, she would even be apologizing. it was just how things were between them. ever since kids, chance would be the monster that sueji forgives endlessly. he chuckled to himself, placing a soft kiss on top of her head as he slightly swayed her along with his own body. he’d left her former words alone as it is, he just wanted to relish in the moment. it has been a long time. a very very lifetime, it feels. “no, I won’t. you won’t have to ever worry about that.”