prodigal children || ft. fei
watch out || @feivc
junho often frequented pawn shops and the like, whenever stock was running low, or orders and demands were placed that required items out of reach. it just so happened to be the same instance, of having to leave the underground to hope for the best. it helped that he knew his way around weapons, as well as he knew the back of his hand. he could already feel his temper flaring under patronising of patrons, whom reckoned they knew more about the very things he revolved the majority of his life around. though it was through a frustrated groan, more so the aggressiveness of a growl, that he stood outside empty handed. ever likely they’d be out of stock. typical, he thought, through smoke drifting from parted lips and shallow breaths.
when someone else entered the store, the petty side of him was half hoping that, whatever she was looking for, was unobtainable, too. couldn’t help it. if violence wasn’t the answer to such situations, he could at least laugh to himself, through possibilities. cigarette butt thrown to the ground, the last remnants of burning tobacco wearing itself thin, that same person emerged from the store, seemingly without purchase. “did you manage to bag anything from that shithole? they always seem to fuck me over whenever i come here.”