a drabble inspired by a song i've been playing on loop.
I'm in front of your house, so come with me and let's roll
Don't waste time, just grab my hands. I don't wanna let go
You are my downtown, baby
Your eyes are stars in the night sky
You are the dream I want to dream every day
Baby without you, I can't do this anymore
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You and Samuel have known each other since you were fifteen. He met you on his endeavor in uniting all high schools in Gangseo through violence. You sat beside him during gang meetings, shared his drinks with his arm around your shoulders. You offered him your home when he ran away from his own. You were there when he joined Big Deal, and stayed on his side during his days there. You were the comfort he sought when he was at his worst. You watched him get back on his feet and join Workers.
You, though he kept hidden from the world, were his favorite person, and now...
No. Nothing has changed since then.
You tried to reassure yourself as you took a drag of your favorite brand of cigarette, which also happened to be Samuel's preference. With that kind of history, you couldn't help but develop some kind of an attachment towards the man. So his favorite brand of cigarettes would eventually become yours too. That's just the way the two of you connect. Just that and nothing else. But God, did you miss him.
The smell of smoke couldn't cure your longing for him. So you put out your cigarette and left the balcony to go to bed.
You barely had time to see each other ever since he started working under a guy named Eugene. He told you that's the only way for him to accomplish his goals, to become king. Whatever "king" meant. You've been standing beside him through thick and thin, yet you never understood that crazy ambition of his.
It's only natural that both of you would eventually turn into strangers at this rate. Maybe it's time to let him go.
A honk of a car interrupted your train of thoughts. You reluctantly went back to the balcony to see whoever dared to disturb your peace.
It was Samuel, standing beside his Porsche, looking up at you. Cigarette between his lips. There was something charming in the way he let his messy hair cover half of his face. Your cheeks flushed from the sight. You cursed yourself for reacting the way you did, when you've decided to stop caring about him less than a minute ago.
"Come with me for a ride," he shouted. Crazy bastard didn't even care if it was the middle of the night and people were trying to sleep. But you were not in the mood to argue with him.
"Wait!" you shouted back. Those people had probably been awakened by Samuel's shouting anyway, so what's the use of keeping your voice down now?
You grabbed your jacket and rushed downstairs.
Questions flooded your head and all you could manage was "done with work?"
He shook his head. "My desk is still filled with them. I just thought I needed a quick escape," he said.
"Eugene will get mad tho."
"He won't if he doesn't find out."
That's just asking for trouble. Does he have a death wish or something?
"Judging from how you are so relaxed, I assume the fiasco in the Second Affiliate has been taken care of?"
"I wouldn't say it has. I can see more works coming up 'cause Eugene decided to..."
Samuel stopped himself mid-sentence and let out a sigh.
"Look, sweetheart...
"Fiiiine. I'll shut up", you fake-whined.
Samuel stole a glance at your face for a second before he directed his focus back on the road ahead. And it was the first time in three years you saw him smile so genuinely.
"You're the only thing that keeps me from going insane."
You scoffed at his unlikely cheesiness, hiding your smirk with the back of your hand.
"I don't remember you being sane at all."
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CHAPTER 407 OUT OF CONTEXT
Apologies in advance.
π©: "Excuse me, gentlemen."
π©: (seductively) "Are you perhaps looking for a sheath for your swords?"
π©: (begins to unwrap towel) "If you are, then-"
π€¦ββοΈ: "MA'AM, THIS IS MEN'S BATH."
π©: (quickly wraps body with towel) "Sorry!"
π©: (runs away)
π©: (turns around to wink at Samuel)
π©: (proceeds to escape men's room)
MY BOY SAMMY MIGHT BE A LUNATIC BUT HE'S ALSO KINDA UWU AT TIMES
Sammy boy be like:
"ME NOT WANT ELI. ME WANT JAKEY πΏπΏπΏ"
POOR MEOW MEOW JUST WANTS A SHOULDER TO CRY ON
I GOTCHU SAMMY I GOTCHU π₯Ή
COME TO MAMA π€
Jake. Hanging out with that guy would never be a dull moment. We would cook spicy ramyeon together, and do a lot of experiment with whatever food we found in the fridge during the process. Starting from some normal stuff like cheese, milk, and eggs to the most questionable substances that had absolutely no business in going into a pot of boiling instant noodles. Like soju and red velvet cake flavored oreo (soju would be my idea, and the oreo would be Jake's).
And then we would binge watch some sitcoms on netflix while sharing a huge pot of our freshly made experimental ramyeon. It would be so much fun.
Bonus point if we ended up fucking
if you were trapped in a room with a lookism character and could only leave after 24 hours, which character would you rather it to be ?
Big Deal is the Lookism equivalent of the Indonesian Preman Pasar.
I mean they both are groups of thugs in charge of guarding an area full of shops and shit (?)
I'd like to imagine that Seong Yohan went to Eli's hair salon for this haircut.
He looks fine af π«π
And it would be frickin' wholesome if Eli was the one who did his hair. My man has finally grown out of that hydra cut phase and gained some mad hairdressing skillz
Daniel and Zoe finally meet again β
Vin Jin is joining Allied β
Samuel's beautiful long lashes β
I mean, just look at how snatched they are
Box Hair Dye
You're trying to get a fresh new look. Jang Hyun helps you pick a hair color.
A/N: beware of a slight angst at the end.
You and Hyun went to different schools. Every day after school you took the time to go to Hyun's school so both of you could walk home together.
Today Hyun promised to go with you to get a hair dye because you said you're bored with your dull lifeless hair. You wanted to dye it with something vibrant, but you didn't know what color suits you best.
So that's why you needed Hyun, your best friend-slash-a beauty department student, to be your hair advisor.
You both walked to the nearest convenience store.
Hyun followed you to the cosmetics aisle and stopped beside you in front of a small display of box hair dyes.
You reached for a wine-red with your right hand, and a mint-green with your left. A big grin plastered on your face as you held both of them on each side of your head.
"which one looks good on me?" You asked.
Hyun frowned at your terrible taste.
He turned his head at the array of colors in front of him, paused for a moment, then looked back at you, and then at the display.
You were starting to lose your patience until he finally reached for a rose-gold one. He held the box on one side of your face.
"This one suits your skin tone the best," he remarked.
You put the red and the green back to where they belong and take the rose gold from Hyun's hand. Without a second thought, you put the box into your shopping basket.
"I'll take this then," you said cheerfully.
"Are you sure? I thought you hated pink?"
"You said it suits me and I trust the opinions of professionals."
Hyun chuckled, "you think i'm a pro? I haven't even got my certification yet," he said while looking at his feet.
You knew that facial expression too well as you and him have been friends for a long time. Hyun was doubting himself again.
You gave him a reassuring smile. "You will get one and be an actual pro hair designer in no time, Hyun. I believe in you."
It seemed to you that your words of encouragement haven't been successful in lifting up his spirits. You frowned at the thought.
"I'm sure Hyeeun would cheer you on too if she was still here. She would be so proud because you work hard for your dream, her dream. She would be very happy because you're such a good father for Yena." You poured your heart into every single word you said in hopes to see Hyun smiles.
And he did. He smiled so radiantly, you felt a slight pang in your chest.
"Thanks, y/n. I really need that today."
"It's alright, Hyun. That's what friends are for." You smiled.
Hyun, if only you knew that I love you so much I don't mind accepting the fact that you love Hyeeun.
Nvm about getting smashed to the ground....
This guy is FUCKING UPSIDE DOWN
BUT THE HAIR
THE HAIR IS UNMOVABLE
Hong Jae Yeol:
*gets smashed to the fucking ground
Also Hong Jae Yeol:
*bangs still intact
And yet everyone is still asking who's the strongest in lookism.
Give his bangs a personality and you get the most OP character in the whole verse.