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A group of five men sat at a worn out table, a young boy whom sported a blonde mullet sat across them with a smug smile.
"T-This can't be", one of the men stuttered, a fearful expression shown onto his face. "Well it is and ya know what that means fellas!", the boy cackled and jumped up out of his seat. The Sargent shakily stands from his own seat, motioning for the others to help as he begins to guide the boy out of the room. "Holy shit...you actually did it, Runa?"
"Damn straight I did. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, shithead", he shoots his now ex-inmate finger guns and a cheeky wink. The group of males whom treaded behind him carefully hung their heads in shame; in defeat. They couldn't believe they had lost a game of cards against a high school delienquent. Runa could practically feel the gloomy aura raining off of them, which only fueled his ego more― something that shouldn't be added to. He already had an ego too big for his body. Somehow and someway, he always had luck on his side. That was his ultimate weapon; it was something no one could surpass. No matter what, he always ended up on the lucky side of things. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Don't let me see you here again kid or next time, you won't be so lucky." Runa was shoved out, having received his items beforehand. He twirled around, making a heart with his hands and blew a kiss towards the Sargent. A snort left his nose as he watched the guards hold back the male from chasing after the blonde. He hummed loudly and skipped down the way to his destination. He had missed the fresh air of Korea, the smell of morning dew, the birds chirping and the rushing sound of people. He had only been stuck in Juvie for two years, but those two years had felt like a lifetime. He wouldn't dare to want to experience how it actually feels to be sentenced to life; it was something he wanted to keep secured at just imagination. Huffing and coming to a stop, he began to rumage through the small bag of his items, his eyes lighting up in excitement as he pulled his beloved phone and headphones out. "Ohhhh my baby, how Daddy has missed you. Never again my darling, we will never be apart again", he smooched his screen, ignoring the odd stares the fellow standbys gave him.
He nibbled on his bottom lip in anticipation, thanking the gods that his phone switched on. Now with music flowing in his ears, he continued down his path to his destination; the hospital.
