𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 002, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚

𝔒𝔫𝔢

"Oi!" Dae-Hyung grumbled when he felt a kick to his back, flipping them off without looking back. "You little shit!" Dae-Hyung yelped when he felt someone turn him around on the floor roughly to face whoever it was. Yes, Dae-Hyung was asleep on the floor. Again. Outside a café too. It's not, and partly is his fault he got kicked out of his grandfather's home...

again.

Him and his mother don't have the best relationship as soon as their father went missing. Went missing was a way to put it as Dae-Hyung had never even met the man before so he wasn't as heartbroken as his mother was. She would always say 'He didn't leave on purpose! He was kidnapped!' Whether that was something to make Dae-Hyung feel better about having a shitty father, he didn't know.

To add to his mother's story, apparently the man went missing sometime last year or whatever, Dae-Hyung not being home enough to keep track of a father. He, himself had lived at his grandfather's home for a while, a while being ten years exactly. He had only gotten calls from his mother as his grandfather lived in South Korea.

His grandfather was friends with two women, the three owning a shop each at the local market. Dae-Hyung's grandfather, on his mother's side, was an odd man, even though he wasn't earning much money-wise. He still had a bright smile on his face as he got moved by the police from street to street. Nowhere far away from his home, of course.

His grandson, Dae-Hyung, is 18 now and has decided gambling is the only was he can make it up for leeching off of his grandfather everyday for a literal decade. This one time went horrifically wrong. Long story short, Dae-Hyung believed that if he could win a couple million won in the span of seven minutes, he could win so much more. That was seven years ago and Dae-Hyung has survived casinos on that rule and is now in debt of a couple hundred million, he doesn't even know anymore.

He had honestly lost track of it all.

"I said, where the fuck is my two million won?" The man yelled, people quickly moving past them as to avoid the situation entirely. "Who?" Dae-Hyung asked, the man shoving him back onto the floor. "My money you said you'd give me three months ago! Where is it?" The man continued in the same tone, a girl stopping and watching the whole ordeal. Dae-Hyung stood up and rearranged his jacket, stretching his arms up and yawning loudly.

This caused quite a hard punch to the nose, Dae-Hyung yelling after his yawn and cradling the gushing blood. "Where's my money or I swear I will gut you!" The man spoke, Dae-Hyung putting a hand up. "Hold on." He spoke, reaching into his pocket as the man started to relax but still kept his stance. The girl's head tilted as Dae-Hyung gripped the man into whatever was in his pocket before he began sprinting away, the man yelling again.

"Oi, you prick!" The man yelled, the girl tucking her hair behind her ear and scoffing lightly as she walked away. Dae-Hyung wiped his hands on his white shirt, getting blood all over it as he sprinted through crowds of people, hearing a familiar voice yell out to him. "Please leave me alone, sir!" Dae-Hyung yelled, a woman screaming.

"He has a knife!" She cried out, multiple other people yelling as Dae-Hyung reached an escalator to a mall, looking back to see the man rapidly looking around for him with a knife in his hand. A large one. Dae-Hyung's eyes widened at the blade before he made eye contact with the man. Whoever he actually was, he had literal murder hunger in his eyes which made Dae-Hyung sprint past a small group of school children on a school trip and jump off the escalator quickly.

"You scumbag!" Dae-Hyung heard the man yell, quickly seeing a tall man in a grey tuxedo stood with a suitcase in his hand. Dae-Hyung wasted no time in grabbing the man's back, turning him around so he shielded the boy. The man looked too confused as he looked to the teenager behind him, the boy having blood on him- "Shit!" The man looked back to see the murderous man stomp like a child as people walked around him at a safe distance.