✓ the great pretender ; jong gun

sixteen

# BLONDE !

Standing by an empty road, M/n found himself tugging on his neck tie once more. Loosening it.

On his other hand was a milkshake he ordered, and it was half-way finished. It was pretty good but the only thing that bothered him about it is how it only mostly consists of ice cubes. The majority of the drink was ice.

And he gets that it's because it's a milkshake, but shouldn't they shave the ice first?

There goes his money to the waste.

Before he could complain further in his thoughts about his drink, a car pulled up in front of him and the window to the driver's seat rolled down. It was Gun, as expected.

"Hop on." It seems like he was a little short on patience today.

"Yo, bestie!" The window to the backseat rolled down and it revealed a familiar face. No wonder Gun's patience was cut short.

"Goo!" M/n greeted. It's honestly been a while, maybe like 2-3 months since he last saw him?

He opened the passenger's seat and closed the door shut as soon as he positioned himself in, soon pulling the seat belt over himself.

"You didn't tell me he was coming too." M/n nudged his head towards Goo's direction. "If I had known, I would have dressed more presentable." He joked.

"Why so?" Gun spoke up without glancing at them. "If it had been only the two of us, you would dress more unpresentable? What does that mean?"

"Jeez, take a joke, Gun." Goo snorted. "It's not my fault M/n likes me better."

Gun only released an annoyed sigh.

"Well, it means I'm more comfortable to dress casually around you. Even though I only wear suits in the majority of our time." M/n tapped his chin, he did give it a thought. He hoped he gave a satisfactory answer to ease Gun's nerves.

"What's this?" Goo looked between them from the backseat as he leaned a little forward. "You two are starting to get along pretty well." He was suspicious.

Last time he saw the two together, they barely spoke any word.

"Of course, we work together. We're bound to get accustomed." M/n shrugged.

"Well, you do have a point." Goo leaned back before spotting something at the corner of his eyes. M/n was drinking a milkshake! Just his luck- he was getting thirsty. "What's the flavor?" He asked eagerly.

M/n processed his words before looking at the shake he was drinking.

"Uh, well, it's berries and cream." He replied.

"Doesn't matter! I'm thirsty and my throat's gonna dry up at any moment now. Let me have a sip."

"Sure, I guess." M/n turned to his side before holding the shake out for him to drink. But before Goo could plunge his lips over the straw and devour the whole content inside the plastic cup, Gun casually took off the straw with his one hand while the other remained on the steering wheel.

"Hey! How do you expect me to drink it now?!" Goo was furious.

"Gun?" M/n was confused.

"Save the turtles." Gun replied coyly, ignoring the furious insults that Goo was throwing his way.

"To hell with turtles! How am I supposed to drink now without the straw?!" Goo yelled and he had too much energy for someone who's throat was drying up. The plastic cup doesn't allow for the lid to be taken off too, the straw was basically the safest way to drink.

And yet, Gun decided to be a pain in his ass.

Gun returned the straw, but before anyone could do anything, he dragged M/n's hand that was holding the shake and took a mouthful sip from the drink.

Goo was disgusted.

"Here." Gun held the drink out for him. Taunting. M/n was a little lost by the whole situation.

After using M/n's used straw, purposely. It was natural for the blonde to not want to share the same drink as Gun.

"Never mind. I'd rather die from dehydration." Goo huffed, turning away.

"You say that and yet, you plan to drink the club's alcohol supply dry, don't you?" Gun pointed out.

Goo only crossed his arms against his chest.

"Wait, did you say club?" M/n perked up, glancing at Gun who's eyes remained on the road. "I thought we were going somewhere else?"

"A change of plan. The only reason Goo decided to join at the last minute was because he found out the venue will be in a club." Gun explained bluntly.

"I see. . ."

"Please, the only reason you hid it from me this entire time is because you wanted all the girls to yourself, am I right?" Goo retorted stubbornly. "Bad news for you, Gun. They only like you when I'm not there."

"As if I care about those things." Gun glared through the rear view mirror.

M/n was once again lost. So, they have been there before? It would actually be his first. Plus, he was underage. Was it really a wise idea? But then again, as a swindler- when has that ever stopped him?

"Hey, M/n- what type of girls do you like?" Goo turned his attention to the boy, a grin evident on his face.

Gun's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Girls? Well. . . I'm not sure." M/n nervously replied.

"I like the uptight ones! The ones who are usually rule-obedient but have a wild side to them. Exciting, huh? I like them smart too. Maybe someone who would offer me banana milk in my bad day and has overbearing parents." Goo went on.

"Wow, that's oddly specific. It's great that you know what you want." M/n shrugged. "But I haven't given much thought to it. Girls are the last thing on my mind right now."

"Then, boys?"

"What?" M/n nearly choked on his spit.

"Am I right? Do you prefer guys?" Goo grinned mischievously. "Don't worry, I don't judge. Much."

Such question that not even M/n questioned himself was enough to leave him speechless. Did he like guys or girls? He doesn't know. Not a single clue.

"That's enough." Gun told the blonde off. As much as he was curious about M/n's answer, he could see how the boy was at the point of collapsing. He must still be really confused.

"I was joking." Goo laughed off. "I'm kidding, M/n. You'll know what you prefer eventually as soon as we get there."

And M/n couldn't be more skeptical.