Fearless (Hyunjin Centric)

Chapter Two: Purple Cheetah Print

It wasn't odd for my older sister to make random visits, and she would often stop by a couple times a month to check in on me. I found it really sweet that she still cared so much even though I'm already 19, and I often look forward to her visits.

Our parents died in a car accident when I was 12, and as my new legal guardian - stated in our parent's will - Kayla took me in and raised me on her own. She was 19 then, the same age as I am now, but she somehow managed to keep us financially stable while dealing with a moody preteen who just lost the structure in his life.

A part of me always hated our parents for putting Kayla through that, but I understand a little now that I'm older. Kayla is my only family, and my parents weren't too big on making friends. In fact, they rarely considered others to be anything other than acquaintances. The only one who would be willing to look out for me would be Kayla, and we did have plenty of help financially thanks to the large amount of wealth given to us by their will.

I grew up reliant on my sister, and we bonded a lot during the years. I still feel bad for putting her through my rebellious faze. God only knows she was stressed out as it was, but I would often lash out at her, break curfew, and even wound up in jail once. Now that I'm out of that, I try to make it up to her. This may sound cringy, but she's like my best friend. She's seven years older, and because she raised me she definitely has her parenting moments, but we're still incredibly close, and I know I can come to her with anything, as she can me.

Even though I moved out, I still see her often thanks to her visits, and that's why I'm not at all surprised to see her chilling on my couch when I get back from work.

"Sup." Is the only greeting I get as all her focus remains on the television, and it's clear she made herself at home by the multitude of snacks decorating the coffee table in front of her. I'm used to it though. Half of the junk food in this house I got specifically because she likes it.

"Glad you came over, but why are you still up? It's already 12:30." I hang up my jacket and helmet before joining her on the couch, laying my head on her shoulder as she absentmindedly runs her hand through my hair.

"You always have the most interesting work stories, I wanted to hear them tonight while they're still fresh in your head." I chuckle at this and she mutes the tv, only to turn to me expectantly.

"Usual flirty customers." She cringes in slight disgust and I quickly move on. "Oh! Frankie paid me the usual even though I only sang one song. Can you believe that man?" She smiles. "Don't let that kind of employer go."

"Wasn't planning on it." I sink back into the couch slightly, questioning how to tell her the next thing. She supports me and all I want to do, but she still worries about me working in a bar because of bar fights and the gang members that for some reason seem to gather in our town. "There was a fight between this angry guy and a table dude." She quirks an eyebrow, though doesn't question verbally as she's used to my nicknames by now. "This kid- well, not really a kid. He looked to be about my age-"

"So a baby." She cuts me off and pinches my cheeks teasingly, and I swat her away. "Let me tell the story! Anyway, He was thrown into a table by this angry guy going on about a new drug variant and how the guy shouldn't know about it. I stepped in like the badass I am, and security came and took him away. I then quoted a TikTok and was jumped by Allison. The end." I end the story with jazz hands like I do every time, and she looks at me, concerned.

"That kid, is he in a gang too?" I stop my jazz handedness as I ponder the question. "Well, that would make sense seeing as how he knew about Stigma-" She snorts at the stupid name. "- and why he was talking to the guy about it. He was probably trying to gather information, which means angry guy was probably connected to one of the main sellers or producers of it." She nods along, used to the gang talk as her job was in law enforcement.