gangster ⋆ pyeon sang-wook (DISCONTINUED)

three

In Do-yun's perspective.

He was surprisingly fun to talk to, even if he wasn't responding. He probably wasn't even listening. But it felt nice to have someone listen to you go on and on about how you're afraid of the dark or why you don't like the color orange. Orange is a lousy color; say I'm wrong.

I stopped hearing my phone vibrate. The service was working again. I took my phone out of my pocket to see why it shook.

20 messages.

Three missed calls.

God, Ji-soo acted as if we lived thousands of miles away. The constant vibration of it was irritating him. Sang-wook looked at me, then towards the phone.

"Sorry... It's Ji-soo." I gave a small chuckle and stood, walking away from the couch to call her back. She didn't give me a chance to say hi when I answered. She started yelling at me. Ji-soo acts like my mom, even though I'm older! ... only by three months. I put her on speaker, just in case something was told and Sang-wook also had to hear it.

"Where the hell are you?!" Ji-soo screamed. "You need to get down here; it's crazy! Mr. Kim is on the floor passed out, and some lady is fussing because her daughter is still outside, a dead guy is on the floor, and some kid just came out of the elevator looking like he was kidnapped!"

The last sentence caught Sang-wook's attention. I noticed him staring at the tape on the ground, then back at me. I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"What do you mean by the last thing?" I folded my arms.

"Some kid- adult, I don't know, but he looks young. He came out of the elevator, and he looked like he had gotten into a fight with someone! His face is bruised up, he's bloody, he has a black eye, his clothes are covered in blood too, and he can barely walk!"

Sang-wook's expression went from blank to nervousness. He turned away from me. I nodded my head slowly. "And where'd he come from?"

"The elevator. Get down here, and if there's anyone else on that floor, you should bring them." Before I even got to respond, she hung up. I turned to Sang-wook, who still had his back turned to me. I marched over and sat next to him.

"Do you know anything about the boy?" I'd tilt my head. He shook his head, but it was apparent he was lying.

"Well, come on. We need to go downstairs." I'd stand, poking him on the arm.

He lifted his head to look at me. I held my hand out for him, but he wasn't falling for anything. He grabbed my wrist and stood, grabbing his shirt and leaving his room. He kicked his door closed.

As we walked to the elevator, he let go of my wrist to put his shirt on. I couldn't help but watch. How was a man like him single? Besides the somewhat messy room, he seemed to be a neat freak. He was calm, kept to himself, and didn't feel the need to make a scene wherever he went. Not to mention, he's tall and muscular with a soothing voice. He also seemed to be good at defending himself. A row of knives was on his wall, all different sizes but sharp.

If Jae-heon weren't here, Ji-soo would probably follow Sang-wook around just because of the knives. She told me about how she wanted a katana instead of a bat, which I couldn't help but agree on.

Sang-wook caught me staring, which caused me to jump slightly and avert my attention elsewhere. He didn't pay it any mind and clicked the elevator button, allowing me to walk in first, and he walked in after. At least he had manners.

We stood in the elevator silently. He didn't even look at me, but I looked at him. Something about him interested me, but I don't know what.

As we hit the first floor, I could see all the commotion downstairs. A woman and some more solid arguing because her daughter was outside, Eun-hyuk and Jin-ok arguing because Eun-hyuk and Yi-kyung didn't know whether to stay still or move, and the kid who looked beaten up had been following Ji-soo and Jae-heon around like a hawk. He had a hammer and everything.