kim seon woo moves in a apartment nearby his university, it was fine and to his liking it's spacious and minimalistic type for him. he is ecstatic in the fact that he finally lives on his own, alone. it's not that he have problems nor issues with h...
⌗ · ˚ ༘ ˙ author's note : not yet proofread! bear with grammatical errors and some minor mispelled words (if there are) anyway, boring chapter ahead.
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┃CHAPTER FIVE。 𔘓 〞it's been 3 days since that chaotic event happened and he noticed ni-ki wasn't in the establishment for about those days too. he's utterly glad that the aforementioned wasn't around. seon woo leaves his apartment room with a grin on his face—he's happy that there's no ni-ki around, he'll probably make his day miserable all day– thinking of ni-ki ruining his day makes him mindlessly gag and roll his eyes. he then made sure that his apartment room is locked, after that, he made his way to the elevator.
a sudden funny yet happy feeling in his stomach makes him a bit nervous and giddy. later tonight, it's his first day on job! he can't wait to work and give the customer a warm smile of his.
⊹-·ni-ki slumps his ass on the couch, head resting on the back pillow as he stares at the dirty white ceiling, pondering. it's been 3 days since he left his apartment and today is the same as the passing days, busy and hectic. he's extremely exhausted—there were events that he needed to take care of and those were holding an illegal race, doing some orders from his father that he certainly need to complete and do or else he'll get some nag. his father's family side owns numerous business–the name nishimura is in fact infamous in japan, they hold the title of one of the most largest and well-known family, and that's not because of the businesses they own but the other reason is because of being part of yakuza. sure, ni-ki finds it cool yet unbelievable to have a family that is actually a part of a gang but he doesn't really want to get involve in it.
and that's why he feels miserable not only does his parents give him bare minimum of attention and affection yet being the unico hijo—he needs to follow the family tradition which is basically accepting his fate to lead the next generation of yakuza but there is another option too if he doesn't want to lead a gang then he can be just a member of the gang. he heavily lets out a sigh, closing his eyes for a bit to just relax.
everything is just tiring, “riki, don't sleep on the couch. sleep in your room.” he hears yuta. he opens one of his eyes, “i'm not. i just closed my eyes to rest a bit.” he coldly replies, looking at the other with such fierce. yuta returns a concerned look, “sure, later you'll fall asleep. you need to sleep because–remember? you have a race.” yuta reminds him, ni-ki groans. racing is one of his playtime, it's his second favorite thing to do–mostly flaunting his vehicle and skills.
through racing or just taking a ride with his motorcycle ease his mind that has full of thoughts that he couldn't simply control, it takes toll of his emotions—though, in dancing he can pour all of his emotions, expressing how he feels–truly feels. “fine, wake me an hour before the race” he says with a demanding tone.
“yes, master” yuta banters along with a bow, ni-ki rolls his eyes at his playful tease. he's tired enough to respond so he just goes straight to his room. his hide-out isn't the 'abandoned' type but rather a simple modern house so each group of people—girls and boys have their own rooms so they can have their own privacy. he dives right into his bed and not long after his eyelids start to get heavy until he drifts away asleep.
ni-ki wakes up to a blaring sounds more like an alarm, he almost scramble away when he sees the older one, yuta, standing in front of his wide open door with a speaker on his shoulder. “awake now? come on, let's get you ready” ni-ki glares at him, he could've just wake him up with a simple shake.
he gets out of bed, “i'll take a quick shower first” with that being said, yuta leaves him all alone at the scene. ni-ki drags his body inside the bathroom and strips. he throws the worn clothes at the laundry bin and hops inside the shower area, closing the glassdoor behind him. he gently twist the shower handle and the shower head emits a cold freezing water which he doesn't mind nor faze at all rather he likes it, droplets of water drizzle against his head to his body like pouring rain.
it takes him for about 20 minutes to finish his quick shower. he dries off with the clean towel from the hanging rod. not long after, he hears a knock on the door. “you said quick shower, you're taking too long!” yuta complains, “too long? it's just 20 minutes” ni-ki retorts back while securing the towel around his waist, fleetingly opening the door almost hitting yuta.
“get out” ni-ki dryly says before shoving yuta aside, “okay, okay! no need to be violent” the other says in defeat. ni-ki goes to his closet, he hears the door closed shut.
⊹-·“hyung! that's why he's taking too long!” haruto whines pointing at ni-ki, yuta chuckles at the sight. “well it's his race? who wouldn't look cool in the race? right? there's a lot of people you'll impress.” ni-ki rolls his eyes at the two, “rei, momo, and sana! you three done? riki's ready!” yuta shouts at the stairs.
“yes! we're done!” the three of them shouts back in unison. the other members bid them goodluck before getting outside—the orange and pink hue with soft looking clouds painted the skies, the bright yellow orange sun lights the whole sky—the sun was setting and to him it's perfect, somehow it reminds him of someone but he'd rather not talk about it. “—ki, riki!” he blinks when fingers snapped across his face. “what?” he asks, voice laced with annoyance.
“we keep calling you, you're zoning out. the ladies are here, let's go.” with that being said, the six of them wear their safety gears before getting on their vehicle and driving off.
⊹-·seon woo yawns while looking at the clock, leaning with elbows resting against the cold counter and hands cupping his cheeks, squishing it. it's already 11 pm in the evening and he can sense that customers wouldn't come around for awhile—blinking rapidly, he feels his eyelids getting heavier. he close his eyes for a bit as he tries to balance his current posture. when he hears the a faint ring and door opening, he quickly stands straight and greets the customer with a quick light bow. “wow, you work here?” a familiar voice rings in his ear, he looks up to see who it was. he bats a glare but it quickly change into a concerned look. it was ni-ki, who then raise a brow at him. “what?” he asks in a monotone.
seon woo couldn't help but to be curious, “i-uh, what happened to you?” ni-ki shrugs his shoulder as he walks further close to the counter. “not your business, just give me a pack of cheyenne–peach flavour.” he gives nonchalant response. seon woo huffs out looking at the other with such expression, ni-ki have minor scratches on his face and a small bruise beside his lips, his leather black jacket has a lot of dust, rip parts and somewhat stomp marks and underneath his jacket, the black fitted tee was ripped at the side. seon couldn't help but to be worried at the other, it seems like someone beat him up but what ni-ki said was ture it's not his business. “whatever” he replies at the other and turns around to grab the pack of cigarettes that ni-ki wanted to purchase. he secretly fish out a small pack of bandage inside his pocket.
“anything else?” turning his heel around, ni-ki already placed a 20,200 won on the counter cue for seon woo to scan the item and indicating that ni-ki doesn't want anything more. he hands the cheyenne and he notice the visible bruises and fresh wounds on ni-ki's knuckle. it alarms him more, before ni-ki could turn around and leave, seon woo grabs his hand and puts the pack of bandage that he always carry around in case of emergency or clumsiness of his. wrinkles show up on ni-ki's forehead surprised by seon woo's gesture.
“i don't need this” ni-ki irritably quotes, tossing the pack of bandages at seon woo who tries catching it but to no avail, “you're hurt!” seon woo exclaims while picking up the pack of bandage that have gotten underneath the counter. he hears the door opens, he sighs. 'that ungrateful piece of shit'
