Гибель | Lookism

➽Ch. 1 "Stains"

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Heartless - The Weeknd

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╰┈➤ ❝ Never need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ Said I'm heartless, so much pussy it be fallin' out the pocket ❞

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There's a tense air as soon as (Y/n) lands in the capital of South Korea, he's tired, irritated, and the change of languages is messing with his head. Yeah, he knows Korean, but it's rusty and an almost 16 hour flight from New York doesn't help his memory.

He's getting off the plane and checking his phone, trying to change services as to not waste data all while he's heading to the gate. The murmurs and gossip around him is hard not to miss,  some pointing at him before quickly looking away as soon as (Y/n) raises his head to eye around. There's some dumb sign in the way that dangles and (Y/n) just nearly misses it by ducking a little and gently moving it to the side with the hand he has occupied with his phone, sighing as he gives a semi-unimpressed expression. Koreans can be tall, why assume the average height has to be the baseline limit for hanging up signs?

(Y/n) is sure he'll find some other people complain about the same thing.

Collecting his luggage, (Y/n) heads to the exit where he's suddenly bombarded with a flash, making him blink and sneer at some 15 year old girl who yelped and hid behind her friend.

"I'm sorry!! I thought you were DG!!" She apologized profusely, flipping her phone around to show (Y/n) how she deletes the phot, the possible back-up of the photo, the history of her taking his photo, then the lack of code that reveals she no longer has any possession of it. All while her hands shook violently and her friend attempted to size him up, which wasn't working at all when (Y/n) tightened his expression and made her gulp.

"Fuck off with the camera shit" He sneered, replying in a bit of a choppy Korean from the long flight as he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he shoved past the large crowd of girls and their 'Welcome back DG!!' signs. The girl nodded and replied with some sort of variation of "YES; SORRY" while (Y/n) walked away, dragging behind his luggage. 

The rest of his things would be shipped in later in the month, in the meantime he has to-

"Excuse me, (Y/N)!" 

Turning his head to the left, he spotted the man who would be looking after his and act as his guardian.

Mok Hyun-Ki, a long time friend of his father who decided to take care of (Y/n) in case of anything. Both of them exchanging a melancholy look, for their meeting wasn't supposed to be like this and under these conditions. Mok Hyun-Ki is 37, a few years younger than his dad who had died when he was 40.

"Ah. . . Ki?" (Y/n) asked, not too sure how to call his guardian now, he had been reassured that he didn't mind having a nickname but (Y/n) wasn't too sure how or what to name him exactly.

"King" He answered, smiling softly while (Y/n) couldn't help but offer a little smile as well. 

"King?" (Y/n) hummed, following besides his guardian who looked up at him, grinning as he spoke "I thought it would go with Ki is all" 

The screams of fangirls didn't make either of them turn to stick around and see who would walk out of those doors, yet King went ahead and gave a brief explanation on who DG was anyways to fill (Y/n) in on the music culture. Getting a hum from the tall teen as he spoke, looking over his shoulder to look at the pink-haired singer walk out with an absurd amount of body guards.