Lookism (Gun Park And Goo Kim's Moments)

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I hopped into the car as we left the scene. Goo was here; it seems like he witnessed the fight. I looked at him, and he appeared annoyed. My mind continued to contradict about the scene. First, I dismissed Jake. Now I dismissed Johan, just like what the president wanted. We stopped at a Japanese takoyaki shop.

"Let's stop here," I told him. He looked irritated, but I offered him something that changed his expression. "Let's eat takoyaki."

I left the car as we stood in front of the takoyaki store. While the chef served our ordered food, he started to launch punches on my shoulder as I ate my takoyaki.

"Do you have any idea how much this car costs? What the hell are you gonna do to the wet seat, huh?" He asked me angrily. I got irritated with his nonsense. He can buy another one after all, why show tantrums?

"We're behind schedule as it is!" He shouted at me, frustrated. I kept myself quiet as my thoughts were surrounded by things that I needed to deal with. The work became double than we anticipated. "Are you a little kid? Is this all just a game for you, huh?"

"First Jake, now Johan too?!" He continued smacking my shoulder. It was already aching, giving me some sort of irritation and urgency from him. I clenched my fist as I held my stick in takoyaki while he continued ranting. "You think this is 'produce 101,' huh? Just unite the four crews yourself!"

I couldn't talk to him for the meantime since I was wondering about things.

'Hostel A is still lacking every month. Workers... There's no problem with it. Yamazaki is still well off even when I'm not there. Crystal-' Someone cut my thought when I felt some hot wet liquid fall onto my clothes as Goo laughed.

"HAHAHA, serves you right!" Goo laughed as the chef in front of me kept apologizing.

'I've had enough of these damn conflicts.' I thought as I looked at the chef, giving him my death glare.

"Talk about perfect timing," I said as I removed my sunglasses, giving the chef a killing stare. "You're so dead."

"Hm? The hell did you just say?" The damn chef asked as he removed his towel. It seems he wants a fight. Then I'll give it to him. After all, I need to burst out. "Oi, are you sure about this, you gangster?"

We were about to clash when someone shouted behind us.

"Seonong! What's going on!? Are you fighting again?!" I saw a guy asking the chef as he looked at me. My expression turned serious when I realized who it is.

It's been a long time since I watched his fight, and now I saw him personally. It's greater than I expected.

"I-irasshaimase," he said as I looked at him unbelievingly, but I kept my cool on it. Still an unexpected encounter as I saw him. It's Brekdak, a retired Muay Thai champion. I can believe that I met my... my idol. They kept talking as I focused on looking at him, still wondering if this is a dream. Suddenly, I didn't notice myself taking my pen and notepad out and leaning towards him—the guy I acknowledged the most.

"I'm a huge fan," I said as I looked at him unbelievingly. "It's an honor to meet you in person."

'I'm getting too excited.' I thought to myself as I handed him my pen and notepad. 'I need to keep myself cool.'

"Your 65th title defense match was a life-changer for me," I told him calmly as I smiled at him. "With the flying kick knee finisher with your right knee!" I exclaimed softly.

'It seems I can't control myself for being excited at all.' I thought to myself, as I chuckled inside.

"I'm still waiting for you to come back to the ring," I smiled as he took my pen and notepad. "It's a shame that you left without a student."

"N-no... What's your name, by the way?" He stuttered as he asked me while smiling. I'll never forget his smile.

"It's Gun," I told him as he wrote my name on my notepad and signed it, giving it back to me, saying, "Thank you for remembering me."

"And... I have a student," he told me as I got back to the car.

"I see," I looked back at him as I heard it and smiled back at him too. "In that case... I'd very much like to meet him someday."

Ending with those phrases, I hopped inside the car. Then...

"So tell me more about that damned production that you're planning to do?!" Goo shouted at me, surprising me for a second, and it fueled my anger.

Then we argued about his childish actions.