Han Jisung is a "broke" collage student who works his ass off to be able to pay his debt to his own parents. Even after all the hardship, they put Jisung his so-called " parents " suddenly ask him to pay millions of dollars for all of the things the...
After 2 hours of intense focus and creativity, Loui unveiled the completed combat cloth with a triumphant flourish. The room was filled with a tangible sense of anticipation as Jisung's eyes widened at the sight before him.
"Voilaaa, look at my masterpiece," said Loui, his smile radiant with pride as he presented the cloth like a magician revealing a long-awaited trick.
Jisung's jaw dropped in awe, his usual cool demeanor momentarily shattered. "Oh my goodness, Loui... it's so freakin' gorgeous!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm spilling out with an exclamation that punctuated the room.
The combat cloth seemed to have a life of its own, shimmering with an ethereal beauty that captured the essence of Han Jisung's dynamic personality. The colors danced in harmony, and the intricate details told a story that resonated with Jisung on a profound level.
Jisung circled the cloth, his eyes taking in every detail. "This is beyond anything I imagined. It's like you've bottled up my essence and turned it into fabric. How did you even do this in just two hours?"
Loui winked playfully. "Ah, the secrets of a skilled craftsman. Let's just say, a little magic, a lot of passion, and a dash of creativity went into every stitch. Plus i wanted to create something that truly represents your unique personality and style."
Jisung nodded, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You've definitely nailed it, Loui. This cloth screams 'Han Jisung' in every way. The colors, the patterns, everything is just perfect."
Loui's eyes sparkled with delight. "Thank you, Jisung. Your words mean the world to me. It was a labor of love, and I'm thrilled that it resonates with you."
Jisung gently ran his fingers over the fabric, feeling the intricate embroidery. "The attention to detail is incredible. I can see the dedication and passion you've put into every stitch. It's truly a work of art."
Loui blushed, humbled by Jisung's praise. "I wanted to create something that not only looks beautiful but also tells a story. I wanted it to reflect your strength, resilience, and the unique energy you bring to everything you do."
"Anyways, is this all you need? I mean, you didn't come to the mall just for a combat cloth, right? That's not really Han Jisung," Loui added.
"You really know me, huh? Well, my original plan was to first get a regular combat cloth and then go find some kinda weapon," Jisung said.
"So, I'm guessing you wanna buy a weapon for some sort of mission or something?" Loui said.
"I didn't exactly say it's for a mission," Jisung answered.
"Lucky you, my guy! I also sell all types of weapons. From guns, scissors, pistols, to all kinds of drugs," Loui smiled.
"Loui you are a freakin hero"
"I know Sung. Now let's go find your new weapon" Loui guid him to his weapon room
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""Here we are, welcome to my weapon room," said Loui excitedly. "Pick which one you like."
Jisung just stood there in shock, overwhelmed by the plethora of options to choose from. Each weapon gleamed menacingly under the dim light, and the variety was staggering.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Jisung finally spoke up. "Um, Loui, do you have the kind of weapon that can, you know... incapacitate a target quickly? Like, something for a clean, swift kill, or maybe a weapon that can put someone to sleep for a while?"
Loui grinned mischievously, sensing Jisung's intrigue. "Ah, I see what you're getting at, Sung. You're looking for something discreet and effective. Let me show you a couple of options."
Leading Jisung to a different section of the room, Loui presented him with a sleek syringe gun and a small vial of potent sedative. "This little beauty here," he said, tapping the syringe gun, "delivers a powerful sedative that'll knock out your target in seconds. And the best part? It leaves no trace behind."
Jisung's eyes widened with fascination as he examined the syringe gun. "Wow, that's... impressive."
Loui chuckled. "And if you're looking for something with a bit more... finality, I've got just the thing." He reached for a slender, razor-sharp blade with a polished ebony handle. "This dagger is designed for precision and efficiency. One stab, and it's lights out for your target."
Jisung hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. "Thanks, Loui. I think I'll take them both."
Loui grinned, satisfied with Jisung's choice. "Excellent decision, Sung, is that all you need?"
"Yup, that's all I need for now," said Jisung.
"Okay, then do you want to pay now?" the man asked.
"Sure, let's go."
As they made their way to the cashier, Loui suddenly grabbed Jisung's hand and pulled him into a staff-only room.
"Loui, what's going on?" Jisung whispered.
"Shhh, there's someone outside, and it's neither my manager nor my colleague."
They remained silent until the footsteps grew louder.
"Huh? I never knew a clothing store had a weapons room," said a mysterious figure.
"Well, well, well, isn't this interesting, Bob? It seems the ex-son of the Han family is looking for a weapon," chuckled another mysterious person.
"You're right, Felicia. Maybe there's someone helping him besides those bastards from yesterday," said Bob.
"We should inform Mr. Han about this new discovery in ***** Mall," Felicia added.
"Okay, let's go," said Bob.
And with that, they departed, leaving Jisung and Loui puzzled.
"Did I leave the door to this room open?" asked Loui quietly.
