This is the Thanks I Get?

"oh shit! you're awake!" He-sung gasps "It's been 6 days! Are you-" Ji-hoon cuts him off "Oh shut up!" Ji-hoon grumbles "Wheres my tha-.." He-sung tries to talk but Ji-hoon continues "You want gratitude?" he sneers, his eyes glinting with amusement "From me?" he continues "Ha! You're delusional. I don't do gratitude. I don't do emotions. I do what I want when I want. And right now, I want you to shut up and get out of my sight." Ji-hoon hisses, his voice dripping with venom as he pushes He-sung away, his hand shoving He-sung back into the chair "You wasted 6 days on me? You're the stupid one, not me. I got exactly what I wanted out of this situation. And what I want now is for you to leave." Ji-hoon says, his voice cold and detached, as he gazes at He-sung with utter disdain

"I FUCKING SAT FOR 6 DAYS BY YOUR DAMN SIDE..AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?"


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What will a boy do when he bumps into his harsh soulmate?

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He-sung walked with purpose through the bustling streets of Korea's city, his eyes taking in the vibrant and colourful surroundings. The bright neon lights of the shops and restaurants illuminated his path, casting a kaleidoscope of colours on the crowds of people. He felt the city's energy pulsing around him, a dynamic and electric force that seemed to infuse every corner of the streets. He inhaled the scent of the city, a heady mix of spices, exhaust fumes, and people, and felt a sense of exhilaration building within him. The streets were teeming with life, with street vendors selling their goods, performers entertaining the crowds, and people doing their daily business. As he walked, he noticed the intricate details of the architecture, the ornate designs of the buildings, the intricate carvings of the statues, and the vibrant colours of the flowers and trees lining the streets.


Soon then, he bumped into a stranger. "Watch where you're going, shit face!!" The stranger shouted with fury and rage surging through their veins "Relax... I didn't even see you!" He-sung replied with worry and fear. "You piece of shit!" The man yelled "I told you! I didn't see you!" He-sung stepped back in worry as the man stepped closer "Listen here, you shit." the man threatened "I know when someone is lying, you bitch"

He-sung backed up into a wall "shit.." he murmured. "You better apologise for that one, shit face." The man blocks He-sung's path "Chill... I'm sorry" He-sung looked down in shame. "Fuck you." the man said, his words like a knife to the head as he walks away.

He-sung walked away, embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He enters his home to find a paper on the doorknob. "What's this?" He asked and grabbed the paper "Eviction Notice. Please pay your rent before January 15th or you'll get evicted. Sorry and thank you." He rubbed his eyes in fear, shock and disbelief "Wh-..what..?" he croaked out

He walks out the door, trying to find a job since it was January 2nd "Shit, shit, shit" he mumbled and entered a building, asking around for the boss, "Please...I need a job, I beg of you.." he pants out. The manager shakes his head and harshly asks He-sung to leave immediately.

Days pass by, and it is already January 14th, 11:47 pm. No one accepted He-sung for a job. He sat on his couch, sobbing. Knock knock. He looked up at the door and opened it, it was the landlord. "He-sung, I'm sorry but you've had enough time, I extended it to a month for you but the deadline is over." He said, with a hint of mournfulness.



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A year later, He-sung spent his life on the street, looking for a job. No one ever accepted him at all. He always blamed himself as he always sat in an alleyway. People would turn their heads and whisper since he was homeless. Like the stereotype, homeless people are drug abusers. But he wasn't.

One day, the same man walked by and dropped his wallet in front of he-sung and he debated if he should steal it or return it. "Should I?" He questioned himself


He-sung decides to steal the wallet, running away with it. As he looks through it, he notices 100,000 won and a credit card, his eyes begin to widen "Holy shit..." he mutters, a grin forming on his mouth "How amazing!" he whispers

Someone approaches him and snatches the wallet "What the fuck?" The person yells it was the man that he stole from "Oh! Uh! I found this wallet on the floor! I was about...I was about to give it to you! Don't accuse me like that!" He-sung said in a fearful tone. "Don't play games with me, I'm not stupid, plus, no one accused you of anything, but now..." The man continues "You just exposed yourself." He says.

"I swear! I didn't know it was yours!" He-sung mutters, a slight hint of fear in his voice. "Fine, you've chosen your fate." The man says, landing a large hit to He-sung's forehead. He-sung passes out due to the large punch to the head.

The next day, He-sung wakes up in an unfamiliar bed "What happened..?" He mutters. A familiar face enters the room. "I didn't even hit you that hard! How'd you pass out?" the man asks in an annoyed tone, he genuinely doesn't care about He-sung but doesn't want to ruin his reputation. He-sung winces as he sits up, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. "I don't know what happened," he replies, trying to collect his thoughts. "Thanks for... bringing me here, I guess." The man grunts in response, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. He-sung can sense the tension in the air, but he's grateful to be alive and not lying in some alley." I'm Ji-hoon," the man grumbles in a slightly annoyed tone. "I unfortunately hit you too hard so you passed out. Also..go to the shower on your left..you stink" He-sung nods, feeling a mix of confusion, relief, and gratitude toward Ji-hoon, who is quite a complex person.

He-sung steps out of the shower and changes "I'll be out now.." he mumbles. "Whatever man, do whatever!" Ji-hoon grumbles in annoyance. As He-sung left Ji-hoon's home, his emotions were in disarray, a mix of shame and frustration clouding his thoughts. He strolled through the bustling city streets, hoping to find solace in the vibrant surroundings. Along the way, he encountered a group of five young Korean girls. As he passed by, he couldn't help but notice their hushed giggles and exchanged glances, which made him feel self-conscious. Despite their unkind behaviour, He-sung chose to maintain his composure and dignity, determined not to let their hurtful remarks affect him. The girls' names were Yuna, Soo-jin, Hye-won, Ji-hye, and Min-ji. 

As He-sung continued walking, he couldn't help but notice the increasing volume of whispers and giggles coming from the group of girls. Feeling unsettled, he paused and turned to address them. "Excuse me, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from making such comments," he said in a measured and polite tone. Despite his diplomatic request, the girls continued their whispered conversation. Taking a deep breath, He-sung raised his voice slightly, "I kindly ask you to stop." His words were firm, yet respectful, as he sought to communicate his feelings without escalating the situation. The girls exchanged glances, and one of them responded, "Oh, look, he's trying to act all high and mighty now." They start to giggle and they walk away. "Tch..whatever.." he-sung mutters. He-sung wandered through the bustling streets and eventually found a small alley tucked away from the city's commotion. With a heavy heart, he entered the narrow passage, carrying a small box of his belongings. Looking around, he murmured to himself, "I guess it's somehow a living space." He settled in the secluded alley, finding shelter and solitude amidst the chaos of the city. Days turned into months as he made the alley his temporary home, finding solace in the quiet corner away from the judgmental gazes of the world. 

As He-sung sat in the alley, his gaze stumbled upon a rowdy scene outside a local bar. Amidst the chaos, he caught a glimpse of Ji-hoon amid a heated altercation, his fists clenched as he engaged in a bar fight. Shock and concern washed over He-sung as he watched the tumult unfold, unsure of whether to intervene or simply observe from a safe distance. The sight of Ji-hoon embroiled in the scuffle left He-sung with a sense of unease, stirring conflicting emotions within him. He-sung hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to assist Ji-hoon. He supported Ji-hoon and guided him back to his house, where he could address Ji-hoon's wounds and bruises. As they arrived at his place, He-sung focused on providing the necessary care for Ji-hoon. He places him on the bed and sits down on a chair beside him, leaning back and falling asleep.

 Two days in, He-sungs pov: Ji-hoon still hasn't woken up yet...I'm worried... Argh! why am I worried for an ignorant brat like him?! He surely is annoying... what is this feeling? and why do I feel like this..?


To Be Continued. HA!! (I don't have a cover for this story :sob:)