Systemism

Hyeonwoo (2.1 [Samgawi])

As Samgawi stepped into the house, he took in the familiar scene. The two-story house was neat and modern, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually surrounded their lives. It was their sanctuary, tucked away from the madness of the streets—a place where they could drop their guard and just be themselves. 

The polished wooden floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the subtle scent of incense lingered in the air, a mix of sandalwood and something floral that Jun Hao insisted on burning. The walls were lined with a few personal touches—a couple of framed photos, a well-worn couch that Seol-Jin practically lived on, and William's training corner where his wooden katana hung like a relic. It wasn't much, but it was home. Here, they could find some semblance of peace amidst the storms they weathered outside. Samgawi felt the tension ease from his shoulders as he stepped fully inside, greeted by the quiet comfort of their shared space. The crew was already here, each of them reacting to his arrival in their typical way.

Samgawi took a moment to settle into the chair, glancing around the room at the familiar faces. This was his crew—different in every way, yet somehow they all fit together like the pieces of a mismatched puzzle. They weren't just comrades in a gang; they were brothers. Even in their silence, the air felt thick with an unspoken bond.

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Jun Hao, his Vice-Head, had that philosophical way about him. Always absorbed in a book, like the one he was engrossed in now, he often seemed detached, lost in thought. But Samgawi knew there was more to it—beneath that calm exterior was a mind that never stopped, always analyzing, always strategizing. Jun Hao was their thinker, their strategist, but he also had an uncanny ability to lighten the mood, to bring humour into even the darkest moments. Right now, his attention was entirely on Thus Spoke Zarathustra, the pages turning silently in his hands.

Jun Hao: 178 cm, 71 kg [Vice-Head]
[C+, C, A+, B+, C]

Samgawi settled into his chair and glanced over at Jun Hao. 

Samgawi: "Anything good in there?"

Jun Hao didn't look up, his gaze fixed intently on the text. 

Jun Hao: "It's Nietzsche. He's never not interesting."

Samgawi chuckled, leaning back in his chair and stretching his legs out in front of him. 

Samgawi: "You make it sound like we're all stuck in a time loop. You buy into that eternal recurrence nonsense?"

This time, Jun Hao's head lifted slightly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. 

Jun Hao: "Maybe. It would explain why you order fried chicken on repeat. Every few days, it's like déjà vu with you."

Samgawi (shaking his head with a grin): "Touché,"  

Samgawi: "But you've got to admit, some things are just too good to change. Besides, if I'm destined to live the same day over and over, I might as well make it a tasty one."

Jun Hao closed the book for a moment, looking thoughtful. 

Jun Hao: "True. But if we're living the same day repeatedly, you'd think you'd get bored with the same takeout. I mean, you could at least switch up the sides."

Samgawi laughed, a deep, hearty sound. 

Samgawi: "Ah, but there's a method to my madness. If the fried chicken brings a little comfort and familiarity, why mess with it?"