Request by @CrazyAce49
Alright here it is and I hope you like it. I tried to keep to everything. It was fun to write this.
Relationships: Vasco's older twin, and love-interest of Gun
Notes: Busan is a port city in South Korea, south of Seoul."So Euntae, you seem super excited for me to go to your school's festival. I have to say I am too. I can't wait to get back to Seoul, and see you with all the friends you've made while I was away," (Name) spoke into her phone. She had just gotten a call from her younger brother Vasco before getting ready to step into the "ring".
(Name) had gone from living in Seoul to living in Busan in order to pursue jobs she just couldn't seem to get in her home city. The tattoos she had going down her arm were to blame.
Her G.E.D. had helped her set herself apart from other dropouts, and landed her her current day-job as a newly appointed manager at a convenience store. Despite working a legitimate job at night is when she made the most of life; (Name) fought in underground matches. She got double the money, as her convenience store job, for fighting, and it was fun for her. It was a rush to be able to punch and kick people without much of a care; a few sore losers had given her some scars for the beat down she gave them, but she never stopped.In fact she had been ready to kick ass again before Euntae had called to invite her to his school festival. (Name) always found her brother cute. He would stick by her side so much he was like her sidekick. When she had left for Busan it had been hard to convince him to stay in school in Seoul, but his friend Jace was (Name)'s leverage. She got Euntae to stay saying he'd be playing the part of Heroman from then on. Now it had been a few years and (Name) was going to see her younger twin in a week, as well as meet his friends.
She was excited. Full of energy she hung up her phone, after wishing Euntae a goodnight, and was ready to fight.
"Hey there short stack. Why don't you step away, so I can take the money and your face can stay nice. It's the only thing you've got going for yourself anyway; I would hate to ruin it for you" her opponent mocked.
(Name) rolled her eyes. She was already done with this loser. "I'd say the same to you, but I can't seem to find anything that "you've got going for yourself". And so the match began.
________One Week Later_______
(Name) made her way towards the exit of the train station. After three hours on the train she was finally in Seoul and able to see her little brother. Of course when she saw him at the exit of the station, she was quickly reminded the only thing that made him little was the six minutes separating their birth.
She jogged up to him "Euntae!" she calls out while hugging him. "It's been years since we've actually been face to face. You've gotten so much bigger, and with muscles, tattoos, and a mustache. Is this because someone was bothering you?" She started to become more intimidating and overbearing "I'll kill them Euntae. Where are they? I don't care when it happened I'm here and I'll do it now".
Euntae had to calm her down, and explained what happened once she was gone, and how everything got dealt with. (Name) understood, but swore to herself she would find the punks who messed with her brother and rip them a new one.
After her oath to defend Euntae, that very boy was finally able to get her out of the train station so she would stop being in peoples' ways.
"So Euntae. Tell me about your friends and this group you started "Burn Knuckles".
Euntae smiled "Well their's Jace. We use telepathy to find each other" (Name) looked at her brother strangely before remembering how gullible he was. She missed a few other friends being mentioned. ".-and Jace and I started Burn Knuckles". (Name) nodded pretending like she heard the whole story. "You can meet them at the festival. I told them you'll be there".
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FanfictionHaving started to really get into web comics I decided to dedicate an xreader book to them, but I've only had the desire to write for Lookism so here's a book-full for you. P.S. Requests are closed