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•🥀GOOD MEETS BAD .4🥀•
"This isn't safe.."
"Of course it is babe. Calm down." They were sitting on top of the ledge of an abandoned building and the fact that they weren't supposed to be there in the first place bothered the boy. Wonpil looked down from the building and saw how tiny everything was, and it was making him feel scared.
"We shouldn't be here...Maybe we should head back to school.." Dowoon turned to the frightened boy and rolled his eyes.
"Do you not trust me?"
"I-I...um.."
"Why'd you come out here if you just wanted to head back to school."
"Because...something about you intrigued me. I don't know what it is but...it's something."
"Oh really now."
"Y-Yeah.."
"Thanks pretty boy."
"I have a name y'know! You don't see me calling you a delinquent and what not." Dowoon smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
"It wouldn't bother me. That's what I am right?"
"Um..yes.."
"Aww you think I'm that bad huh."
"Of course! I've heard you been to jail for two years!"
"Two Years sure goes by fast."
"It was true!?" Dowoon laughed at the boy's shocked reaction and leaned his head back, staring up at the cloudy sky.
"Wow you're cute."
"What did you even do??"
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing bad."
"It's bad enough to put you in jail for two years! You're crazy!"
"It wasn't that bad kid."
"Don't call me kid. My name is Wonpil. Plus I don't even know what you did."
"Drugs." Wonpil have the boy a bewildered look and processed the word over and over again.
"What???!"
"I sold drugs. Nothing bad."
"You say that like you didn't just commit a felony." The boy shrugged, not caring about what he did and the consequence it came with.
"Do you..still sell them?"
"Nope. I could if I wanted."
"You'd end up in jail again. That's terrible."
"Doesn't matter. I don't care and nobody else does so what's the big deal? It's not gonna kill me."
"I'm pretty sure lots of people care.."
"Like who?"
"How about your parents? How do they feel about it?"
"I don't care about how they feel about it. I don't care about them much. I do my own thing when I want, where I want."
"Oh.."
"Tsk I bet you still go to bet at 8:00 huh."
"8 or more hours of sleep is beneficial."
"Do you even go out?"
"I volunteer at shelters and other local areas near me. If not I'm studying or at the library. I hang out with my friends on the weekend but that's if my schedule isn't full."
"So barely. You need to let loose and just ditch the rules for a bit. It'll do you good."
"Not if it ends up putting me in prison."
"Just because you cut past a little rule doesn't mean you're going to prison pretty boy. Just live a little bit."
"What would you advise I'd do then?"
"I'll take you to the club on Saturday."
"T-The club?? We're underaged.."
"I have my way in baby."
"But what if—"
"Do you trust me?"
"What?"
"Do you trust me? I'm doing you a big favor Mr.Goody-two shoes."
