BOOK 1 of 'Bubblegum Gucci Punk & Gangster Model Hunk'
•Shouldering a pristine white coat at dawn, hiding behind an outlawed black mask at dusk•
Kim Haneul, a chaebol, works as a resident at Saenghwal Hospital, during the day. When the night falls...
Dae Ho leans on his bike, entering the keywords 'Kim Haneul' in the search bar. He browses through the results, a small frown etched on his face. The headlines vary from 'can Kim Haneul escape law?' to 'an innocent man accused?'
He snorts when he comes across Haneul's Twitter post. 'Did he actually sue them?' It is so Haneul-like to announce something like that.
Relief washes over him seeing the articles that clear up the rumors about the murder. What's odd is Dae Ho does not find his name in any article. There's no need for an explanation as to why Haneul had not mentioned any of this when he met Dae Ho during the days he was detained. The man is too kind for his own good. Nevertheless, he exits the browser and opens his iMessage.
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"Coming!" Haneul calls out, sprinting towards the main door. He opens it, Dae Ho stands outside with his hands in his pockets.
The fighter quirks an eyebrow taking in Haneul's appearance. "What are you trying to do?" He asks, gesturing towards the grey apron the older has wrapped around him, with the words 'world's #1 Chef' printed on it.
"I'm cooking." Haneul shrugs, closing the door when Dae Ho enters. He walks to the kitchen, the fighter following him after hanging his coat on the stand. The kitchen is a mess, various utensils are thrown all over the place, a heap of flour on the ground, and fruit peels on the counter.
"Is this what you call cooking?" Dae Ho teases, standing beside Haneul, who struggles to cut the veggies.
The latter scowls, bringing the blunt side of the knife to Dae Ho's neck. "Like you can do any better."
"Kim Haneul, are you challenging me?" Dae Ho warns in a deep voice, an octave lower than his usual tone.
The said man ignores him and continues with his cutting. Dae Ho rolls up his sleeves, revealing a silver Armani watch. "Oh, wow! You're wearing the watch I gave you. Now, that's something fitting for an upcoming model." Haneul beams, cooing over his gift.
Dae Ho bites his tongue at his words, Haneul has no idea about him losing his job even before it started. "...yeah, I guess."
He takes the knife from Haneul and starts chopping the vegetables, swiftly and in equal proportions.
"Woah, Park-ssi, is there anything you can't do?" Haneul watches his movements closely, trying to find something to be critical about.
"I worked at a restaurant for some months, that's how I learned. Although, there's one thing I can't do."
"What would that be?"
"Shut you up, apparently." Dae Ho turns to Haneul and snickers.
"Hey!" The doctor slaps his arm with a glare. "I liked it better when you talked less, too." He takes the cut vegetables and drops them in the utensil with boiling water. Dae Ho washes his hands and retreats into the living room.
