𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀, lookism

GUN - Money and Her

warning: Full of insulting towards the reader ( I still love you guys)

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Gun wasn't going to deal with Goo's bullshit.

he had enough with today's mess and he'd like to have a good rest thank you very much. The weather was nice tonight and if only Daniel Park agreed on his proposal, it might even make his day better.

The scarred man took out a cigarette and parked his car on some random store. Although he would love to drop his body in the bed full of money, he did quite enjoy the breeze tonight. He finally lit up his cigarette before his mouth attached itself to that material.

This was nice-

"Woaaah! A rich man here?! In this neighborhood?! Are you going to kick some asses here too?!"

-Fucking dammit.

Gun's peaceful time was once again interrupted by some random voice, which was filled with awe and excitement by the way. It sounded feminine. He sighed and suppressed his irritation, before finally turning his head, to see who that voice belongs to. He did not react to the slightest despite the close proximity with that disgusting, grinning woman.

"What brings you here?" The unknown woman enthusiastically asked him. Gun obviously did not reply but instead examined her. She wore tattered clothes that seem to be not washed for days. Her hair as messy as- you know what, nothing can be compared with that hair, and to sum it all up, she defines trash.

"Ooohhh, making yourself 'mysterious' eh?" the woman giggled and sat next to him, and he immediately distanced himself from her ragged self. She was too bubbly and insane, it disgusts him.

"That's your car right?" She pointed at his car and he finally spoke.

"Yes, and you'll never get to lay a finger there."

"I don't plan to, actually." She giggled once again and Gun was too irritated to even utter a word. He wasn't interested in this weird girl.

"My name's (Y/N) by the wa-"

"I don't care." He huffed the smoke from his mouth before sending a cold glare at the girl- but much to his dismay, it didn't bother her. He was in such a bad mood today.

She was nuts, confirmed.

"-And yes I'm Homeless- and a beggar." She confirmed which wasn't a surprise for the man. "I know, anyone can tell." She chuckled and there was silence. 

Gun expected that she'd finally leave him be- but she suddenly asked, "What's so important with money?"

This question was absurd. Money can practically buy anything, and so he responded, "It's because you can afford not just the things you needed, but you wanted, everything is all about money here, people offer services for money, you can literally buy people with money."

On the corner of his eye, Gun saw her frown, it was contagious but luckily he avoided doing the same. "Well then," She started, "What is expensive stuff for?"

She was dumb, he had to remind himself that to avoid conflict.

"When someone rides a Lamborgini in the road, people would certainly glance in awe, at the car at first, and when the owner comes- they would respect and adore that person for having so much money even without knowing its name. Money is already power. Money already controls this wrecked world."

Once again she frowned, but much more obvious, but it's not like a monster like him would care- She needed to know that. 

"Oh, I-" Her eyes were directed at her feet, and then she smiled so bubbly. "Well, thanks for enlightening me, although I have another perspective, I just had to know yours."

Gun rose a brow, "What is it then?"

Her eyes finally stared back at his black ones. Usually, People who looked at him directly in the eye fear or adores him. Yet she was odd, especially the way her eyes twinkle. She was smiling, at him.

"Money's not everything, it only makes you starve for more worldly desires, causing you to make something bad. The only thing that matters to me is memories."

Only silence filled the air.

...Why is she so weird? 

"You have an odd mind." Gun told her, with surprisingly no disgust.

He respected her.

"I'll take that as a compliment," (y/n) winked playfully and it actually made Gun smile. It was not that big- but it was rare and.. genuine.

"Oh by the way! I gotta go now! There might be some other beggars who'll steal my spot! Goodbye, mister! Thank you!" It definitely did not disappoint the rich man- and so he nodded before finally telling her his name, "Gun, call me Gun."

With one bright smile from (Y/N), she finally left. After a minute- The man left.

He was definitely not fighting a smile-

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BONUS : 

"OI! Are you (Y/n)?! There's a gift left for you!"

(Y/N) was surprised to see a gift only for her. and oh dear- she had to admit it was beautiful. The dress perfectly fits her body.

"Wh-who-"

"A man with glasses did. Now shoo, I have something to do-"

And just like that, she was out of the store where she met the guy last night. She once again opened the bag to see a letter for her folded neatly inside a small envelope.

Don't assume I'm giving this to you as a gift. Wear it, and see how people treat you. I'm only giving this to you to let you know how people will treat you better when they caught a glimpse of the brand's mark. That's how money works in everyone's mind.

-Gun

She smiled, and of course, squealed in delight- for having someone to give her a gift of course.

Meanwhile, The person who gave her that sat inside his car waiting for her to receive it, with only one thought in his mind.

He doesn't remember her face glowing gorgeously like that on their first meeting.

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aaAAAAAHHH- IS HE OOC?!! MYGO-

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