𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏) [Discontinued]

5.5

without skipping a single beat, king gave a short and straightforward answer.

"it irritates people."

gray could respect that, so he turned his head back forward and continued the walk like he'd never asked. king didn't mind the question considering he gets asked all the time, mostly because people were irritated that he didn't 'respect' them enough to take it off. in reality, they just have a superiority complex, and were insecure of their power over people. king found that very idiotic, so he began to wear it more often, until it became habit to put it on in the morning.

gray noticed that his friend wasn't with the group anymore, and checked his phone to make sure he didn't send an sos to the chat. he hadn't, king had sent a message saying he was taking a back alley home. gray replied shortly, saying okay, and informed the small group of friends.

king, however, wasn't taking a short way home. he was sat in top of a two story building, feet swinging off the edge.

earlier he had received a text from none other than jake ji himself, informing the male that forrest lee had an attack planned against his friends. don't get him wrong, he loves his friends, but they ere completely capable of defeating sam lee. plus he was just too lazy to fight tonight. his job already included beating the souls out of people for money they owe, and he didn't want to fight some sleazy high school brats that couldn't keep their fighting boner in check.

jake had sent him the exact location, right outside a trashy, two story apartment building. all he had to do was climb the fire wit to the top and tada. he was sat on the edge, feet swinging back and forth, the heels tapping against brick when swung back. his mask was pulled down under his chin, face on full display. the septum piercing that hung from his nose was decorated with white diamonds, and the lip piercing in the middle of his bottom lip had a matching stud in the top and bottom. when he opened his mouth to place a cherry dum-dum between his lips, a shiny silver colored ball reflected light from the center of his tongue.

no one ever expected him to have piercings, or tattoos. his sweet eyes made him look naively innocent, when in reality, he could probably sit through a gory beating and not flinch. he wasn't exactly tall or short, standing at 5'5 with dress shoes, which he almost always wore. without them he was about 5'3, but he always argued 5'3 and a half.

he flinched out of his dazed state when a tattoo adorned hand sat gently on his shoulder, and a presence sat itself on his right. another person, who he assumed was jake, sat on his left. lastly, a hand ruffled his hair and wrapped their arms around his neck, chin sitting on his right shoulder. donald, jake and wolf. the three musketeers if you will.

the three were pleasantly surprised to see the shorter males mask pulled down enough to see faint freckles, lightly covered with makeup. it was an adorable sight, even if he himself was watching a group of forrests fighters get thrown around by his smaller group of friends.

[i just realized, donald na isn't given a specific age other than that one where it says he took down manwol brothers at seventeen.]