[in]decisive || male oc in lookism

二つ

"ah, fine. i'll go. but where am i gonna get the money to buy the uniform?"

jx: hae-seong, maybe take a look at where you are.

he follows my instruction, and his jaw drops.

he glances at a platinum card at the bed stand and tear rolled down one of his cheeks.

he's really a special kid, special for sure.

jx: ^^

"what a cute emoticon for such a deep voice."

this guy knows nothing.

i call him up, preparing myself for whatever teasing will be happening.

he accepts the call, probably wanting to hear the voice he heard from me earlier.

"that wasn't my real voice, you fiend."

"WOAH SIR. YOU SOUND LIKE A KID."

"you better watch your mouth and stick with sir. i'm thousands of years older than you, kid."

"alright then, what happened to the other voice though..?"

"we were underwater, it's only natural."

he hums, getting the idea, but i still feel like he'll won't stop teasing me about it.

"oh and could you just do, one last favour?"

"depends on what it is."

"i need you to read a webtoon."

"nice doing buisness with you, sir."

well, that was easy.

"here's your deposit." i say, dropping millions of won out from thin air.

that. that was me this time.

he pauses, and he passes out.

i'm pretty glad i won't have to talk to this idiot for a while, but i'm not sure if he'll even wake up.

i hum, the little ticking noise from the clock giving me anxiety.

i tap my foot on the floor, impatiently but that's when i hear..

..snores?

he's alive at least, but he's in deep sleep.

i look at him, biting my lip in thought.

oh well, desperate times calls for desperate measures.

i rub my hands together, gathering some heat and energy for my palms, and slap him right in the cheek (on the face you dirty people).

he woke up straight away, luckily, and didn't even know what happened to him.

he rubs his cheek, questioningly, trying to find out what went on, as he groans.

i think he may have thought this was all a dream, but he definitely snapped out when he starts staring at the silk pillows on his bed.

though he buries his head into it and groans even louder.

i begin to text him again.

jx: you're awake, thought you were dead.

"would have been easier if so."

jx: gosh you're so addicted to death, aren't you.

"i'd rather be addicted to death than life."

out of nowhere, his eyes gleam, almost like cartoon character.

he's got money in his mind, and i know it.

he scuttles out of his bed, with his eyes watering at the sight.

"it's so beautiful.." he cries, touching the notes carefully.

how bipolar..

jx: right, get your ass up. we're going shopping.

he nods, giving me a soldier salute, before taking off to get a snack.

he puts a snicker bar into his mouth, struggling to put his clothes and shoes on.

he's that excited.

once we get to the insa-dong shopping centre, he runs in and out of every store he looks at.

when he gets out, he always has twice as many things he had originally.

and every time he does, he smiles and kisses his platinum card.

at least he's having a good time.

though, who would have known you'd get vvip cards for just buying a shit-ton of stuff?

he buys clothes, food and cute souvenirs but his eyes land on something.

tears run down his face and it seems that he's in awe.

"they're so beautiful.." he says, wiping his tears, carefully trying to resist.

motorcycles.

they're just motorcycles.

there's a black one.

a green one.

and a red one.

motorcycles.

yet he bought all the ones in the garage.

jx: you're adapting here too quickly.

"was it that obvious?" he chuckles, "right. what do i even call you?"

jx: just call me x.

"do you not have a real name, then?" he says, pausing for a second.

jx: let's just say i wanna sound mysterious?

this is a lie.

living for a few thousand years is mysterious enough.

as i said in the prologue, my name means saviour.

i am no saviour.

he smiles, giggling a bit.

at least he believes me.

he walks around for a bit, and he ends up at a loud crowd.

good, he's interested.

the tall man, zack, harassing an innocent bystander with a terrible hair cut, daniel.

this would be a great way to introduce them to him.

zack throws a punch, which seong was too late to block.

the crowd roars as daniel hits the floor, embarrassed and scared.

though he missed the first, in's fast enough to catch the fist of the second.

he traps zack's fist in his firm palms, twisting his whole arm as he trips zack off his feet.

he peers at daniel as he lends a hand out.

he's acting brave at the moment, but does he not realise that he couldn't do this before?

"get up." he says, "don't let people hit you around like that."

he whispers, looking away, "before you end up like me."

he quickly snaps his head back, "and fix your hair, it looks like i'm defending the supreme leader of north korea."

he has a shitty personality like his brother.

i scoff.

the crowd increases, clearly because of his handsome face, yet he's so lost and confused.

girls, boys, chant satanic messages, and even i am terrified.

"ah.. uhm.." he mumbles, running away.

jx: jeez, you're smart enough to do a task without me saying.

i send a link to him, of the webtoon i talked about, telling him to finish it with two days.

pftt.

as if it's possible.