Exhibit A |
How low can one can go? Here is your answer.
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The space of the mall, the people and its stalls were all for naught. The warning signs, the clear warnings from the people around, who unfortunately suffered due to that man. For this encounter would change the very life that the stock broker would soon realize. A crash, thunking against the shoulder of a suspiciously tattooed man, the coat, the liquid of the bittersweet coffee, all ruined in a single go.
WooOooo~
A gush of wind (air conditioner) passes over the two of them, with Jin, the spilled cup of coffee in hand, and Jonggeon Park, slowly tilting down his sunglasses over his eyes. It terrified them to the ground.
"I'm doomed." Was all Jin could think about, the disguise gone, and the wig? Also gone. "That coat. Costed over.. 5,400,000 won. How are you gonna pay for it?" He spoke, eerily calm as if holding back an insult. It was a standstill, one sided, and utterly unnecessary, but for the drama. It was worth it.
"I can use a dry cleaner, my napkin," Jin rummaged through, "Please, I didn't mean it!" Was all but a fleeting thought since Jonggeon, unfortunately could only accept apologies through violence and money. Mostly violence. He's a maschoist.
"That coat isn't made for water; it isn't water proof, nor will that stain ever dry off." A disaster of a reply back. That was when they knew, they fucked up.
He laughed, creating the most devastating smile ever yet.
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"You'll be working with me." He later stated, after using Jin as a lawn chair. "Since when?" They shook, absolutely drained of all life and energy. Jin should have been furious, but had no fight left after losing so devastatingly. Even the stray dog would feel bad.
"Tomorrow." Was all could Jonggeon state, getting up from the 'Lawn chair'. His hands patted off his suit, just to leave without any other goodbye.
The other mall goers all just ignored the scene, acting as if being nearly being punched in public was just a show. Barely any empathy, if your point blank average, with a job, so boring, it would make even the readers leave in the first chapter.
A stack of papers mysteriously appeared on Jin's palm, turning it around was just the HNH Logo, Jonggeon's job (a bodyguard), unfortunate, as they will soon meet again in a meeting this very week. What a shame, for this stock broker.
"Hahaha." Jin started to laugh, before utterly looking in despair. "It's always the people I never expect. 5,400,000 won. In total, that would cost, my.. five pay checks. But I'm planning to renovate my house, my design of my dreams, I can't just pay it."
They left the mall, in a hurry, counting, thinking of a way out.
I could leave, I could even choose not to pay my debt. But he's intimidating up close, and his tattoos must mean he's in some type of gang! It was just a mere inconvenience too, and a bad day at that!
Jin pulled on their brown hair, screaming internally, swearing that this will never happen again. For themselves, should definitely book an appointment to a spa day, maybe a sauna, but that fugally looking guy would always try to scrub of their tan skin off, thinking that they were dirty, but actually it was just genetics.
Some fools are dimwit, and maybe that's why the world is so easy to agree to blindly follow and trust those.. never mind! Not the point to focus on philosophy.
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To Live With Debt \\
Fanfiction[A/N]: This is not apart of Mentor and Her Only Disciple, and the contents of it will definitely contain some gangster/yakuza elements. _____ Jin, at least that that their name is, stated in the handbook of HNH's Shareholders Association. Just befo...
