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daewon saw himself as some sort of hero: and it wasn’t because he ever did anything heroic. it was because in some self deprived fear of his own demise he felt the need to help people. however the drag to help people was far more selfish when it came to chan. they had been friends since they were small children, chan was friends with daewon before his sister was born: and long after she disappeared from the living room of his parents house. even when daewon was young he begged for a sibling, thinking it would just be like having chan live with him. for awhile– it was. he took care of his younger sibling, looked after her, attempted to share his toys and teach her but when he began to grow he became resentful of how annoying she was. so when he dragged chan off to a larger city, it was because his family had moved apart. his father was no longer a consistant in his life: his mother seemed to circle around depressions drain on a daily basis. he had nothing left of his old life, he had nothing left to remember who he was and during his trainee days he was becoming someone that he wasn’t happy with. of course daewon was always sort of a– snarky asshole but he was never as terrible as he was being at that time. for some reason he felt as if chan kept him balanced from being a lovable snarky asshole.. and someone who would lose their career in seconds if there was ever any proof of his scandals. “ wait a minute, what do you mean ground zero? we’re in Yeouido-District… there’s nothing here but apartment buildings and big business. auto pilot sounds like some sort of evil automated robot that will kill us, surely. someone wake up wyld he has to fly the plane.  “ he could hear their manager snorting in the front seat.

chan was an only child. growing up that way made him a bit more distant with others, but that didn’t exactly apply with daewon; he was the closest to a brother as he would ever get, and it was times like these -- when he was being weird after the day was over -- that he was happy he still had daewon. sometimes it made him have fake deep thoughts, questioning whether or not everyone had a childhood friend they remained friends with. he never knew what happened to daewon’s sister. at this point, he knows just as much now as he did when he first found out: she was there, and then she was gone. he didn’t ask daewon about it, either, and he wasn’t going to.

and despite the many people who would disagree, chan never saw him as someone who wasn’t lovable, but maybe that was because they spent a majority of their lives with one another.

“i’m officially renaming youido district to ground zero, and there’s nothing you can do about it. not that i have any actual authority to rename it, but---” his eyes went from daewon to the back of the front seat, pressing his lips together and drilling holes in the back of their manager’s head with his stare. the disrespect he got in this group... from these hooligans... he surely was a saint for continuing to deal with this. not really, but that’s besides the point.

“i say we stop and get something to eat and not wake wyld up so he can’t have anything. i love it when he’s miserable. when he wakes up, we can tell him it’s because he didn’t fly the plane.”

today wasn’t the best. woke up late (despite not really having something to do), so he got a late start and had some things to print, but his own printer was out of ink and he didn’t have money on him to buy more. not that he couldn’t go withdraw some more, but he decided he just wasn’t going to. he’d written some lyrics that he wanted to run by daewon, but he wanted them to look presentable, as opposed to the messy scrawl his penmanship was.

and here he was, on the third floor of tq’s main building in the printing room. there was no harm in using the company’s printers, right...? unfortunately, the printers here were different than his own, much higher quality, and with that came his confusion... he pressed print, but... nothing was printing. he’d seen nari behind him waiting for the printer, but he didn’t want to say anything for the air being awkward enough because he didn’t know how to work the damn printer. and after a few minutes (and a lot of sweating with one hot wash of shame), he jumped when she spoke up.

“yah, what’s taking you so long?”

“alright, listen --”

chanhee shot a glare to wyld. if there was one thing he could say about wyld’s personality, it was that he made assumptions quickly, and he found himself just looking at the other with narrowed eyes and mouth in a straight line. “i could buy necessities and still wish i hadn’t.” and that was true. chanhee hated spending money, and maybe that could be blamed on his upbringing -- but --

“and you can also say goodbye to my offer on promoting your disstrack against foxboy.“ ...what?

“what the.. why wouldn’t you promote my disstrack against fox? i mean it’s never going to exist, but why wouldn’t you promote it?!”

He’d found himself in this place again, standing in the basement of TQ’s building, but this time he had some company: Mijoo. He didn’t think of himself as particularly close to her, but she was there, and he was there... so why not have some passing conversation, right?

The conversation -- being rather bland on Chanhee’s part -- was cut short due to the passing of two figures and an unstable flashlight; it took him a few seconds to realize who it was running past before he identified his member, Daewon, making some disturbing noises with Akali following behind. After the two passed by and he was able to pry his eyes from whatever just really happened, Chanhee turned to Mijoo. He was quiet for a few moments before words came tumbling out of his mouth.

“That was... I’m not exactly sure what that was. Let’s... just ignore it.”

A big mouth...?

Unsure of how to respond to the situation, he simply blinked a few times. Could he be irritated with her comment in jest. Chanhee was a bit tense lately, for what, he was unsure of as well. He stayed quiet for another few moments before decidedly taking the situation light-heartedly --- as best he could, anyway.