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The night is still young they said and there was Nicholas, still having no purpose of being in a dead city all alone. His friends once told him that they used to witness some fun in this unnamed place so he decided to give it a try. Dressed in nothing but black wife beater and black leather pants, Nicholas just challenged himself to step his feet to that kind of abandoned place. The cool wind hit his skin and he shivered slightly; it was indeed chilly that night and yet he was too dumb to wear in that kind of clothes. How odd, he thought. Although he was trying to search for the place mentioned by his friends, he seemed to face some difficulties in finding it. Were they wrong? It couldn’t be. He wasn’t deaf yet and he faced no problems with his ears but being at that place all alone surely gave him goosebumps. He just wished that he could leave that place but finding the exit was his another problem that he had to face. 

“I think this place is...dead.” Nicholas thought to himself, attempting to walk a little bit more and it led him to a dark alley. The dark alley was the only shortcut to an empty warehouse that he had never seen before. It looked different from the other warehouses that he had seen before and out of the blue, he heard some weird noise coming from his back. It sounded like someone was tailing him that whole time and he could hear someone’s boots tapping. He looked over his shoulder but he saw completely nothing. Eyebrow raised a bit as he frowned. Nicholas surely couldn’t take it anymore as his face almost turned pale for real. “What the hell...” He heaved out a sigh and finally decided to turn back from the alley but something just appeared before his eyes.

It was a guy dressed in all black. His nose and mouth part was covered by a black mask with the letter ‘L’ written on it. He had a piece of cloth in his left gloved hand while a knife in the other hand. Who was he? Nicholas couldn’t even utter any word through his lips at the sudden approach. He slowly stepped backwards as the male stepped towards him. It seemed like he really wanted to kill him or something in this alley. Was this the fun thing that his friends mentioned? Fuck no, he just set himself in danger for real.

He wasn’t afraid of death. Out of the many many things he had a fear of, death had not been one of them. At one point in his life, Yien would have even welcomed death with open arms. So when Nicholas had brought up the topic of him being killed, Yien simply shrugged his shoulders as if that was the least bit of his concern. “You and your brother sound like a pair of people I wouldn’t want to deal with.” He finally spoke up, rolling over onto his back so he could glance up at the other. He was tired, exhausted even. The night before had worn him out more than he had expected, then again he had to hunt down people who thought they could escape the clutches of the triad without giving them their monthly payment and giving them a ‘nice’ reminder of what happens if they do it again. “Why don’t you just lay down with me instead? I don’t want to stain your floor red just because you both decided to kill me.” It was a joke, although he didn’t laugh it but instead stared up at the other with wide and curious eyes. “What do you want to do?”

“Next!” She nods along, fingers swiping down the screen before she waves the photo that comes up towards him. “We’re supposed to prepare the ingredients that’s supposed to be inside the lasagna, then start layering it. … Seems like a piece of cake!”

Nicholas was listening to her well, didn’t want to repeat the same old mistakes since he really wanted to make the lasagna taste delicious this time. It’d make his day at least. “Right the ingredients. All done in this bowl.” He placed the bowl of ingredients near the female with a smile on his face. “You can do the layering, right?”

“I, uh- Nothing in particular. Just being annoying. I think that’s the best way to describe it. Distracting me, things like that.” she shook her head once again, somehow being able to hide most of her red face behind her hair. “Who can’t make instant noodles? Then again, even that I seem to screw up every time. What were you planning to eat now, though? Order pizza?”

“Ah, you should have threatened him if he keeps bothering you but I think it’s too late since you’re safe here with a quiet environment.” He gave her a light nod, eyebrow raised slightly at the female’s face. “You want me to order pizza? Got the money, kid?”

With a light chuckle, she pulls out her phone from the back pocket of her shorts and started surfing through the search engine. “Hmm…. I think we’re supposed to start with pre-heating the oven. Should we do that first then?”

Curious, Nicholas stole a quick gaze at the female’s phone’s screen as she was surfing through the search engine. “Right...” he chuckled softly, quickly walked towards the oven to turn it on. “All done. What’s next?”

“Huh, I don’t know… You’re the one asking all these questions.” She nodded as she eyed the other for a bit. “The strongest one is… Bomi.” She couldn’t help but scowl at him. “You’re quite difficult, do you know?”

“Well...I really have no idea why did I ask you such questions but hey, I’m not crazy, I promise.” There was a grin on his face as he nodded his head slowly, hearing to the latter’s words carefully. “Bomi...ah, I see. Hm, difficult? Why so?”

“Fine, perfect excuse. I’ll let it go. Hey, I take my grades and my education serious, I can’t study at home without my brother rushing in wanting my attention. And he’s supposed to be twenty-six.” she followed, kicking off her shoes before walking in further. “Sounds great. Yes, I’m very hungry. Can you cook, I wonder.”

“I’m really curious what did your brother do until you’re stuck here. Did he bother you a lot? Or is there something else?” Nicholas was curious about it as it caught his attention. “Me? Cook? I am not a good cooker, really unless you like instant noodles. I can cook that.”

「 ☁ 」status: still accepting! ━

「 ☁ 」status: still accepting! ━ 

        I’m taller than most people. After meeting me, I’m sure the insoles manufacture industry is going well. Very well. (* ×–playfulness and that in lone coated Joohyuk’s words, quite heavily too. With his almond optics locked ahead, gaze planting on the male’s features. He blinked softly, tipping his head to the side. The model grew curious, yet a hint of confusion mingled. ) Why do you need protection…? Elaborate.