( for @flcrdemaga ) based on this plot
ilwon had always been very careful about feelings and about cultivating his image. if his enemies knew what made him tick, they had the advantage, and they could use it against him. he’d never had time for girls or romance-- nor any interest in it-- but god, maybe love at first sight was real. no. shit. no. he’d never call it love. no-- that’s not what he meant. it’s just...the first time he saw her, he’d been hooked. and then every time after that, she’d caught his eye. he was transfixed. entranced. the big bad gang kingpin had it bad for a cute little girl he’d never even talked to. he could stare down the muzzle of a gun, but talk to her? fuck no.
but he was fearless, right? he had control of seoul. the country was under his thumb-- he could get practically anything he wanted by just pushing or pulling contacts here and there. he could definitely talk to her.
going all out, he’d bought a bouquet of flowers (girls liked flowers, right????) and approached her, tapping on her shoulder and holding them out. “you dropped these,” he murmured bluntly.
