â ok  â i take back what i said last night abt hydrating â not a horrible morning all thigns considered â sorry i called you a pervy fuckwit with useless biceps and rocks for brainsÂ
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 â havenât seen you in a while, , finally kicked the habit?
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 â i m o tw â i overslept juist stay rigjt@there!!
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 â here s a haiku those are alwaus sex i â i am so dru nk â i did not think this thr u why  â u are so cu te fcuk
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 â so abt visiting hours â whats the policy on conjugal visits â đ€  â jk u wish manÂ
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 â my car broke down so im waiting :) roadside  â sober? : ) must be mercury in retrograde :)
send âââ for a HATEFUL text.
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 â i really hate this phone restriction thing  â what are you -- thirteen?  â nvm ur never around when i need u anywayÂ
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 â how many pumpkin spice lattes till i graduate to being a basicÂ
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 â i cant come â my fucking uncle is freaking out  â actually can you come here insteadÂ
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 â im pretty corssed so  â tbh u can ignore htis  â but kwe should run away tgt hahaha â can u imainge that!!Â
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 â idk might fuck around and do some bath salts before i ask him out
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 â idk how long we can do this for â you say 5 years like its a short time  â chances are you or i will be dead in 2 lmao  â maybe we should just cut our losses now
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the cool breeze caressing her skin reminds her that autumn has finally arrived and she tugs her cardigan tighter around her frame, doe eyes scanning the people walking around them. the cold doesnât stop her from eating a melona bar though.
she points the ice cream bar in the direction of a woman with a luxury bag just a few metres away from where the pair is sitting. a knock-off bag. she figures itâs become some sort of talent now, spotting fakes and authentics.
âfake valentino spotted.â
there must be some humour in lounging in a park, shaming people for their knock-off luxury items while eating ice cream with a convict. and his supposed âbodyguardâ, who she assumes is somewhere nearby.
yua turns her head so that sheâs looking at him and takes a bite from the melona bar ( no, she doesnât have the patience to lick ). âthe colour is off and the chain used is so obviously wrong.â she says, as if she needs to prove her point. she knows sheâs right.
today marks raewonâs third visit to the penitentiary. he is unaware the tinker stopped by the previous week with an offer for wonil.Â
rw:Â raewon slouches back in his seat and stares past the glass, gaze faraway. âhowâve you been sleeping?â
wi:Â how do you think? is wonilâs initial thought. he grins instead. âwhat do you wanna hear for an answer, hyung?â
rw: âthe truth, i guess.â
wi:Â âhm. well itâs not too bad for being without a mattress. gotta get used to it either way,â he tilts his head âdonât i?â
rw:Â he wonders why itâd never occurred to him to ask in his first visit. âthat right?â he asks, furrowing a brow and leaning forward. just blankets and a pillow, probably. âand the others?â
wi:Â âthe others...â he trails off, as if he needs to give it some thought. give up the act, wonil. juwon and sunho, transferred a week in, with euntaek left raising hell like he has nothing to lose in cell three. which isnât far from the truthă Ątaek hadnât been the one nailed with the almost two-decade long sentence.Â
âdunno.â a shrug. âwhy, wanna make them your charity cases or something?â
rw:Â never a peaceful day in the penitentiary. his brotherâs slight rolls off like the wind and slaps him like a fallen branch. cold and dry. "not interested.â he returns. âmore just. wondering if theyâre the ones affecting your sleep more than the floor.â he folds his arms across his chest. âguess that isn't the case though.â
wi:Â âaw, bummer.â at this point his taunting couldn't be more obvious. âthey could use a couple more years. youâre an expert at making that come true, aren't ya?â the elitesâ very own fucking genie. âfloor or not, i'm sure you won't hafta worry about experiencing it ever. so.â so rings with a sense of finality. âdid mom call you yet?â
rw:Â he smirks, lopsided, tilted glass. âyou could say that,â he nods with his lips poised upwards.Â
so. the base of the cup is heavy and raewon lets his words graze over like tinkling fingernails along the rim. ânot yet. believe it or not,â he starts, mirroring his brother. âiâm not the first person she wants to talk to.â
wi:Â the news brings a blink of surprise. even the success of the older, more evidently put-together son wasnât enough to have her spare so much as a thought his way. he thinks back to the one and only time she had stood silently where raewon is sitting, but doesnât go forward in mentioning it. once a cunt, always a cunt.Â
âyâknow they have a personal lawyer now?â wonil says instead, absently scratching at the side of his neck. âhe called me. said to not expect a single penny out of her or dad.âÂ
his hand falls to his lap. âso that makes two of us.â
rw:Â raewon hums. matters of the will. dad might have mentioned them in passing, but that was well over a year ago, and not long after heâd made first contact again to tell them heâd somehow shoed himself into a law firm and that heâd be setting up a transfer payment system. âwell that sounds familiar.â raewon canât help but grin. âdidnât they say the same thing to you about me?â when i left?
wi:Â wonil raises a brow. âwhat the hell would they tell an eight year old?â on the contrary, he'd had something to say to them.Â
(morning after, at the dining table. mom's eyes are bloodshot, but not from crying. she taps her spoon absently against her cup saucer.Â
âwhere's hyung, ma?â he asks.Â
âwell he's not here now, is he?â)Â
he takes in raewon's expression. can't buy it.Â
âbet you have something different to say, though.â
rw: âyou think age ever mattered to them?â raewon laughs. âcâmon, wonil. you know better than i do.âÂ
a hitch. it doesn't catch him off guard so much as it itches at his brain, something curious and persistent. the pause lingers as he narrows his eyes and leans in. âabout what?â
wi: âif youâre expecting some shit like âdon't you ever do what your brother did,â it didnât happen.â wonil crosses his arms. âtheyâre neglectful assholes. not walking cliches.â for better or worse. he doesn't have the patience to consider what it could've been like had they had the decency to be the latter. or at least pretend.Â
he flashes a smile, a full show of teeth. menace doesn't suit him, but it's something like it. âcâmon, hyung,â he parrots. âyou know better than i do.â there's a singular question that's been picking at him since the very day, the very second raewon decided to show up the way that he did. âwhat're you getting out of this?â
rw:Â wonilâs voice scrapes rough like chipped toenails and heâd be a lousy professional not to detect it, gruffness betraying something that whiffs of tender flesh. he saves the laughs but maintains a smile just barely there. thatâs not it, baby bro, but âfor some, thatâs as good a cliche as any.â he returns.Â
tauntingâs never been his strong suit; taunting back less so. in this circumstance and the last and the next. he swallows wonilâs words down whole and lets them churn and writhe in his stomach until they tire out. ânothing, apparently.â he states simply.
wi: âso youâre part of that âsomeâ then.âÂ
raewonâs words, understated as they may be, hit, then miss. you could pull out the pliers and the real answer wouldnât ever be pried from his damn mouth. a lost cause from the onset, from how much he knows, how little they know of each other.Â
his mouth loosens back into a softer smile. âgreat! youâll get something outta spending your time elsewhere, iâm sure.â the chair groans as he gets up. god. what were the fucking odds, anyway?
rw:Â âit was meant to be ambiguous but thanks for pointing it out.â he says, bracing himself. thatâs what it boils down to between the shallow pauses and unreadable expressions and a ticking clock thatâs evidently gone for lunch. theyâve barely made a dent into the hour.Â
thereâs the punch. whining grit of the chair against the floor and raewonâs eyes drag down and up. wonil is getting ready to go back in now. raewon follows in suit, careful as he scoots his chair with back legs lifted off the ground, standing without bumping his knees against the low table. heâs not greedy for time, even if his brother is. raewon places his hand onto the table, taps it twice.Â
kang wonil is born to a couple looking to escape the painfully mediocre doldrums of the lower middle class. fast-forward a couple years, and his older brother makes his exit before any of them can.
while mom and dad work all odd hours to make their startup well...start up, wonil is left to his own devices; this only takes him between school, the playground, and the bowl of overcooked ramen that waits for him to come home.
boredom and resentment becomes inevitable. nothing a sense of humor and a devil may care attitude canât take care of, right?Â
when the kangs do end up striking gold, itâs time to bid adieu to the shitty two-bed-one-bath hell and to say hello to the ritzy two-story bird cage in apgujeong. Â
a ritzy two-story bird cage also means a ritzy high school. the new money smell never really washes off of him, for better or worse.Â
for the kind of trouble he decides to tangle himself up in, wonil decides itâs for the better because hey, no one would suspect that face in that uniform to have stolen from kwon jiyongâs (yeah, that one)Â house last night.
his stint comes to a screeching halt when the victim of his last robbery is a big-shot politician. wonil and three other accomplices are arrested on site.Â
it doesnât take the police all that long to crack his m.o. and to trace back previous incidents to be of his doing; on the cusp of nineteen, he has no other way to explain himself other than âjust wanting to have a hell of a good time.âÂ
wonil is charged on june 5th, 2043 on ten counts of second degree burglary, conspiracy to commit burglary, and five counts of felony possession of stolen property and is sentenced to 18 years in prison. in a dramatic turn of events, hyung steps back into his life only to be the prosecutor to send him to jail.Â
heâs completing his first year behind bars when the tinker chooses him to be part of the new k9 division, and the timing couldnât be more perfect.
when they escort him into the paddy wagon from his cell in seoul penentiary center, he has nothing more but the clothes on his back and a small wooden carving of a wild mongoose in his pant pocket.
in another life, this would be the portrait of a young man who has shed the weight of all his wordly possessions. the first kicker: theyâve already moved the rest of said possessions into his new home. the second: with the shit heâs caused, karma probably has him slotted to being an actual dog instead. maybe a mutt with three legs, so if he were to continue to commit crimes, he wonât have the four to get away with them.
talk about tough luck.
but that doesnât deter him, and instead spurs his steps forward into the vehicle. itâs only when the guard suddenly steps in front of the entrance that heâs forced to stop.
âwhat?â
a baton is taken out to gingerly lift the lapels of his jacket, the left followed by the right.
when it clicks, wonil has to laugh.
âah, this? i actually bought this one.â he flashes him a grin, a full display of teeth before giving the guardâs shoulder a firm clap. âcanât be caught stealing this soon, you know.â
though itâs hard to blame him: within those four walls, crooks donât even deserve the air they breathe. that much theyâd made clear, from the very first day to the last. in retrospect, not all that different from the things hurled at him through the wire during visitation hours. safe to say then, heâs used to it, and he absolutely cannot be fucked to care.
the paddy wagon speeds on. in the dark, wonil can feel the vibrations hum beneath his feet as wheels spin over the freeway. outside, the sprawl of the metropolis zips by in a cold neon blur.
âhey ahjussi.â
the driver locks eyes with him through the rearview. âwhat?â
âiâm a free man today.â
a chuckle. âthat right?â
âi like to think so.â
âwhatever helps us to sleep better at night, huh?â
âoh yeah, absolutely.â
in the front, the radio is tuned into the 6 oâ clock news:
the politician, who just last year was at the center of attention for being the latest target of a series of robberies, turns out to have been accepting bribes from large corporations. these ranged from money to jewelry, some of which had been the stolen items.
tough luck and karma, itâs all coming together now.
âhey, ahjussi.â he tilts his head back against the window. his expression is unreadable. âletâs change the station to something else.