#weakhero x reader

Not even a week has passed since the first day of highschool, yet it's been hectic— borderline chaotic.

In addition to maintaining relation with Yeri, who is now a second year middle schooler. Staying in touch to continue the 'badge pin' scheme.

Integrating influence as a first year isn't easy, specially when there's already a made hierarchy. Since it wasn't a piece of cake you made cupcakes instead.

Did you succeed? Obviously, not— not so fast, but you did.

Stated, you are a first year and don't plan on making authoritive rivals. After all, your main skill is politics.

Is other words, networking. The more useful connections you have, the better.

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SLAM

You gently placed the first aid kit that you somehow began to habitually bring.

"Again? Your knuckles and previous wounds haven't even healed yet..." You scolded Wolf with a hint of worry, as you searched your kit for disinfectant and cotton.

"Shut it, I won." Wolf scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but he didn't stop you from removing his half ripped bandages. You heard his breath hitched with the touch of the alcohol-soaked cotton on his skin.

"Chin up" You instructed, removing the sheet off from the corners of the gauze.

"Make me." He challenged, wearing a very condescending smirk. That fucking punch inviting handsome face.

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After what felt like an eternity of putting bandage on Wolf's bruises, you went inside the convenience store to buy two instant ramens and some drinks.

For some reason he is uncharacteristically silent, you were quite sure that with all the sass you've been throwing at him, he'd be flipping soon but he is rather calm and simply staring at you.

"What's wrong with you?" Wolf stared at you with suspicion. Simply watching, as you prepare the food on the table. Right outside of the convenience store where the two of you are currently hanging around.

"What's your problem now?" You quirked an eyebrow, not appreciating his expected ungratefulness.

"You're being awfully kind today, you dying soon?" He deadpanned.

"No but you will, just keep going." You retorted sarcastically. Just ask you sat down, he pulled your chair close to him without any warning.

Skrrreeee

The sudden pull made you almost fell off your chair.

"The fu-" You cursed under your breath at the smug looking Wolf.

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"... I heard you joined the Union." You casually nudged, though you bounced back.

"Didn't know that you were so interested in me." Wolf pulled you by the bag on your back. Preventing you to stumble down the pavement.

"Eek- ahem... Anyway." You composed yourself, looking up to face him.

"You didn't answer my question." You steadily held his gaze.

'1...'

'2...'

'3...'

He blows a thick layer of smoke directly into your face, making you cough.

Cough

Wolf turns his head away from your sight, taking another drag of his cancer stick before quickening his pace.

"Wolf! Ugh- cough you fucker...!" After finally exhaling the remnants of smoke out of your throat, you chased after him with a mental note to strangle him once you get a chance.

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School, Union, school, Union, scho— Eunjang...

You're tired, absolutely tired. You plopped yourself on the couch without any care for the world, ready to willingly shut yourself down for hibernation.

Clack

Clack? That's not how your door sounds like, nor your windows, and neither does your couch. 'fuck'

"You try'na melt in the heat?" Your trespasser named Wolf, quirked an eyebrow at your fully blanket-cocooned form in the comfort of your couch.

As if he's at home, he shamelessly turned on the AC that even I barely use.

"Move." He pulled your legs off its cushioned resting spot, setting himself on the other side as he played a movie without permission.

You thought of kicking his side, and out of your apartment even. But something was amiss, Wolf's signature annoying expressions are nowhere. He's simply watching the movie, his knuckles freshly beat, the usual afterglow, boredom nor disgust wasn't there... Just plain hollow nothing.

"Stop staring, it'll get you in a lot of trouble." His voice lacking both the naught and venom, I removed my cocoon and walked to the kitchen.

POP

POP

POP

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After a while, I placed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

"Look I... I don't know what to do with you, but at least change the movie." You glanced at The Hellraiser in the TV, handing him a cup of juice.

"No alcohol?" He took a peek at your direction, before totally ignoring your request.

"I'm not getting you drunk at my house." Reaching out to the remote as he kept putting it away of your arm length. "Ugh... I have newer ones, change the damn movie."

"Shut it, i like this one." Wolf tucked the remote away from you firmly.

You grumbled, violently cocooning yourself again on the other side of the couch. Angrily, you munched the popcorn only half watching the movie.

Wolf unmoving, continues to watch the movie as he creepily cracks a glimmer of amusement every time a character either dies or is about to.

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Time heard your prayer, the movie finally ended.

"So... What the hell is your deal?" You dipped your head on the now empty bowl of popcorn as you speak.

"None of your business." He tossed the remote over your lap, lifting his feet to rest them on the coffee table.

"Not if you weren't here bothering my supposedly peaceful relaxation, but here you are." Your tone is slightly teasing, but your expression couldn't be more serious—with a hint of concern.

A pregnant pause added to the silence of the apartment, before he exhaled a sigh.

"My old man's home." Wolf murmured, barely audible but lot enough for you to hear. He watched your expression, as if waiting for a reaction.

However, you gave him none.

You're not sure of whatever he wants for you, but you do no what he don't want—pity. He's Wolf fucking Keum, and that's self explanatory, a valid reason, and an unchanging fact.

Searching through your bag, you picked out your wallet, phone, and weapon.

"Wanna kick some ass?" You offered, already putting on your shoes. He scoffed, it was enough reaction—all that you require from him.

"You suck at comforting." He complained, wearing a foreign genuine small smile.

"It works on you." You cheekily jab, glancing at his feet— 'oh right... He trespassed from the balcony.'

"Should I-"

"I'm borrowing this." He cut you off, wrying the water off your bathroom slippers. (For the record, their neutral in color and bigger.)

"Mnhm." You hummed in agreement.

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WHAM

BAM

Crunch

WHACK

Slurp...

The loud slurping broke Wolf away from his trance, he turned his head facing you who's currently eating so casually.

He traveled at the sight of you who give zero fucks about the violence in front. Before the poor souls who couldn't look away in time for his 3 second rule take a breath of relief, he gave them to final kicks in the guts each.

The now breathed Wolf calmly approaches you, muffled groans echoed in his background.

You offered him a stick filled with fish cakes and tteokbokki. However instead of getting hold of the stick, he directly ate it from your hand.

"..."

"..."

"What?" Wolf inquired, as he took another bite. You felt your heart skip a beat, thoughtless and slightly air headed, you wiped a small splat of blood on his cheek.

You froze, feeling his gays on you, making you realize what you're doing. "O-oh, I was..."

"It's not mine." He shrugged, but didn't swat your hand away as he continue to eat from the stick you're holding.

"..."

"I know." You mumbled, internally hoping that you don't look like a blushing mess in front of this annoying me good looking dude.

Ting!

Yay? You thanked your phone for giving you a distraction before you self destruct. Unfortunately, your happiness was quite short live as you realize that the message was from Donald.

["Meeting at Yeo-il tomorrow 4:00 p.m. council room, don't be late."]

["If you're with him, drag him too."]

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TO BE CONTINUED...

'Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!' You dashed through the door with a bag slung over your right shoulder, school issued blazer hanging on your left forearm, a lunchbag held by your left hand, two toasts dangling from your mouth, and your key on your right hand.

Apparently, you forgot to set your alarm last night, all thanks to having to clean up after the loose ends of Manwol's eradication. You stayed up till 3 am just to finish the work Donald suddenly dumped at you making sure that nothing the union did that evening can be sued.

Your uncharacteristically calm neighbor did not lighten your day at all.

"What's with all the fuss? It's just around seven." Wolf quirked his brow accompanied by a lazy smile, casually leaning on the corridor wall.

You shoved your key inside your pocket, now holding the toasts at hand. You responded; "Good morning, Wolf. I need to catch the bus. Don't talk to me right now, I might bite."

"I don't mind." His gaze did not leave your form as you insert your feet in the black shoes. "By the way, if it's the yellow bus that you always rode, it already left about...  15 seconds ago."

"WHAT!?" You exclaimed, dropping all your things to look out the corridor window.

You see the bus already a house away from the bus stop.

"No way..." Your shoulders drooped at the sight of the leaving bus, hearing Wolf click his tongue as if he's the one annoyed.

"Stop looking like a damn loser there, you're just gonna miss some advance study time anyway." Wolf stated, as if it was a matter of fact that he just knew.

"Tch, easy for you to say. I'm hanging by the scholarship's sliver thread here." You sighed in resignation, picking up the things you dropped earlier. "If I lose only a single point then I'd have to wait for another semester for a new application."

"How annoying, come with me." Authoritatively, Wolf shoved the toast from your hand into your mouth and casually grabbed your blazer from you.

You inaudibly complained, mouth stuffed with the bread. Having no choice as Wolf has your blazer, you complied anyway.

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"... I'm not gonna ride that shit." You firmly stated, staring at the beautiful piece of metal in front of you.

"Why, you scared?" Wolf taunted, pulling the bike down from the ramped parking lot.

"I'm wearing a skirt." You explained, a little exasperated while you snatched your blazer back to wear it.

"I know, i have eyes." He took out a kanzo leather jacket from the Ubox of the big bike, and wrapped it around your waist, then smirked. "I might see another set of florals."

"YOU-" Your eyes widened at his comment, about to retort, when he abruptly shot your head in his helmet. It has a subtle whiff of his cologne, faint of his natural scent, and a hint of smoke. Your mind is going to places it definitely shouldn't.

"What are you waiting for? Hop on." With a slight frown above his half lidded gaze, he shook his head towards the seat behind him.

His pretty face seems almost morally legal to punch, if only he wasn't about to give you a ride to school, even offering you his only helmet making you blush hard.

You've never been so grateful to a helmet, until now... And maybe you will again, later.

The muffler roared, and the bike lunged forwards, weaving through traffic in a blur. The ungodly speed he's going did NOT fail to make you grip his waist tighter, making you feel a vibration of some sort on his stomach.

Was he laughing at your slightly trembling grip, while he made those which you swore to be MotoGP passing sharp curves? Yes, he was.

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"Until when are you gonna keep hugging me?" Wolf snickered, wearing his goddamn signature grin.

Going back to reality, you free his waist and jump off the bike. You returned his helmet and jacket. "Thanks a lot, I'm not doing it again and I believe that I owe you dinner."

"You do." He lazily hummed, reeving the engine loudly as he drove off.

'... He didn't even wear the damn helmet, rest in peace, wolf' You thought to yourself, until someone patted you back.

"Who was that, your boyfie??" Yeri asked, her eyes sparkling in curiousity.

"No" You replied in a heartbeat, but yeri only responded with a cheeky grin. "If you say so~"

With that, Yeri walked inside the school clinging to your arm.

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Counting money is the best, especially when it's yours.

"Mr. Na, if you think that handing me my share a few days early along with a 15% bonus is gonna cut the short notice all nighter you put me in yesterday, then you're absolutely correct." You gave Donald a thumbs up, earning a subtle look of disbelief from Kingsley.

"You did a rather clean job, considering that it was sudden." Donald let out an amused look, his leg crossed. "Once you're done counting, you may go. Unless there's a report that requires my knowledge."

"Yeah, there kinda is actually." You contemplate, unsure if it was worth asking about.

"Let's hear it." Seeing your expression falter was quite a rare sight, further fueling his interest.

"While I was 'cleaning up', there were some private dealings with changhui-" You spoke slowly, watching Donald's expression slowly become thoughtful. He signaled a palm, making you stop speaking.

"How far are you?" Donald's serious tone gave you chills, his eyes bored straight into yours.

"... I reached their middleman, then i stopped." Firmly, you stated while fiddling with your fingers.

Donald stared at the additional files i brought him, then he brought his eyes back at me.

"You can leave this as is, just focus on your girls for a while." He shoved his hand in his pocket, then dismissed you after taking a bite of his chocolate.

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Just as you exited Yeo-il, you stretched your stiffened back and flap your arms while walking.

"Keke, you look like a chicken trying to fly."

You turned your head to the source of the unwelcomed compliment, yes compliment. Chickens are yummy, juicy, and delicious.

"Hello there uh.. jaimy gay and jack kang?" Genuinely, you do not know his proper name.

A vein threatened to pop on Jimmy's forehead, and Jack held him back. "It's Jimmy bae, that's his name."

"Okiie~ my bad, haha." You shrugged, walking past the two.

"Hold it, bitch." Jimmy spit out, swatting Jack's plea of peace away.

"What did you call me?" You glared, looking back at him and the apologetic expression the other boy had.

"Jim-"

"Shut it, Jack. This bitch's been on my nerves since day one, hiding behind Donald's dick all the time, acting like you're superior and whatnot." Jimmy venomously barked, returning your glare.

You let out a humourless laugh, the mocking kind. "Says the one who begged just to be here. At least I was recruited, unlike you."

"If you think that your girlie uniform and stupid 'badge' is gonna prevent mw from trashing your ass, then you're fucking wrong." He's seething now, completely ignoring Jack's request to retreat.

Just as the situation was about to escalate, a tall shadow suddenly spoke."Union infighting is forbidden."

"Hey there, Myales." You waved at the hoodie guy, wiping away the glare from your face.

"It's Myles." He corrected you, then ltook back at two Gilshin students. "Donald doesn't like waiting, you better hurry up."

"Tch, don't tell me what to do. I already know that." Jimmy being prideful as ever, didn't really help his own case. Jack simply nod at you in curt apology.

"Thanks for the save!" You smiled aa if you weren't just internally planning murder a few seconds ago.

"Don't sweat it, muscle heads gotta protect the brains. You're much better than rich bastard Philip anyway." Myles shrugged, walking away.

'Fuck, that was kinda cool.' Facing your feet back to your original path, you remember still owing Wolf dinner.

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"Are you sure this is edible?" Wolf glout at the food in front of him.

"Wow, that's kinda mean. It's not the most presentable but it is yummy, i assure you." You lower the corners of your lips, gawping at him with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"Lower those eyes, before i gouge them out." He pressed his index on your forehead, pushing you down to your seat.

Thump

Falling on your chair, you silently cursed. Shoving food on his plate, slamming his chopsticks beside where his hand is at rest.

Wolf sat down, unfazed by your tantrum. "Doesn't taste as shitty as it looks."

"I'm never doing this again." Still pouty, you stuffed your mouth with rice.

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"Hey have you noticed?"

"Yeah, like... They don't bother us much anymore."

"More like avoid."

"They seemed scared though."

"But they only don't bother us when we wear the badge."

"The one (y/n) handed out?"

"Uh-huh, as long as you pay the weekly class tax she gives out the new batch of pins."

"The outdated ones still get ganged on, some teachers also don't consider their recitations."

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It's been a few weeks since Manwol's downfall and the rapid growth of the Union.

With the Union's power backing your client's product— the pin badges. Any female student wearing the weekly issued pins are protected by any union member from unwanted advances from no-name thugs, and also exemption from their random licentiousness.

Whatever happens to those badge-less girls isn't any of your business. It did prick your conscience a little, but it's not enough to overthrow the grasp money has on you.

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Before the break started, you already gave out the badge pins to your girls.

Winter break came, the air began to cool and the first snow fell from the sky.

It seems that your not only passive aggressive but also a lung cancer enthusiast neighbor, more often than not, coincidentally match the exact day and time of your weekly report to Donald with his own cigarette run.

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"Good aftie, Wolf~!" You greet him over the balcony. It's already been more than half a year since you moved to the apartment, yet within those times you've never seen any of his guardians.

"Ugh, someone's all buzzy today." Wolf exhales a puff of smoke, glancing at the food containers filled with side dishes you're extending to him. "What's that?"

"I practiced cooking, and made too much for myself." You shrugged, leaving the food containers on his side of the balcony railing.

"Lies, you're a glutton. These are probably the failed ones." He snickered, dropping his cigarette then stepping on it with the sole of his slipper. Seeing that you're about to retort, he jumped over your balcony.

"What the fu-" Surprised, you almost stumbled. Without further ado, he scooped the side dishes you gave and made his way in your place.

"Hey! Don't bring your ashed flipflops inside!!!" You held him back, grasping his arm.

Unconsciously, you gasped— his arm is freaking solid, I mean... It is that arm's fist that punched you in the gut a few months ago, but still!

"..."

"What? You like biceps?" Even without looking at his face, you could tell how smug his expression is just from his tone.

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Winter break passed in a blur, calling it eventful was an understatement.

Light late afternoon meals with Wolf, his random fights during mid morning walks while you just sit at some corner apathetically waiting for him to finish, one time when the heater of your apartment malfunctioned he cocooned you in all the fabric he could find (whether or not he's making fun of you, you'll probably never know but you'll definitely bet on it).

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Bang

Bang

Bang

"What?" You opened the door, still half asleep.

"D'you know what fucking time it is?" Wolf asked with an obviously irritated tone.

"You fucking woke me up for that...?" Your voice trailed off, glancing at his now red blazer. "Oh shi-"

"Well? Hurry the hell up." He leaned on the corridor wall, as you shut the door and scrambled inside.

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"Can't we uh... Fly instead? Maybe teleport even??" You stare at his motorcycle as if it was cursed.

"Stop complaining and get your ass up here." Wolf shoved the helmet over your head, he waited for you to get on before he warmed the engine.

"Hold tight."

TO BE CONTINUED...

It's been two months since you joined the Union. Your presence made a huge impact on their finances, positively, that is.

It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. You monopolized the supply for your clients with political wits, back stabbings, and rumors. Your entire school turned into some sort of modern inner palace but no emperor.

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"WAAAH! These are so cute~!!!" Yeri exclaimed, pinning the badge on her uniform.

"They change their designs routinely." You informed her subtly as you arrange the other badges to distribute later per classroom.

"Huh? What for?" She inquired.

"For the University festival shirts, club shirts and pins, and also some school issued jerseys for the sport fest. I made a platform about them back then." You shrug and glanced at Yeri who bought your explanation rather easily.

"Hold on, does that mean you'll include the elementary and high school? How?" With a slight hint of worry and curiosity, Yeri voiced her thoughts out.

"I already talked to the highschool council and the elementary level coordinator, they agreed and signed when i showed them my proposition paper." You stated, calmly taking out a folder then hand it to Yeri. "All that's left is your signature, prez."

"Where do I sign?" Yeri exclaimed while holding a pen.

"Here" You pointed at the bottom left of the paper.

"Since the fund collections are still ongoing, I'll distribute these badges first." Waving to Yeri with a small smile, you head out of the room with the box of badges at hand.

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Right after school is dismissed, you head towards a cafe near Yeo-il middle school.

Midway you got a notification from your phone, Donald sent you a message;

["Change location and schedule at the main hall, 6th floor of the construction site for Haedong Building, Yeongdeungpo District 7. Second Friday, 10 PM."]

["I'll introduce you to the others, and inform them of your badges too."]

Reading this, you frowned. You're already just a few blocks away from the cafe, then suddenly the meeting was moved 6 hours forward.

With a huff you turned around and decided to head back to your apartment first, you've moved to a closer and with better facilities ever since you got your first commission which was enough to cover your rent, food, and other necessities with extra.

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Clack

Your new place is certainly an upgrade, with the only problem of a nicotine addicted neighbor. You've never met whoever was overdosing on cancer sticks next door, nor are you interested as long as they don't actually bother you.

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After doing your homework, eating dinner, and other chores, you head to the balcony with a cup of tea on one hand as you take in the breeze of the night.

{Time: 8:15 pm}

The supposedly fresh evening breeze was interrupted by a wave of smoke from the next-door balcony.

"Hm? Didn't know we were neighbors, flower girl."

You cursed under your breath when you heard the familiar voice and nickname, internally thanking the tea you drank for keeping yourself calm instead of bashing the mug on his head.

"I have a name, you know?"

"Not interested"

"Whatever."

As the boy took a drag of his cigarette, you sipped your tea. A few moments of silence.

"Want a rematch?" The boy in kanzo casually suggested.

"I'd lose." You admitted with a sarcastic tone.

"How boring." He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"..."

"..."

An idea lit an imaginary bulb on your head. "I beat you, stop calling me a flower girl."

The boy sneered, thinking for a moment. "Then if i win, you'll be my shuttle."

"Hell no" Without missing a beat.

"Pussy" He spit down the balcony, not even checking if anyone was there.

"Yeah, so what?" You shrugged, unbothered.

"Tsk, then just buy me 20 packs." He threw his finished cigarette and stepped on it.

"Sure, I'll also prepare for your funeral  in about 10 years." You satirically raised your mug for a mock toast.

His smirk turned into a slight frown, in which you responded with a rather soft giggle.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Annoyed, he glared at you.

"You look funny." Blatantly, you replied.

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"Fuuuuuuck..." He plopped his back on the cemented floor of the apartment lobby. "You fight fucking dirty."

"Urgh..." You're holding your stomach, crouched down near a wall. "Should I thank you for not targeting my face or taze you again 'cuz my stomach hurts so much..."

"You wanna tase me again? Will that undo my paralysis?" Genuinely curious, he glanced at you waiting for a response.

"Are you stupid? It doesn't work that way." Taken aback by his question, you looked at him as if he grew another head.

A few minutes later, you casually dropped your name.

"You call that a win?" He furrowed his brows.

You responded with a simple and straightforward "Yes."

"Tsk" He stood up, still stumbling a bit before halting when you called him.

"Hey! What's your name?" Still holding your stomach, you stand up too.

"I'm Wolf fucking Keum, you better remember that." He answered, glancing over his shoulder to you with a shit eating grin.

"So 'fucking' is your middle name?" You deadpanned, making your way out of the building.

"... Where are you going?" Wolf asked, tilting his head and quirking an eyebrow.

"Somewhere." Without looking back, you ambiguously voiced.

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For some reason you both ended up arguing again, inside a convenience store.

"When eating spicy noodles, it's best to add cheese." You smacked the cheese slice in your cup noodles before almost placing it in the microwave.

"What kind of psyco adds cheese in their shit?" Wolf opposed, snatching the uncooked noodles away from you.

"I want cheeeeeeeese!!!" You whined, like a kid. "I'll buy you a smoke, just leave my cheese alone."

"Now we're talking, just don't take a shit in the alley if your food takes revenge on you." He sneered, leaving your food alone as he headed to the counter and showed his fake ID for cigarettes.

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Once you are finished eating, he muttered something you didn't hear. You were quite surprised when he waited for you, not that you'd show though.

"Let's go." Not waiting for your response, he went to the door, but someone was blocking it.

"..."

"Move it." Wolf stood by the door, his eyes slowly getting impatient.

"Me?" You tilted your head confused as you finished throwing your trash.

He simply pointed an index at his hand holding the door handle and at the tall shadow on the other side, he turned his head back towards the door. "I said move, I need to get out."

"GET A FUCKING CLUE DIPSHIT! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" With that the door flew open and a tall yellow haired eraser shaped looking guy grabbed Wolf in the collar.

'1...'

You stood there, near the door while still processing what was happening. When suddenly, a punch was thrown at Wolf's cheek. Still though, he's unresponsive. You weren't worried though, you knew you didn't have to.

"DAMN, YOU REALLY FUCKING PISSED ME OFF." Yellow head, still unaware of his soon to be beat up fate threw another punch at Wolf.

'2...'

'3...'

He casually gave you his glasses, then he threw a fist straight into the nose of the other guy.

POW

The yellow head fell on his knees as his nose bled, but Wolf wasn't done yet. He placed a fist on top of the guy's head, guiding it to his knees.

WHAM

"You little shit!" A black bowl cut haired boy roared, attempting to attack Wolf.

In which Wolf kindly responded with a swing on the bowl haired boy's jaw.

"You fucking nuts!" A giant sprung near him, but before he could do anything, you kicked the side of the giant's knee. Wolf ignored him and just proceeded to stomp on the bowl cut boy.

You pocketed Wolf's eyeglasses to safety, then kicked the giant's calf. He gripped your arm tightly, making you wince a little. Wolf then grabbed the giant's shoulder, and a crack was heard making the giant kneel.

"Fuck! Don't interrupt, bitch!" The giant faced you, but you weren't fazed.

A finish of Wolf kicking the huge guy in the head and you kicking the giant's hip at the same time. He stomped more but stopped when you handed him back his glasses.

After wearing it, he tried lighting his dear cancer stick but unfortunately his lighter failed him. The sight of him staring at his lighter with a feeling of betrayal made you chuckle, before he could glare at you a spiky haired boy lit his cigar wordless.

"Let's go." Wolf called out to you who's currently checking the pockets of the unconscious guys.

"I've still got somewhere else to be." Still checking the pockets, without even glancing back at him.

"Okay." He left without questioning any further.

"Uhm... What's your name, man?" The spiky haired boy asked. "You can tell me that much."

"Don't worry about it." Wolf nonchalantly dismissed the boy's request. He walked away with an amused scoff after glancing at you busily looting the three guys.

'Wolf is kinda chuunibiyo' You thought to yourself as you finish up.

"Uhm.." Spiky haired boy looked confused.

"What? Never played a game? After getting carried by OP players, you gotta loot." You shamelessly tossed a now empty wallet aside and shoved the cash in your pocket ad you start to walk away.

The boy's left dumbfounded, only to snap out of it when you're already out of sight.

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"..."

"..."

"Please stop staring..." You covered your face with your hands, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"What are you wearing?" Kingsley sounded like a disappointed father, and Donald just shook his head lightly.

"I was so preoccupied, i forgot to change!!!" You dump your head on the wall, wanting to just disappear out of sight. You're wearing loose PJ pants and a hoodie with a big print of Mickey Mouse's face, it was after the spar with Wolf when you forgot to change and worse is the bastard(wolf) didn't even mention anything about it.

"Forget it, since everyone's here let's begin the meeting."

TO BE CONTINUED...

In the bustling night street near a certain Academy in yeongdeungpo, you leisurely stroll on your way home with less than zero fucks to give considering that your thoughts are still wandering to the earlier conversation with Donald Na.

It was a rather straightforward discussion, a clarification and an offer. He invited you to the Union, in which he laid out his terms and your benefits. To say the least it was attractive, almost too good to be true that it made you falter. It ended with you asking for more time to decide, unsure if it was worth the possibility of you dirtying your hands than it already was.

WHAM

POW

THUD

WHACK

The sound of fighting echoed from a dim alley beside a karaoke bar, pulling you out of your thoughts. A purple haired boy wearing a grey school issued blazer wiping his bloodied knuckles on the shirt of his passed out victims as he picked up his half-rim nickel-framed glasses.

"..."

'1...'

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'2...'

'3...'

With that the boy started walking towards you."Uh... hi-" Still confused, then suddenly he yanked your collar forward."The fuck!?"

"Who do you think you are, huh?"

"What's your problem!?" instinctively, you hit his left hip with your left knee. Glasses guy slightly stumbles in balance then you grab the arm holding your shirt, lifting one leg on top of his shoulder and the other under the boy's right armpit and do a triangle leg choke.

You released the now coughing guy and ran away clutching your school bag.

Cough!

The boy adjusted his glasses while standing up and catching his breath, his right palm brushed across the crook of his shoulder where the your thigh was previously on as he glanced down his hand holding a broken ID lace and he muttered. "Fuck... she was wearing floral..."

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Panting, you ran and ran without watching your path and bumped, you fell on your butt after bumping into a pole.

"ARGH!!! Why is my luck shitty today!?" You ranted to yourself before kicking the street light pole and quickly regretting it. "Ow!"

'who the fuck was that? Why did he suddenly do that!? Uuugh!!!' your frustrations overridden your thoughts as you continued to walk home.

The vandalized three storey apartment building came to view, well... Your place to be exact. Home, sweet home.

You huffed and entered the building, fishing out the keys inside the school bag hanging loose on your shoulder.

TINKLE

RINGLE

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CLACK

You swung the door open taking in the scent of the DIY freshener from laundry conditioners, removing your shoes and placing them in the rack, tossing the bag aside to check the almost empty fridge for a leftover store brought meal.

BANG

BANG

BANG

The door banged a pattern you most definitely recognize— the landlady. A chain of mumbled curses escaped your lips before steeling yourself to greet the witch.

"Good evening, Ajumma~" you welcomed the older female with a polite, forced smile.

"Rent." The landlady demanded.

"Huh? Didn't my dad pay for it already?" You tilted your head in confusion. The rent should've been paid already, even though your parents were rarely there, the lease was still named after them and also it's past freaking nine with the moon dominating the sky nagging you to go to sleep.

"No he didn't, (yawn) whatever, I'll collect it tomorrow" The landlady rolled her eyes and scoffed as she walked away.

SLAM

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The sun beamed from the gaps of the window curtains, prickling light into your eyes waking you up.

THUD

"Fuck... This is supposed to be sunkiss not sun glare, first thing in the morning." You groggily pushed yourself up from the floor and plopped back to the bed.

After a moment of lazing in bed and contemplating life, you picked your phone up to check the alarm. "Oh, today's Saturday..."

Finally deciding to start the day, you fixed your bed and headed to the kitchen. 'Ah right, I ate the last sandwich yesterday...'

Reluctantly, you changed to presentable clothes, tossing the pajamas into the laundry and shutting the door making your way out of the building, sneaking from the intuitive senses of the landlady.

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.

Arriving at the closest convenience store, you went straight for the basket, filling it up with pre-cooked meals and some chips then glancing back at your budget, you returned more than half of your basket's content with a sigh. Thinking back at the conversation with two Yeo-il middle schoolers.

Waiting in line for the cashier to ring your goods out, a familiar figure cut in line in front of you. "G'morning, asshole." You rolled your eyes, not interested in another mess at broad daylight before noon even struck.

"Oh hey, you're the girl in florals." The purple headed boy wearing a kanzo shirt lifted his chin, looking down at you with a cocky grin.

"Huh? What floral... YOU LITTLE FUC-" You held yourself back, trembling in anger but flush in your cheeks are more from embarrassment— not because you shouted in the middle of a quite populated store but because of the awareness of his implication.

Holding his gaze you grit your teeth in annoyance, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

'1...'

'2...'

'3...'

Abruptly, he took your basket off your hands. "Hey!" Without even glancing back at you he brought it to the counter and paid for it after tossing a pack of cigarettes and some creampuff.

You simply watched him in disbelief as he started walking towards the exit

"ma'am, please don't hold the line." The cashier waved his hand in dismissal as if your supposedly items just got snatched before you could pay for them.

First the purple headed boy, now the damn cashier. Getting pissed early in the morning is definitely NOT your cup of tea, you stormed out of the store only to see the said boy shamelessly eating the pre-cooked meal he definitely paid for but was originally yours.

To dare or dare not, your day's already ruined so why not ruin another person's too?

Meaningful, you stride towards the eating guy and tripped purposely "accidentally", an arm swatting his food away.

"oops" you offered him a sarcastic apology with a snicker. He yanked your collar yet again with an intense glare behind his glasses, damn... Handsome might be an understatement for him if only he weren't such an asshole.

"Are you asking for a beating, you petty little shit?"

"Petty? Try saying it again, pervert fuck." He simply scoffed at your challenge, still holding a fist of your shirt collar. "Careful there, short bitch. I don't hold back on girls."

"Oh yeah? Like you weren't the one coughing on the gravel last night." Not backing out, you gripped the hand holding you. Still keeping the glaring contest.

"Does that sail your titanic, flower girl? Emphasizing the 'flower girl' with a shit eating grin.

"YOU-"

Growl

"..."

Growl? A flush of red crept in your face as his grin turned into a blank stare. You were hungry, famished even. Recalling that all you ate for dinner was a sandwich, and chocolate milk for lunch.

"PUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" A hearty laughter echoed, His grip on you loosening as his shoulders vibrate in sync with his outburst. At the sight of his annoyingly boyish pretty features laughing, you snatched his chips and creampuffs, storming away in embarrassment. He didn't react to your action nor did he stop laughing.

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Munching on the chips making your way back, you thought 'this is so unhealthy...'. As if your morning couldn't get any worse, the landlady is waiting with a stern look on your doorstep.

"Rent." She demanded.

"Ajumma... It's not even past 10."

"Rent." She repeated.

"Neither of my parents came home yet..." You weren't lying, but it's not like you expect them to return anyway. They failed to set you up for adoption once, years ago all thanks to your grandparents' intervenance. Now that they're gone, the only thing preventing them was the tedious nature of the said process. Since they can't deal with it, they just... Left.

"That's your problem. If you can't pay in three days, you better leave." The older woman flatly stated.

"But-"

"No buts, if you can't pay then you better leave before i kick you out." With that she left walking past you.

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Munch

Nom

Gulp-

"uhm... Can you not stare?" Chewing your food a bit slower now, forking another viand and side dish to your rice bowl.

"I'm just a bit surprised at how quick you changed your mind." Kingsley said as he poured water on your glass with a hint of wonder how you're not choking yet. "Did Manwol attack you again?"

"Nah, I just realized that I'm dead broke." You nonchalantly responded, still stuffing your mouth and not caring for the odd glances at you by other patrons of the restaurant.

"ahem, anyway, I'll issue you a card-"

" prefer cash." You firmly requested, then you ordered another serving.

"... Very well, i hope you know how to do your role on your own... and don't choke!" He slammed the cup of water beside your chopsticks and sighed, returning his back at the chair.

"I won't, I won't, don't shout." You dismissively shrug his worries.

"..."

"..."

"What now? You're staring again." You furrowed your brows, not fond of getting stared at while eating. "Hey, i know I'm pretty but-"

"Huh? No, not that. I'm just wondering how you'd do it." Extending a palm in front of your face with a deadpan expression.

"Oh, okay..." You took a sip of your water thinking; 'Damn, that was embarrassing...'

"Well for starters, I'll issue a theme based project inside our school. Since I'm getting paid for this, I can use it to cover the previous suspicions about me embezzling their money." Still unconcerned while checking the menu again, for dessert this time.

"So you didn't?" Kingsley snatched the menu away from you with a warning look.

"I did, but still..." You apathetically admitted while reaching for the menu.

"What's that got to do with the Union?" With a sigh, he returned the menu, realizing that your rather small looking form has a black hole for a stomach.

"You probably don't have a girlfriend." An irked finger twitch and glare was earned from your statement. "And again, What's that got to do with the Union?"

"Sigh, you have no idea how crazy girls with money are when it comes to trends. Even me, if only i got some bucks to waste I'd love to follow the trend too." You dramatically shook your head then ordered your desired desserts, yes, dessertS.

"Very well, the Union is looking forward to your future accomplishments." Kingsley offered you a handshake. Cluelessly, you handed him a tiramisu cup instead.

"... We'll have to work on that"

"on what?" You tilted your head in confusion, still busy eating.

"forget it... Sigh"

TO BE CONTINUED...