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Never mind, this had been a bad idea, even though she had just wanted to spend some time with him, somehow, as she really could not tell what would keep his interest in her. It could have been nice, but the moment he laughed, she only felt beyond stupid, mocked, while she was still flustered from his second attempt to tease her.  “Stop,”  she voiced in a sharp tone, this was already too much and she rather not get even more aroused right in front of him, while he was just making fun of her. 

She had to lean away, when he came closer. His stupid cap still obscuring his face, that it was almost frightening.  “No,”  she huffed, while still trying to calm herself down.  “I’m not, I just wanted…”  Her hands reached for the armrests. She wanted to get away from him. He definitely was not the right one for this and just because, he had bothered to remain around her, it clearly meant nothing, even if she had fooled herself for believing something different at first. Sure, she had liked him, and god… she really was no different than the other girls in her class, which only lead to further embarrassment, while struggling to get out of this situation. “I’m late, I need to get home,”  she suddenly insisted, and almost let out a whine as she just wanted to sit in her chair again. Even in such a situation, she still needed his help. 

      everything was all fun & games until it was no longer her the one taunting, mocking him & being no better than how noa was with her. her own hypocrisy amused him, & after having his amusement, he’d cease with his teasing. his hands, letting go of her body as if that would do anything to help her case. in the end, she still fully relied on him to do something, & as expected, she was still too stubborn to ask for help. instead, she’d only whine like a little child. sangwoo squinted at the back of her head, before eventually letting out a sharp sigh.

     “not even you know what you want, huh? that makes us two...” the latter part was more-so spoken to himself than aimed at her, allowing his stare to drift to the side as if he was in thought—debating on what to do next. eventually, he’d give in & place his arms around her, remaining still for a couple of seconds just to assess her reaction, before picking her up the way he had done so before, turn around & place her back onto her wheelchair. sangwoo had to almost kneel down to make sure she was placed correctly, bothering with helping her place each foot where they belonged. his hand fully wrapping around her thin ankles, staring at them at first without saying a word. his expression turned serious, but that was just because he wasn’t sure that if he looked up, he’d be met with fang’s image. “...” a moment was taken for him to gather himself & let go of her leg, before he stood tall on his feet & looked down at her, leaning his head to the side. “so... are you calling your chauffeur, then? i’d offer to drive you but... i don’t want to deal with your dad.” a bitter smirk was offered.

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“He’s important to me,”  she insisted, looking down at her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, not liking the idea at all to be alone again, even if she would live on her own eventually.  “But… I’m really not sure, how long he will manage to bear my mom,”  she admitted and bit her lip, already feeling so stupid for sharing this.  “We don’t have to talk about them anyway.”  Using his loss as excuse to avoid this topic any further. 

His grip did not really hurt, rather caught her off guard as she fell back onto his chest, looking rather irritated up at him.  “You sure never learned how to treat a girl,”  she huffed, though did not look as displeased as she hoped to be.  “Maybe I can?!” solely based on what she heard, or even bothered to read about. It gave her minimal hope, but it got her quite embarrassed now, as she still does not really know for herself. At first she did not notice anything, looking more away from him till noticing a slight shift, which made her look down.  “Ah-”  She felt nothing, but the sight still did something to her, feeling her pulse rise.  “Fuck…”  Ignoring his teasing for once, while covering her face, too shocked about the quick reaction of her body. She felt so warm, and this idiot had not even done much and yet.  “No. No, no…”  She went through her hair, trying to calm herself, before even holding onto it, focusing more on the mild pain on her scalp.  “I just wanted you to stay,”  she almost whined, knowing she was contradicting herself at this point. Saying this, now that. 

     why would she even cling to such a figure was a mystery to him, but sangwoo supposed that was children did. even he was at fault of that by sometimes clinging to the memory of mother, regardless of the damage that she had done. he did not like to think about that, & while he knew little about her mom, the fact that he was the better option to her, made him wonder. there was something weird about it, & the fact that this talk lead to something sexual, did not help her case.

      sangwoo would snort at her comment, before reminding her of his luck with girls. “i thought you didn’t want to be treated like the rest.” he argued, & did just that by not putting too much of an act. fang seemed to enjoy his attention like this, so why would he stop? even now, as she tried to stop her body from reacting, it became evident that the mere idea & sight, were enough to give her something to fluster her. he’d hold onto her hips & grind her some more before laughing & letting go. her reaction was all too amusing to him. all that bark, & she was already melting. “you’re not getting all hot & bothered, are you?” he taunted, leaning over her shoulder to try to get a glimpse of her expression. his lips were pulled into a smirk. “you really are a pervert. i can see what your true intention was.” not just someone to stay, but to give her attention in a way that she didn’t receive for who knows how long ago.

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Fang felt more uncomfortable again, visibly uncertain as she knew that her stepfather had overstepped a certain line but on the other hand, he was her father, and she did not like the idea of him having any flaws, even though she saw and experienced those on a daily basis and hearing it out of Sangwoo’s mouth now, who really could not make her forget about it, almost urged her to defend her father and with that her family. But she also worried about Sangwoo’s reaction.  “Can’t we just stop talking about my father?”  Trying the neutral way; biting her lip in the process while her body tensed for a moment.  “He’s still my dad.”  Defending (a little) after all, showing her rising discomfort.  “Just blame me.”  Not that he was stopping himself anyway, when pointing out her behavior.

“And you aren’t?!”  she huffed, and was annoyed by the fact that she rarely found anything to criticise about him, somehow he appeared like the good guy here with dealing with someone like her. Even though he could be a dick too, but mostly towards her. Fang took a moment, before she understood and glared at him.  “Really? must be really small then.”  Feeling nothing as usual, and yet he had managed to embarrass her again, before testing her patience again as he kept teasing her. It had not been her goal, and it was stupid to think, that it could have been nice with him, but there was really no way to enjoy his company like this. Another reminder, why she preferred those, who were older (more mature) than her. By now, she had straightened her posture again, only making him see her back till she turned her head.  “So what?”  She had not been here for that, and glanced for a moment down at him, frowning at his crotch.  “I have yet to like yours.”  She would rather play along than admit to anything else.  “So yeah, give me your stupid dick, or would this be your first time?”  Fuck him. 

      “so?” he genuinely did not understand where she was trying to go with that, as if their relationship would suddenly erase the man’s flaws & wrong doings. “just because he’s your dad, doesn’t save him from being to blame.” the fact that she was willing to exonerate him while taking full responsibility was both, ridiculous & confusing, considering the guy had slapped her & treated her like shit... all because she was being petty towards one of her classmates. his reputation mattered more than her well-being, & yet, she was acting all concerned over his name receiving any backlash... even from him.

       her taunting did not get through him ; appearing rather confident in himself despite all her insults. sangwoo would smirk as he leans back & grabs a fistful of hair to tug, forcing her to lean back, as she had done before. “what would you know when you can’t feel a thing?” did she think that he would’ve forgotten about that? was she really in any position to mock him? he had to snort at that. she was trying so hard to appear like she was better than him, yet, sangwoo knew that underneath all those comments, what she wanted was attention—even his. his hands ended up being placed on either side of her hips, forcing her to grind against him as his fave hovered above her shoulder, grinning now. “please, you are not all that different from other chicks...” for someone so desperately trying to appear as such, she sure failed in this regard. “now i know why you wanted me to sit on your wheelchair.”

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anonymous said: mother’s day coming around , just in about two days to be exact ( .. ) what ever will sangwoo do on that special old day —or should I say. how does he manage through it && the haunting memories of his dear old mother?

     “... i think you should invest in a calendar.”

    he does not celebrate mother’s day. didn’t do that even when she was alive. maybe, when he was younger, just a child, but as the abuse became more extreme, sangwoo began to somewhat avoid spending time with his mother. it became easier to try to ignore her screams coming from the basement, & pretend he was none the wiser. it’s one of those things that he had sort of learned to zone out for. of course, there will be reminders everywhere, but his day is spent as usual. perhaps, if he’s a tad agitated, he might target someone to take it all out, but other than that, he does not do anything special about it.

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“Huh, just a little? No wonder…”  she stopped herself mid sentence, as he does not need to know about her more private problems. In the end, she simply had to remind herself to shift positions more or avoid sitting in it so long. Her fingers pinched into the fabric of his jeans to keep herself steady but also avoid to possibly feel his legs.  “I posted some shit online, … ideally I have no social media at all for him, … I didn’t think he would get this mad,”  she tried to excuse herself, looking down at her lap, with his knees below in the middle. Her legs dangled at the sides, giving her a rather vulgar position. In the end it became a bit too straining and she reached forward, hands on top of his knees now.  “But you also … disrespected him,”  she reminded him, wondering if they had caught him on a really bad day, that he would really go this far.  “I bet your parents were rather sweet, but mine ain’t.. but that still gives him no right to let it out on you,”  mumbling the last bit. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassing it became for her and for the first time, she might felt ashamed of her stepfather. It only made her feel more helpless. 

“I…”  she did not want to take the full blame either, but before she could say anything further, he messed with her long hair.  “Hey?!”  Fang snapped, looking back at him, while trying to fix her style again, only to end up completely embarrassed.  “What?! No, I’m just scared of him.”  Scared to lose him, yet she tested his patience, whenever she caused some trouble in school, but then he at least noticed her, others noticed her.  “You can be such a dick,”  she huffed and finally allowed herself to lean back, or rather fall with the help of gravity (possibly knocking some air outta him). In another situation, she probably would have shoved him. Looking up, his eyes looked so gloomy with the cap on. She almost wanted to get up again. 

     “none of that warranted a visit to my home. although, calling it a visit is quite generous...” considering he had given him no option at all. sangwoo was forced to allow him in, after witnessing he hadn’t showed up alone, but with two bodyguards to restrain him in case he tried anything. & she was giving him shit for not paying him respect? ridiculous. he had to let out a snort. “thought respect was something you earned. don’t you think he was quite rude to begin with, by doing what he did?” violating his privacy by looking his home, trespassing & assault. how would the public react if they found out? he had almost wanted to take revenge against him via his daughter, but after seeing how useless she had been to him, it made him react that would likely play in his favour, as he could play the victim & sob a story about how his dear fang went missing. no doubt he’d earn sympathy votes.

       his brows rose when she turned to look at him, appearing amused over her frantic reaction. “you’re so loud & obnoxious...” he noted. for someone that was highly ignored by her classmates & peers, she certainly knew how to draw attention with her loud mouth. it irked him a bit ; wincing whenever she raised her tone even if just a bit. the fact that ended up leaning back made him look down at her, as if expecting her to give him a reason not to push her off the chair. someone was getting a bit too comfortable, it seemed. “then why are you sitting on mine?” sangwoo asked, & gave another glance down, gesturing to what he meant. “you could have avoided me, but instead here you are, wanting me to sit on your chair. goes to show you really must like dicks.” & with that comment, he ended up smirking. his reputation around campus did not help.

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“It’s something at least?”  she tried to argue.  “…and you seem to do better than the time I tried.”  She really could not deal with customers well, even if the outfit had been fun to wear. Treating the customer like the highest being was not her style in the long run.  “I mean, you still got the job.”  Hinting she possibly got fired. 

The moment she faced him on eye level, it became more awkward than she would have liked. She really had not thought, that he would do it and even though it was one of her favorite positions, he was not the kind of guy, with whom you can easily relax, if ever. Been a while, since she sat in such a way, reminding her how immobile it made her. Not sure how she would manage to get off him (alone), if she wanted.  “And, comfortable?”  she wondered, knowing how well cushioned the seat was, but  her bottom still ended up sore. “Me?”  Fang shook her head, already looking worried again.  “I should have just listened to him.”  Behave for once, so this situation would not happen in the first place, but it really was not a side, she had seen yet, but at the same time, she had enjoyed his focus on her. She only ever seemed to achieve it, when she does something wrong. Fang shifted her gaze once again, away from his, while her hands rested on his knees, trying somewhat to lean away from him.  “I don’t know,”  she admitted but gave a quiet nod at the question of feeling guilty. Though was it really guilt or fear, considering he could easily take revenge, but perhaps she would feel better once it was over. As things were now, she did not like at all, as he might be just forcing himself to be nice, she really could not tell.

“Perhaps, I should go the diplomatic way,”  she snorted, considering her father’s job. Possibly talking to him, but a punch to the face seemed easier. Fang was not the type, who forgives, so she really was not sure, what would convince Sangwoo, or was she overthinking a matter, he no more cared about? She squinted at him. 

     he hadn’t got fired yet, but if that wasn’t the case, then he would likely quit sometime soon, when it became too much of a monotonous life. he never lasted in those kinds of jobs, seeming to grow bored or impatient. it was a wonder that he had lasted this long at school. albeit, doing poorly as his focus was slowly being lost.

      at her question, sangwoo hummed. “a little.” not the most comfortable, but did it really matter when she could not feel a thing? it made him wonder how all that worked, but would not ask for now. rather, he’d focus on the way that she leaned forward, as if trying to add as much distance between them as possible, despite being the one to agree sitting on his lap. was she being coy all of a sudden? better not, as it would annoy him. “listened to him with what? you were at my place for a project. or is that also wrong in his eyes?” the guy had at least not witnessed how angry he had been back then due to her insolence, & aside from that little incident, there was no reason for him to react in such a way. if the issue was fang, then why was he the one punished? thinking about it just pissed him off all over again. his expression contorting, as he tried not to think too much about it.

    “you could’ve said something. if anything, you were the one being rude then.” & despite shoving the blame at her, sangwoo ( now ) found some humour in all of this. his hand ruffling with her hair, messing it from the top. “were you trying to be a good girl for daddy?” he taunted, while smirking.

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“Ha-ha.”  A rather dry laugh escaping her, as he called her that again. Something that will probably not change so soon, though she had never felt quite hurt at that particular insult, other things hurt far more.  “It’s not like there are any witnesses.”  And for once she did not seem to mind, that no one would be able to see how they interacted, how she could make someone potentially jealous. For once, it really was not on her mind, she just wanted his focus alone, which was rather difficult to obtain. 

A bit perplexed, she stared at his hands, almost afraid to reach for them or expecting him to pull them quickly away.  “Of course, not… that would be stupid, but then again you seem to do rather well without it.”  Considering how he was working already. Her arms reached for his neck, turning her head away to avoid looking at him or even feel his breath near her. It was awkward nonetheless.  “Or not so stupid, unless you really wanna earn money with art, but it will be most likely just a pittance.”  Not quite motivating but personally, she did not know what else to do.

“Ah, … I’m sorry for that,”  she actually apologized with some difficulty, in retrospect, she felt rather stupid over it, but at the same time, she had been guilty of enjoying the attention, she finally received from her father. A rather short lived joy.  “I don’t know, I really don’t know what I can do to make up for it, … or rather undo.”  At least he seemed to be less focused on her again, perhaps he even forgot, she was not sure, but he certainly was busier with other matters than Sangwoo and her antics.

     her wording made him smirk, only because of the implication of there possibly being something bad, that a witness would be any concern. sangwoo would let out a chuckle, & wrap his arms around her once she secured herself on his neck. picking her up was far from a struggle—managing to do so without much effort. a dead body weighted more, no matter how skinny the bitch was. “dunno if being a waiter would be considered doing well.” it made him wonder whether she was trying to be nice about it, or was being simply practical about it. what good would it be a degree if he didn’t earn enough to pay all the college fees? as he spoke, he switched seats & carefully sat on her wheelchair, while settling her down on his lap. it felt as if he was dealing with a child at that moment, & the talk regarding her father didn’t help.

      sangwoo’s attention lowered to the wheels of that thing, resting them by moving back & forth with her on top. he seemed distracted by them, with him being the child this time. “should’ve put him in his place right there & then.” say something, at the very least, but any anger that he had experienced before was long gone. he just wouldn’t bother with her, when nothing she did would undo the damage. “what’s the point of apologising now that i’ve recovered from my injuries? it sure looked like you were avoiding me while i had them. were you feeling guilty about it or what?”

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@badheart​ said: "What?!" She had not thought about such scenario at all, looking almost flustered, but mostly because she did not seem fully against that idea. "I sit on the floor, of course... but if you want I can sit on you." She smiled, while always wondering how to keep his or anyone's interest in her, and Sangwoo was rather difficult in the matter. "I'm surprised you still go to school, isn't there anything you really like doing? ... With me, perhaps?" She dared to ask.

      her reaction amused her. not the initial shock, but what came a little after. it was hard to believe that she had considered going on the floor before that, but just as he expected, she wasn’t opposed to the idea, either. sangwoo chuckled, averting his eyes.

     “it wouldn’t be a good look if i made the cripple sit on the floor while i took her chair.” he said, & stood in front of her chair with his palms being presented. fingers were curled, gesturing her to lean forward & hold onto him, so he could pick her up. “do you think i should drop out?” he asks, curious of her response. not that he hadn’t considered ( & had plans to do in the near future ), but he also considered what would be of his life if he did. sooner or later, his job as a waiter would tire him as well—never settling for anything. “pft. i don’t know. i don’t want any more trouble with your dear dad.”

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@badheart said: "No, I didn't." She still had those thoughts, whenever she got frustrated or upset. It was still odd to hear it outta his mouth, describing her existence as something so unbearable, death seemed more welcoming. It got her quiet for a moment. "Do you... want to sit in my death chair then?" She joked, despite knowing her humour rarely worked on him. It was more for herself anyway. His words stung more than she would like to admit.

      if there had been any filter in him, it had been lost by now, as he began to care less & less about pretences. his act was becoming weaker, showing glimpses of the person that he was deep down—someone with little empathy, & with an almost childish view of the world. of course, he would think that being in her position would be far more torturous than death itself. he couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped, & relying on others.

    sangwoo made a face at her upon recognising the hurt in her expression, even if she still tried to humour him afterwards. perhaps, someone else would’ve believed that lie, but to him, it became clear that she was simply trying not to break in front of him. he’d let out a chuckle & eye her wheelchair in a curious manner. “& where would you go?” he dares to ask, already amused by what he was going to say. “are you looking to rest on my lap or what?”

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@badheart​ said: "If you were in my position, what would you do?" She wonders.

     ah, tough question. not one that he had an answer for on the ready, but his expression should’ve told her enough. his features contorted with his grimace, displaying something between distress & disgust. he’d not be able to bear it. not in the way that she did. he couldn’t even feel at ease now—how could he even survive without losing his mind? his sanity was slipping away, & no amount of steps would ever be able to catch it.

    “i think i’d rather die.” as always, he could be so crude with his words. something so dark & morbid, & yet his lips painted a small smile. in a way, he was amused by this realization. perhaps, this was just another way of killing someone, without them actually dying. just let them rot in this useless body. “hope you didn’t expect me to give you some motivational speech about how you should be grateful you’re alive.”

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@badheart​ said: "Aren't they cute?" She commented while staring at the baby pandas, living their life in utter relaxation. She really needed to visit the souvenir shop later. "They're so tiny but fat."

      the relationship between the two was a strange one. neither friends, more than strangers, nor classmates for that matter, thanks to her stepfather’s interference. he wasn’t happy with the arrangement. in fact, he had come to resent her for it—for getting him involved in all this. he hadn’t freed himself from his parents to now play the role of one, having to look after her while she enjoyed the exhibition. meanwhile, sangwoo appeared far from enthusiastic about it. his indifference was partially hidden with the way that his cap would shadow his eyebrows. a few traces of the violence that he had endured, were still present on his features. how could she act as if nothing had happened?

     “that will be you if you keep eating a lot.” he commented almost mindlessly, whilst staring away. not that he thought of her as fat, but his standards to what was considered thin were high, & the way that she dressed could’ve definitely fool him, if he hadn’t already felt just how much she weights. “i still think you look more like a skunk.” he reminded, just so she doesn’t get carried away with this idea that she was cute or so. despite his words being mean-spirited, it was until then that he finally let through some of his amusement—smirking a bit before pushing her wheelchair. “we could try to find them so i leave you there. what do you think?”

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@badheart​ said: He dodged her question, so she held back to pry further, though her curiosity remained. He really did not look well though. "I have good news, well however you wanna see it, but the case of your parents will be most likely opened again, and maybe I'll be able to work on it, or someone else. I know it might be pointless but they really did some lousy work in the past."

      as if his luck wasn’t bad enough as it was right now. not only did he had to deal with some asshole blackmailing him into having to babysit his stepdaughter, but now there was this bitch, getting into his business as if he had asked her for this. his stare was set on her—allowing a good look of his face when his head was properly lifted. some bruising remained, but nothing that some tape couldn’t conceal underneath. if asked, he’d just say he had got into boxing, or something of the like. nothing worth being concerned over. although, he doubted there was any, to begin with. most people simply asked out of politeness, or to satisfy their own curiosity. her ‘ good news ‘ were not that different, as sangwoo did not seem nearly as excited as her. his mouth was opened, but not a word came out from his lips for a moment or so.

        his disbelief turned into fake gratitude, though his conflicted feelings still showed through—unable to express genuine happiness. “ah... i suppose that’s a good thing.” still, he did not sound so sure, not even bothering to hide it. “but do you think there will be something left? i mean, it’s been a while...”

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One of the men, punched him on the back of the head, so he would somewhat quieten finally, but not lose his consciousness yet. Akira stared rather pleased at the whole scene, while Fang seemed more silently horrified, that her father would really go such great lengths with someone, that had just started with adulthood. Nothing anyone would like to see, but neither believe if Sangwoo tried to share the true side of Akira, who made sure to share a good chunk of his private life to the public too, giving them an idea about him being a father, something to possibly aspire to, but also wish to have in power and in control of their lives too.  “Neither do I.”  As if this guy’s opinion held any significant meaning to him. Someone who seriously took the art route, nothing meaningful to this country, unless he seriously turned out to be famous but he doubted that would be the case any time soon. 

Fang felt the chills running down her spine, upon meeting his gaze.  “So this is the type you like?”  Akira wondered and turned towards Fang. They sure shared something there, which made him smirk, but nowadays was his tolerance thin.  “What does it matter to you.”  It held many benefits for him, if someone in her class could actually take care of her for him. Pulling her out of school now, would only bring bad press, after all she was supposed to feel included despite her disability. Sadly her old personality still resurfaced, causing ruckus wherever she can, and no amount of punishment seemed to make her stop, actually worsen it.  “The question is whether you agree or not,  … who knows, if you do a good job, I may offer you some benefits, but otherwise… must I really explain myself again?”  He almost wished he would refuse to agree at this point, allowing him to watch his slow demise, almost like watching his alter ego die. The sight of the dyed hair still amused him.

“Papa?!”  Fang voiced, finally able to somewhat move again, unsure what to really do, but she liked neither option for him. If Sangwoo agreed, it would be another cut into her own freedom too, as if not enough aspects of her life were under control.  “What? If you had simply stopped being such a brat, this wouldn’t be the case now, or what is it?”  Akira asked, not taking his eyes off Sangwoo.  “You can’t just … do this? You don’t have to, I mean,”  Fang corrected herself and bowed her head, lips tightly pressing together as she rather not started to cry now, once again feeling completely helpless.  “It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t change the fact that he overstepped a line too, … and that you simply refused to learn all those years.”  Her promises were not anything worth.  “I think I am being rather generous today.”  Though he was amused that this youngster, rather wanted to test his patience and risk his life, than simply deal with his daughter. What an interesting match, unless it ends today. 

       his eyes squeezed shut upon impact, grunting as his head hit the ground from the force packed on that punch. it wounded him. a drop of crimson felt onto the wood board underneath him. a colour that was too familiar to him. it felt like a long time since it had been him the one to bleed. his eyes widened, but only slightly, before his expression returned to its usual state—eyes peering upwards at the man responsible for all this. the one flaunting his ego & power, for some unknown reason.

    “you want me to agree to something i don’t know?” sangwoo managed to say once he was able to lift his head enough ; eyes narrowing at this asshole who dared to look down on him. how big could he talk if he didn’t have these two holding him back? he was dying to return the favour—be the one to paint his face in red.ruin that pretty face of his, so that he had nothing. wasn’t that his main appeal? his image? what a joke. it was no wonder his daughter was just like that. maybe they weren’t so different after all. “i will ask again... what do you want?” if someone’s patience was running out, it was his. the tone of his voice was sharp, as if he could’ve cut through the other with words alone. he was no longer playing around, but showing glimpses of the monster he had become. his shoulders tensed, but he made no attempt to break free this time. “what can i possibly do that you are unable to, mr. man of the people?” even if he’d cooperate, he couldn’t bite back the snark that came with his words. sangwoo had a tendency to provoke—to taunt. in a different scenario, he’d be no different from this man.

      “why do i have to deal with her if she doesn’t know how to behave?”

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@badheart​​ said: "Is everything alright?" Futaba asked upon meeting him in the supermarket, prior to dealing with some idiots on the parking lot. His cap barely allowed a good view on his face.

      ideally, he’d avoid being seen in this state. hence, why he had missed school for the past week. it didn’t matter anymore, how this would affect his record—already coming to terms with the fact that he was likely going to drop out eventually. the amount of money that he was making wasn’t nearly enough to cover the expenses, & his grades left a lot to be desired. there was no passion behind his art, only anger, resentment & a little boy trapped inside this body. his drawings weren’t creative by any means, but a reflection of his soul & the poor state in which it was in. he peered up when he’s addressed, already dreading having to possibly explain himself.

     “ah, officer ito.” he feigns ignorance, offering a smile that lacked any enthusiasm. if he showed too much, it could stand out as odd. a hand placed against his nape, rubbing it with the tip of his fingers whilst his other hand held onto an apple he had picked. it had been days since he last left the house. some groceries were very much needed. “good thing we didn’t meet on the road again.”

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“Haven’t you checked?”  Wondering if the guy even owned a social media account, he certainly had not been linked on hers, otherwise he may had seen the mess that started to spread out, and while Fang kept it vague, it was more than obvious, that she tried to construct a certain dynamic, while not holding back with her tone in written form either. It was only a matter of time, these posts would catch the interest of people outside of her class and school.  “Well, it will be a thing of the past.”  As he deleted her posts and then her account, before her phone vanished in one of the pockets of his jacket. 

Akira seemed mildly taken aback at the guy’s audacity, though turning his gaze towards Fang, who looked more than lost on the couch now, unsure how to deal with this entire situation.  “Seems like you got someone very special here,-”  He would have continued, if it were not for the phone suddenly pointing at him.  “Sangwoo?!”  Fang barely managed to voice, while her stepfather looked mildly irritated at first, but he adjusted fast to the sight of the camera, it was his favorite spot, where he knew that mistakes were no option as it could mean one’s instant demise in the public.  “It’s more a honor to me than you, allowing me the close contact with our next generation, who will have to carry the future of this country with all its problems on their shoulders, something the elders should have taken care off since yesterday,…”  All the while he spoke, he stepped closer. Akira sighed, before giving a small nod. Taking most of the view, his men would be barely seen as they sprinted forward, the wall offering no escape route whatsoever as Sangwoo was grabbed from each side and before he could possibly drop the phone, Akira had snatched out of his grip with his ever present smile.  “Ah… hello.”  No one there, just the normal camera app. 

Sangwoo was forced onto the ground, his arms locked behind his back.  “Sure would have surprised me, if someone like you seriously had some followers, the kid whose parents died a few years ago. A half unsolved case, but perhaps we could change that today, unless you still cling to your freedom,”  Akira spoke while deleting the video, allowing himself a glance at his other photos, though nothing noteworthy. Perhaps a new one, as there was not a single picture of his parents.  “You said you have no issue with taking care of her, it sure would spare me a lot of hassle, … or you can become the murderer of your parents & the one who tried to sexually assault my dear child. I don’t think you know who I am, but I will assure you, that there will be no one in this godforsaken country, who will help you, … not that this is new to you anyway.”  Sangwoo’s phone was dropped right in front of him. An old article was opened, how quickly the case had been closed about his parents. Though it went beyond the incompetence of the police, but him holding a good chunk of them in his palm.  “Don’t make me your enemy, unless you desire something worse than death.”  Meanwhile Fang was beyond speechless, though it was not the first time for her, she had seen such side about him, but this here was a whole different matter, it was just her classmate?! 

     what could she have possibly written to get this man so on edge, & in fear of it spreading around? it sure sounded more severe than he’d expect. otherwise, why would he concern himself over some petty drama among young adults? it made him wonder—throw a glance at fang, who remained without saying anything. that bitch hadn’t shut her mouth before, but now, it was as if he was dealing with a mute. still, sangwoo did not let his irritation aimed at her show, as it was her stepfather who remained on focus. his ‘ speech ‘ gave him an idea of the kind of man he was dealing with ; alluding to being some candidate for something. otherwise, he’d not try to appeal to the youth. he had fallen for the bait, but even with a camera pointing towards him, it didn’t stop the other two brutes from getting in the way & restrain him.

      his body became tense, eyes widening upon feeling them try to bound him to the ground, but sangwoo still fought back. even with his kind of strength, he was unable to do much with two guys of this size. from panicked at first, to infuriated—he did not hide his disdain for the man who dared to talk down to him, as he browsed through his phone. whatever he was trying to find, it wouldn’t be there. most of its content were things that anyone his age would have on their phone. his attempt at mocking him, made him raise his head & narrow his eyes at the man, before scoffing & meeting him with a smirk. “unlike you, i don’t need to try so hard to get followers. not that i care about such a shallow thing.” social media had rarely interested him, but he still had an account regardless, with a considerable amount of following, despite rarely posting on it. he wasn’t by any means, isolated, the way that this man wanted to make it sound.

      sangwoo tried to lift his body despite the added weight, only managing to move a few centimetres before being knocked back to the ground ; earning a grunt. this was ridiculous. every word that came from this asshole’s mouth, only managed to piss him off even more. his anger in full display, with furrowed brows & gritted teeth. the image was akin to a wild animal being dealt with ; struggling against its captures, with the desire to bite back. “what the fuck do you want?” his voice came in-between groans, still moving every now & then to no avail. his stare momentarily shifted towards that bitch, who remained silent throughout the whole thing. all of this was her fault, so why was he being dragged into it? his stare set back on the man. “why is it on me if you can’t control your daughter? you’re her parent, not me.” it didn’t make any sense to him. just what did he expect him to do in this position? his threat, only managed to make his blood boil ; curling his fingers to the point that his knuckles turned white. hands still behind his back.

     “what are you even campaigning for when you can’t even keep your daughter in check?”

[scrinja]

“Wasn’t hard to miss,”  he replied and offered a knowing smile. While it had been faint, there sure had been higher volume of their voices before they had rung the bell. Fang in the meantime, still seemed partially torn about how to present herself, while being rather surprised how well the other handled the situation so far, he sure was just as different once he was among people then, or ones with authority.  “Stepfather, so don’t bother,”  Akira seemed to warn, as he knew very well that it was not the case, she would not call anyone of her parents. Once stepping into the room, his eyes immediately fell on Fang, who had taken a rather relaxed stance, as if she was doing the most normal thing in the world right now.  “Papa…”  she voiced, the surprise still written all over her face, her fingers digging into the fabric of Sangwoo’s hoodie, something that caught Akira’s attention too and making him once again wonder what possible relationship they hold.

Barely any seconds passed, there he had already closed the distance between them, meeting her face with a hard slap of his hand, which echoed throughout the house, while Sangwoo had just barely finished his sentence.  “What kind of stupid shit have you been doing again?”  he asked her, while opening his phone before showing her the pictures, she had been sharing today, which was not even the worst but the comments, some she even had replied to, not even trying to play the innocent.  “I thought, I had forbidden you to stop creating new accounts, sharing your stupid fake stories, but you really cannot stop. Are you even aware, that this will only fall back onto me?”  All the while he knocked the phone on top of her head, to get into her thick skull finally. Fang only managed to murmur something inaudibly, before her phone was snatched away from her lap and unlocked, her father knew the pin. 

“And what’s your role in this?”  he asked Sangwoo once turning his attention back to him, and even though he was mad, he seemed to smile a little bit more again upon seeing him.  “Did she offer you money, or even her body?…”  At which he actually snorted, doubting its possibility, considering this guy looked like, he could make better choices, if that was even possible, Akira detested all women.  “…to play her boyfriend or what’s up with those childish games?”  Looking back to Fang, who avoided his stare. “It wasn’t my idea,”  she lied, while only glancing at her phone for a few seconds, hoping he would not delete her accounts again, especially her art account, which always had survived the purges for now.  

     what was with this guy’s attitude? it sure did not match the initial image that he presented, though that might be sangwoo projecting onto him, by adopting a whole new persona—one could earn people’s hearts. his eyes narrowed in his direction as they both headed into the living room. even if fang remained relatively calm now, her initial shock & the way in which she gripped onto his hoodie, revealed her true emotions regarding this man. he wasn’t left to ponder too much on their dynamic, when a hand came striking across her face. even if sangwoo had been tempted to do just that, moments ago, the fact that this man did it, unashamed over whoever might see, really stood out to him. his brows were raised, though he wasn’t alarmed at the sight of violence. this was nothing in comparison to the things he had seen ; almost deeming them as normal.

      whatever he had showed her over the phone couldn’t be that bad, he thought—allowing the scene to unfold without interjecting for now. it was only until he became a person of interest to her stepfather, that sangwoo showed some visible reaction. a snort almost escaped him, wanting to laugh at his face over how ridiculous he was being. & this was a grown-up, he was supposed to respect? “part on what? we just stopped on our way here to get something to eat. what about what she wrote was a lie?” now, he genuinely wondered. none of it had been an act for him. they had simply chosen to show it, rather than keep it to themselves. he had paid for the food & all. what else did she add, to possibly spark that idea on this guy? his gaze then, fell on the two bodyguards standing by the door.

    “isn’t it kind of sick for her stepfather to think of her offering her body?” he questions, & as he did that, his phone was pulled from the pocket of the back of his jeans, unlocking the screen & holding it up, as if he was recording the scene. “thought your name sounded familiar. it’s such an honour to have someone like you into my home.” his voice lacked any excitement, which alluded to him being sarcastic. yet, his smile displayed his amusement. a new joy found in this situation, even as she attempted to shift all the blame on him. “would you mind waving for the people watching?” sangwoo peers from behind his phone, keeping his back close to a wall, just in case this guy had any funny ideas with those two gorillas behind him.

[scrinja]

Asshole, she thought but remained quiet for now, his gaze making her feel even smaller than she already was. He really could be scary if he wanted to, his whole body gave him a rather imposing and threatening aura and with the hoodie gone, she knew what power he actually held. She almost missed it, before it all, he had appeared so soft and even cute. 

Whatever he had expected, it clearly was not a guy like him at the entrance door, though he did not feel out of place either in this rotten district. Akira looked up at him, even more so due to the stairs, which honestly made him wonder at first, if he was really at the right place, though something caught his attention, once looking past the man’s arms and at the familiar wheelchair at the back. He smirked, got her, before looking back at the house owner.  “Kamiya Akira, I think you are having a guest, I would like to bring home finally,”  he voiced and already took the first steps upwards. It honestly was a miracle to him, how she ended up with him, was there something going on since a longer time or what caused this meeting?  “She hasn’t caused any problems or?”  he asked, as he really could not imagine her properly behaving around others at this point. It honestly was rather atypical of her to meet someone at this point. 

Fang in the meantime froze in her position, the moment she heard his voice.  “Why-”  Why was he here, had she forgotten about anything, or why would he seriously care to come here himself? Sangwoo should not play any relevance to him. Hell, she was sure that he was the last person, who would bother to vote here. But anyone seemed to matter more to her father than his own stepdaughter, too focused on his very own image. Did he possibly saw her social media? Unsure what to do, she actually held onto Sangwoo’s hoodie, hoping that if anyone would get trouble here, it would be him, while seeking minimal comfort as well. 

      the response that he obtained, only added to his confusion. the name didn’t give away anything, other than the fact that it sounded vaguely familiar, as if he should recognize it somehow from somewhere, but where? sangwoo didn’t have a clue. not only that, but his appearance gave him difficulty to place the relationship that he had with fang. he looked young, fit. couldn’t be older than someone in his mid-thirties, but that carried himself with maturity beyond his age. it made him unconsciously glance over his shoulder, back into his home, before he stepped aside & allowed the man in. eyes wary of the other two that accompanied him.

      “we were just having a discussion over our project.” sangwoo lied, while giving her a momentary stare. if he was doing this for someone, it was for himself, rather than her. whoever this man was, seemed important enough to avoid messing with him. he could only test his luck so much. sangwoo leaned against the wall adjacent to the arch of the living room. both of his hands pressed against the wall while his weight leaned against it, & he flexed a leg. a rather casual stance, for someone whose house was invaded by strangers. “are you her father? if so, i think she was about to call you.” a half-lie this time, as he assumed that she’d call either of her parents to pick her up. the fact that she was so quiet on the matter, intrigued him—staring into the living room without directly looking at her, until he kicked himself off the wall & pulled her wheelchair out of the way, clearing the entrance to the living space. there, he’d step in & set his stare on her, watching the shift in her demeanour.

     “we were planning on meeting again to actually carry it out. i hope that’s not too much trouble for you, sir.” he wanted to mock him between formalities ; carrying himself as if he was holier than thou. “i know my place isn’t ideal for someone in her condition, but i don’t mind assisting her.” meaning, he had no issue carrying her up the stairs.