06-29-2018, 11:08 AM
in all my times of hanging out with my friends back in korea in alley ways and other bad areas, i had never met someone so drunk before. the yelling and cussing was what attracted me to the scene mostly, and i found myself eyeing brad with slight distaste as i padded up next to my fellow crewmates. watching as the brute spit a cigarette onto the ground, i held my breath quietly, looking back at him with almost a sadness. oh, he didn't know what could happen to him, did he? i now found myself slightly stressed, glaring at the area where the cigarette lay. voices suddenly snapped me out of my daze as i looked over at the drunk boy. i quietly spoke up after goldie, looking at brad. "i'm crownedprince, but you can call me prin." i said, my korean accent lacing my english words. "the typhoon's a group to stay, if you want to, dangsin-eun babo." i kept my friendly tone, hoping no one noticed the sourness in my voice.