Having to work with… this man is absolutely gut wrenching.

He was crazy, but at the same time it felt as if you were exactly like him. Except, better.

At the metro, after a days work of playing ddakji with hell knows how many people, you’ve recruited quite a lot for two people.. you two proceeded to walk out, chatting, telling each other what happened — just like normal friends. Even if it looked as if we were talking about business since our attires made us look super serious…

Anyway, you two just came up with a brilliant idea.

You bought as much lottery tickets as you could, not really giving a damn about wasting money because you both dressed rich and were definitely wealthy. Thanks to the Frontman, of course. Your partner bought a ton of bread, fit to feed a whole ass kindergarten class since it fit in a large bag. Your main point was to go to the nearest park and search for poor people. Eventually you did find a place and it was perfect.

You asked everyone the same question — Bread or lottery? Until the lottery ran out.

You ended up seeing your.. partner stomping on the bread like a child who didn’t get what he wanted. The urge to just — pull out your gun to make him realize how stupid he was acting right now. But no, you did not and just watched from the side, unamused.

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“I wasn’t too much, was I?”

He chuckled charmingly, walking alongside you in the afternoon sunshine, as if he didn’t just stomping on perfectly good bread. Not that he cared anyway…

You saw how he just so carelessly walked away with you, not knowing that two spies were right behind you two — they work for.. player 456, but you were both unaware of that. Or.. maybe only you were. He was probably plotting something in his mind, which explained the fact that his hands were reaching for his gun somewhere in his suit jackets pockets.