Weak Hero: Satellite (Graywolf: Wolf Keum x Gray Yeon)

Chapter One; Page Four

Gray half expected Wolf to lash out at him, but thankfully, he seemed to be completely frozen. Which meant that Gray had enough time to extract himself from the situation and leave before anything else happens.

Making up his mind, he delicately shifted off the bed and began walking to the room door, and since he wasn't too keen on asking Wolf to retrieve his clothes for him- (not out of courtesy) he proceeded to open the door semi-naked.

Gray honestly didn't care much for Wolf despite his hospitality. Wolf was what Gray would call a 'failed client', a term he picked up from his second year on the job. Failed meaning that there was a big chance that Gray wouldn't be getting paid by the client , and thus, the client is no longer relevant. Unfortunate, but it's happened before.

Opening the door, Gray was faced with the rest of Wolf's apartment, and he stopped for a moment to look back at Wolf who was still staring at him wide-eyed.

"Where's your Dryer located?"

It took a few seconds for Wolf to reply, when he did, his voice trembled and he (almost pathetically) stuttered out the words: "L-Left of th-the kit-chen-''

It was a vague answer but an answer nonetheless.

With this, Gray took off to find his clothes, leaving Wolf in the bedroom. The laundry area was easy to find. The Washer and Dryer were located in a small closet next to the kitchen, and were stacked to fit perfectly into the small space.

Gray couldn't help but notice that the horrid smell seemed to have disappeared the closer he got to the main living area, probably because of the addition of open windows that flooded the area with sunlight.

The place looked like it was straight out of one of those magazines he found in the convenience store. Impressive for someone like Wolf, Gray was quite surprised to see that he hadn't ruined his life yet (like he'd assume many highschool delinquents had). He lived in a nice spacious apartment, and owned expensive laundry machines that looked crisp and modernistic.

Considering that Wolf was pretty much a gangster back then, it was odd to see that Wolf grew up to be pretty successful in life- or that's at least what he'd assume.

Breaking out of his line of thought, Gray continued to reach into the Dryer to find his clothes. He found two dress shirts that were almost identical to one another, white stained socks, a black tie, and black dress pants.

It was quite obvious which clothes belonged to who because unlike Wolf's shirt Gray's was thinner and smaller in size, and it crumpled horribly. Wherein Wolf's was made from a good sturdy material and didn't crumple as badly.

If the apartment wasn't already a slap to the face, this was.

Out of all the people that had to bring him home, it just had to be Wolf. Not only that, but it turns out that Wolf was living a good life and had a well paying job to keep him on his feet. Gray, on the other hand, felt resentful.

He knew that it was petty to get mad over something like this, but he couldn't help but feel the anger bubble up inside of him. This was the reason why Gray wanted to stay away from people he used to know, so he didn't have to feel so angry at the cards he's been dealt and instead focus on himself, on earning money.

But lo and behold, Wolf, the Asshole he remembered from so long ago, was blessed with a good life ahead of him? How Unfair. Gray was practically seething as he slid his sleeves over his arms. He of course would never let it show on his face, but he was burning up on the inside.

Aggressively buttoning the shirt up all the way to the collar, Gray finally let out an inaudible sigh to let out some steam.

'There's no use complaining now, I have to calm down.' He thought to himself.

On the other side of the main area the bedroom door opened with a creak, and Wolf stood by the door frame awkwardly, watching Gray with nervous eyes.

"Uh,, your- uhm, your pants?"