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wooyoung enters the dangerous world of superheroes, determined to make a name for himself, to live on to his family legacy of famous heroes. but he soon finds himself targeted by san, a villain from a famous family of anti-hero...
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"that costume sucks so bad" yeosang's stared down at the thing in front of him with his eyebrows lifted and a palpable confusion on his face. he paced back and forth across the room, holding up the costume in his hands. " no seriously, what the fuck is that"
"it's not like i willingly wanted to be a hero, it wasn't like you."
wooyoung couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. his heart was not in it, but he had no choice. like he ever had one when it came to his legacy... he wished his parents were a bit more like yeosang's. letting him have a choice.
but him? no. he HAD to become a hero, even if it was against his will. the name, the costume, and everything else was already predetermined for him by his parents from the moment he even graced the earth. and the only way out of it was to lose his inheritance and everything else along the way. if he dared to walk out he was sure his parents would become his own personal villains.
the thought of it left a bitter taste in his mouth. he had always been his own person, but now he felt trapped, forced into this path by his own family.
at this point it made him wondered how many other heroes had the same story, how many of them were doing it out of obligation and not passion?
he gazed out of the window of their small apartment, watching as the city bustled below. the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the rooftops and streets. halcyon vale was quite something.
despite his reluctance, the young man couldn't help but feel a sense of duty, a responsibility to protect the people of this city.
he looked towards yeosang, still holding his costume, a vibrant red and orange ensemble with intricate designs and sleek lines. it felt like a facade, a false front to hide behind. but he knew he had to wear it, to play the part of a hero, even if he didn't feel like one.
"no but you cannot tell me-"
wooyoung felt a little self-conscious as he grabbed the costume back from yeosang and fiddled with the piece of clothing in his hands, knowing that his friend yeosang's costume was far more impressive than his own. it was hard not to feel a little envious when he saw the way his best friend could fly through the air with ease, his own costume flapping in the wind like a pair of majestic wings.
he sighed, feeling a little deflated, his eyes flickering with a mixture of frustration and envy. "god yeosang , i know it sucks ass compared to your awesome costume but could you please...not make it harder?"
yeosang merely grinned, his body flopping onto the couch as he looked up at the man with an amused glint in his eye. "you're right, sorry man. but your powers are like super cool."
the red haired had to admit, he felt a little better at that, even if it was just a small consolation. he knew that his powers were unique, even if they didn't quite measure up to the raw power of his friend's skybound abilities. still, he was embarrassed to even look at his stupid costume, which was still in need of some updates and improvements.
