| Mentor and Her Only Disciple | - | Lookism x Various Oc's |

A Promise (7)

[ 3rd POV | Outskirts of the Country Side]

Next Day passed.

Min Chang, a spy who many people seem to target him, for his work. On lookout while driving, the car stopped at a police officer.

The car door opened, showing a stotic Min wearing a formal suit, carrying out a suitcase while the police officer stood by.

"Min Chang, I never thought you would see me again.." The police officer said, before removing his wig and hat.

Immediately, Min dodged one of his hand chops, his signature move, as Min fought back, kicking at high velocity to his shoulder.

"Yes, but that is perhaps a annoying welcoming gesture, Jichang." Min says sarcastically, stretching his arm.

Jichang nicknamed the white snake of Seoul, was of course one of the first generation kings.

He worn a Korean police uniform, with his eyes being shaped like snakes, and his black hair being parted in a way to show his sculpted face.

These two people have a unforgettable past, a heartbreaking past, but their friendship seem to be the strong out of all the first generation kings.

Although.. this story isn't about their past, since time moves forward, readers.
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The grass was yellowing far out in the fields, Min closed the car door, the sky looked sunny, reminding of his wife. Yet, he wasn't sad, keeping a stotic face.

Jichang walked back, with nearly the same expression as Min, opening up the country side gate to his base.

He turned, looking at him blankly running towards him.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

They both went silent, walking inside the rusted building, with 2 guys with police identical uniforms standing around the entrance, before the metal doors shut behind them.

I cannot tell you on what happened there, but once Min exited out of the building, he almost seemed to break his stotic expression.

Min was a little serious, with an angry expression.

"Charles Choi.. I'll take you down."

That is what he promised to himself in his mind and his allies, walking back to his car. He made a promise to the old guy, but unfortunately I couldn't tell the full story.. as it's.. too early for you to find out yet.

Once again, he drove off again, only leaving behind dust and debris.
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[ Coffee shop | Talla's POV ]

"Anyway, aren't you concerned about making a machine that is capable of destroying a few thousand dollars worth of money..?" I explained, sitting in a plastic chair while sweating.

Just what is he thinking about creating that for that 10th genius Koji??

Jineo smiled, leaning into the laptop he brought, wearing a customized janitor uniform.

"It's fine.. besides, Koji is very talented and more importantly, capable of handling this kind of thing." He says, his cursor nearly clicking onto the 'destroy' button but went back, sending the file to his friend.

I elbowed his shoulder, as he toppled overhead before getting upright, sitting onto the second chair next to me again.

"What was that for?!" He turned to look, upset like-a-toddler-about-to-be-making-a-scene.

"Look, don't you realize that this will affect people if he just wants to?" I shake him around, trying to reason with his statement, but he shook his head.

"Not really, he's even more responsible than I am. I am pretty damn irresponsible sometimes." He smirked smugly.

I paused, in a philosophy pose, thinking that about the time he almost set our coffee table on fire.

"Hmm.. yeah, your kinda right." I said, returning back to my original position, while he responded laughing before realizing he had been talking shit about himself.

"Oh."

I turned to look to face him, as he awkwardly pulled out the USB stick from his laptop, closing it with his finger.

"You know... can I be honest?"
"Okay...go on.."
"Have I been too.. annoying lately?"
"No, you aren't."

He scratched his head, looking down for a moment, seeming guilty.

"Hey.. don't tell anybody about this, but I hurt someone before..." He looked up, seeing my face oddly calm again.

"I promise you I won't tell anybody, even that boss I work for.. who is kinda my mom at this point.." I say, whispering that last bit. He smiles nervously being slightly surprised by this extra detail.

After a short time, he continues with a soft tone afterward.

"Before I met you at the playground.. no.. before we were even considered close.. I was a pretty horrible person. I lied to myself, everyone.. they couldn't believe me anymore, hell.. maybe my dad too, but we already made that up years ago. But... the people who aren't related to me, I hurt them. I.. was a coward not to mention that."

He lays his head down the desk, nervously looking at me, stumbling with his words, with a stifled laugh.

"I just.. can't be close with people, I'm scared.. that I will hurt them too." I listened, noticing he's fiddling with his necklace, with the back of it showing a comet. My eyes softens, tilting my head a little bit, as I pat his head.

"Well, you have me right? And you never hurt me before.." I say, smiling softly to him. His current expression was bittersweet, blinking, yet he still smiled.

"Thanks, I guess." He turned, his head now backward to me, as he raised from the plastic seat. I could visualize his expression turning a little more relaxed, crying a little.

"Anyway.." He looked at the clock, its 6:23. He looked back, seemingly alright now. "My shift is gonna be over soon enough it's dinner, so my dad is gonna pick me up soon."

I nodded, patting his shoulder.

"Cya."
"Bye!"

He waved excitedly while I wave back in the same manner, and the room door that used to be open, closed yet again.