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"OI!"
Han-jin grumbled when he someone kick his back. The boy grunted, shoving his middle finger up. "Fuck off-" "You little shit!" Han-jin felt someone turn him around on the floor roughly to face them. Yes, he was asleep on the floor. Again. Outside a subway café, too. It wasn't, and partly was his fault he got kicked out of his home...
again.
Han-jin's mother had become ill when he was only young. Too ill, and too serious to keep the family stable. His father, a respected police officer who he rarely saw, had been more secretive, and his mother more absent tucked away in hospital. Her parents deemed it fit to take care of Han-jin until his mother got better... but she didn't. His father was unable to help her, and had started taking bribes, which led to his spiral.
According to his grandfather, the man went missing some five years ago, and whilst he tried to his best to comfort Han-jin, the teen hadn't found it within himself to feel too much. He barely remembered his father, he only had a name and a story. He had become so consumed by his mother's side of the family that he failed to emotionally acknowledge his father's absence. He needed far more comfort when his mother succumbed to her illness a little time later.
His grandparents were lovely until his grandmother passed. But his grandfather, Seo Jun-woo was friends with two women, the three owning their small shops at the local market. His grandfather was an odd and eccentric man. Even though he wasn't earning much financially, he always had a bright smile on his face as he got moved by the law from street to street. Nowhere far away from his home.
His grandson, Han-jin had decided gambling is the only was he can make it up for leeching off of his grandfather everyday. This one time went horrifically wrong. Han-jin believed that if he could win a couple million won in the span of several minutes, he could win so much more. That was seven years ago and Han-jin has survived through many casinos on that rule and is now in debt of a couple hundred million.
He had honestly lost track of it all.
"I said, where the fuck is my two million won?" The man yelled, people swiftly moving past to avoid the situation entirely. "Who?" Han-jin asked, the man shoving him back onto the floor. "My money you said you'd give me three months ago! Where is it?" The man continued in the same tone, a girl stopping and watching the argument. Han-jin stood up and rearranged his jacket, stretching his arms up and yawning loudly. The man before him kissed his teeth and scoffed.
At an assumption of his rudeness, he suffered quite a rough punch to his nose. Han-jin cradled the gushing blood, scowling to himself- "I said," The man urged, glaring at Han-jin. "Where's my money-" "Hold on." Han-jin grunted, reaching into his pocket as the man started to relax but still kept his stance. The girl's head tilted as Han-jin managed to grip the man into whatever was in his pocket before he sprinted away, the man yelling again.
