Unacceptable,But I'll Accept You
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I'm back with another Daehyun fanfic!
For starters,I'm writing Dae really differently in here and he will be more hyper than how I wrote him in other stories. ;)
So basics,no plagiarising,stealing ideas,copying etc...
Most importantly,ENJOY!
Foreword
"Hyemin ah,did you hear about that gangster again?
My goodness that crazy guy,he's associated with all those gangs but he's the only one being thrown around,getting beaten up and stuff.
Is it a trend of some sort to get beaten up?"
I wiped the table and looked at my grandfather,"Halabeoji,don't judge people like that okay?Its not like he did anything to offend you."
"Yah,you know the Soup ajumma down the street?"
"Oh waeyo?"
"She told me the guy crashed into her shop full of blood on his face,still think he's okay?"
"Halabeoji,finish the story."
"Eyy that's not fun like that."
"You can't expect me to judge someone based on half of your story."
He chuckled,"Ah,that's my sonnyeo,not judging people until she's met the person face to face.Still I'd rather you don't ever meet this guy."
"So you're putting him on your 'unacceptable' list?"
"Yes,one hundred percent,I'll never let a guy like that into my porridge shop,its my whole life in here."
"Nae aras-"
The front door crashed open and we turned to see this guy,panting,blood running down his face,his arms were covered by his leather jacket,but there was blood running down his arms as well.
The customers were staring and that guy settled down at a seat.
My grandfather stared blankly,that guy was the gangster.
Halabeoji held me back but I wasn't afraid of this sort of stuff.
I went over to him and he looked up at me,"Chicken porridge please."
I handed my handkerchief to him and he took it,wiping the blood off his face.
I went to the kitchen and boiled a bowl of chicken porridge.
I don't know,but I don't think of him that badly.I served the bowl of porridge to him.
"Kamsahamida."He ate up quietly and stood up to leave.
I gave him a mask.My grandfather was behind the counter,holding onto the phone.Ready to call the police if anything happened.
The guy looked at me,and at that moment,I know he wasn't a bad guy.
His eyes were clear and they even had that sparkle in them.
"Komawo."
He took the mask and left quickly.
My grandfather held my shoulders,"Yah,you crazy girl,you know who he is!"
I nodded,"He's not bad."
"How do you know?Just because he didn't damage our shop?"
I smiled and nodded,"And because gangsters don't say thank you."
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