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Jake didn’t think much of it at first.
Him and Wolf exited the Magyeong Construction building. All Jake had was a small bruise on his right cheek, yet Wolf had many splattered across his face. But as expected, he hadn’t even batted an eye at the quarter-dozen guys slugging him left and right. Jake definitely found it a bit suspicious when Wolf had slammed open that door and took out more than half of those goons for him, but who was he to complain? Although he thought Wolf hated him at least. Jake tilted his head at the other boy,
“Was it Donald Na who ordered you to tail me?”
Wolf’s cold gaze met Jake’s as he scoffed out his answer, hands in pockets, like this was no big deal—because he guessed it wasn’t to someone like Wolf Keum.
“Does it look like in your eyes that I’m sticking around in the Union just to be Donald’s little lapdog?”
Jake was surprised by his response, raising an eyebrow. I guess he just wanted another excuse to get into a fight, he thought. An amused smile curled up Jake’s lips as he looked at the manila folder he had acquired from the whole ordeal. He shifted his eyes to Wolf, holding the thin, orange file up to him.
“Well, in the end, you played a part in accomplishing this mission, and Ganghak used to be in charge of Daegwang.” Wolf simply looked back at Jake, with a blank, stoic stare as the other boy continued speaking. “I’m not interested in getting the commission anyway. Say you found the document and take Daegwang back.”
Wolf let out another scoff, turning away from Jake.
“Looks like you still don’t have Donald figured out,”
He turned his head towards the ground, giving Jake a side-eyed glance. “You have no idea what kind of guy he is,” he said, bitterly, "Plus, since Cheongang is involved with what happened today, we’ll have to go through one hell of a mess to get things sorted out anyways,” Wolf turned around to peer coldly at Jake one last time, “So there’s no need to pop the champagne already.”
As Wolf walked away from him, Jake chuckled to himself, file still in hand.
“Well, I guess you’re right…”
It was roughly a week after that had happened, and Jake found himself slouched on a bench after school, thinking about that day. After that incident, he lied to Donald that he had Wolf tag along on the mission and went about his life as normal, but now all of the sudden, he couldn’t get it off his mind. It was just so out of character for Wolf to go out of his way in order to help him. He had barely interacted with that hothead because he seemed too cold and arrogant—just not the type of person Jake would find himself wanting to be acquaintanced with y’know? He was also sort of a lone wolf (haha), barely interacting with anyone outside of his little team. I mean, all he really did was give them orders and then dip. But now, Jake was intrigued.
He grinned to himself, the greatest (most terrible) idea popping into his head.
Walking out of the school, Dean saw his best friend Jake sitting on the bench where he would usually wait for him at. He had the most evil smile on his face and was rubbing his hands together mischievously as people walked past him giving him weird looks. Dean sighed, immediately thinking, He’s plotting something stupid again, isn't he?
Wolf didn’t know what possessed him that day to follow Jake into that building.
He couldn’t give two shits about that pushover Jake Ji, yet he had done what he had done anyways. It’s not like he particularly cared what Jake Ji was up to, so why get his lackeys to track his movements and then follow him into a delinquent-filled construction building? He was… curious? Probably bored. Wolf didn’t know why he couldn’t pin down the exact reason. To be fair, Wolf couldn’t put a name on any feeling other than bored, angry, or adrenaline-high. He also didn’t know why he was thinking about it so much all of the sudden. Ah, fuck this, he needed a cigarette.
Wolf leaned against the sidewalk railings of the overpass, breathing in his cigarette. He looked down at the rushing cars zooming under him, the flashing headlights and spray-painted metal creating a cacophony of blurred colour. The sun was beginning to set, the sky a hazy orange. The only clouds were those of his cigarette smoke. It was kind of nice to be alone at this hour. He didn’t have to deal with Union work, his annoying crew, nobody bothering him for onc—
“Hey, Wolf!”
Wolf was so calm and focused in his thoughts that the sudden firm grip on his shoulder startled him, causing him to drop his cigarette onto the cold, hard concrete.
“Fuck! You shithead, you got a death wish or somethi—?” Wolf whipped his head around, clenching his fist.
Behind him, Wolf saw a boy barely an inch taller than him, with the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his stupid-looking face. He had a mess of bright orange hair parted to the side and wore a pair of navy jeans, a black hoodie, and a pair of beat-up sneakers. He looked at Wolf with teasing brown eyes, eyes that intended to make trouble just for shits.
Wolf’s livid face dropped as his fist relaxed.
“Oh, it’s just you.”
Jake clutched his hoodie dramatically, even adding in a fake gasp, “Wolf! You don’t even care enough to be mad at me? Am I really not a big enough threat?” Nevermind, Wolf was pissed again. He could feel a vein pop out in his forehead. What the fuck is wrong with this kid? He wasn't being nearly as annoying as when they met the other day.
“Oh, I’d love to punch your lights out right now you motherfucker, but I’m dealing with too much Union bullshit to have that talk with Donald,” Wolf fumed through gritted teeth.
Jake continued to pretend like he was highly offended. This was interrupted by a shove from Wolf.
“Fuck off! Unless you have a cigarette to make up for the one you just wasted, I don’t want to see your annoying face,” he spat.
Jake gestured to his chest, “Wolf, does it look like I smoke? I must keep my lungs in peak performance,” Jake slung his arm over Wolf’s shoulder, much to the other’s disgust.
“C’mon, it was just an accident. Here, I’ll make it up to you, let me buy you a soda or something,” Jake grinned.
Wolf flung Jake’s arm off his shoulder with a "tsk," squishing the ruined cigarette with his shoe as he started to walk away.
“Piss off. Don’t fucking talk to me.” Wolf flipped him off. Then, he was gone.
Jake sighed to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets. This is going to be difficult he thought. Thankfully, Jake Ji was always the type who welcomed new challenges.