Sun-ho stepped into a high-end clothing store in Gangnam, The store gleamed with sleek black marble walls, illuminated by elegant spotlights that shimmered off glass shelves.
People's eyes were drawn to him the moment he entered, a collective hush, then hushed murmurs and subtle glances followed every step he took.
"I feel weird," Sun-ho muttered brushing invisible dust from his jacket.
Minsoo, walking beside him with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, glanced at him sideways "That's because you're handsome," he said bluntly. "Too handsome, actually And people. .. People are greedy, They stare because they want something Greed never ends, I'm right here beside you, but no one even looks twice, Why? Because I'm ugly compared to you."
He paused, then added coldly, "That's reality Of this World. "
Sun-ho didn't reply, as he looked down at the Wallet in his hand, 130,000 won.
"Well… not like money's a problem anymore," he murmured.
He turned to Minsoo. "I'll go buy clothes, You get yours, if you want anything."
With that, he Left leaving Minsoo near the entrance.
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Finding something for exactly 130,000 won in a store like that was Normally Hard, but eventually, he managed, two high-quality T-shirts, plain but elegant, designed to fit perfectly across broad shoulders and a trim waist.
By the end, his shopping list looked like this:
20 T-shirts
20 pairs of designer jeans
10 socks
10 branded hoodies
6 formal high-end shirts
21 sneakers, each pair different in color and style
The total: 9,079,400 won.
"Yeah… I got 90 million won ($66K) just like that," he muttered "Before coming here, I didn't have more than $8,000 in my account."
"Being good-looking is honestly a pain, isn't it?" Hana remarked lazily as she lounged on the couch, flipping through channels on the oversized TV.
Minsoo sat on the far end of the couch, eyes half-lidded "You buy a phone for yourself yet?" he asked.
"Nope, I didn't, I gave all the leftover money to you, After buying this much clothes… I doubt you have much left either."
Without a word, Minsoo stood up, He reached into his wallet, pulled out a sleek black card, and placed it gently on the console table in front of her.
"PIN code: 027." Then he turned and walked away without waiting for a response.
Hana blinked, then mumbled to herself, "Oh… I forgot to thank him for the coffee he left for me…"
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Sun-ho stepped inside a local convenience store, The bell above the door jingled, announcing his arrival, As he browsed, snacks, energy drinks, instant ramen, whispers followed him, People were sneaking glances, some outright turning to look, A couple of teenagers were taking pictures behind the snack shelf.
"Is he a celebrity?"
"Or a model?"
A young woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, approached him with wide eyes and a giddy smile. "Oppa, can I have your social media?"
Sun-ho looked at her, his expression unreadable. "I don't have social media."
"Oh… then give me your number?"
"I don't have a phone or a number," he replied flatly.
The woman stood there, speechless, as if he'd just declared himself an alien.
At the counter, the cashier rang up his items.
"That'll be 24,000 won, sir."
Sun-ho handed over the bills and left the store without another word, He was halfway down the sidewalk when he heard it, a child crying.
His head turned.
Across the street, a man with fresh bruises on his face was kneeling on the ground, shielding a small girl behind him, Before them stood a bald thug with gold rings, flanked by five menacing-looking cronies.
"Please… my daughter is watching…" the man begged.
"You punk, you ruined my drink," the bald thug snapped, raising his foot for a kick.
Thwack.
The kick never landed, A hand had stopped it mid-air.
Sun-ho stood between them now, fingers wrapped around the thug's ankle, He held it effortlessly, eyes cold.
"You bastards should respect your elders," Sun-ho said calmly, letting go as the bald man stumbled back.
The thugs blinked, One laughed.
"Look, a hero arrived, haha."
"Pretty boy, if you want to keep your face pretty, you better leave, Or we'll make you ugly."
Suddenly, the little girl ran up and tugged on Sun-ho's T-shirt.
"Mister… can You please save my father."
Sun-ho glanced down, then gently patted her head "Sure, princess," he said with a soft smile, Then he turned to her father "Take your daughter and go."
The bald man's grin twisted "Boys, beat his ass, Make sure his face ain't recognizable when you're done."
The first thug rushed forward, a fist flying at Sun-ho's jaw.
But Sun-ho didn't even look.
He tilted his head slightly, letting the punch miss by inches, then drove his knee straight into the attacker's gut, A heavy thud, followed by a choked gasp, and the man crumpled like paper, unconscious.
The rest of the thugs froze.
"You!"
They all charged at once.
Sun-ho's eyes lit up "It's been a while since I had a fight like this."
The first came swinging with a metal pipe Sun-ho ducked under it, twisted, and elbowed the man in the ribs, Broking at least two.
Another came from behind, but Sun-ho spun with a backfist, the blow landed across his jaw like a hammer, sending teeth flying.
Two more charged him at once, He stepped forward, closing the gap, grabbed both their collars, and slammed their heads together, crack, they dropped instantly.
The bald man was the last one standing, now pale and trembling. "Wh-what are you,?!"
Sun-ho walked toward him slowly.
"Me?" he said, voice calm "I'm the guy who doesn't like punks like you."
He didn't even punch,He grabbed the man's shirt, dragged him down to his knees, and said one thing "Apologize, Now."
The man stammered out a broken apology to the father and daughter before passing out from fear and exhaustion.
As sirens wailed in the distance, Sun-ho turned and walked away, the little girl waving at him from behind.
"You're like a hero from a movie!" she yelled.
Sun-ho smiled faintly, walking into the crowd.