Misuteeku
The One Who Tries
FRADULENT MEETING
Fuck you. Truly, fuck you, Olivine.
Sang-Cheol was sitting down on a fountain and glaring holes into the pavement as if it had offended him. It was a bright sunny day. The passerby was giving him concerned looks, which not only pissed him over further but made him even more nervous. It was an unusual feeling that Sang-Cheol was unfamiliar with. The word that Sang-Cheol came up with to label that feeling was 'anxiousness.' If possible, Sang-Cheol would have avoided feeling this was, but thanks to fucking Olivine, that was impossible.
His daily life consisted of a routine that he maintained over the past several years after he became head of Lab Icarus. Wake up, eat, work, eat lunch, go back to work, eat, and go home to sleep. Aside from rare activities such as meeting up with Snake to discuss some lab developments or meeting with his therapist, there wasn't much Sang-Cheol did other than work all day. That was until fucking Olivine arranged this little meet-up. It broke the entire routine, and quite frankly, Sang-Cheol didn't know what to do. All of this is because of the Contract of Friendship.
The Contract of Friendship, or whatever his Professor called it, was rarely used since Sang-Cheol was content in minding his business. It was mainly because trying to have friends in the Sable Serpents was generally bad since they were either addicts or some secret psychopath. It also didn't help that Sang-Cheol had an abnormal belief that if he broke the rules of the Contract of Friendship, there would be severe consequences.
As for how the meeting itself would go, the only experience he had was watching random clips online and the time he spent with his Hyung before being sent to jail. Which meant he had practically zero experience.
That is why for this situation, he came in prepared. Before he departed from his lab, he requested the assistance of everyone except for Olivine for apparent reasons. Timothy offered a plan of attack, Gerda advised on what clothes to wear, Aristotle told him how to socialize, and Rebecca... He didn't know what Rebecca did. All she did was perform some ritual before accidentally getting herself stuck on the toilet again. Though, it made him feel better. It was a good thing he asked his workers before meeting up with this person. Sang-Cheol knew that he shouldn't bring a ring to the date since it wasn't like he was proposing. However, what he didn't know was that he wasn't supposed to get a boutique of flowers and wear his typical suit clothing. That greatly shocked him.
As of right now, he was wearing casual clothing with regular glasses for the first time. It felt weird wearing casual clothing to a meet-up, but it would have to do. Aside from that, where was the person he was meeting up with? If Olivine said was right, his name was 'Boltius Beckman.' He thought it was a stupid name; who would name their child Boltius? He would have to remain quiet about it to be 'nice.'
"Where the fuck is he?" Sang-Cheol muttered to himself as he scanned for the man. Albeit, he didn't even know what Boltius Beckman even looked like. It wasn't like the person he was meeting was late; it was that Sang-Cheol had come an hour before the meet-up. Naturally, he expected the man to come either a little early or on time to the meet-up.
Fuck you. Truly, fuck you, Olivine.
Sang-Cheol was sitting down on a fountain and glaring holes into the pavement as if it had offended him. It was a bright sunny day. The passerby was giving him concerned looks, which not only pissed him over further but made him even more nervous. It was an unusual feeling that Sang-Cheol was unfamiliar with. The word that Sang-Cheol came up with to label that feeling was 'anxiousness.' If possible, Sang-Cheol would have avoided feeling this was, but thanks to fucking Olivine, that was impossible.
His daily life consisted of a routine that he maintained over the past several years after he became head of Lab Icarus. Wake up, eat, work, eat lunch, go back to work, eat, and go home to sleep. Aside from rare activities such as meeting up with Snake to discuss some lab developments or meeting with his therapist, there wasn't much Sang-Cheol did other than work all day. That was until fucking Olivine arranged this little meet-up. It broke the entire routine, and quite frankly, Sang-Cheol didn't know what to do. All of this is because of the Contract of Friendship.
The Contract of Friendship, or whatever his Professor called it, was rarely used since Sang-Cheol was content in minding his business. It was mainly because trying to have friends in the Sable Serpents was generally bad since they were either addicts or some secret psychopath. It also didn't help that Sang-Cheol had an abnormal belief that if he broke the rules of the Contract of Friendship, there would be severe consequences.
As for how the meeting itself would go, the only experience he had was watching random clips online and the time he spent with his Hyung before being sent to jail. Which meant he had practically zero experience.
That is why for this situation, he came in prepared. Before he departed from his lab, he requested the assistance of everyone except for Olivine for apparent reasons. Timothy offered a plan of attack, Gerda advised on what clothes to wear, Aristotle told him how to socialize, and Rebecca... He didn't know what Rebecca did. All she did was perform some ritual before accidentally getting herself stuck on the toilet again. Though, it made him feel better. It was a good thing he asked his workers before meeting up with this person. Sang-Cheol knew that he shouldn't bring a ring to the date since it wasn't like he was proposing. However, what he didn't know was that he wasn't supposed to get a boutique of flowers and wear his typical suit clothing. That greatly shocked him.
As of right now, he was wearing casual clothing with regular glasses for the first time. It felt weird wearing casual clothing to a meet-up, but it would have to do. Aside from that, where was the person he was meeting up with? If Olivine said was right, his name was 'Boltius Beckman.' He thought it was a stupid name; who would name their child Boltius? He would have to remain quiet about it to be 'nice.'
"Where the fuck is he?" Sang-Cheol muttered to himself as he scanned for the man. Albeit, he didn't even know what Boltius Beckman even looked like. It wasn't like the person he was meeting was late; it was that Sang-Cheol had come an hour before the meet-up. Naturally, he expected the man to come either a little early or on time to the meet-up.
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