YEOSANG

Everything works out fine for me, it's like my life was meant to be perfect. My parents weren't complete assholes growing up and i had many friends that liked me for who i was. In high school i met my best friend and we've been inseparable ever since. Now we live together an do basically everything together too. We decided to move in together so we could work together and build up to success so it wouldn't be so hard, on our own. It didn't work out well at first, we had a lot of financial problems and we would often scream at each other for nothing that was either of our faults. We still get into arguments today but not as bad as before.

He got a job a little later into struggling with our bills and more important stuff. I felt proud of him but when i asked where he worked he wouldn't even look at me. I wanted a to help out too but then he told everything would be taken care of. The next week when he received his paycheck i knew we wouldn't have to worry about this kind of thing for long. The more money we got every week and i stopped questioning why he was out so late and when he came back he was sometimes bloody. The money took over my senses and i didn't notice how bad in shape my best friend of a long time was actually in. Once i noticed one night when he came in with a bloody nose that wouldn't stop and his arm fractured.

By this point i was really curious of why he wouldn't tell me where or how he had gotten like this. Then the question came "who do you work for". It sounded like a scene out of a movie, then he told me everything and he cried while he did so. I hugged him out of pity, i really felt bad for him. But i wasn't about to let him work alone, so i came with him to work the next day. The people there were tough and had tattoos all over, something illegal i knew that. They scolded my friend for bringing me here, i guess it was a rule. They got me established as soon as they knew i wasn't a threat, but they kept an eye on me. When i was asking questions about how my friend knew these people, before i knew everything. He said they were old friends from high school, but i knew all his friends so it was suspicious at first. I worked with them and i understood why he came home bruised and beaten mostly every night.

We had to pay for the things we got wrong and maybe we learned some lessons. Just recently i had to stay home while my roommate was out working on his own. All because of one of my stupid mistakes, i got some simple math wrong and i got a hit with a metal baseball bat. It was worth it though, seeing the money, we had everything. Back to my friend dealing on his own this one night he came home barging through the door hurriedly. The first thing he did was knock, i was worried at first because it was his own house so why was he knocking. I didn't even get to the door before it was slammed open. And he walked right in past me but another thing i noticed was a strange man, holding a gun. I thought this was it and we were gonna get shot and die. I was so wrong, apparently this man has saved my best friends life. I could only thank him but he was in more shock then the person that almost died tonight. It happened a lot, getting mugged and having nothing to do so of course he was surprised when it happened.

The weird thing about this man was he just so happened to be strolling the streets with a gun and stumbled upon a possible murder. It was very suspicious but i didn't think much of it like i always do. I had a way of calming myself and it was to not think about something to much, in this situation i wish i didn't. I whisper yelled at my friend who brought this stranger home after a long night, just so he wouldn't have to hear me talking about him. I think he heard anyway with how angry and confused i was, i just let it all out.

We got to know this stranger more and he had a very vicious back story and since he found out what we were into he told us too. It was weird how he had so much trust over us, and we felt the same. He wasn't anything bad and i guess we knew that so we didn't worry. He stayed at our apartment for days maybe weeks and i was starting to get sick of him. My friend, not so much. It was like they spent all day together and what we once had was gone, i missed him. I hated this guy but i couldn't just kick him, because of how much he's done for us. My best friend was with me from the start and now that this bitch shows up their all dandy and happy and i'm just left out. It's like i'm nothing to him anymore and i couldn't help but feel jealous, i loved him.

Fast forward and he's still with us and apparently he's moved in now with all of his personal belongings. Now that we've been acquainted he suddenly decides he's the king of the house now, what a-. I'm getting to aggressive i can't let that happen again, everything is gonna be fine and we'll both be happy... we'll all be happy.

He has a fucking stash of guns and he's keeping them in our house that we worked hard to pay for. And what is he doing, sitting on his ass and enjoying not doing anything that's what he's doing. He knows i don't like him so why does he keep talking to me, why does he stay here if he knows i despise him so harshly, i hate him i hate him i hate him.

Now he decides he's gonna help us in this drug dealing business because he wants to protect us from ever getting hurt again. The first day, THE FIRST DAY and he fucks it up for all of us then tells us we can start a business for all three of us. And of course my once best friend agreed and now were working together. I hate him, i hate Choi San so much and he's stealing my best friend Wooyoung from me and i miss him so much. What do i do?