Sir Damien
Elder Member
Zane
It was rare that Zane let down his guard. Fuck, he didn't even drop his guard that much with King and he was what he would consider to be his best friend. His only friend? He liked to consider Somin a friend but, she didn't give him the time of day before she started dating King. He grew up lonely jumping school to school, nobody gave him the time of day when he was himself. Then he created, well, Zane and everyone loved him. Charming, suave, funny, the type of guy always welcomed into a crowd. It felt like crap knowing that his true self wasn't popular but, hey, he was getting attention and friends. That's all he ever wanted.
Hanging out with Somin made him feel comfortable enough to let down his guard and he didn't even notice. While he liked that it was also scary. If Zane lost himself then what would he do with his life? Show business was everything he knew. He'd fail his dads, he'd fail himself. That's why he never aimed to get close to a girl. Just seeing Somin smile caused his heart to flutter and he knew he was in trouble.
The only thing that could of dampened his good mood was King, he just hadn't expected it to be so quick. Zane's mouth literally fell open at King's horrid comment and he just stood there for a second. Zane was really trying to play it cool with King. The guy obviously was going through some shit, this mystery woman appears and is suddenly blowing his world apart and he could only imagine what was going on. He wasn't the only one fucking hurting though, it wasn't fair of him to be attacking Somin like that. Especially when she wasn't even here to defend herself!
Before he could even comment back though King was out the door. With an angry huff he shut the door to their room so he could change into his shorts before storming down after his supposed best friend. The red haired fuck was already in the pool and he furrowed his brows with a small huff. No, no I'm sorry was not getting him out of this. Walking straight past everyone he cannon balled into the pool, popped out and shook out his silver locks. "King, buddy." He shot the fakest smile over at his friend as he approached him and wrapping his arm around his shoulders, his large hand giving King's shoulder a strong squeeze. "I get shit's going on, I respect that. You ever say that again about her though? I'll make you eat your fucking words there, buddy. Good chat, we're good now."
With that said the toned messy haired man swam to the stairs to the pool and stepped out of it, grabbing a towel off the table and wrapping it around his neck. "What do you say Somin? Seems like the initiation I've ever had to do in a group. No way dancing queen and his snowflake princess could really be all that." Zane plucked a beer out of the cooler, popped the top, and took a long drink. Chicken was no fun sober.
It was rare that Zane let down his guard. Fuck, he didn't even drop his guard that much with King and he was what he would consider to be his best friend. His only friend? He liked to consider Somin a friend but, she didn't give him the time of day before she started dating King. He grew up lonely jumping school to school, nobody gave him the time of day when he was himself. Then he created, well, Zane and everyone loved him. Charming, suave, funny, the type of guy always welcomed into a crowd. It felt like crap knowing that his true self wasn't popular but, hey, he was getting attention and friends. That's all he ever wanted.
Hanging out with Somin made him feel comfortable enough to let down his guard and he didn't even notice. While he liked that it was also scary. If Zane lost himself then what would he do with his life? Show business was everything he knew. He'd fail his dads, he'd fail himself. That's why he never aimed to get close to a girl. Just seeing Somin smile caused his heart to flutter and he knew he was in trouble.
The only thing that could of dampened his good mood was King, he just hadn't expected it to be so quick. Zane's mouth literally fell open at King's horrid comment and he just stood there for a second. Zane was really trying to play it cool with King. The guy obviously was going through some shit, this mystery woman appears and is suddenly blowing his world apart and he could only imagine what was going on. He wasn't the only one fucking hurting though, it wasn't fair of him to be attacking Somin like that. Especially when she wasn't even here to defend herself!
Before he could even comment back though King was out the door. With an angry huff he shut the door to their room so he could change into his shorts before storming down after his supposed best friend. The red haired fuck was already in the pool and he furrowed his brows with a small huff. No, no I'm sorry was not getting him out of this. Walking straight past everyone he cannon balled into the pool, popped out and shook out his silver locks. "King, buddy." He shot the fakest smile over at his friend as he approached him and wrapping his arm around his shoulders, his large hand giving King's shoulder a strong squeeze. "I get shit's going on, I respect that. You ever say that again about her though? I'll make you eat your fucking words there, buddy. Good chat, we're good now."
With that said the toned messy haired man swam to the stairs to the pool and stepped out of it, grabbing a towel off the table and wrapping it around his neck. "What do you say Somin? Seems like the initiation I've ever had to do in a group. No way dancing queen and his snowflake princess could really be all that." Zane plucked a beer out of the cooler, popped the top, and took a long drink. Chicken was no fun sober.