Dedication and loyalty. These words seem like such strong ironclad words meaning bonding your life in the service of another. These words are such fickle things in the modern world we live in but in certain instances, these examples can still be seen.

???: Ah...

???: My face... my... nose...

When one doesn't have a dream, the existence they lead is wasted. A human with no purpose slowing down the movement of the sands of time. Thus, is it not better to dedicate the dreamless to the hopes of another?

A battered and bruised figure clawed at the cement beneath him. His desperate fingers trying to pull him forward from the cracks and thuds filling his ears. Others cried out in pain, the damage being dealt to them as well before suddenly his movement was halted by a foot placing itself on his back.

???: Gah! P-Please I surrender! I-I-

???: Can you walk?

???: H-Huh? YES! YeS, I have legs!

???: Get your pals together and kneel at the edge of the street. I want all of you on your knees with your hands in your laps.

???: Yes sir! Yes sir!

The foot pried off of his back and he scuttled away. The assaulting male took a breath and began walking toward the opposite end of the street where the bodies should be waiting. His footsteps clapped onto the ground underneath him giving him a rhythmic beat to distract his bored mind. He lifted his gaze and found a few of the figures he had been dealing with already lined up as the other kid scampered around. The male strode forward and just managed to catch something in earshot.

???: Tsk... that bastard got the drop on us. Look at em make us kneel l-

The muttering male's head was suddenly thrust forward until his face crashed onto the concrete before him. A leg stretched over his hunched back with an old tattered black converse resting on the back of his head.

???: Bow your heads in respect.

The other gathered males quickly bowed forward to rest their heads upon the ground as two voices began filling the air in between the hustle and bustle of the city around them. The only difference was these voices seemed to belong to two girls. One seemed a tad bit deeper, an air of mature grace surrounding it while the other seemed to be childlike or at least a high pitch but much more relaxed than the other.

???: Can we get some chicken after this?

???: No.

???: Aww why not?! C'mon, we have to celebrate something like this!

???: Will you shush?! We have to prove we are in charge then we can talk about that stuff!

The voices grew closer and closer until the two voices finally had bodies to be mapped to. The first female to turn the corner was certainly a looker. Her figure was slender with clothes that clung to her curves. Her attire wasn't really anything special though, a tank top with a cheap jacket tired around her waist. She wore jeans and boots and had a generally relaxed look about her. She was gorgeous with elegant features and a different haircut than most girls. She wore her hair in an almost curly pixie cut, a few of her soft blonde hair hanging in her face to reveal the brown undercut beneath as well as her piercing brown eyes. Following her was a girl a few inches shorter but looked remarkably the same and different at the same time. She wore even more relaxed clothing with running shoes and jeans cleaning to her legs while her top was covered in a baggy green hoodie. Her features matched the first girl except her face was more doll-like than slender and her eyes were a much warmer hazel brown. Her hair was also more typical of shoulder-length bouncy brown hair. The second looked up and waved her hands with a closed-eye smile. 

???: Hello everyone!

The taller girl pinched the bridge of her nose softly before looking up. Her eyes gave a signal to the male who took his foot off the figure beneath him.

???: Raise your heads.

The males followed suit, some choking up at the sight of the girls or staring with less than tasteful looks. Damn pervs... The taller girl rolled her shoulders forward and straightened herself.

Hei-Ran: Oi listen up! I'm Hei-Ran Ryu, and this is my sister Hei-Ryung. From now on this street and you stepping stones belong to us.

A subtle chorus of confused noises or outraged huffs filled the air, though the looming presence behind them kept them quiet.

Hei-Ran: Behind you is our guard dog, (Y/n) (L/n). If you get any funny ideas you should tell him, you can see he has a great sense of humor~

The blonde chuckled softly before crossing her arms. Hei-Ryung took a step forward and waved the guard dog forward before pouting.

Hei-Ryung: (Y/n)! Come here!

You complied with the order and stepped over the males to stand before the shorter girl. You were a few inches taller than her and at least three inches taller than Hei-Ran. The girl lifted up onto the tips of her toes and began playing with your hair, softly morphing it back into a presentable manner.

Hei-Ryung: I'm glad you're not hurt, (Y/n). But if you weren't gonna get hurt you could have at least tried to protect the hair I did for you...

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. These girls...

Hei-Ran: So now that you've agreed whether you like it or not, you will pledge yourselves to us by kissing this ring.

Ran lifted her hand and showed off a simple band on her right ring finger. The thought of being near a girl let alone kissing her skin excited the random assortment of bullies and punks, the 6 gathered males ready to leap at the opportunity before their hopes were dashed as Ran pulled the ring off and handed it to you. Your fingers pulled the band onto your right pinkie before walking before the males.

(Y/n): Well?

Of course with you imposing your will upon the group the males kissed the ring and your finger one by one, proving a very uncomfortable and gross experience for all parties involved until you reached the last male. He had a rather ugly and bony face in your opinion.

???: I don't...

(Y/n): Hmm?

???: I don't... want... I don't want to!

The male pounced up and struct forward, throwing a punch that collided with your nose. The sudden attack caused you to stagger back a bit.

Hei-Ryung: (Y/n)?!

Hei-Ran: That's a cheap shot you little shit!

Ran took a step forward before you raised your hand, lifting your pointer finger to signal her to wait. Your free hand lifted to your nose and rested against your nostrils to feel for damage. There was no damage and the shot didn't hurt that much other than the initial sting but the attack did manage to draw a crimson liquid from your noise as evident by the tiny bit on your finger. Your back straightened and a sigh flared through your nose, more of the liquid coming out before you turned the Hei-Ryung. Your eyes glittered softly in the light of day as your mouth downturned and you pointed at the blood dripping out of your nose.

(Y/n): Ryung... I got an ouchie...

The girl blinked softly before looking over your shoulder. She didn't want you to look weak in front of the other guys but you seemed to need her so she fished a cloth out of her hoodie pocket before walking up to you.

Hei-Ryung: It's ok (Y/n). Did the bad man hurt you?

She pressed the cloth to your nose to let it soak up the blood as the male behind you let out a hearty laugh.

???: Are you shitting me?! We were beat up by this wimp? He really did just get the drop on us. Let's kick his ass!

The male took a step toward you and gripped your shoulder tightly. Ryung took a hasty step back before you took a breath and slid into action. Your right arm lifted and coiled across your chest before you spun to the right, launching the spinning back fist into the mouth and jaw of the male sending him back onto the concrete. Your assault didn't end there as your grip yanked him up by the collar into a waiting knee before striking his falling figure with a vicious low kick to the neck. 

???: Gah s-shit!

His hands reached for his throat and were trampled under your newly placed foot as you glared down at the male with a vicious gaze. 

(Y/n): Don't you ever touch me like that again you little shit. If you wanna feel tough I can show you why dogs always go for the throat.

Your foot gave a firm grind downward before you lifted it and-

Hei-Ran: Enough. He gets it.

Your (E/c) eyes glanced into the firm gaze of Ran before lowering your foot and pulling off the ring, giving it a wipe on your shirt.

Hei-Ran: You, the guy who doesn't know how to tell a funny joke. I don't care what you do but you clearly can't follow orders. Get the hell out of here before I let (L/n) here finish what he planned to do.

The male picked himself up and began running off, not even doing one of those "I'll return!" things you sort of expected from a piece of trash like him. Your hand slipped the ring into your pocket as you moved to stand next to Hei-Ryung. Ran took a deep breath and lowered her gaze down to the other five remaining punks. 

Hei-Ran: Looks like you five can follow orders. Good, I need people who can do that. So from this day onward welcome to your new life as members of the Spare Hearts Gang!

Hei-Ryung: Spare Hearts? Really?

Hei-Ran: Oi, it was all I could come up with!

The air was much more relaxed than earlier. You found yourself awakening but kept your eyes closed as you heard the two girls talk. Hei-Ran seemed close to across the room from you while Hei-Ryung seemed much closer. In fact...

Hei-Ran: Ryung, will you wake him up already? He needs to get us some food.

It took you a second before the warmth on the back of your head flooded around to your face, a gentle scent of... chicken? A pair of warm hands cupped your face together, making it hard to keep your eyes closed.

Ryung: Aww come on look at this face. He beat a bunch of bullies today so let's give him the rest of the day off. Just make yourself some noodles or something, Ran.

It appears that while you were napping Ryung had managed to slide her legs underneath you as it seemed like you were resting on her thighs... Finally... a dream has come true... It was then that that dream was interrupted by a kick to the shin.

Ran: Oi, wake up. I refuse to have noodles when I know you're awake.

(Y/n): Tsk...

Your eyes slid open before lifting yourself up, a neutral look filling your face as you allowed yourself to stretch. Despite the fight from earlier not doing much to exhaust you, tiredness seemed to fill your muscles. It was then you decided to take your chance and mess with Ran. You allowed yourself to fall back onto the awaiting thighs before saying,

(Y/n): She's so mean to me...

Ryung: I know I know. How could she be so rude?

Ran: Oi! Could you please get up and make us dinner?! We're supposed to be celebrating right?

That word seemed to lift the mood of the girl you rested upon. She jumped up from her spot, your head flopping onto the ground with a thud.

Ryung: You mean we're going to have chicken?!

Ran: Well we should treat ourselves right? The official formation of the Spare Hearts is worthy of it!

Ryung: Huhu~ You really know how to distract from the terrible name.

Your eyes lit up softly as the taller girl allowed a subtle blush to fill her face before instantly defending the name she seemingly came up with on the spot. Meanwhile, your body managed to scrape together enough awake to get your muscles properly moving. With a huff, you were on your feet walking toward the door of the shack you knew quite well to slip on your converse.

(Y/n): If we're gonna get some chicken let's go to a proper place. I don't want any more convenience store fried chicken. Let's go to the usual place.

Ryung: If you want to treat us I won't say no, though I'm broke at the moment.

Ran: Tsk, you're always broke. How are you gonna handle money once we're swimming in it?

Ryung: I can handle money! Then how about you cover for us?

The blonde took a moment to think over the words before looking away softly.

Ran: I... I spent the last of mine on that ring...

A part of you wanted to tease the poor girl for her lack of planning and... yeah just a serious lack of planning but you decided to take the slightly higher road of ignoring it.

(Y/n): I've got enough. Come on you two.

Shoes on, you were out the door and standing before the shack. That's what you could call it really. It was a cheap thing and even cheaper as the three of you split it. It was decent enough for an occasional hangout seeing as these two rarely stayed here. More often than not they ended up-

Ryung: You spoil us~ This is why you're my favorite guard dog!

(Y/n): I'm the only one you have. and can you stop calling me that?

Ryung: Hmm... puppy? Canine? How about something cool like Killer K-9?

(Y/n): You keep this up and I'm gonna go back to calling you shorty.

Ryung: Oi, I'm your boss you can't do that!

Ran followed after you and her sister softly, mirroring your steps but just behind to allow you two to have you albeit strange conversation. Her hands lifted to brush aside a strand of blonde hair before taking a good look at you. You wore that same flannel, the red and black one she got you for your birthday last year. She remembered those jeans and converse too. Knowing you, it was also highly likely you were wearing that weird shirt Ryung got you that was just a basic white t-shirt with the words Egg Boy in the middle of the chest in black letters. You were just... weird. Same with her sister honestly but it still made her feel a bit guilty to drag you two down this path with her. The brief glances she got of your (E/c) eyes reminded her of the glasses you used to wear before your parents switched you to contacts at your request two birthdays ago. Your styled (H/c) hair was clearly from the work of Ryung as she seemed to style your hair more than her own, usually sticking to that bedhead style. A loud yawn pulled her out of her own head for a moment.

Ryung: Ahhhh... man I don't want to go to school tomorrow...

(Y/n): Well uh... maybe look at it like... yeah I've got nothing. Just don't get in trouble or something.

Ryung: Hey Ran what's the name of it anyway?

Ran took a few steps forward and got on the other side of the girl so the shorter girl was in between the two taller figures. 

Ran: It's the vocational school.

Ryung: Oh I think I know the place.

(Y/n): It's that one with the letter in it right? J something...

Ryung. If you can't remember the name of the school that doesn't bode well flunky.

(Y/n): Hey don't call me flunky! What are you even good at, shorty?!

Ryung: Eh?! I said don't call me that!

Ran watched the two of you tear into it with a smile spreading on her face, that feeling of guilt seeping from her chest as she found herself enjoying these little moments with you. And Ryung of course! It also made her a lot more excited to be going to a new school even if it still sucked. 

Ran: Heh... maybe this J High place will do us all some good. We can recruit plenty of losers to fill the ranks of Spare Hearts! And before you know it we will rule Central Seoul! 

The two of you simply looked at her with flat faces. 

Ran: What?

(Y/n): The name still sucks.

Ryung: Yep.

Ran: Oi!

A/n: Hey hey folks I hope you all enjoyed the first part of this Lookism story. there aren't many so I do truly hope you enjoy and if you like something don't be afraid to leave a comment and let me know!