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[img]http://i.imgur.com/Hgm8o0Z.jpg[/img][hr][color=851ACC]"[i]A new chapter of my life is about to begin.[/i]"[/color]
[b]Cindy Leigh-Boske[/b][hr][u][b]Interaction with:[/b][/u] Uncle Woo (Irresponsible Uncle) and Sierra Jameson [@Dirty Pretty Lies][hr][/center]

The sweet tunes of [i](What A) Wonderful World[/i] by Sam Cooke reached his ears, waking Joo to another day full of adventures. His bright and wondrous eyes opened with the energy, lips forming into a smile. Most of his days started like this, a happy morning wake up. After all, it was his last year in High School. Why not start the first day with some easy going tunes? He sat up and stretched his arms into the air, yawning loudly. Scratching his tattoo, he swung his legs around to the edge of the bed, moving his shoulders to the rhythm of the beat. He stood and shut the music off, flicking his eyebrow, walking out of his room in only sweatpants and prepped himself in the bathroom.

His holiday was mostly spent in Australia, catching up with friends and family, unknowingly missing a party that kicked off a year of drama. Not that he paid much attention to that stuff because he was too busy listening to his tunes and trying to enjoy life. Shifting through all the memories in his trip, he paused on one memory and sighed. The reunion of nephew and uncle. Many anime tears were shed, cunt's thrown into the air and questions asked that was very inappropriate for a nephew and uncle relationship. Such questions as "How many chicks did you bang?" and "Are American girls better than Aussie girls?" His perverted uncle was almost too much for him and dodged every question with a quick nod and a shake of the head.

Speaking of which. "[color=lavender]G'day mate. First day in school?[/color]" His uncle stood at the bathroom doorway, holding a cup of hot coffee. Joo's eye widened before turning around, instantly recognising his uncle's voice. When you expected a fifty-something man in a business suit to greet you in the morning, you'd be a little surprised to see your farmer/part-time model uncle to be walking around in your house with [i]only[/i] a pink apron on. Shaking off the feeling of surprise, years of hanging out with the man almost made it normal that he was there instead of his parents. After all, Uncle Won was unpredictable and rumoured to be out of his fuckin' mind. He could see that.

Turning around to the running tap, he splashed water in his face and close it off before going back to face his not-so-sane uncle. In a deadpan voice, he asked "[color=851acc]Uncle, what are you doing here?[/color]" The blunt question almost made his uncle's heart snap in two. Joking clutching his heart in pain, he "recovered" and replied in his cool, smooth voice. 

"[color=lavender]Well, your parents left for some much needed break in Paris. Probably screwing each other right now.[/color]" His damnable uncle's smirk widened as Joo recoiled in disgust at the image of his mother and father having sex. Before he could come up with a response however, his bag was thrown at him with all his stuff, shoes, earrings, fedora and was promptly pushed out of the house. It was done in such speed that he didn't even do anything except for gape widely and stand there in astonishment. It took him a minute to come to the realisation that he had just been [i]kicked out[/i] of his [i]own home[/i]. Standing outside of the mansion, he was absolutely dumbfounded as his uncle shut the door on him. But not before calling out "[color=lavender]See ya later shorty! By the way, you're late midget![/color]" The door slammed closed. He was furious.

[h3]"[color=851acc]OH FUCK YOU, CUNT! YOU'RE THE MIDGET, CUNTIE BASTARD![/color]"[/h3]

With absolutely no response, he paused, looking down at his bare chest and distinct lack of car keys. 

[h3]"[color=851acc]I DON'T HAVE A SHIRT OR KEYS! FUCK YOU, YOU UNGCO ASIAN BOGAN![/color]"[/h3]

Grumbling at the booming laughter he received in response, he put his earrings and shoes on and placed the fedora on the top of his head. He gave the one-finger salute to his prank ping uncle before he started to run all the way to Beverly Hills High. A half-naked, absolutely ripped Asian dude running through the streets of L.A made quite a sight, one hand keeping the fedora in his head. The Kyung-Park mansion was pretty far away from the high school and he arrived in school just in time for the lunch bell to ring.

A sweaty, hot, half-naked Joo walked through the hallways, possibly giving few girls heart attacks. He was puffing, out of breath from the constant running and so he didn't notice any of the stares he was getting for the very obvious and sick tattoo he had on his arm, a new addition to skin. Spotting Sierra in a crowd, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a conveniently placed janitors closet. He locked the door and turned to her, panting and hot in breath. Reaching for her, fingers ran through her hair, placing a warm hand on her hip. Stunning brown eyes met with green ones, head moving to her ear. 

"[color=851acc]Fuck, I need it Si.[/color]" He smiled as his hands crept up her back, hot breath landing on her neck. The hand in her hair grabbed it softly, pulling her towards him. Every touch was soft but also firm at the same time, hot bodies melting together. Although Sierra has had sex with Joo before, it didn't start off as intense as this, his emotions were almost [i]felt[/i] through his breath. He nibbled her ear, hands running down her back, carressing lightly. Rippled muscles almost shone in sweat, arms pulling her closer. Perfectly unaware at what the rest of his body was doing, he asked the question.

"[color=851acc]Do you have a spare shirt?[/color]"