"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
"Anger is a wind which blows out the lamp of the mind."
- Rober Green Ingersoll
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Finding a renovation company and making an order was quick and easy for Mix. Frankly speaking, he had it done in less than thirty minutes after Earth had left. One of the frequent customers of Wongratch's Wontons was the owner of one such company. So it took Mix one phone call and everything was set.
Mix had to pretend in front of Earth that it was going to be hard for him to find such a company and that it probably would take a whole day, just to get Earth out of the way for a few hours. Mix highly doubted that Earth would allow him to go alone to where was Mix planning to go, after what he had told Earth last night.
But Mix hadn't seen Sing and the whole gang since he quit, and after yesterday, he needed some answers.
Mix got out of the bus about a kilometre away from their nest. He didn't need to call Sing to know that he would be there. He was always there. Mix was honestly surprised that Sing wasn't sleeping at that place, at least not all the time.
It was starting to rain when Mix finally approached the wide-open entrance into Sing's nest. The rain was hitting the metal roof of the building creating, both a soothing and eerie atmosphere at the same time. He shook off tiny droplets from his black hoodie and entered the very familiar place.
"You?" Mon stood up from the sitting bag and with a surprised expression walked towards Mix. "I thought you quit. What are you doing here?"
"I haven't quitted the friendship," Mix, looked around — Mon seemed to be the only one there. "Where is he? Upstairs?"
"Yeah, but he is there with his bitch," Mon smirked.
Mix's calm face changed in a split of a second, he grabbed Mon by the collar and pushed him until he was pressed against the old, shabby, but still working wending machine. "Now, listen to me — you'll call Janhae bitch one more time, and I make sure it's the last thing you'll ever say. Will see how you gonna talk without your tongue. Are we clear?"
Mon coughed, taking the air back into his lungs. "You wouldn't dare," he said with an annoying smirk returning back on his face.
"I don't think you want to test it," Mix said and let go of Mon. He ran upstairs, shaking his head in disbelief — he didn't understand how after all this time Sing didn't just kick Mon out. Mon was always the most problematic out of all of them, spurring troubles all the time for no fucking reason as if there wasn't enough trouble already without his very kind contribution.
Mix chuckled, thinking back at Mon's expression when he said that Mix wouldn't dare to cut his tongue out. Mon wasn't so sure about his own words, and he shouldn't be. Mix didn't like killing innocent people — that was true, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing to hurt people who were speaking or doing ill to people he cared about. Janhae was one of those people.
