It didn't happen right away, but you love Hoseok with all your heart. Your first thought in the morning and the only thing on your mind before you sleep, and you'd do anything to keep it that way.
Even if it hurts.
With the large hood of your jacket pulled over your head, a face mask shielding the lower half of your face, and your bangs swishing in the breeze as you walk, anyone should consider themselves lucky if they're able to make out your eye shape.
Still livid from recent events, your feet pounded against the sidewalk as you made your way to work. Your fingers were twitching and rubbing against your palms at the thought of hacking into carcasses of the late night shipment of cows.
The blood splattering on your cheek, muscles burning as you tossed and twisted the huge chunks of meat.
It was glorious, but not enough.
You needed more and hacking away at dead animals in a butcher shop wasn't going to cut it. Pun intended.
"Oh, hello Y/N! Are you here to cover for Hodong again? This is the second time this week he's called out, one more time and he's out of here!" Mrs. Im ranted for the hundredth time.
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She was always threatening to fire her son and you scoffed, knowing she'd be up shit creek if he ever left her and the shop.
Hodong was above average height, close to 6'3, and built like a bodybuilder from years of working with his mother.
Mr. Im was too far gone into a bottle of gin to help around the shop, except for throwing sexual comments at the female customers and yourself; the slimy shit.
"Yes Mrs. Im. I couldn't leave you to handle all that meat by yourself." You threw at her as you tossed your backpack down in the breakroom and pulled an old leather apron over your head.
You didn't wait for her response before you headed further back into the shop to the workbenches littered with tonight's shipment.
"Mmmm yes!" Experienced finger wrapped around the heavy cleaver, wielding it like a butter knife.
Flesh peeled from bone, fat slopping onto stainless steel tables, and the crack of your blade slicing through thick tibias and femurs helps to wash away the sour mood you've been in since you woke up.
Jung Hoseok was in big trouble and his little friends better watch their back.
No one takes away what belongs to you and Hoseok was yours and yours alone.
"Y/N! Y/N! My goodness, I thought dynamite was going off back here, and you're always so quick!"
Her eyes were big as she looked at the expertly sectioned and trimmed cuts of meat. You'd only been working here a few months but could definitely give Hodong a run for his money.
"I've never met someone who was such a natural. I fear for anyone dumb enough to scorn you." She chuckles as she begins to wrap cuts and pack them in the deep freezer for tomorrow morning.
