- 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 2-1

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As soon as he left major lee's office he wished that he'd never done that. Judgmental looks were every where. He was expecting someone like a friend or fucker of that guy grab him and punch him to death any moment.

"Jung wooyoung you whore!"

Sooner than he expected.

A huge guy from over the hallway was coming for him. He ignored him at first but not anymore when he banged him to the wall.
He felt a slightly pain in his shoulder.

"Why are you still here walking around alive while you don't deserve any breath you take?"

The man at his size could smah wooyoung at anytime but he was just making a fuss.
It wasn't his first time. Almost everybody hate wooyoung there except Hwan.
He had blood on his hands just like them but the difference was that none of them had a blood of they own comrade on they're hands.
Wooyoung was staring at him with an empty look which fired him up more.

"Did you serve him well?"

"Who?"

"Major lee"

"You want some too? That's why you're making a fuss? You could've just asked me" wooyoung smirked.

There was a taste of blood in his mouth as soon as he finished his sentence.
Huge guy took his hand of wooyoung's collar.

"You've let so many people here die jung wooyoung."

"And I've killed so many at the battlefield, more than all of you."

"He was my friend."

"To me he was a guy wearing a same uniform as me."

There was a silence then, People scattered. There was nothing more to enjoy. They were disappointed because he didn't take a shit out of wooyoung.

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