❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃? ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ambiguity and mysteriousness is what makes the coy president of Workers fall for one of the les...
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「 Prince of Denseness 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ YOOJIN WAS NEVER the type to feel nervous over anything as long as he knows he can come up with a plan if anything goes wrong. He always had a backup plan for a backup plan, and even if he did have one, it was always guaranteed that he would've already made the first plan to be impenetrable and indestructible.
His certainty and exactness when it comes to his work was admired and applaud by many, always seen as composed and organized. He always had a pattern that if it were to be disrupted, his immediate response was to get rid of the distraction or destroy the hindrance.
Yoojin almost always dwells in his thoughts, but puts those thoughts into action once given the opportunity.
However, the ambiguity of a certain newcomer in the second affiliate made him lose his train of thought, halted him in his movements, and practically prevented him from scanning his board for his chess pieces.
He knew for a fact that Shikami was not an opposing force, given that he and Mitsuki knew each other well enough for him to side with her through and through. But, due to his lack of knowledge about his background and identity, Yoojin was left to trust the woman of controlling the odd short killer.
He never knew that putting his whole trust on Mitsuki would be something he'd do anytime soon, but here he is now, watching her hold the leash to which controls the most enigmatic person he knows in this very affiliate.
But that was not the only thing that made his skin crawl as he watches Mitsuki place a hand on the shorter's shoulder, leaning down to whisper in his ear about something he has no care about. He watched their little interaction as an unknown force kept tugging at the pit of his stomach, his smile faltering for a second before widening as they finally stopped whispering to each other and focusing on him.
As the meeting carried on, so did the feeling bubbling inside of Yoojin, his eyes would always gravitate back to Shikami, who was still conversing with Mitsuki secretly. The muscle above his eye twitched as soon as he saw the woman's hand resting on the other's thigh, acting as if this wasn't unprofessional of them.
Don't touch him. He wondered why he had suddenly grown protective of Shikami, when a few months ago he only treated him as a person of mild interest, seeing as he was fresh and new, so unknown to the Workers yet he was already feared by many.
Time continued to tick and so did Yoojin's patience, the more time they spent in the meeting room, the more he had to see just how close Mitsuki and Shikami were. Their relation was slowly being unravelled the more they talk to each other, and it seems Yoojin wasn't the only one feeling as if there was something wrong in the air.
In the corner of his eye, Ryuhei was glaring at Shikami with the intensity of a thousand white stars, breaking the pen he had in his hand and getting ink all over his fingers. With sharp and harsh movements, he got up from his seat and walked out of the room, despite not getting any permission from Yoojin.
