➳ so sweet and so cold // hyunlix

chapter 9

    "Was this really necessary?" Hyunjin muttered, his eyes glued on his sitting silhouette as he gazed in the long mirror before him. He rested on the floor, his legs crossed at his ankles and his back slumped as he allowed Chan to do his thing.

"Of course it is! You said you were thinking of going dark brown again, I'm just helping you!" His friend exclaimed as he began to twirl his hands through Hyunjin's hair, layering each section of hair with a darker hue. Chan was resting on his knees, his chest facing Hyunjin's back as he did so.

The assassin's facial expression was displeased as he noticed the amusing way he looked. His hair was a disheveled mess and there were spots of dye on his forehead. The least Chan did was place a towel under his neck, so the dye won't have way to make onto his clothes. If anyone saw him like this, it'd ruin his reputation.

"You know I could've gone to a hairdresser and done this professionally, right?" The assassin sighed as he reached for his phone, which was placed on the floor right next to his legs.

"It's not as fun as when a friend does it for you." Chan promised him, still holding a cheerful smile on his plump lips that reached the crinkles by his eyes. His hands continued working in Hyunjin's hair, the tallest having to admit that it was a pleasant feeling to have someone kind of massage his head like that. He seemed to forget for a few moments the silly posture he was in as he got lost in the messages on his phone until...

"Looking good, honey." The familiar fox like tone slithered its way into the shell of Hyunjin's ear and reached his eardrum. This caused the assassin to straighten his back and shift startled toward Jisung who seemed to take the puss at the position he's in. His previously widened with panic eyes narrowed as they landed on the man he despised, just as his jaw clenched at the sight.

The heart he felt fall in his stomach quickly regained its natural position as he disregarded the man's mocking tone, realizing it's no one important just Jisung. "Piss off, wanker."

    "Hyunjin, more riders incoming!" Changbin's alerted voice informed the assassin through the earpiece.

    Hyunjin's muscular body continued to be tested by the fierce wind as he responded to his teammate. "On it." He bent down just enough to focus on the road before he accelerated, feeling the breeze flow into his leather jacket, and his entire body tensed. The engine roared ferociously as it listened to its owner's command and sped up on the road.

    The assassin maneuvered his motorcycle on the wide roadway with his lower body, melding with it as if they were one. His hips guided the vehicle toward one side of the road, his head shifting backward slightly to take in the new rivals that were incoming with the purpose of stopping them from reclaiming their pills.

    The new riders didn't seem to take notice of Hyunjin as they advanced forward at a rapid speed, accelerating by the second toward Changbin and Han who were both circling the white van which had their stuff. The assassin's grip on the handles tightened as he felt his legs contract on the pedal, the breeze that abused his body being the sign that he was fastening his speed.

    Finally, he was able to free one hand from the handle once he felt he was at a safe distance and close enough to them. His leather-gloved fingers started bursting with electricity as he held his palm open like a predator's claw. Before his motorcycle arrived at one of the adversaries, his fingers ticked twice. The motor growled as he approached, and tons of smoke erupted from behind.

    When he rode side by side with one of them, the adversary turned confused by the new presence before the assassin glued his palm on the man's arm, causing an electroshock to trail down his entire body and cause him to fall from his ride. Hyunjin was smirking the whole time, before he decided to take out the other threats.