ᴼᵁᴿ ᵀᴵᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ~|ᴴʸᵁᴺᴸᴵˣ~|

26

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️: Violence, assault, and murder

In all honesty, Hyunjin couldn't decipher where all these overprotective thoughts are coming from. They just rolled in and, weirdly, his body and mind easily granted it in.

EVEN YANG! WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YANG HERE, GUYS! YANG!

The motherfucker who hates each and everyone in this world - for the fucking first time, wanted to protect someone and defend for someone.

More specifically, revenge for someone.

And that someone had to be Yongbok, whom he also hates. But, also likes? I know, it's totally crazy.

Yang never melted for anyone. Not to his ex, not even to his group of friends! NEVER! He never had this kind of urge. But then with Yongbok, it feels as if he could possess Hyunjin's body and turn him into a psycho killer in one switch if he wanted to.

And Chef Hui got to have to be the first victim.

Hyunjin did not leave his eyes off Hui. He tracked him darn well, until he realized that the man went to a public bathroom.

"Well, somebody's gonna empty their bladder." He mumbled while cracking his knuckles, not wasting a damn time and followed the man inside. When he got in the bathroom, he adjusted the hood of his jacket, fully covering it below his eyes. His face are almost entirely blocked, much to Hyunjin's contentment.

He wanted to avenge, but he don't want to expose too much about himself. It's just a lucky coincidence it was only him and Hui inside this bathroom.

Hyunjin acted as if he's washing his hands in the sink. Soon, a middle aged looking man exited one of the cubicle while whistling a random song.

That pissed Hyunjin's eardrums a lot.

The man joined him in front of the sink to also wash his hands, looking so unbothered and cool.

Well that coolness ain't gonna last forever.

Hyunjin grabbed this moment as a chance to slowly start his work, building up the tension, you know? "You look a bit familiar, sir. Are you somehow a celebrity?" He joked, receiving an irritating, boastful-filled laugh from the other.

"I get that a lot, kid. You have a good eyes."

And yours wouldn't last. How sad.

The taller played along a smirk. "I get that a lot too. Are you somehow, that chef Hui Juyun?"

The other enthusiastically nods. "I am. How did you know?"

"Oh. Well, if i recall it correctly...I heard your name from the list of one of the most unsuccessful, crummy chefs in the industry. Probably feels bad to be in your shoes, eh?" Hyunjin turned the faucet off, deafening silence engulfing the place alongside with a rising thick tension.

That quickly turned the old male's smile upside down, spinning his head to Hyunjin. "Who do you think you're talking to? Who the fuck are you?"

Hyunjin turned his gaze to Juyun as well, sharp feline eyes taunting the older one. "Nobody. No one you should know of."

"The fuck you want, boy? Clearly, you wanted my attention because you're being an obvious annoying bug to me right now. Do you want money?"

"Yes, i do. But that's not the case for this one. So, i have this little issue and-...." Hyunjin walked creepily slow towards the chef, asserting fear over the other. "...-you're gonna have to deal with it."

"Deal wi- ACK!! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Juyun was took for a surprise when Hyunjin roughly pushed him on the wall, the impact on the back of his head made him grimace hard.