cutiepie thug || Eli Jang X M!OC

00- Min and Mina

The low gun violence rate in South Korea can all be traced back to the strict gun laws in place. With a minimum punishment of 2 years in prison for those caught with unregistered guns, the majority of the population has no interest in owning or even thinking about guns.

However, Min was not your average South Korean citizen. He was a massive thug described as a lunatic by others, standing out from the South Korean population because of it.

Despite the low number of gun-related incidents in 2014, Min's presence led to a spike in gun activity and gun-related violence. He couldn't help himself; being obsessed with guns, he enjoyed creating chaos when fighting his opponents.

Which is why he constantly found himself in these type of dangerous situations.

"Alright, alright...you guys need to chillax." Min sighed, his eyes drooping in exasperation as he faced the growing number of men in black.

They were all glaring at him with their ugly faces.

"Tch. Is this the little kid causing problems?" The ugliest of them spat out. Soon, spitting out his cigarette and stomping on it.

Min couldn't help but feel insulted by the remark. Although he was just a teenager, he knew that the thug wasn't praising him for his amazing skills and youth, but instead insulting him and looking down on him because of his age.

He could only hope that after this if they made it out alive, they would all reconsider their perspectives on talented young people and think before they speak next time.

"Okay, first of all, I am not a little kid. Second of all, trust me, buddy, you do not want to mess with and see what's hiding in my pants, and it's not my massive dick, I'll tell you that," Min chuckled after that brief monologue in his head.

The thugs all visibly wrinkled their faces in anger at Min's carefree attitude. The laid-back personality of the teen insulted their pride altogether.

"Fuck! Do you think you're all that? You make me wanna fucking puke from the audacity, you punk!" The leader of the ugly thugs fumed. "You know what? Get to it, guys. Get this motherfucker out of my sight immediately." He continued.

The leader turned around and started to walk away. The thugs quickly stepped aside, allowing their leader to pass.

"You shouldn't have turned around," Min giggled behind his hand. His right hand slowly reached inside his pants' waistline, and he grabbed onto the handle of the massive custom pink rifle hidden under his shirt.

He unstrapped the rifle from the Velcro that secured it to his lower back. The gun's lightweight design giving him an advantage when fighting face-to-face, allowing Min to move swiftly.

"Peekaboo!" Min exclaimed as he pulled the trigger.

The screams and gunshots of the thugs echoed throughout the streets.

"Well isn't that something! Good thing I didn't jump or double the gunshots would have sounded because of my fine ass!" He winked and stuck out his tongue.

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Min walked back to Seoul, his shoes and clothes stained with blood. A trail of bloody footsteps marked his path through Seoul.

As he held his pink gun close, he couldn't help but laugh.

"LOL! All these K-pop idols singing and rapping about guns make me laugh. They will never get to witness the true beauty of your kind, my beautiful Mina!" Min hugged his gun affectionately, seeing it as a loyal companion that had been by his side through thick and thin.