ᴼᵁᴿ ᵀᴵᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ~|ᴴʸᵁᴺᴸᴵˣ~|

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"What... the..." Hyunjin felt like he was showered with a bucket full of ice. He was fastly sobered up and his fuzzy feeling replaced with an unexplainable anger. He stood up from the ground and tried to tail the bike as it was not far yet.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD TO ME! HEY!" Unfortunately, the bike successfully got away and he was meters away from Hyunjin who was running like a track athlete, desperate to catch the culprit who almost harmed them and bad mouthed his angel.

"Hyung, stop! He's not worth it!" Yongbok stopped the older male from running and tried to follow him as well, only limping a little as his ankle was twisted a bit unnaturally, probably from when Hyunjin forcefully tackled him down the ground. 

Hyunjin's anger fueled, disappointed now that the fucker has got away. 

"Not worth it? HE JUST FUCKING THREATENED YOU AND CALLED YOU THAT FUCKING NAME! AND ALMOST RUN US OVER! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I'LL FOLD HIM IN HALF AND SPLIT HIM APART! URGH!" Hyunjin entangles his fingers on his hair and starts pulling it, yelling curses and whatnot to express his wrath. 

Yongbok immediately came in and pulled Hyunjin's hands from his hair, preventing any more harm to the older. "Hyung, stop pulling your hair please." 

"And he knows who you are! I swear to God, he's the one who put you in the woods back then! GOD I SHOULD'VE REMEMBERED HIS PLATE NUMBER!"

"He doesn't have it."

Hyunjin was halted from his violent hair pulling. "What?"

"Everything happened so fast but I was able to notice it. It has no plate number so... that still wouldn't do a thing though."

"SON OF A– AARGHHHH!!" Hyunjin's distress made him resort to his violent coping behavior. He slapped his face, hit his arms with his fists and went back on pulling his goddamn hair until a little ripping noise could be heard. 

Yongbok quickly grabbed Hyunjin's hands again and used all his force for Hyunjin not to move any single muscle by hugging him, putting the older's pair of hands behind to restrain him. "HYUNG! STOP PLEASE!" 

"You should've let me catch that fucking guy, Yongbok!"

"You really think you've got a chance with that bike who runs 90 miles per hour?! You'll just get exhausted and it's not good for your lungs. Do you want to die?!"

"If that's what it takes for me to capture your culprit then yes, I would love to!" 

"Then I'd certainly rather you not to capture him then!" Yongbok plants his face on Hyunjin's neck. The way he was gripping on Hyunjin's wrists, the latter could tell the desperation and sincerity in him. All the brutal and ruthless urge inside him simmered and his tensed body softened, his head leaning against the side of Yongbok's head to rest from the pain and exhaustion that suddenly rises in him. 

"You can let go of my hands now, angel. I'm cool now." He muttered and the younger male obliged, taking his hands off and freeing the other. Hyunjin cups Yongbok's face and make them look at each other. "Are you okay, though? Are you hurt?"

"My ankle and my back just hurt a little but I can manage. You? Are you in pain?"

"Just.....feels heavy to breathe." He confessed, and pulled his hand from the younger's skin but noticed a blood stain smudged on there. He glanced down his palm and noticed blood oozing from his wound. "And I got a cut on my palm." 

Yongbok snatched his hand and took a look at it. "We better get home now so we can treat that." 

The two wasted no damn time and stood up, walking towards the main street where a cab could pull over for them. They kept themselves alert and not letting their guards down, readying themselves if ever that douchebag comes back and runs them over again.