ᴼᵁᴿ ᵀᴵᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ~|ᴴʸᵁᴺᴸᴵˣ~|

74

TW ⚠️: Use of weapon, murder

Inside such a lavish and extensive living area — Dan, together with his trustable man, Andrew, are sharing drinks of whiskey in his grand, red sofa. It was quiet, and the sounds that could only be heard in the room were their puffs of breath from taking in and out cigarettes.

Until another given sound reverberated to the place that hooked the two guy's attention. The huge door opens and a male came into the entrance. Dan smirked and was delighted by the man's visit.

"CRISTAN! I've been waiting for your update about what happened yesterday. I was in a deep fucking slumber and my body was not in a mood to move a single muscle." He gave a subtle glance at the male beside him who nonchalantly sips on his alcohol. "But yeah, tell me what happened yesterday?"

"Like you said, I holed their car and made sure to take out all the fuel in Bang Chan's car."

"As precise as I asked you. Good." Dan downed his shot of whiskey and hummed softly, as if he's being pleasured by the story Cristan was about to tell next.

"And when they're done with their party, they walked down the street and I fastly attempted to run them over. They fell to the ground and rolled like burritos. God, they're fucking hilarious. Hyunjin actually tried to chase me but that stupid Yongbok made him stop so I was able to escape." The said culprit of the incident has the largest smirk on his face, thinking that what he did made his boss proud and might even give him some bonus, possibly.

However, Dan's reaction came out completely alternate to what he expected. Dan was rather...dismayed and... frustrated. "They? You mean to say you ran my babe over as well?"

"Well it's not my fault. He was dumb enough to pull Yongbok with him to save the fucker."

The boss's grip around the glass tightened, his face darkening. "You...hurt my babe."

And Cristan knew right away, he's fucked. "But I didn't mean it, Boss! But at least I scared Yongbok off and hurt him like you said!"

"That's right. I said hurt Yongbok. ONLY Yongbok, NOT MY BABE TOO, YOU FUCKING, INCOMPETENT, DUMBASS!" Dan threw the glass to Cristan and hit him straight to the head where it shattered and nicked the man's head. And the next thing he saw, a gun was pointed at his forehead.

Shaking, Cristan went on his knees and begged. "W-W-WAIT BOSS! PLEASE, I DIDN'T MEAN IT! GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!"

"No one hurts my HYUNJIN! NO ONE!"

"BOSS DAN PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! I'VE BEEN ALWAYS LOYAL TO YO–AGH!!" Dan stood up and gave Cristan a crisp slap on his face with his gun.

"So?" The unbothered boss points the gun against Cristan's forehead, the latter feeling the cold nuzzle on his skin give him shivers.

"No no no PLEAS—"

*BANG*

A thudding noise followed the loud bang of gunshot. Cristan was announced dead straight-away with his eyes open and mouth hung. "That's what you get from hurting Hyunjin, you piece of shit. Trying to run him over? Tsk." When the blood started pooling on the marbled, white tile floors, Dan disgustingly clicked his tongue and called for Andrew's attention with a snap of a finger. "Andrew, call Timothy and make him clean this mess up."

"Boss, you know Jungwon hates whenever you call him Timothy. Why can't you just stick to his real name?"

"Why do you even fucking care and why should I care about what he feels? His name will always be Timothy as long as he works for me." The boss groaned and gave Cristan one last kick on the stomach before going back to his sofa to take his backpack.  "Anyways, I'm still going to work. Pretending to be a chef sucks, you know?"