Bullet Points

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Green was most definitely not Han Shangyan's colour.

The former Gun God scowled darkly as sunny laughter filtered through the air like the peal of a bell, ricocheting through his synapses mercilessly. It was the death knell to his formerly rigid sanity; the K and K boss' mood kamikazed sharply south as he dragged in a ragged breath, forcing himself to remain seated at his station. Not this again. The sound of Tong Nian's mirth should have inspired joy in his once jaded heart, but adversely, instead it was as though all colour had suddenly drained from the room, leaving him blinded. The pit of his stomach churned acidly as his jaw clenched, his fingers rapidly typing a string of nonsense as he attempted to pull himself together. Breathe, Gun, you need to calm down. It was easier said than done; all he could do was berate himself mentally as Nian Nian's girlish giggles sliced directly into him like a sword, chafing at his soul and his peace of mind. Stop it, he growled internally, a strange haze of irritation and embarrassment pumping through his veins and clouding his vision. The straight laced leader was as ashamed as he was angry; after all, he was a fully grown adult, what business did he have to be acting like a petty teenager?!

Han Shangyan was nothing if not logical, and he knew in that moment that he was acting entirely unreasonably. His girlfriend was just innocently enjoying a little downtime, relaxing as she so deserved; he was her boyfriend but he most certainly wasn't her keeper and he knew she was just having fun. So why did he still feel like he had swallowed a red hot poker? Knowing that Little Squid was doing nothing untoward did nothing to dispel his unease; Gun's winged brows furrowed and his teeth ground painfully together as he glared wordlessly at his laptop. He was surprised thunderclouds hadn't gathered around his head in his palpable irritation; he was almost scorching a hole through the screen in his intense bid to regain his composure. If he had the power to control thunderbolts, certain people would currently be more than a little singed around the edges. Gun God felt so unlike his usually haughty and unruffled self, the jealousy gripping his heart as sharp and unavoidable as toothache.

Green eyed monster indeed.

The famously cool and collected Gun had even depleted his ever present supply of sugar in an unconscious bid to extinguish his inner fire; he hadn't registered how quickly he had chomped through his candy reserves, but he was now regrettably bereft with nothing but the bitter tang of jealousy on his tongue. How was it possible that one tiny, bubblegum pink fairy princess could turn his life completely upside down and awaken the heart he had tried to seal away for so long? The big, bad Boss was experiencing an onslaught of emotions previously unknown, leaving him as raw and vulnerable as an exposed nerve. Which was utterly ridiculous and completely unfounded. Or so he kept trying to tell himself. Han Shangyan had no justifiable reason to feel so incensed and yet he could feel his eyes blazing emerald as another round of laughter echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and crushing him under their weight. Heads were most definitely about to roll.

And 97 was currently topping his hitlist.

Gun's gaze sharpened suspiciously as he eyed the oblivious object of his affections and his clueless subordinate poring over a book across the table from him, absorbed in their own little world. As of late, it seemed his Little Squid and his previously favourite team member had grown a lot closer; despite himself, Gun couldn't help but feel they were a little too friendly for comfort. Or was he just imagining it because Nian Nian's attention was occupied elsewhere for a change? There was barely eighteen months between the pair in age, and like it or not, Gun was more than a little aware of it. They made him feel like the crypt keeper; he never had any idea what they found so amusing, it was as if they inhabited their own exuberant plane of existence. The ten years that separated the trio may as well have been millennia; like it or not, Han Shangyan was just not 'down with the kids'. He simply didn't understand the silly pictures that they sent to each other on an almost daily basis, nor the infantile videos they seemed to find so hilarious. His Little Squid was a genius, but it seemed she wasn't entirely above the pleasures of her youth; her phone was never far from her hand, and it seemed it was never silent for long. She was too popular for her own good....