| Antidote | Poison 2nd Book |

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞

Two years later...

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It had been quite a long time since Seonghwa had returned to June, he never imagined that he would ever be back here, not after how he left things before. Over the past two years, Seonghwa had completely taken over the organization once again, fixed the crumbling mess that Hana made before him. Once again, everything was practically bent to the will of his fingertips, power, money, luxury, everything he had left behind. 

Seonghwa had done everything in his power to get away from June. He had changed the name of the company, totally packing it up and moving the central force of the organization to a different part of the country. That was until a small group of men from his own organization that still resided in June had started to act out, started to make a name of their own, and Seonghwa was not going to let it slide. This was his only reason for returning to that damned place.

Until everything was settled and put back into place, he was only going to be staying there for a month or so. It gave him enough time to try and talk to this group of rebels, and enough time to get his hands dirty if they weren't willing to cooperate with him.

The strong, bitter scent of coffee filled the air of the cafe, a soft symphony of chatter from the customers enjoy their lunch breaks, having coffee with one another, enjoying each other's company.

Seonghwa sat in the very back corner of the cafe, ensuring that he was distanced enough from the rest of the people within the establishment. He sat very laxly in the booth, a large coffee cup placed upon a napkin to his right, and a laptop sitting upon the table in front of him. The black-haired male adjusted the reading glasses upon the bridge of his nose, then let his fingers get back to work on the keys of his keyboard. 

Since his face was still a very well known image in the city of June, his presence in the cafe caused a bit of tension to hang in the air. No one could forget the strikingly beautiful bachelor that once had total control over the city.

Seonghwa had his black hair styled in a brushed back fashion with a good amount of gel, outlining the fade cut on the sides of his head. He was fitted with a grey, long-sleeved button-up with the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to the bend of his elbows, the shirt hugged his physique perfectly. He wore a pair of dress pants made of the finest fabric, and a pair of grey Italian leather shoes. If there was one thing Seonghwa loved, it was his Italian leather. A Rolex watch wrapped around his left wrist, a simple chain upon the other, and a single gold band on his left ring finger. The ring was something he always wore in memory, something he cherished, something he would never take off. It was very clear that Seonghwa was the best dressed in the whole cafe, and of course, the most dangerous.

The poised male looped his fingers through the holes of the warm ceramic cup, lifting it to his lips as he took a sip of the strong coffee in the cup. The cup made a soft thump as it was set back upon the napkin on the table.

Dingdingding... The sound of the bell above the entrance rang softly, letting the workers know that a new customer had entered. Seonghwa's gaze didn't lift from the computer screen except for the occasional glances he needed to take at the keyboard. He brought the cup of coffee to his lips once again, taking a drink

"Hi! Yeah, can I have a large cappuccino with extra cream and caramel? Thanks." A familiar voice could be heard ordering at the counter.

Hearing this voice, Seonghwa seemed to pause for a moment, his heart instantly beginning to thump erratically within his chest. He blinked a few times as he lifted his gaze to the customer who had just entered. He immediately set the cup down, choking briefly on the coffee he just swallowed and bringing a hand to his mouth as he started to cough.