a warning
@weijunxmi
seungyoun’s job, while not breaking any law, isn’t completely clean. and it’s hard to be completely clean when you’re working at the kind of establishment he is. while not a performer, seungyoun takes more care in the security part of things. he’s not too sure if it’s because his father had been a piece of shit, leaving him to keep an eye out for strange men growing up, but seungyoun’s pretty good at smelling a problem before it arises.
and again, he sees a problem as he stands outside the lounge. he raises an eye at the man in question, had gently straightened his tie, before he went to work. it takes a few punches, none of them light, and a few good kicks as well.
he’s always been better at using his fists to do the talking. yet somehow, no matter how many times he punches this guy, he can’t seem to go away. “you’re pissing me off,” he finally says. they’re both out back, the last thing he’d want is to disrupt business (because he knows better than that. disrupting business meant disrupting weijun. and disrupting weijun meant disrupting his pay).
he gives weijun a call and tells the older man to meet him out back. “the roach is back,” he says, keeping a tight grip on the man. “he just doesn’t seem to know how to stay away,” he tightens his grip and watches the man below him, “should i end it here?” he asks, and he can’t help the sadistic smile that stretches across his lips.