Heartbeat || Minhyuk Daniel
Minhyuk was steamed. No. He was beyond steamed. He was fuming. He was clenching his knuckles so hard, they were white spots shrouded by read. When the young man saw Daniel, he was going to rip him a new one. The furious brunette was already covered in blood and scratches from a fight he had that night, he wouldn’t mind if there was yet anther set of DNA on him.
The demon was a trickster, twisting words and leaving blanks in the contract that Minhyuk was stupid an wanted. He wanted feel death and pain, maybe he could know what his brother felt for a split second, but he didn’t want to actually die. He wanted to beat the shit out of people from the anger his puts out in him; he was never good enough. He was never his dead brother.
Once the rough looking guy came to the area he knew, the one it had nearly been two years since he was at, he cracked his knuckles. He was ready to break bones.