hunter + @fmddean
Hunter didn’t particularly consider himself an angry person. He rarely, if ever, raised his voice in anger and his group mates and friends never saw him angry. It took a lot to piss him off, and you had to tap on just the right buttons to do so. Fortunately not a lot of people knew just how to tick him off, and that was how he preferred things to be. Not only did it save him a lot of trouble, it saved the other person a lot of trouble as well.
That is, until Hunter came home to find his apartment covered in feathers. “Fucking Dean,” he grumbled under his breath, slamming the door shut. He took off his jacket and hung it on the hook by the door, his shoes quickly landing in their usual spot, before he reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone.
A few seconds later his phone was pressed against his ear, the familiar ringing sound reaching his eardrums while he waited for his cousin to answer. When the click that signaled him answering finally happened, he spoke before the other male could get a word out. “Dean Jaehoon Jeon, I’m going to skin your fucking pigeon alive the next time I see it, I swear to God.”
