{ @gpseung }
complete. utter. bullshit. that’s what hyuk thought when he found out one of the outlaw bloods’ gambling halls had been covered in white feathers. fucking white feathers that had immediately put his gang in the hot seat. as much as he knew tensions between the gangs were rising, he would’ve thought that whoever the fuck did the ransacking would at least own it—at least until he remembered his brother. he knew how much seung hated the other gang and as much as he tried not to think about how it could’ve been him who ordered the attack, he can’t get the thought out of his head. so he sought him out, partly to make sure he was still okay—which was a ridiculous thought considering seung would kill whoever it was that tried to kill him without batting an eyelash—and partly to get the answers he needed. the rumours were already affecting some of their monetary sources; easily fixable, although it annoyed him that he had to fix anything at all. when he finally caught sight of his younger brother, he did not hesitate in approaching him at all, and going straight to the point. “tell me you didn’t order that attack.”
