@sanpatron ♡‘d for a starter!
THIS WAS NOT, AS HE had been led to believe, a weapons store. the racks of high-end clothes spread around yoo joonghyuk spoke of a very different kind of merchandise, with not a single sharp or dangerous item in sight. despite the ambiguous-sounding name ( gang☆star, the sign had proudly declared when he’d come in ), it was clearly a clothing store. he felt irritated fury well up in him at the way he’d been misled, searing the face of the dark-haired man who’d given him the false information to his memory. yoo joonghyuk would deal with him promptly, if he ever saw the man again. that was for certain.
turning to go, expression dark and stormy, the regressor found himself face-to-face with what appeared to be… an employee? an employee that was, annoyingly, taller than him.
❝ You don’t sell what I need here. ❞ yoo joonghyuk cut off what was sure to be a lengthy sales pitch, his sharp toning matching his incensed expression.