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Digits wrap around a slender wrist, tugging a smaller frame towards is own, the motion more jerking than anything. There is nothing gentle about Yongguk, not in the least sense, especially not when he was in a more ‘ work ‘ oriented mode. Fear doesn’t flare in opposite hues, no, it seems more like a fire of anger, disdain for the action take in order to pull said female away from an overbearing crowed To most this may seem as if he was vying for her attention, wanting her to himself, and in a sense it was the proper assumption, only most were missing a key part of information. Yongguk had intentions of killing this woman. Information, this woman held bits of information that were vital to his current objective and he would stop at nothing to get such bits of information out of her, even if it meant cutting off a few of those pretty little fingers.
“Shut up.” She’s too fucking loud, annoying. This is why he normally kept to himself, strayed from crowds and those that’d seemingly cause too much noise in his life, too much of a ripple in otherwise calm waters. Fuck, a sting of pain is felt along wrist, nails digging into flesh and tearing it in a means to perhaps free herself from a strong grip. Yongguk has no intentions of letting go, instead only jerking his target closer, opposite hand made use of as digits grasp for a perfectly angled jawline, urging delicate features near his own. Optics bear into opposite, stare unwavering, a nonchalant calm hiding his own irritation, “Stop resisting or I’ll put a bullet dead center, right between your eyes, understand?” His tone is hushed, words spoken as if he was telling her a soothing secrete, playing the false card of appearing to be an arguing couple rather a man taking a female hostage. It seems easy enough, a feign smile here, and a seemingly intimate closeness granted as he ushers her out from an assumed place of work and onto bustling streets.
Car has been parked a block away, a good distance to start his interrogation, and if anything warn her of what’s to come dare she speak out or tell a lie to him. Either way, it’d end badly for her, of course, such information isn’t distributed.
This must have been a complete joke. Hana doesn’t know how this happened out of all people who lingered around, she ends up being chosen and somehow she falls underneath the touch of someone she doesn’t know. It must have been a complete mistake, despite her creating destruction with a few others she worked with in the late evening including her boss; she knows she did absolutely wrong. Wrong as in, what she does the evidence was wiped away from existence. Shattered like thin glass but erased with the spark of fire to form them into ashes.
Hana tried to protest, dainty wrist securely locked underneath his touch. She shifts around, twists here and there but she wouldn’t budge, nails clawing at it to where she could have potentially left crimson marks along the flesh. The woman’s doing what she believes would work. The way she was spoken to didn’t frighten her, growing accustom to this type of behavior due to how she usually spits out harsh words to others as well. Ah, this must have been karma for her. Tips of her teeth grit beneath one another in annoyance, eyes rolled to one side to avoid his pair of hues before she ends up using her spare hand to reach for his neck to grasp onto it. The temptation to do so was too strong at this point.
He’s too close to her, close to her own comfort and a scoff leaves her lip by then.
❝Yea’, whatever tough guy, just shut the fuck up yourself.❞
There wasn’t many people around now, sadly. Therefore, despite her being threatened and her life was in danger as well. She’s remaining nonchalant, still acting herself instead of displaying weakness or fear. She isn’t that afraid of the other male because she knows what she’s capable of. And there’s no way he was bound to inflict pain on her when he obviously wants something from her. Hana’s sincerely curious to what it could be, though it wasn’t questioned verbally towards him.
She steps out, glancing around from one corner to another then back at him. Was it wrong to run away? Her hazel eyes pierced back into his hold before she looks straight ahead, deciding not to protest or break free at least now this time around. His reason for this, the way he’s acting, better be a good one.
