#gpbyul

hyuk was in the station running on two hours of sleep. he’s had to pull an all-nighter for a money deal that would bring in more profit for the gang—not that they were already lacking in funds, but it paid to be ready. not that he didn’t trust his sister, but he knew some people blew off the money they had because they kept coming in. once, he had crippled a gang member for spending more than he should be saving; in his defence, he had let him live after that. if it were seung in his place, he wouldn’t even live past the first breath he took. but anyway, he was tired now and if he didn’t get his daily dose of caffeine, he was going to lash out at someone.

so he gone out and got himself coffee from hyuk’s, taking one of their americanos to go. if it weren’t for the fact that they had quality coffee, the 29-year-old wouldn’t have bothered to make the trek from the station to the cafe. but as soon as he got back, his ears perked up when he heard what sounded like a meow and he directed his hard gaze at byul. “you have some explaining to do.”