Chapter 59
He took another step closer, invading Hyun Min's personal space. His hand reached out, tentatively at first, then with more confidence, tracing the curve of Hyun Min's cheek. "You are cute, you know, and you smell good too," he whispered, his breath hot against Hyun Min's ear. His hand trailed down, his fingers brushing against Hyun Min's neck, then lower, moving towards the front of his pants. Just as his hand was about to make contact, a fist connected with his face. A sickening crack echoed through the room, followed by a spray of blood as the guy stumbled backward, clutching his nose.
Hyun Min didn't hesitate. He stalked forward, his face contorted with rage. He grabbed the guy's hair, yanking his head back. "How dare you," he spat, his voice dangerously low. "I'm straight, you hear me? How dare you make a move on me?"
With a grunt of exertion, Hyun Min landed another punch, this one connecting with the guy's jaw. The guy's eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Hyun Min stood over him, breathing heavily, his knuckles bloody. He looked around the room, his gaze settling on the other guy, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and respect. "Get out," Hyun Min commanded, his voice still laced with fury. The guy scrambled to his feet and fled, not daring to meet Hyun Min's eyes.
Hyun Min's fury was a tangible thing, a storm brewing within him. The initial shock of the encounter had worn off, replaced by a cold, calculated rage. He advanced, each step deliberate, his eyes fixed on the guy sprawled on the floor. He wasn't just angry; he was offended, his sense of self violated.
He found a pitcher of water and, without a word, drenched the guy, the cold liquid shocking him back to consciousness. The guy coughed, sputtering, and tried to rise, but Hyun Min was already on him, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking. His screams echoed in the confined space, a desperate plea for mercy. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he wailed, the words a broken record.
Hyun Min's piercing gaze locked onto the guy, his fingers still tangled in the guy's hair, the guy's face twisted in agony as he let out pained yelps. Hyun Min's expression turned glacial, his eyes blazing with a fierce warning. "Seal this moment in your memory," he growled, his voice low and deadly. "The next time you dare try something like this, I'll make sure you never walk out alive." The guy's eyes went wide with terror, and he nodded convulsively, "Okay, I... I swear on my life I'll never do it again."
Hyun Min's fingers unfurled, releasing the guy from his grasp. For a fleeting moment, the guy was free, but his relief was short-lived. A swift, merciless kick sent him crashing to the floor once more. The sound of his panicked scrambling filled the air as he stumbled to his feet, fear lending wings to his heels. He darted out of the room. Hyun Min's gaze lingered on the empty doorway, a bitter tang coating his tongue. "Physco," he muttered under his breath, the words laced with disdain.
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As the battered guy stumbled around the corner, he stumbled on his anxious friend.
The friend's eyes widened in horror, taking in the bloodied nose and bruised cheek.
"How could you leave me there alone?" The battered guy said,his voice trembling with anger. The words hung in the air like a challenge, accusatory and raw.
The other one leaned against the wall, his chest heaving "What could I do?" he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "He would have killed me if I stayed."
The battered guy winced, gently touching his sore nose. "Is he a boxer or something?" he muttered "How come he has such a strong punch....?"
The uninjured friend nodded towards the nearest door. "Let's find a room, we need to clean you up. You're still bleeding."
The injured one nodded weakly, following his friend's lead...spotting an empty tent room nearby. "That one looks empty," his friend said, gesturing towards the door.
Together, they shuffled towards the room.
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Sarah pov
I trudged along, my legs aching from the uneven terrain as Camila and I climbed the rocky mountain. "I'm so tired," I panted, my breathing growing labored.
Camila turned around, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Just come on, we're almost there," she said with an encouraging smile.
I groaned, but her enthusiasm was infectious. I pushed on, my feet scrambling for purchase on the rocky ground. As we neared the top, the wind picked up, whipping my hair into a frenzy.
Finally, we crested the ridge, and my fatigue momentarily forgotten in the face of the breathtaking view.
The biting wind whipped around us, a cruel caress against my exposed skin. Camilla and I stood frozen, And then he turned. The figure, shrouded in the gathering darkness, was a silhouette against the fading light. He wore a thick, heavy coat, The wind howled, It was almost seven, and the world held its breath.
Hyun min looked at me,What was he doing here? Camilla's voice, a hushed whisper, broke the silence. "Oh my God." Her eyes were wide, reflecting the shock that mirrored my own. Hyun min too, seemed taken aback by our presence. I turned to Camilla, a silent plea in my eyes. "I told you comimg here wasn't a good idea,let's go. Let's leave this place."
"Why?" she asked, her voice barely audible above the wind. "I'm staying. I finally get an opportunity to talk to him." I stared at her, disbelief warring with a strange sense of inevitability. "Don't tell me you're actually planning to talk to him?" I looked up, and as if on cue, hyun min had already stood up, and started walking toward us, as if he had already decided.