Taesan's POV
When last did I feel the need to lose control and stab someone?
The fucking Deus brothers didn't take the tension they brought with them.
So even after they've left, Junho and I are still standing in place. My sword is still in the air, my jaw is still clenched and I'm still mentally stabbing Damien Deus.
"I'll get dressed and leave for work" I say as I force myself to put my sword down, the action is slow, but I do it anyway.
"Taesan" Junho calls my name firmly, and I turn my head to look at him. Tilting my head to signal for him to go ahead with what he wants to say.
I'm still boiling with rage.
That motherfucker spoke about my mate as if he has a right to. I think I should go after them and take out his eyeballs.
"Think it through, do you really want to do this?" he says and I stare at him blankly.
I can feel control slipping out of my hands and I need Seoha. I need Seoha and I fucking need him right now.
