Park Seongwha

It was official. you were a walking, unkillable creature sent to test seonghwa’s patience. You had to be at this point. That was the sixth poisoned-cream puff he’d given you this week and you were still talking on the phone about some guy you met at work. Seonghwa’s fingers curled around the register, his knuckles turning white. When was the last time it took him this long to kill someone? Five years ago? Time flies by fast - and yet it’s going painfully slow to take. you. out.