Park Do Yoon slowly picked his way through the woods, having “given” up on hiding. His only true motive concerned Jung Ji Won, whom he cradled in his arms like an injured animal, although Do Yoon was more of an animal than Ji Won would ever be. 

As Do Yoon made his way through the forest taking care stepping over roots as to not cause Ji Won to stir as it would lead to some complications, the bushes rustled ever so slightly to the right of them. This had caused Do Yoon to pause and direct his phone light towards the sound. 

Just as he was about to carry on his merry way, a pair of hands had found their way on to his shoulders. And they weren't Ji Won's. 

“Aaaaargh- hic!” 

Do Yoon turned around so quickly that the person, who had just attempted to scare him, had fallen on to their back in a very drunk manner. 

At this point keeping up a persona was no longer one of Park’s worries.

“What do you think you’re doing.”

The person smiled sheepishly, while hiccups erupted every now and then echoing through the silence. He rubbed the back of his neck while he apologised.

“Sorry- hic, I thought you were one of the girls – hic, I wanted to get a jump on them -hic, oh what happened to him- hic!”

‘The next time he opens his mouth again I might actually kill him’, Do Yoon thought bitterly has his hands closed tighter in irritation, because of this Ji Won whimpered at the sudden pain in his arm. He leaned closer to Do Yoon trying to get away from the discomfort that he felt. Upon hearing this, Do Yoon couldn’t help but squeeze harder wanting him to wriggle around more like a fish that had helplessly swum into a net. If it wasn’t for the other person’s (whose name Do Yoon didn’t bother remembering) intoxicated state, he probably would’ve stopped him from holding Jung Ji Won so tightly.

It was a well-known fact that Jung Ji Won had a ridiculously low pain tolerance that even a single touch could make him flinch and cry out if it wasn’t for his prideful character. Of course, it wasn’t that bad, but it just made it more fun for Do Yoon to mess around with him.

Wanting nothing more than to bash the guy’s head open against a tree, Do Yoon sneered at him before turning to continue through the woods, holding Ji Won like his bride. Just as he was about to leave, someone had grabbed his arm.

“Where- hic, do you think you're going?”

Without a second of hesitation, Park dropped his phone and had turned back around. Malice clouded in his eyes; the last sting of patience snapped. 

Do Yoon doesn’t give second chances.