#1 TOXIC SERIES
It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly.
Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South...
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A neon green monstrosity curved in front of my car to a theatrical stop. The owner got out and jammed the door shut, but the soft close of the car wasn't giving him the satisfaction he was yearning for. Hwang walked around the hood of his Urus with long strides and faced me. I leaned against my car, still in a conversation with Chan next to me, not granting him my full attention.
"You motherfucker!" With a thud, the back of my head hit the car window. His hand was wrapped around my throat, his thumb digging deeper under my jaw. "Let's hit that smugness right off your face!" Short nails carved into my skin as he slammed me a second time against my car. Finally, my lazy gaze flicked to his enraged one, then at his raised right fist; ready to plow.
"Back off, Hwang." The thick forearm of Chan hooked around Hwang's throat, dragging him away from me. Air filled back into my lungs, triggering a soft wheeze escaping my throat. I covered my neck with my hand and rubbed it mindlessly when I held my gaze on the blond who was ready to explode. He jabbed his elbow in Chan's stomach, but my friend was far from impressed-still, he let go.
"You're Bang the bodyguard for real now? Or Bang the babysitter, you choose." Hwang took a calculated step back, away from the poor position he was standing in-between Chan and me. His rage was settled on Chan for a second. So I observed Hwang. Liquid dripped from the blond strands that clung to his face. That sleek hairdo he had when he went into the club was long gone. His natural wavy hair peeked through the mess that was on his head right now. His nose had a pink hue, his lips were a little grey. The January night pestered his wet frame, but the alcohol and anger were keeping him warm at the moment, or at least unbothered.
"What the fuck do you want, Hwang?" Chan asked. His biceps bulged when he folded his arms. I knew my friend too well that he was annoyed as fuck with the dramatic little scene Hwang was holding. I hadn't told him about my pathetic act, but I think Chan got the picture when he saw the angry drowned rat attacking me.
"Well if you stop intervening, you'll see what the fuck I want." Hwang had his threatening glare back on me, fists trembling on his sides. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, drawing blood, and his eyes narrowed. For a second, he glanced away from me, not sure where he was looking at. My brain always tried to understand Hwang's motives, so I would be one step ahead or the preferable ten. "-Let's fight."
I rolled my eyes, breaking the stony front I held up almost 24/7. I was in no mood for Hwang's antics. Don't get me wrong, I loved rebuilding his face with my bare knuckles. Red was my favorite color on him. Hmm, maybe that was why his fishnet shirt looked so good on him.
A devilish smirk blossomed on my lips as I pushed off from my car and sauntered towards the guy that pushed my buttons most of my life now. "A fight? Not embarrassed enough as it is? You look like a nasty dot of hair that got stuck in the shower drain." Anger flashed through Hwang's eyes at my choice of wording. The muscles in his jaws tensed, and his dark gaze locked on mine. "I can knock you out on this curb behind Han's club if you want. The tabloids will feast on it. Did the Heir of Hwang Group do drugs?" My finger traced his shoulder as I encircled him teasingly, taunting him. "Is he evolved with a gang? Met the wrong people? The stock would definitely plunge." I ended up back in front of him, and my smirk grew wider and inched closer to him. "So take your best shot, 'cause now you can."
