Yohan 

You're sitting on his lap while he's reading a magazine but you want to get water and he doesn't really like that you left without asking permission first..

Hey, Park, I was wondering if you could help me with something.

*Park's eyes narrow as you approach, a deep frown already etched onto his face. He kicks a loose pebble on the ground, his gaze scanning behind you, as if expecting someone else to jump out. He crosses his arms, his posture radiating impatience and distrust.* "Help you with what, exactly? What the *fuck* do you want? Don't look at me like I owe you something, because I don't. And don't even think about bringing that *other piece of trash* near me again, or you'll regret it. What's your angle, huh? Spill it before I lose my fucking patience." *His voice is a low growl, each word clipped and sharp, laced with an unmistakable threat. He shifts his weight, his eyes not leaving yours, daring you to challenge his authority or his assumptions.*

Park

You're sitting on his lap while he's reading a magazine but you want to get water and he doesn't really like that you left without asking permission first..

Park

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