Insolent Mouth

"Thinking about it, what is your Twitter account? Give me a follow," said Minhyuk, staring at Mingyu with expectations.

Mingyu blinked his eye once and uttered, "Twitter?"

"Why are you acting as if you don't know what Twitter is?"

Staring at Mingyu's expressionless face, he added, "Really you don't know what that is? Which time period are you from? Even my mom knows about it, and I call her outdated."

Minhyuk sighed. Staring at the man with pity, he shook his head.

Yuri stared at her friend in ridicule before fixating her gaze on Mingyu and saying, "It's a social media app. Nothing too good. It's better to stay away it. If you use too much of it, you will become as brainless as Minhyuk here."

"Hey! Why do you speak as though you don't use it!?"

"Do you see me quarrelling everyday for hours just because I am bored? Exactly. Get a life," Yuri argued.

The argument between the two was cut short when the teacher entered the classroom. After shooting Yuri one last glare, Minhyuk faced forward.

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Standing in the dimly lit alleyway, Mingyu leaned against the wall. The smell of the cigarette lingered in the air. Laughter and shout filled the surroundings, making it lively.

Faint sound of music was carried out of the building.

Mingyu reached into his pocket to take out his phone and checked the time. It was almost nine at night. He pushed his tongue against the inner wall of his cheek.

Twitter.

He recalled about the social media application, and thinking how Yuri was on it prompted him to download it. Before entering the application, he read through the instructions and guidelines.

Although he was unfamiliar with registering accounts, the process felt simple, considering all the instructions given. Once he did, he fell into a dilemma on finding Yuri's account.

Upon inserting her name in the search box, many accounts with same name popped up, and he had a hard time locating Yuri's account.

A frown formed on his face.

Should he just text and ask Yuri?

He pushed back that idea.

After that, he searched for Mingyu's account, and when he found it, he clicked on the profile. The boy had a lot to tweet, and all of them were unnecessary informations.

He went through the people Mingyu interacted with, and his expression eased when he spotted what could potentially be Yuri's account.

He clicked on it.

With few hundreds of thousands of follower, Yuri was considered somewhat popular. She occasionally posted to keep everyone updated.

Mingyu's eyes fell on the post she made recently. He clicked on it to see that it was of the cake he brought her the other day.

"My heart fluttered," the text that was attached to it read.

This met with curious questions from the ones who saw the tweet, and Yuri gave no more information.

The look in Mingyu's eyes softened.

"Hey, new guy, the boss is calling you."

Hearing his name being addressed made Mingyu wear that mask of indifference as chilliness emanated from her. Although he was an underage student, being much younger than everyone here, all of felt at edge around him.

Although Mingyu preferred to go through the account more, he had no choice other than to put away the phone. He walked into the building, following the burly ruffian.

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When Mingyu entered the room, there were two men already present, sitting relaxedly and enjoying their drinks. One of them was Joonyoung, the man he currently worked under.

As for the other man, he scrutinized Mingyu from head to toe. This made Mingyu's muscle tense, and he had the impulse to be violent due to the disrespect.

But he held in his emotions.

The man was startled by those steely blue eyes. They resembled one of a ferocious beast, wanting to tear off the prey into pieces by its sharp fangs, but what made them more daunting was the restraint and calculations behind it.

The man said, "This boy, doesn't he look too delicate? Those arms will get snapped easily. Somewhat gloomy, but that pretty face— with a little grooming, would bring in great profit. He should do better in selling his body in other ways."

The glint that crossed through his eyes made blood boil as it travelled through Mingyu's vein. He wanted to crush that insolent mouth and cut off that tongue.