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Bam!
Cheong Myeong sweats, feeling the gaze of Tang Bo's cold eyes on him. He was somehow cornered by the slightly shorter man he was drinking with just a few minutes ago, trapped by a strong arm pressed to the wall on the left of his head. He didn't know how he got into the compromising position, but his drunken mind didn't oppose the idea as much as his sober self told himself to.
Cheong Myeong squirms under the scrutinizing stare of Tang Bo's emerald eyes, getting more uncomfortable by the second. Logically, he could've easily overpowered him, already thinking of the multiple instances where he escaped Tang Bo's hold on him in mere seconds, but something stopped him.
He didn't know what it was, but something in those snake-like eyes held him in place, like the second he moved he would be in for a world of pain. A foreboding aura exudes from the intimidating man, making Cheong Myeong eager to escape his firm grasp.
Like a sixth sense, Tang Bo notices the distress on the Swordsman's face, causing him to snicker at the revelation.
"What's wrong, Hyung-nim? I don't bite."
Cheong Myeong looks at Tang Bo with doubt clearly showing in his eyes, making Tang Bo snicker as if he found the expression hilarious. It served to make Cheong Myeong both annoyed and terrified.
"Like hell you don't," Cheong Myeong retorted with a grin slowly spreading across his face, "besides, I could crush you right now if I wanted to."
Hearing the taunt, Tang Bo inches closer, leaving only a minute space between the two. The closed distance makes Cheong Myeong's heart flutter, hearing nothing but Tang Bo's heavy pants as his flushed face deepens into color as vibrant as the plum blossom on his uniform.
"Try it," the brunette whispered into Cheong Myeong's ear, giving the swordsman a tingling feeling rising in his spine. Seriously, what was he so scared for?
Cheong Myeong was speechless. Does this bastard dare to do this to his senior?! He seemed to get too cocky these days, he should beat some sense into him. The rush of confidence overtook Cheong Myeong who was lost in thought, but the feeling paled quickly to the primal fear he felt when he looked into Tang Bo's eyes, deep green eyes that peered into your soul, eyes that judged your very essence, eyes that could hold the cruelest of intentions or the fondest look adoration, and eyes that could make you freeze in terror if you stared for too long.
"Hyung-nim, why are you so quiet? Did I do something wrong?" Tang Bo whispered with a sadistic smile, messy light brown hair framed his face, giving him a deranged look. Tang Bo's voice snapped something inside Cheong Myeong, breaking his trance of fear. The disheveled state of Tang Bo made him realize that he was the one in control here, and so he reacted accordingly.
"ACK!-" Tang Bo cried out in pain as was kneed in the stomach by none other than Cheong Myeong, the pain was so bad that Tang Bo rolled on the floor, holding back colorful curses on the tip of his tongue just to avoid getting hit by the angered Taoist.
"Bastard, next time you try that again I won't be letting you off with just a knee to the stomach," Cheong Myeong declared as he walked off to the exit, "stupid Tang bo..." he thought as he covered his blushing face with his hand, "has he gone insane..."
Hearing the latter end of Cheong Myeong's complaints, Tang Bo couldn't help but laugh seeing the Plum Blossom Sword Saint so flustered, it would never be an old sight for him. Already recovering from the hit that could knock out even the strongest elders in the ten great sects, Tang Bo quickly followed suit, closing the door behind him.
"Hyung-nim! Wait for me!"