#literally you're just minding your own business and then this f*cker made it his own....

[ofgentleresolve]

kinged him~ ( ;D )

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   Right now, Hyuk truly could care less about the lack of formal tone in the other’s words. Whilst others would probably try to set boundaries, Hyuk is more bothered about hands pressing onto his body to be sent steps back. The detective responds out of instinct, lifting his hands and making them land on the other’s wrist as to toss limbs away from him. There’s the sudden urge to do the same thing this stranger did, yet he refrains with a tightened jaw. If he gets into a physical fight right now, there’s probably no way he’ll be able to gain access to this coffee shop unless he has some sort of warrant — which he doesn’t have at the moment and is very difficult to get when not being part of the official law enforcement anymore. 

    He takes a deep breath; straightens his back and places palms on his hips. Eyes narrow for a moment, staring at the other when he speaks. It sounds like a bad excuse made on the spot, if you ask him. Hyuk looks over stranger’s shoulder, then back at him. 

  “And the whole place is closed over a single machine you can unplug so the smoke ceases? And if there’s smoke, then where is it? I don’t see or smell it.” 

   He’d know how smoke looks and smells like, wouldn’t he? Some of his most unsettling experiences are tied to fire, after all.  

   “Shouldn’t you also empty the place if there’s a problem like that, for safety? I can see people inside.” 

    Not that he could see the faces, or how they looked like, exactly — he could only pinpoint faded silhouettes behind the glass. 

    “So, based on that, I don’t believe you. I’m not—” 

    He frowns at the random suggestions he keeps sending his way.

     “Yah! What’s with you, huh? Are you high?! Do you work here? I could arrest you for operating under the influence and for battery.” 

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“It’ll show up. I’d give it about…” He looks behind him again. “A minute or two? Yeah, maybe like 1.5 minutes- you’ll get your SMOKE then.”

So perhaps he shouldn’t be so lackadaisical in this moment, considering that if the King does get inside, there will be…well, Alfred doesn’t actually know what would happen, but it will probably come at the price of property damage. Property damage that he’ll have to pay in full out of pocket. Inconvenient and not to mention expensive too.

But more importantly, he smirks in spite of the former detective’s wrath and wipes off the metaphorical dust from the King’s suit. “And with what authority, sir?” The address is said almost mockingly. “Unless I see a badge on you, you’ve got no chance of getting in.” Not that he’d let anyone from the Gangnam Police Station in anyways. Or at least to the back of the house. That’s where the King is looking to enter, probably. 

The important part, however, is that the King is pissed and if he’s yelling, then Myungdae’s bound to get the hint. At this point, it’s a matter of riling up the bull to the point of no return and truly, there’s nothing Alfred is better at than pissing people off.

“I’m not high, but it looks like you might need it more.” Granted, they’d have to be in another country to do weed- it’s times like that, however, when Alfred misses good ol’ New York City. Maybe he should take a vacation there when this is all over- he’ll drag Nell and Myungdae with him too. “You should try it some time, none of the hard stuff, but a good blunt of weed- it’d do wonders for your nervous system." He sounds almost nostalgic at this made up scenario. “But since you’re asking for smoke right now, it’ll be here in three, two, one…”

KA-BOOM.

And with that, as the smoke leaks through the window, the Rook lifts his arm, finally letting the King through the entrance.