Sixteen
Good Times
'Minseok, no.'
The hybrid only purred louder, hissing when Jongdae stepped closer.
'Mine,' he hissed, cuddling the struggling hen in his arms tightly. It beat its wings against his chest and clawed at him before giving up, resigned to its fate.
'It's not yours, baby---'
'This is my chicken,' Minseok hissed, fingers digging into the chicken's sides. It let out a loud squack, startling the hybrid into letting it go. Minseok frowned and chased it, screeching to a stop when it dropped down lifelessly mid-run.
'What...?' he mumbled, crouching and poking at it gingerly.
'Wake it up, Dae,' he pouted. 'I wanna cuddle it again.'
'You can't just cuddle chickens, Minnie,' Jongdae sighed.
'Why is it like this?'
'I think--- holy , I think you killed it,' the man gasped, pulling Minseok away. The guard standing nearby stifled a smile as Jongdae frantically looked around, arms tightening against Minseok's struggles.
Finally taking pity, the guard spoke up.
'It's all right, sir,' he started. 'This happens all the time - chickens get heart attacks while running around.'
'But it's because of us...' he guiltily said, gripping Minseok's tail and pressing down at its base to calm Minseok down.
'I'll say it was natural and we'll never have to bring this up again,' he laughed. 'It's all right, sir.'
'Thank you so much, oh, my God.'
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