บท 1030: Keeping Composure

June's face showed fury as he stared at Tyler King's retreating figure. It was moments like this where his past self resurfaced. Tyler's face didn't look like a human's anymore, but a mere target. 

His eyes were dark, and his jaw was set in a way that could only be described as murderous. 

Casper, standing closest to him, saw it first—the rigid tension in June's shoulders and the way his fingers twitched, ready to curl into fists.

"Oh no," Ren muttered, catching sight of June's expression. "He's about to lose it."

Jisung, sensing the storm, moved quickly, grabbing June by the elbow and pulling him back. "Not here, June," he chuckled nervously, trying to keep his voice calm despite the panic bubbling up inside him. "We can't make a scene."

"Let me go!" June harshly whispered. He tried to wrench himself free, but Ren and Jaeyong were on him in an instant, each gripping one of his arms.