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Hak-ju kicked in the door of the cafe, grabbed the back of Woong's neck while he was sitting, and twisted it. He then slammed into the floor, completely tearing his body into two parts. "To get nothing but hate from her girlfriend"

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The cafe's door exploded off its hinges, flying inwards with a splintering crash as Hakju barged in, his face a mask of fury. Woong, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, barely had time to register the danger before Hakju's meaty hand clamped down on the nape of his neck.

With a swift, violent twist, Hakju wrenched Woong's head to the side, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the younger man. The sound was abruptly cut off as Hakju's momentum carried them both to the ground, Woong's body bending unnaturally under the force of the impact.

The sound of tearing flesh and the snap of bones echoed through the cafe as Woong's body was brutally ripped in two, his torso separated from his lower half in a grotesque display of raw power. Blood sprayed across the floor, painting the white tiles crimson as Woong's internal organs spilled out onto the ground.

"Ung...!" Woong gasped, his eyes wide with shock and agony as he lay dying in a pool of his own blood. His hands feebly clawed at the slick floor, the light in his eyes rapidly fading as his life slipped away.

Hakju towered over the dying boy, his chest heaving with exertion as he glared down at him. "To get nothing but hate from her girlfriend, you worthless piece of shit," he spat, his voice filled with disgust. "You couldn't even please one fucking woman. What a goddamned disgrace."

Woong's lips moved weakly, attempting to form words in a desperate bid to defend himself, but all that escaped was a wet gurgle, his voice drowned out by the sound of his own blood pumping steadily from his mutilated body.

"Look at you, wallowing in your own filth," Hakju sneered, nudging Woong's lifeless lower half with his boot. "You're nothing. Less than nothing. A mistake. And now, you're nothing more than a fucking mess on the floor."

The cafe patrons, having witnessed the horrific display of violence, sat frozen in terror, their eyes fixed on the gruesome scene unfolding before them. Their screams were trapped in their throats, the silence that fell over the room broken only by the wet, bubbling sounds of Woong's final moments.

Hakju turned on his heel, leaving Woong's mangled corpse behind as he strode out of the cafe, the door swinging shut with a soft click behind him. The world outside continued on, blissfully unaware of the savagery that had just occurred, the only evidence a growing pool of blood on the cafe floor and the blank, staring eyes of the boy who lay within it.