It isn’t always that he gets like this after games, but it’s still possible.

Hyuk plays dirty in the league, driven by his emotions, so he can feel his adrenaline boil in the aftermath too.

You follow him to the back of the venue as he aggressively takes off his helmet before sitting down a bench, his head hanging low. You heard him tut loudly.

“Fuck. That pissed me off…” Hyuk grumbles. You’re unsure of what’s the reason this time, but you’ve never failed in talking him through it. Ever.