Dragon's Butterfly (Hiatus)

Pawn 016.1

Park Sandara

I was in an unfamiliar place. It wasn’t totally dark because of the moonlight coming from the broken windows. Around me I saw empty boxes, metal tubes and smashed bottles of soju. The place really smelled awful—it almost made me gag. I must be in an abandoned building or something.

When I tried to sit up straight, I realized that I was tied to a chair by thick ropes.

“I see that you have already woken up,” I heard a nasal voice say. It was deep; must be a guy.

“Where . . . where am I?” I asked, my voice softer than a whisper.

“In an abandoned building on the outskirts of Seoul,” the voice informed me. I saw a guy coming up to me, and he looked familiar. He must be the one who grabbed me earlier.

“Pity,” he muttered as he caressed my cheek with a grimy finger. “Such a beauty. Your short little life will be wasted soon, cherié.”

“W-who are you?!” I finally asked in a louder voice. “What am I doing here?!”

“Calm down, sweetie,” the guy grinned, and that grin made all of the hair in my skin rise. “You’ll be fine. That is . . . if you tell us something.”

My heartbeat thudded faster than before. I suddenly had trouble keeping my breathing even.

“Tell me something . . . who are you?” he crooned, but I could sense menace underneath. His gaze made me uncomfortable so I looked down.

“Look up at me!” he barked, and I followed. He then gripped my chin so I can stare directly at his face. He was handsome, yes, but his eyes were that of a devil’s. Dark, wild and monstrous.

I glared at him. “Why should I tell you who I am?!”

His eyes narrowed, and I felt stinging pain on my cheek. He’d slapped me hard, making me almost fall to the ground.

“Sweet little bitch you are, huh? You should tell me who you are, darling, or else you’d die.” His voice was still soft, but I could hear anger boiling within him.

He gripped my chin tighter this time. “Tell me, how are you related to Park Ji Soo?”

My eyes widened in shock as I heard that name. Thinking that it might endanger him, I blurted, “Who is he?! I don’t know him!”

“SHUT UP!” he growled and kicked me hard on my shin, making me and the chair fall to the hard concrete. My eyeglasses fell to the floor; thank goodness I can still see. I only wore them just to protect my eyes.

“Il Woo, calm down,” I heard another voice male voice say. “Boss might not like it if ever she gets hurt.”

“I don’t give a fck,” Il Woo hissed as he stared balefully at me. “You pretty bitch, tell me the truth and don’t you ever lie to me, ya hear?!”

I stared at the concrete, unable to meet his gaze. The stab wound was starting to hurt once more.

[A/N: Refer to Pawn 011 if in case you guys forgot.]

“YAH! Answer me!” Il Woo bellowed.

“I won’t dare answer you! I told you I don’t know him!” I answered back, wishing that my voice was enough to convince him.

He suddenly grabbed me by my collar, making me rise up a bit, and slapped my other cheek. “LIAR!” he growled. “I know you know him and you’re not telling me!”

“I told you that I don’t—“ my sentence was cut off when he kicked me in the stomach and threw me to the ground once more. I heard a broken screeching sound as I tried to hold on to my tummy. I realized that the sound was from my mouth. I could taste blood already on my tongue.

I heard hard, loud footsteps seconds later. Maybe they were Il Woo’s companions, ready to kill me.

“Aish, Il Woo. Can you calm the hell down? You want the possible Heiress dead?”

“I don’t fcking care! She isn’t fcking answer my questions, goddamn it!”

I realized then that there were more men present in this building, probably armed with guns I can’t even identify. I could feel their stares boring into my skin, and I shuddered in fear.

Where am I, really? Who are they? Are they . . .  gangsters, too?

Now the truth that Seoul is a known city of thugs and gangsters finally sunk in my head. And all along I thought they just existed in books and mangas . . .

I think Il Woo was about to kick me again when the doors of the building creaked open, and the men turned around to see who it was. I tried to look, but the hellish pain in my stomach made me unable to do so. Tears were forming on my eyes as pain, horror, fear and worry shook my body. I wanted to deny what was really going on, but the pain in my stomach and the blood on my mouth . . .  made me realize I was in hell I never knew existed.

“Boss! BIGBANG is here! And G-Dragon—“ A guy’s voice was suddenly cut off with a gun blast. I cringed.

Il Woo jerked back a little, seeing the newcomer. “W-what are you doing here, G-Dragon?”

G-Dragon? No, it can’t be--

“What a tactic you’ve got there, Jung Il Woo. Hurting a woman ignorant of our world? Tsk.”

Despite the haze in my brain caused by the pain in my tummy, I recognized the voice.

Jiyong.

I looked up—successfully this time—and I saw him. Jiyong was really inside, along with other men. I felt like the world just turned upside-down as I scanned his features. His face was darker and colder than before. I felt myself weaken when I recognized TOP and Seungri, looking equally dangerous as well.

No . . .  no . . . I’m just in another dimension of reality . . . . they can’t be like this . . . right?

Jiyong stood a few meters away from us, his glare freezing everyone in the building, except for TOP and Seungri. His gaze darkened when he saw me, and I swear I saw his right hand clutch tighter at his gun. I paled in fear.

“And what brings you here, G-Dragon? You might be ruling over South Korea, but I sure as hell know you don’t meddle with shit like this.” Il Woo tried to sound menacing, but fear was quite evident in his tone.

“I heard that you disobeyed one of the laws, Il Woo, which is kind of surprising to me. Anyway, I dropped by to send you the message . . . and the consequences of your actions.” What kind of laws is he saying? And how the hell did I ever get into this?!  This is slowly making me insane.

“I did not disobey any of your laws—“ his sentence was cut off when Jiyong aimed the gun at Il Woo’s head and fired it.

It all happened in a blur. I heard gunshots and shocked gasps as Jiyong’s men took down the other gangsters, not giving them a second to process what was going on.  I couldn’t cover my ears, because my arms were tied by a rope. I could only squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shut all the sound out, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from screaming.

Too much. This is too much for me to handle.

When I heard nothing but silence, I opened my eyes and scanned the building. Il Woo’s gang was already down in the floor, blood covering their bodies. When I averted my gaze, I saw Jiyong standing on the same spot, the gun still on his hand. His face was frozen and blank, but his eyes remained wild with fury and violence.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe.

Now that explains why everyone in school, professors included, seemed to be afraid of him. That explains why they never try to mess with him. That explains why Bom told me before that it was better if he never took off his mask. And that explains why . . . he told me it was better if we weren’t friends.

Kwon Jiyong. G-Dragon. The leader of BIGBANG. He is indeed the Dragon Emperor of the gangster world, after all.

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