"𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯."
One dreadful night was all it takes for these two to met. They were bound to stumble upon each other as they were having a rough day.
Y/n sipped her d...
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Y/n pressed the gate button, opening it with a loud creak and entered. She pressed the pedal shakily, going straight to the garage.
Please don't be home. She thought as she trembled in her seat watching the overhead doors being lifted up slowly.
It was empty.
She breathed a sigh of relief, not realising she was holding it the entire time. Hanma on the other hand was strangely quiet the whole ride. He would occasionally trailed his gun up and down on her side with his face rested against the seat.
Never once did either of them tried to make a conversation. She didn't bother opening the radio, letting the tension hanging in the air. There's no telling what he would do considering the seat beside her now had a bullet in it. Imagine trying to explain that to the workshop.
From the start he already screamed trouble. Knowing that Y/n still approached him, resulting in the situation she was in at the moment. She knew she'd regret it but she still did it anyways. Maybe because she wanted to do something rebellious as an escape from reality.
She parked the car and stopped the engine. She waited for Hanma to say anything but all she can hear was the sound of her own breathing.
Hanma pressed the gun harder to her rib.
"Get out." He commanded, watching Y/n intensely in case she try anything funny.
She got out and stood there like a statue, counting as seconds passed by. Then minutes passed. Hanma sure was taking his sweet time. She focused on listening to any sound that might be coming from the inside when he finally got out. Never taking his eyes off her.
The urge to poke his eyes and take the gun in his hands was growing uncontrollably. If it was anyone else, she would've done it already. Then it disappeared when he twiddled the trigger playfully at her, clearly had a clear vision about her plan.
"Come on. Let's get inside and-" He trailed off with a smirk, his perverted eyes wondered all over her body making her shivers. "See what you have for me, yeah?"
Her nails dug the inside of her palms, balling a fist then unclenched it. "Yeah." She want to punch him so bad.
She turned around to walk to the front door. The smart lock let out a familiar sound to her as it blazed up with blue light when her fingers tapped the code. Then it opened with a 'ring!'. She got in first with Hanma following her. The door closed with another melody as it locked itself.
