𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

EIGHTEEN [M]

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It's been pretty quiet since the hospital incident, with the exception of planing my new restaurant. Sometimes I would wonder if she would ever confess her feelings, and other times I would wonder how long I should stay in her life.

As I looked around the empty but grand layout of the restaurant to be, I felt a small warmth of gratitude that I had this opportunity to own an upscale restaurant in an expensive part of Seoul, all thanks to one person.

The air smelled of fresh paint, the floor was covered with sheer white plastic, and the walls shimmer in the evening sun, filtering through the windows. It was quite, in a peaceful way, if I didn't think about all the noxious fumes I was inhaling.

The click of the door startled me. Who could that be? Lisa wasn't coming by and Jisoo and Rosé are busy.

I recognized the sandy dark hair and deep brown eyes almost immediately. One of my coworkers, or should I say former coworker.

"Um, hi," He waved awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck."Hello, May I help you?" I asked.

"I finally found you," he swiped imaginary sweat off his forehead, "You suddenly disappeared from the company, and I told myself I would tell you this before either one of us left," he started.

"Okay..."

"Listen," he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest, im startled "you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I wanted to tell you I had feelings for you for so long, but I was scared to get rejected. Would you go out with me? On a date?" He hopefully asked,

His cheeks burned red, and I could feel his heart pounding. My mind was so foggy. How could I not have noticed? Why didn't he tell me sooner? What was it with them keeping their feelings to themselves? Couldn't they just say them out loud?!

Okay... so that might be about someone else. I couldn't get Lisa's face out of my mind. Could I really go on a date with him and give up on Lisa? Just one date wouldn't hurt, right?.

Lisa probably wouldn't even care."I-"

"Get your fucking hands off her. Now."

Oh no.

Our heads snapped to a fuming Lisa. She stomped over and pushed the man who previously had his arms around me off and grabbed my upper arm and started dragging me out of the building.

"Wait! Lisa!" I shouted, tripping over my own feet.

She proceeded with her angry pace, gripping my forearm a little too tightly. She opened her back car door with a little too much force and shoved me inside. I flinched as I heard the door slam closed.

She roughly grabbed my waist and pulled me up, keeping me at her side. She took out her phone and angrily barked out orders to her men to lock up the restaurant and cancel a meeting for tonight.

Once she was done, I moved my eyes up toward her face, "Lisa,"

"Don't say anything," She growled,

Her tone shut me right up. I felt guilty even though I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like she wants me.

"Move."

The ride was awkward. She sat there with her death grip on my hip, anger and fury swirling in her eyes. I sat there worrying about what she was going to do to me. Even though in the back of my mind I was hoping she would share her feelings, I was still scared of what she could do to me. She is the mafia king. She could do anything.