"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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Play the song with the mature scenes. That's your warning for this chapter ;)
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Her own breathing was all she could hear. Every part of Y/n went on pause while her thoughts catch up, staring blankly at the two that talked like they were old best friend. She was sure this was not a dream since it hurt when she pinched herself.
'I'll be back.' was his last words yesterday. And now here he was in the middle of the pantry, calling himself a chairman when he just admitted to be an assassin. Her body had yet to recover as the memories of last night flashed over her like an old film.
The very hand that was holding a cup of coffee was fingering her just hours ago. She could feel a throb between her legs as it was very hard to stand properly. The coffee was about to slip when Hikari took it from her, fail to notice Y/n's shocked expression.
"This is mine right? Did you ask for an extra whipping cream?" She examined the cup and opened the lid.
Y/n breathed a sigh of relief when she realised she was going to be fine. They were not alone. Hikari was here with them. Nothing will happen as long as she's here.
"Yes, I did and the employee asked me if you're okay or not." She snickered at her.
Hikari scoffed. "Why is that? This is what I usually order." She sipped her drink lightly. "You wanna try?"
Y/n shook her head, didn't want to get a stomachache.
"By the way, this mister here was helping me to finish the apples. Look!" She exclaimed while pointed at the tall towers of apple roses beside Hanma.
He immediately waved at her when he noticed her looking at him instead of the trays, which made her looked away. He cleaned up nice.
His light olive-brown eyes standout in that sober navy-blue suit. He didn't wore a blazer in the inside and his tie was missing, few buttons of his white shirt were undone on top, revealing his fair skin that was glowing under the light. He wore black leather gloves on his hand, probably to hid his tattoo and a silver watch on his right hand.
"Don't mind if I eat a few, right?" He was still eating the leftover, not that he need an approval to do what he wants.
"No, of course not, Mr. Chairman." Y/n blurted out.
He waved his hand. "Oh, please drop that. I sound old. Hanma is fine." He put his hand inside his pocket, slightly pushing the jacket behind.
"Yes, Hanma." Y/n bowed at him to greet him formally. This was only an act in front of Hikari. If she's not here, Y/n would've jabbed a finger in his chest just like he did when he entered her house.
Hikari gasped, hands covering her mouth. "God, look at my manager. She's so polite." She teased, making Y/n rolled her eyes in her close lids.
"You're right. She's so well-mannered. Makes me wonder if she ever break the rules." Hanma laughed with a double-meaning way.
