Hannam the hill
(Hannam the hill is the most expensive apartment complex in most exclusive neighborhood of Seoul, South Korea. The superstar boyband BTS are reportedly living there.)
A tall, well-built man parked his car in his private parking lot and took his private elevator to his penthouse.
He unlocked his door and went straight into his laundry room. He peeled off his bloodstained clothes. Fortunately, not even one drop of blood was his. He went to bedroom to take a shower.
And there on his bed, someone was sleeping. She looked ethereal with sunrays falling on her oval face.
He went and sat beside her, enjoying her view. She wore his shirt and looked delicious in it. He smiled and ran his hand on her breasts. Her nipples hardened. He loved the way she responded to him even in her sleep or it might be because of....cold.
"Wake up, princess. It's almost 7 in the morning." he said.
She pouted and turned to another side.
He knew that she was sleep deprived. She hacked into his rivals company's high-tech security system yesterday. It was a tough job and no one in Korea could have done in better. Some idiot in his company sold the company's blueprint of the next generation sports car for the rival company, Tamtung.
He went almost ballistic when he received this news and wanted blood for revenge. But she suggested a plan so fucking awesome that...well he had no words for it.
She hacked their system and retrieved their blueprint of sportscar along with their rivals blueprints of other forty-eight of their projects. And now, those forty-eight beauties will be sold in the blackmarket where they will remade and sold before Tamtung could even release them.
He smiled once more and then got up.
For he suddenly knew how to wake her up.
Today was the fansigning event of her favorite celebrity, Gong Yoo. If she is late for it, she is surely going to blame herself for sleeping.
He took out the pans in the kitchen and started preparing her favorite white sauce pasta.
After a few minutes, the sleeping beauty woke up and came into the kitchen, yawning.
Her hair was a mess but still she looked adorable.
She wrapped her tiny hands around his waist, hugging him from back.
"Morning.."
"Morning, princess."
"Why do you smell like rust and salt?"
"It's blood, honey."
"Ohh...that fucker is taken care of?"
"Mmm.."
"Good...he made me lose my beauty sleep yesterday. Iam going to eat and sleep all day."
"But...Gong yoo..?"
"Omg, omg... I totally forgot. I am gonna get ready. Gong yoo oppa, I am coming."
He smiled at her excitement and continued cooking. She was his soulmate, the only person who understood him completely. He would do anything for her. In this world of chaos, she was his only refuge.
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