卍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀「R18 - English」 (KokoxReader)
A twenty-four-year-old woman named l/n y/n fell into the trap of one of Japan's worst organization executives namely, Kokonoi...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ― 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵
author's point of view
"Koko? Mikey is looking for you."
Koko's little eyebrows got up. He was busy reading bank and account statements, then some business proposals with ten to fifteen pages that needed his signature. Mikey's sudden asking for his presence wasn't a big deal to him, but it was only one o'clock in the afternoon, and Mikey's usual time of calling him was around nine to eleven in the evening, and to think of it, sometimes mus be off.
He nodded, removed his reading glasses, and got up from his seat. When he got out of his private room, on the right side, there was Sanzu, leaning on the wall while puffing organic cigarettes. Koko only shakes his head at what he saw; nothing's still changed on him. Still, the guy is addicted to weeds and drugs.
"The white bird of the first flock will always be saved, no matter how far and distant the flock from each other.", Sanzu snapped out of the blue philosophically.
"Fuck off." He replied in a hostile manner and started walking away from Sanzu, but he could hear his maniac and absurd laugh as he walked away. He could feel a drastic difference in him; he acted oddly this time. Koko knew Sanzu from his aggressive behavior and talking meticulously and abstractly of reasoning.
The atmosphere on today's day was going weird and strange, and at that moment, he looked at his phone. It wasn't Friday the 13th today. There must be something that happened dramatically wrong, affecting everybody's attitude and behavior.
When he reached Mikey's room, he knocked three times before opening the door. The room's ambiance gave off strange and robust negative energy; he saw Mikey's back facing him while playfully throwing a kunai. He had already seen the room many times, then paintings filled with kunai and knives, disregarding the considerable amount spent on the images. Some of the curtains were destroyed, letting the sunlight peek from the windows, knowing Mikey hates being dazzled with too much sunlight; it hurts his eyes.
"Mikey."
As he utters his name, a fast whooshing sound approaches Koko on his side. In his peripheral vision, the kunai that Mikey threw was a few inches away from his face, and it made him go pale with his eyes wide open. The landing of kunai created a loud thud, forming a broad and deep weird energy all over the place.
His eyes were fixated on Mikey's calm but enraged facial expression as if what Mikey had done was on purpose. He doesn't know what's happening. Was he experiencing some mild mood swings? Or does someone from the crew hasn't given Mikey his dorayaki?
