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An hour and a half of resting wide awake on my bed, I paced towards the bathroom. Catching my reflection on the mirror, my skin looks a bit pale and my eyes stared tired. Well, considering all the stress that's being thrown at me all at once it's no wonder I'd look to haggard.
I pick up the toothbrush they gave me and squeezed out bead sizes of the tooth paste. I did a second round of brushing just because I felt like it. The sensation of clean teeth makes me more calm for whatever reason.
With a soft light blue towel, I pat the wet parts of my chin and hands before heading out. It doesn't look like I'm being strictly held in the room anymore. So maybe a little roaming around wouldn't hurt, right?
Quiet and chilly, but it was comfortable enough not be so cautious.
'Should I have left the bag under the bed? Or should I move it somewhere else?' Maybe not, if I move it to somewhere more hidden it may turn out suspicious of me.
Where do I even start here? The halls look endless and... scary.
"Finally tired of the room?" I face the corner that leads to the stairs and there stood Chan with his hands tucked in his pockets, the veins on his arms and the rolled up sleeves of his polo.
"You can say that." I fumble with the hem of my shirt, finding it hard to look at him. Is it the tight polo? or the intense look his giving me? I feel exposed.
"I'll give you a tour of the mansion another time, come with me to the kitchen."
On the way there, I can't help myself but stare at his back. Broad and firm... I bet he's a lady killer.
Cool, clean and open, the kitchen was a breath of fresh air. The glass doors and windows let the light shine in making the place a lot brighter and alive.
"Any requests? I'm confident enough that I can make a decent meal." He smiles and rests his hands on the island counter.
"I'm not picky, anything would do."
He stares at my awkward state, rubbing my arm and looking at the furniture and decorations.
"Well princess, if you could be more specific it be easier for the both of us."
I didn't take it to any attention, his pet names. But now that I heard it more clearly it sounds embarrassing. "Tteokbbokki would be the fastest to do."
His clap echoed through the place, "Alright, Tteokbbokki it is. Take a seat by the counter."
He turns around to the fridge and starts preparing for his dish. I move to the high stool by the counter and wait. The marble counter feels cold to touch.
"How's your hand?" his question makes me look at my hand.
"It's better after Seungmin cleaned it for me."
The sound of the thud of his knife as he sliced the green onions fills in the silence between us.
"So you're the Wolfgang. I encountered one of you way back when I was in Busan, exceedingly mysterious and swift."
"Busan? That must be our Hyungs. They used to be the strongest before those Maniacs appeared." He turns the stove on, the clicking of it makes me distracted. He pours in water in a pot to boil for the rice cakes. "Living up tot heir alias, they tortured and killed my Hyungs. The Wolfgang can never forget what they have done."
You'll be able to hear the revengeful tone of a faint growl and firmness. And so everyone has their purpose and goal in this life. Everyone has a duty and responsibility that they have to fulfill. It just so happens that some of us ended up in very dangerous situations and circumstances like this.
I don't want to be emotional but I've formed sympathy without much effort.
"Losing someone due to something so horrifying and awful, I know how it feels. But you probably already know that. You do, in fact, know me more than my mother you said."
A laugh that you'd see his chest move, it was surprising but relieving.
"You're right, I did say that." dimples and a grin as sweet as milk chocolate. "Best in Track and Field, went to China for Karate lessons with your Mother's friend, you gave a bunch of stray orphans all your money a few times and had to walk home, you hate being fooled and betrayed, you like straight forward people. You used to steal money from your father whenever he was asleep in his room, you would mess up his computer as well. Should I say more?"
I didn't even notice when he was done cooking, he placed the pan with perfectly delicious steaming Tteokbbokki, cheese melted on top.
"I'll say I'm convinced for the sake of not hearing anymore of what I used to do."
He shakes his head chuckling as his squinting eyes smiled a me. How is he the same Chan who threatened me not too long ago? He looks more of a flirty detective now than a flirty mafia boss.
"Eat as much as you want. I'll be right back." He places a plate and utensils for me to use in front of me before going outside of the sliding glass doors to make a phone call.
That belt around his waist is... intoxicating and toe curling.
"I think I'm turning insane." I run my hands through my hair and let out a heavy sigh.
Between eating and glancing at Chan from outside, I stopped when I saw Felix come down the stairs.
We made eye contact and he froze. He has switched his inner shirts with a black turtle neck one with the same coat, pants, boots and accessories.
What is he doing just standing there?
Slowly, like I wasn't there, he turned away to the living area but he's escape was ruined by Chan calling him.
"Felix, I need you to run a quick errand with Changbin." Chan walked towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Pick up YN's dress from the tailor in Gangnam and also the Designer Shoes that I told you about last time."
"Understood."
"What? Aren't there enough dresses in the Clothing room you guys have?"
"Yes, but this one is specially made for tonight. You'll see once its here." his fingers move in a clumsy manner playing with my hair. "You'll be our femme fatale."
My eyes trace back to Felix, he was looking back at me but not directly. He was watching Chan's fingers that touched my hair and my shoulders.
"We'll talk about the plan when you both come back." Chan digs on his pocket pulling out car keys to give to Felix. "Take my car so they assist you faster, tell them to put it on my tab."
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Useful to the Mafia
FanfictionDISCONTINUED Kidnapped by Chan and his gang, he wants something from you. But none of you expected that you'd need each other for a longer time. Couldn't fight the urge to fall in love with a mafia member. Lee Felix. But is that really all to it?
