𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
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A beautiful woman owner of the flower shop, and has healthy rich family she is, what will happen when a criminal organization " Bonten " wanted her all to themselves.
WARNING: violence, blood, language, self-ha...
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Y/n walk down stairs as she have a weird dream, "why does feels so real" she sigh as she grab the pour the water down in the glass and drink it.
she look at the calendar and spit out "Oh no! I forgot i have to go to the thailand to visit my parents today!? and I didn't even pack yet!" she quickly walk upstairs towards her bedroom and grab her bag and put it on the bed
• Time skip •
Y/n sigh as she finished putting her all belongs on her bag, she grab her clothes and she started to wear it.
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she grab her belongings and her bags and look around her bedroom, "I'll see you soon my bedroom" she pat the wall and walk out and grab the keys who's hanging on the wall
she open the door and close it behind her she lock the door and put the keys inside her pocket she took a deep breath and look around for taxi
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Mikey look at the paper in front of him he was having a deep thought, and then his mind went you.
'I should better check on her if she's ok' he thought and grab his phone and started to denial Y/n number,
"Hey this is Y/n! sorry I didn't call back please leave a message!"
Mikey narrow his eyebrow and he look at his phone 'weird y/n-chin always pick up the call' he stand up as he walk out his office and headed to the living room where the guys sitting there all boredom.
kakucho notice mikey walk down stairs with suspicious face, he furrow his eyebrow "mikey something wrong?" the others look at his direction and mikey held up his phone and show Y/n number.
