Dating the Mafia Boss | k.th

Prologue

With your vision still nowhere near clear, you hear constant ringing coming from your left ear as you stumble across the floor, trying to regain the strength to pull yourself up. You blinked in a daze and asked yourself: "How long was I unconscious for?"

The blasting and most definitely deafening sounds of bullets tearing from one body to another as you make yet another desperate attempt to escape, stepping on one cold body to another.

You stop on your tracks to make sense of what was happening, you noticed there were tens of bodies lying stiff on the floor; with the pool of their bloods completely dried out— but to your surprise, some seemed to have died relatively fresh and rigor mortis hasn't set on their lifeless bodies.

You scanned the place for a brief moment as you held your breath, trying to hear the place out for any unusual movement, to indicate what happened, what went wrong and how the fu*k you got there. As you were about to give up and continue on with your escape, you hear two sets of footsteps coming closer and closer. Suddenly you were petrified in your position as your mind and heart was racing with all the thoughts.

You woke up yet again from your trance and reality snapped you back to your senses as you hear a voice so familiar it made you want to run to whoever this person was— until you heard the two men arguing before silence took over the empty floor after another gunshot erupted.

After what seemed like an attack of amnesia, it suddenly clicked in your head what happened. And instead of securing your own safety, you ran ballistically searching every corner of every room to find him. Him who once made your life miserable; which is also the same person to have caught your heart. Korea's most wanted criminal— The Mafia Boss of Seoul, Kim Taehyung.

You kept running from hall to hall sacrificing your safety and risking yourself of getting caught— when all of a sudden, you were startled by a figure standing at the end of the hall you were in. He was about 30 feet away from you so you couldn't make out the features of his face.

You walked ever so slowly, until the person at the end of that hall was recognizable. As you stepped closer and closer to this person, you noticed that their body was covered in blood from head to toe; the former white tuxedo they were once wearing, now covered for what seemed like their own blood. Then, before you know it, you lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

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