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CHANCE

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CHANCE

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏









    IT WAS ALREADY LATE EVENING BY
the time (Y/n) got off work, now leaning against the wall of the subway station as she waited for her train. Because of the mess that was made because of the thugs, her manager made her stay overtime cleaning it up while also harking at her about what it meant to be responsible and yada, yada, yada.

    What really irked her was that he had cut the damages out of her pay.

    So now she was even more pissed.

    Taking a slow drag of her cigarette, she vowed to herself that if she ever saw those thugs again, she would make sure that they were permanently beaten down. Flinching when her phone buzzed in her pocket, she placed her cigarette back in between her lips and pulled out the device, letting out a sigh when seeing who had texted her.

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— 𝟔:𝟓𝟗 𝐩.𝐦. —

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝): you better have my money, (y/n)
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝): if you don't, I'll send over my men to beat it out of you, so don't try to fight, because there will be more than you could handle.

𝐦𝐞: I only have 100 million
𝐦𝐞: give me two more weeks and I'll secure the rest

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝): 200 million in two weeks!?
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝): it's literally taken you a month for just this 100 million you say you have!

𝐦𝐞: just give me the two damn weeks

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝): fine
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝): but if you don't have my money, I will kill you
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝): make no mistake of that

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Fucking Jong-Su Namgung!

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