Short out....(story without word bride style and Yn making pancakes 🥞)
You've read many stories about the CEO and the innocent girl, the mafia boss and the poor girl, the cold husband and the caring wife, right? But what if, for once, the dynamic i...
"What do you think then, huh?" Y/N presses, her gaze unwavering.
Mr. Oh sighs heavily, resigning himself to the inevitable. "As you wish, black lady," Mr. Oh concedes, his voice barely a whisper.
Y/N nods in approval and begins to rise from her chair.
"Would you mind grabbing a drink with me?" Mr. Oh blurts out, desperate to regain some semblance of control.
"This miser offering a drink?" Y/N thinks to herself, puzzled.
"Would you mind to-" Mr. Oh tries to sound convincing.
"Okay, but after a while," Y/N cuts him off. She turns and leaves the room.
As Y/N exits, Mr. Oh slumps back in his chair, drenched in sweat. Once she's gone, a young man, around the same age as Y/N, emerges from an adjoining room. He walks up behind Mr. Oh and places his hands on his shoulders.
"So, you can't even handle this minute thing," the young man says, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Sorry, sir, b-but I-" Mr. Oh stammers. The young man tightens his grip on Mr. Oh's shoulders, silencing him.
"Sorry? Huh, are you serious?" the young man chuckles darkly.
The young man releases Mr. Oh with a jerk and takes Y/N's former seat. Slamming his fist on the table, he shouts, but the noise of the club outside drowns out his rage.
"You know what? I can't be her because she's way too better than me!" the young man exclaims. Mr. Oh flinches.
"So, it would be better to replace her with me," the young man declares, his eyes glinting with ambition.
Mr. Oh looks at him in confusion.
"Aish, you're too dumb to understand. Just do what I say, and it will be profitable for you as well," the young man says, pulling out a small pack of drugs.
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Mr. Oh's eyes widen in shock. He knows that the young man intends to drug Y/N, but since she had already refused to drink with him, it's now Mr. Oh's job to ensure she gets the drug.
"B-but how can I-what if she suspects me?" Mr. Oh stammers.
"Then she will kill you, right?" the young man smirks.
Mr. Oh nods, fear evident in his eyes.
"Oh, come on. If you don't listen to me, you'll get killed by me," the young man says with a menacing smile, leaving no room for argument.
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