The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 18

HANSEOK'S KISS MADE ME FEEL GOOD?!?!?

I shook off the feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

I can't like Hanseok, I have to kill him. I can't kill someone I love. And if I can't kill the man I love then I won't be able to return to my world.

This is bad, really, really bad.

I paced back and forth around my room for what felt like hours. Maybe, if I try something romantic with someone else, my mind might be taken off Hanseok, my heart no longer risking a beat for him.

Ding, ding. The front door rang, followed by the voice of Hanseo. "Hey y/n... I'm here." He called out to me. Right, Hanseo.

"I'm here." I replied so within a few seconds later, he reached mine and Hanseok's shared room.
I smiled at Hanseo to which he returned back. But then an absurd thought entered my head.

"Hanseo." I gulped before taking a deep breath, I signalled him to sit on the bed to which he did so.

"Is... is something wrong Y/n?" He questioned, a worried expression layed on his innocent face.

Innocence which I was probably about to destroy.

"Hanseo,"

"Hmm?" He replied.

"I want you to, I want you to kiss me." I spoke in a deep voice, so straightforwardly, I had never imagined myself so serious yet here I was. Extremely serious.

"What?" Hanseo laughed, thinking I was joking. Yet within the few seconds he was laughing and I wasn't, made him realise I actually meant it.

"Y-y/n, are you crazy? What if Hanseok-"

"He won't know, body guards are only outside and there's no cameras in this room."

Obviously I still did fear that the universe may be out to get me and Hanseok may find out. But I really didn't want to feel anything for that horrible man, I couldn't possibly let myself fall for him. Then I would also be a horrible person.

"Y/n, I can't you're Hanseok's wife." He stuttered trying to stand up but I pushed him down, and down and then I was practically straddling him.

"Why do you care so much about your brother, he always hurts you."

"Yeah but-"

"You liked me too, didn't you."
I spoke as I recalled the events that had taken place years before this entire game had started.

Hanseo liked Y/n way before Hanseok was to get married to her. Ofcourse Hanseok never knew, yet it was clearly obvious he wouldn't of annulled the engagement considering how his young brother loved his fiancé. He doesn't care much for his younger brother to let the girl he had such interest for to slip away.

"But that was in the past, I shouldn't have things I can never afford." He spoke as he looked up to my face. I was straddling him, a leg layed either side of him. I slowly locked my hand around his neck.

"Well then, consider this a debt." I spoke before locking my lips with him.

We moved our lips in sync and I allowed him to enter my mouth, yet I felt nothing for him. I tried rocking my hips against him, yet nothing. Hanseo only ever moaned to my cursed move, that was all.

Yet still, I felt nothing for Hanseo.

Out of frustration, I jumped off him.

"Hanseok might be back in a bit," I lied to which Hanseo nodded.

"I'll leave." He spoke completely knowing how I wanted him to leave. He then proceeded to bow at me before automatically leaving. When Hanseo was gone, I let out a cry of frustration.

Great, I might of just ruined the relationship with the only person that ever cared for me, just so I wouldn't love my husband.

I felt stupid. And lovesick.

...................

"Honey, I'm home!" Hanseok yelled which caused me to run to him for no reason whatsoever.

Besides Hanseok lay a bloody man. As I analysed the man, I realised he was the paparazzi guy.

"Honey come here," he held his hand out, it was drenched with blood. The blood of the paparazzi man.

I walked towards Hanseok before grasping his hand. The blood transferred to my hand, looking at it made me cringe. He deserved it though, I told myself. He hurt me and now he was hurt, I shouldn't feel any sympathy towards him.

Hanseok placed his bloody hands on my cheek as he brushed his thumb against them. "I think we should kill him." He smiled at me. I wiped the speckle of blood that lay on Hanseok's face.
"We should." I spoke, mesmerised with his beauty.

This is wrong, I shouldn't.

Hanseok smiled before leaning in an pecking my lips. Such little touch had such an impact on me, more that my makeout session with Hanseo ever could.

"I want you to kill him." he spoke, leaning in.

"Kill?" I stuttered in belief. I had never smacked someone before, never mind murder. Yet just looking at Hanseok's face wanted me to please him. I wanted him to be happy with me. "Okay I will." I spoke, almost in disbelief with myself.

I was going to be a criminal, a murder.

Hanseok opened my hand before placing a golf bat in them.

"Hit him, hit him as much as you want." He pestered.

I gulped before walking up to the man.

He looked up at me with desperate eyes. "Please, please save me, please don't do it." He cried grasping my leg, allowing his blood to trickle on it.

Hanseok rammed his shoe on the back of the victims head aggressively. It caused a cracking sound which I could tell was from his now broken nose. "How dare you touch my wife again with those filthy hands." He spat at him, causing butterflies to arise in my stomach. That's so adorable.

No, no, no. This is scary, this is bad.

With my heart saying yes and my brain saying no, I eventually whacked the golf bat against his head.

I hit him again and again. His muffled cries against the floorboards echoed around the quiet room.

"I'm sorry." He repeated throughout every hit I made. Which I forgave him, yet I just couldn't stop. My heart so wanted to please Hanseok.

I continued hitting every part of his body till his cried stopped.

Till I realised this poor man was now dead.

(Feeling a bit emotional in general icl)