⤷"ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ"
never would cho y/n have imagined herself to be involved in some mafia business. her life changed from one moment to another.
sometimes the will to help can put you in quite a bad situation.
-ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ
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hwang...
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A few hours had passed since han did his weird inspection of the tracker. from one moment to another, i could feel his mood change. from a bit confused to near panic. what was it that was going on in his head?
i could feel the way the air in their hideout thickening. it was disturbing. having no idea what was going on in this world, that was agonizing.
i touched the device on my ankle. just what was up with this thing?
"y/n." the door to the room opened, revealing no one other than hyunjin. he gazed at me with a bored expression, as if he wished he didn't need to talk to me.
i probably shouldn't take him making fun of me that seriously, since it appears his whole personality just is like that. he's just way too confident in my eyes. still, i didn't accept the way he was looking down at me. yes, i may not even had a blink of an idea about how to be a mafia or how to train to be one, but that may very well was because, you know, never in my life had i been a mafia. only with practice i could become better.
i hummed, fiddling on my shirt while waiting for him to continue. he crossed his arms over his chest, not moving any closer in my direction. "you'll need to train with me at least twice as much as before." he scoffed, most likely hating he even had to utter that.
