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"Where does your sister live?" Niki gave a sigh, he was so over me right now.

"Who is this? Where is Yuri? She has no connections to our clan, leave her alone or else." My brother immediately became defensive.

Niki turned his head slowly to look at me, raising a brow in thought, he turned back to face the front.

"Clan?" He inquired, his voice beginning to transform back to it's cold, blunt tone.

"Who the fuck are you?" My brother replied, and I was just too drunk to even stop anything from happening, I was busy counting the stars in the roof of the car.

"I'm asking where your sister lives. I don't need to give you an introduction." Niki retort, bitterly.

"Yuri isn't part of the Park Clan. Where the fuck is she, get her on the fucking phone now. Or you'll be dead the next morning." My brother coldly argued back to Niki.

Niki turned his head to look at me, a smirk forming on his face, he was so interested right now.

"Park Clan, hm? I didn't know they had a daughter." He chuckled, ensuring my brother didn't hear what he said.

"She's drunk as fuck, I'm trying to take her home. And I need a fucking address for that." Niki responded, silence from the other end for a second.

"Oh, uh." He cleared his throat, "Ignore my previous words, she lives in the New Seoul Complex buildings, floor 28."

Wow, my brother just sold me out with such ease.

"Mmm." Niki didn't thank him, but simply ended the call, slotting my phone in the compartment in between us.

He started to drive, fast, then faster. He sped down roads recklessly, running through red lights.

"Yuri Park. Huh." He chuckled to himself, one hand on the wheel, one hand behind his head. He turned his head to look at me, observing my face for a while.

"You have too many stars for me to count. I'm up to 300." I groaned, giving up and leaning on the side, then looking at Niki, who just was observing my face as if he was going to devour me.

"Park Baekhyeon's daughter. Aren't you supposed to know me?" Niki chuckled, slowing down to take a closer look at my face.

I hadn't heard someone address me like that in ages, not since I basically got disowned and moved out. I haven't seen my family in years, only my brother, but that's like once every month. We stay in touch a lot though, he cares about my safety more than anything.

"Ugh, that guy." I rolled my eyes at my father's name.

"Hm?"

"He isn't my father at all." I pouted, crossing my arms, "Never."

Niki chuckled, a small grin on his face as I recognised our surroundings now.

"How come I've never seen you before." He seemed to be talking to himself, clearly thinking hard about everything going on. Despite him being in his own thoughts, I still responded to his words.

"I don't kill people for fun." I told him straight up, and he dart his head to look at me, jaw clenching as his sharp eyes met my cold stare.

"Since when?" He faced away, continuing on driving.

"Since I was disowned." I was just talking now, I had no common sense left in my mind. I strictly forbade myself telling anyone about my past, especially since it related to being part of a mafia alliance. But for some reason, I just found myself basically ranting to this random guy about my entire life story.

"Why is that?" He inquired, so obviously wanting to know more. He didn't even hide his curiosity anymore, and his expression just told me it all too.

"Hey. Don't you think you're invading my personal life a little too much?" I finally, despite the amount of alcohol present in my body, managed to stand up for myself.

"I just wanted to know a little more into my wife's life." Niki didn't even hide his confidence, he was fully boasting right now. As if he knew he'd win his bet and whatever, pfft, not on my watch.

"Can't wait to see what car you'll buy me." I giggled stupidly, falling back into my intoxicated brainlessness as he parked the car next to the huge, glass skyscraper.

He turned his head to look at me, looking actually like an angel. His hair down to his entire body was just ethereal perfection, no flaw in this man at all.

I swallowed hard, realising he was staring at me hard.

"Whichever car you want, Mrs Nishimura." He got out the car after saying that, and I genuinely swallowed my heart down, it was beating furiously against my chest.

He opened the door, I stumbled out of the side, gripping onto the door frame, and Niki's arm for stability. And with that, he guided me into the complex.