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"The things I do for you."
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Again this familiar alley.
Jin oppa told me these blocks are owned by his brother, having safest neighbourhood. I immediately rejected just after the mention of his brother.
All I knew that he has two mafia brothers and I wished with all my guts to not meet any of them. I still do. Just by the thought of encountering with them sents shiver run down my spine.
And the tale about his wanted brother who happened to be psychopath still haunts me. How can someone kill twenty two at once in brutal way while laughing against their badly crushed death bodies proudly.
Psychotic.
Whole world was shaken by that one incident, that sinful laugh was enough shake someone's soul making the kim's family untouchable afterwards with the fear of him.
I was just fifteen when that happened and what I'm thankful about whole incident that my step dad was one of those twenty two. It's awful but I was more than happy that day that I was smiling. At least afterwards till I turn eighteen I didn't had to fear of getting assaulted or hide each time he came home.
Then jin oppa told me he has one more younger brother hidden from whole world who is businessman. Just like him he too doesn't belongs to mafia compelling me to stay here.
Sigh escape my mouth as I held Ava tightly in my embrace. The alley I cross to reach my house. There are those four to five drunkards or sometimes some other men are always sitting in that park which is always dark at night.
I couldn't always feel the burning gaze on me while passing by. If it wasn't for the feeling that always hits me like someone is there always makes those dirty eyes less effective.
The feeling that someone is watching me, eyeing my steps until I entered the four walls of my house. It's weird that I'm so used to it now, I always think it's an just illusion. Less scared than those men I pass by.
It's creepy.
And what more creepy is Im not affected.
I can't help but wonder about the silence of those noisy drunkards each time I passed by. Am I just hallucinating?
At the end of the alley I passed by right now, I turned around like always make myself believe that there is no one. And like always there was no one. Just some shadows under the darkness.
