𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 || Y.Jw

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(unknown pov)

he smirked looking at the papers in front of him.no one knows what's going on on that cursed mind of his.

picking up his phone and pressing call to someone's number the line ringed.turning his chair to face the big window of his office he waited patiently for the phone to pick up.

the phone did after some rings and some muffled sounds were heard,before a voice greeted the caller.

"the papers you brought me,jihoon."a deep voice said,wich stopped trying to see what the one on the line would say."is there something wrong with them,sir."the voice sounded calm,but gosh the person who said them was shaking in fear.

"no,nothing particularly."the deep voice said once again before picking up one of the sheets from his desk."hanami,get her on the job."the voice went on once again before turning off his phone.

the sheet of paper he held being layed down on his desk once more.

he suddenly got up and went to get his black jacket that he hung on his hanger before going out of what seemed like a company.

it was dark outside,what could be seen was only the city lights dimming on and off from the distance.

a bodyguard off the company handed him something,wich were little so supposedly they were car keys.

the car infront of him,colored black wich looked deep just like his voice.he got in and turned the engine before stepping into it.

"hanami,huh?interesting."that was all was heard from him,once the car engine roamed and soon enough he hit the road.