What would happen when Asia's most ruthless mafia gang, reunites with someone very special to them?
Being the kings of the underworld, they are known to be only cruel. Over time they get greedy for revenge. But no one knew that they will be falling...
Now she just had to find a way to stop those freaking butterflies.
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Her heart was beating too fast compared to her normal rate. It was just thumping against her chest as if it was about to jump out. She was too nervous? Uncomfortable? Shocked? Shy? She herself did not understand the signs sent by her own heart.
No.
They were just friends!
Right?
"OH GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?"
She put her palm on her heart and took a shaky deep breath, inhaling every emotion of hers, then exhaling it with a shaky breath again. She was too kwonfused you could say. She looked at herself in the mirror again, her palms on the sides of her cheeks, her eyes going into different shaped as she slid her palms down to her jaw, stretching her face. She seemed a her worst right now.
If someone had seen her walk past them on the street they might think that she just walked out of an old dusty garbage bin by the roadside.
She just simply looked around for the comb for two more minutes. Now she couldn't even find a comb. Brilliant! But her eyes lingered on the black colored comb three minutes later which was just near the basin. She just chuckled at her stupidity as she took the comb in her hands and opened her messy bun. The moment she pulled off the scrunchie, her silky and soft black hair spread down, reaching just a bit below her waist. She ran a hand through her hair before bending forward while looking down at the beautiful marble tiles which looked even more glossy than her face and letting her hair fall. She again ran a hand through her messy hair trying to make them a bit straight. Her head snapped up again, her hair doing a slay hair flip as she pushed them back. After a few more struggling with her long hair, she finally put them in two loose and messy braids until they looked good enough. She glanced at the mirror for the last time and took a deep breath mumbling good words of courage.
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She slowly opened the door, peeking her head out of the door to see if Jun was still there. She saw him staring at his phone, chatting with someone. She stepped out of the bathroom closing the door behind her. As the door clicked close, Jun finally looked up from his phone, his gaze wandering from her head to her toes, his eyes lost in hers.
Jun was wearing a casual outing outfit for the day. A denim, sky blue baggy jeans, with a white cute lace tied around his jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a white plain shirt over the tee with a little bit of design of sparkling diamonds just right below his left shoulder, his white t-shirt that was tucked in in those loose jeans giving him a perfect casual but handsome look. She may or may not agree that the shirt looked better just because he was wearing it.
She wanted to speak but the words felt like the were stuck somewhere. After few seconds of a starring competition she finally spoke, dragging him out of his thoughts.
