- Sequel of Mafia's cruel love
- NOTE: This Book can be read without reading the first one but still if you don't want to be confused at some point, I suggested you to read the first book before reading this one.
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| Two weeks later...
Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye, slowly you started to adjusted well with the environment of Seoul, it was truth that studying in South Korea, was tough.
The level of Education here were no joke, middle-Class people like us, have to work harder while upper-class people just relax in their luxurious mansion with no stress.
It may sound ridiculous but that the cruel truth of reality.
Where people like us have to work their a#s day and night, to be able to have a meal in the plate, where there are also times, we have to sleep with our empty starving stomachs just to save a little money for future.
While rich people lives in their big luxurious mansion, sleep in their peaceful luxury bedroom with no worries while their bank counts raised every seconds over night. Wasting thousands of food everyday, while somewhere in corners laid some poor people who died from starving.
But there are also some good rich person, it's just now way too rare to find one in this cruel world.
But I don't care about those things, as my motive is to complete my education and bring my career to success as one day I want to make my parents proud.
I want to build a company where I would love create designers clothes, making new trends of fashion and styles.
Since childhood, I always loved to draw with colourful paints on anything, when I grow up, my drawings turned into fashion model design.
But somewhere a pain reach my heart, as I knew that dream will be way too difficult to come true, as money was the main problem against my dreams.
I don't even have the budget to buy a single piece of a brand clothes, so building a company of my own, was far away.
I chuckled at the silly idea of becoming successful which maybe won't come true.
While in my free time, I would play with my guitar, trying to make some lyrics of my own.
My first very guitar was gifted by my father on my 14th birthday.
Since that day, I always treasured it.
A sense of regret reach my heart, as I wasn't able to bring my guitar with me.
But I heard from Lisa that there is a music studio with many instruments in the establishment of Yonsei University.
Maybe I could go there sometime, just to free my mind a little bit.
I still couldn't believe, the old portrait I found in that book, it's seem unbelievable.
I mean! How is it possible, that guy whose name is Junglebook-k..no.no... Jungkook, his face resembles a lot to the King, it's seem like they're literally the same person.
