What happens when the dangerous Mafia does not want your money but something else in return? Are you ready to freeze at his cold stare and burn with the intensity of his closeness?
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"Why? I did my part of job, now you are to do the same." He husk...
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You be me, and I be you!
Sometimes I just wish the sun can take a leave and the moon can be ordered to stay for just a little while more, getting up when you really don't want to is the worst feeling in the world.
No actually there is something worse than that,
Hurting the one who loves you so much, to the point they kill your enemies in their dreams.
I got up and looked around myself, my beloved sleep slowly fading away, and the sight of my beloved finally filling me up alive.
I hurriedly pushed the duvet off my body and stood up, he is about to leave as he is already dressed. Not even caring to wake me up.
"Why didn't you wake me up? You are going this early? It's only seven, and oh- you drank a lot yesterday your head must be hurting, should I bring a coffee?" I asked while approaching him and standing right beside him, a very obvious attempt to talk to him.
"No need." He only says shortly and I nod with a gulp.
"Have you had breakfast? What if you get hungry at work? Just wait a minute let me get ready and we will have breakfast-" I paused in my words when he suddenly turned around to look at me, "I am not hungry." He spoke in the coldest tone one could speak. It felt like my heart was again clenching in this unbearable pain, I looked in his eyes, trying to find the comfort I was so desperately seeking.
For a moment it was there when his eyes squinted and he leaned forward, gently holding my jaw, "What happened to your face- y-your forehead?" He asked with a panicked voice, his silent treatment flowing out of the window.
I laughed awakwardly, oh God if I tell him he smacked me in his sleep, he is going to hate himself, I don't want him to blame himself for something he did accidentally.
"Oh it's nothing!" I shireked, pushing his hands away slightly and backing away.
His expressions turned even more tensed, making me realise it was a bad move, he looked worried, trying to read my face with all alertness, walked ahead and again approached me.
"Did he hit you somewhere? Did Ryan hit you?" He asked while holding my shoulders, checking if there were any more injuries. His brows knitted and jaw clenched, the atmosphere turning way too tensed and his voice was a lot more deep.
"No- Taehyung relax, I am fine-"
"Tell me honestly Y/n, don't even try to hide anything from me. I can't. I can't see you in pain. I can't let you suffer alone. Please, tell me." My mind was suddenly a mess when I realised just how panicked he was, his voice was shaking, as if he was scared I would slip away from his grip.
"Taehyung, it's just a little bump-" He shook his head rapidly. Cupping my cheeks with his slightly shaky hands, "I promise I won't be mad, ever, at you. But please. Just tell me if he has hurt you. If anyone has hurt you. I admit I am not very understanding but you can trust me?" At this point his eyes were teary, I couldn't beleive it, tears were already rolling down my cheeks.
