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...
Again, I heard her, that sinful laughter, echoing in all directions, surrounding me like a cyclone, wanting to rip me off the ground and swirl in this whirlwind, I am afraid that once I lose control, I won't be able to come back.
This fear never fades, and this pain never leaves me, it hammers right into my brain, incessantly reminding me of that very day when I saw her bloodied head when I heard his painful cries when I watched the most powerful men break and beg in front of the dead body of his sister. The day when I lost my mom for whom I trusted him in the first place, the day I lost my friend and lost myself too,
Slowly, the figure of that same girl appeared in front of my eyes, she lifted her dark eyelashes and stared into my soul yet again, despite her soft features, the look in her eyes was threatening, and bold, as if warning me to not think of her as anything frail, as if she knew me all well too much.
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I just keep staring back at her, unable to think straight for some time until she fades.
I open my eyes and sit up straight.
A couple of months have again rolled by, my small baby bump is now much more visible, I caress it slightly with my shaky hands, when will these nightmares end? When will I stop seeing her? Because every night I do, the pain ignites within me again, as if strangling me and not letting me move on, holding me back, to these memories, to this misery.
It hurts truly, without you Taehyung.
Why, why did you do this to me?
Was I too hard to believe? To trust?
If you didn't trust me, why did you tell me you would always stand by me?
When I look beside me, I don't see you and that just hurts.
I want to hate you so bad Taehyung, because even after you did me so fucking wrong, I can't hate you. My heart still beats loud whenever your thoughts surround me, whenever I try to remember your wide smile or hear your faint whispers, why did you end it Tae? Why did you break me so harshly, that I can't even believe myself for still hoping it was all a lie, that you would show up one day, and reality would be different....but it just won't.
I feel my eyes fill up with tears as a flashback hits me, of the very night before the storm, when I had planned his birthday party, when I had loved him with all of my heart.
"Tae, how many kids would you like to have?" I asked lowly, he hummed while thinking and his breath fanned the warm skin of my neck, I played with his soft silky hair, "If we have enough time, I think five will be enough." I paused in my actions and looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious!? No no no, I can't think of this many names." I pressed out, pouting in frustration and heard his deep chuckle that sent vibrations down my spine, "If I have a son, I will name him Taeun." He says softly before lifting his head and pecking my lips. "Taeun? That sounds great. Wait let me note it down!" I push him away and grab my diary, he laughs at my excitement, "Don't you think we should try harder, Taeun must be waiting to be born." He spoke huskily, back hugging me while I was busy writing the name, he started to leave sloppy kisses on my bare shoulder and I squirmed, "Tae, we just did it." I reminded him and he only groaned in annoyance before pulling me closer and kissing my neck, "And you wouldn't like a round two?" He whispered in my ear, his thumb caressing my hardened nipples and I closed my eyes, feeling his tongue nibble my earlobe, "Fine." I open my eyes and take his face in my hands before smashing my lips onto his.
