Kim y/n is the daughter of one of the biggest mafia bosses out there, and is incredibly famous for exactly that reason. But she soon learns that her father has some unfinished business with another gang, and this gang might just put her in life-thre...
"Minho is standing there, holding a container of grapes, blinking in the sudden light.". - Y/n, spoken
I wake up to the sound of breathing. My breathing. How annoying of myself.
I roll over onto my left, facing the pitch black room.
Last night, Yeji took me into the kitchen, where I chugged a mug of EXTREMELY good coffee, though I like mine extra bitter, and then showed me where to shower and where I would be sleeping. She also lent me a tank top and shorts to sleep in, and some clean underwear. We became surprisingly close during that time. I mean, I'm a pretty chill person, you know? It's easy for me to become besties with the people holding me hostage, especially when I'm on drugs.
I curse myself for breathing too loud. I know for sure that I'm not going to get back to sleep now. That's just the way of the world. My eyes adjust to the dark and I re-examine my temorary room. It's small and plain; clearly designed for practicality rather than comfort.
There's a closet in one corner of the room, an empty bookcase in another, my bed in another and the door in the last one, with a mirror on the back of it. A shock of pain suddenly jolts my head upright, leading me to sit up fully. Another one: this time I gasp at the force of it.
It's a sharp, clear, ache in my head that is coming and going painfully often. It happens again and I put my hand to my head. Groaning slightly with the effort, I peel back the comforter and get to my feet slowly, somehow remembering to grab my drip stand as I carefully make my way to the door. Maybe I just need to drink some water.
I open the door slowly, though ofcourse it creaks. Everything creaks at night. It's the universe telling you that it' s time to go to bed. Well shut up, universe. I have insomnia and you better get used to it. I always like the thought of sleep, but I can never actually get to sleep when the time comes.
My bare feet pad down the hallway to where I think the kitchen is, my hand still on my head. I yawn as I enter the room, shivering slightly and flicking on the light. I squint as my eyes adjust, and then jump back, startled, when my vision returns to me.
Minho is standing there, holding a container of grapes, blinking in the sudden light. He's wearing a pair of very low slung gray sweatpants, and a black hoodie. His brown hair is slightly dissheveled, and there are dark circles around his eyes. I stand there, frozen in place, until his eyes finally adjust and he catches sight of me. He looks annoyed at first, but his gaze softens as he realises it's me.
His eyes move down my body, analysing the skimpy pyjamas Yeji lent me. I shiver under his gaze.
MINHO POV~~~~~~~~
I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about her. My mind hasn't been able to focus on much else since Chan showed me her file. It looked like this:
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Kim Y/n.
22 years old.
5'2.
Mafia-in-training since birth.
WEAKNESSES:
Insomnia: Kim Y/n has insomnia, and is often out late at night on walks or going to the convenience store.
Kim Jiwon: Her little brother. Kim Y/n would die for her brother, and would risk everything to keep him out of harm's way.
Physical touch: Kim Y/n does not enjoy physical touch, as she never had any growing up and it became odd for her.
Kim Y/n is an intelligent person that is not to be fooled with unless a plan is in place. She is not one to hesitate to pull the trigger on a gun.
END OF FILE~~~~~~~~~
Chan showed me that two weeks ago, when we made a plan to kidnap her. And I haven't got her off my mind since. It's been hours of me lying here in the dark, so I finally decide to get up. I go on a quick stealth mission to check on Y/n first. I open the bedroom door with a soft creak and peer in. She's fast asleep in a little ball. I close the door softly behind me and go to the kitchen, taking out a container of grapes. I press the lid to my forehead. It's cold and refreshing.
I take the lid off the container, but before I can shove even one down my throat, I'm blinded by a dazzling light. I squint my eyes and look over to the doorway in annoyance, expecting to see one of the boys there interrupting my snack, probably Chan. But I am surprised to see Y/n standing at the door.
Her long black hair is a little messy, trailing down her bare shoulders, and one of her hands is on her head, the other over her mouth, stifling a yawn. My eyes move down her body without thinking, taking in her highly exposed thighs and delicate frame. She looks absolutely stunning.
But I don't say this, of course. She shivers a little as she stands there, and crosses her arms over her chest. I realise how cold she must be in her pathetic excuse for clothes, and immediately take off my hoodie and walk toward her, draping it around her shoulders and zipping it up.
It's for my benefit aswell as her's: I'm not sure how much more I could've taken looking at her exposed skin and not doing anything I shouldn't . The hoodie covers her up well: it hangs nearly to her knees. I only realise how much I exposed myself when she widens her eyes and looks at my naked torso.
I smirk as I watch her turn red and avert her eyes before glancing back again. I take a step toward her, and another, until there's practically no space inbetween us. She's even more red now, and I can almost hear her nervousness. It's too cute that I reach out and grip her waist, lifting her onto the counter top. Her eyes widen again as I rest my hands either side of the countertop and look into her big doe eyes. We're at the same height now.
"Hello, kitten ," I whisper, my mouth at her ear, my morning voice deep and husky. She doesn't respond. I step closer, our faces now inches away.
"Why are you up so late, hmm?" I ask. She blinks a couple times at me, but still says nothing. I chuckle at her shyness.
I put my hands on her waist again, tracing circles with my thumbs through the hoodie.
"I woke up and my head hurt, so I came here to drink some water." I finally hear her say. Her voice is a bit croaky, but other than that she sounds very awake. I remember her file. She has insomnia, like Chan.
" I'll get you some painkillers aswell, hold on. " I say, lifting her down and walking over to the draw. I look around for the right one. I finally find the one that says "두통과 복 통에 좋은 진통제" (painkillers for head aches and stomach pains) on it. I look over to Y/n to see her cheeks still a bit pink, and looking at the floor. I smirk. Teasing her is gonna be a whole lot more fun then I first anticipated.
