Trapped in His obsessed Love

Chapter-2

Seoul: 5:45 pm,

Y/n's pov:-

Goddddd! I'm hella tired. I want to go back to my apartment and have my ass some rest. But, here I'm working from the last 3 hours and still doing.

I glanced at the watch and the people who were sitting peacefully on their table. Sipping on their coffees and drinks.

Some are just chit-chattting, some are doing their work and here comes the couples. Whom I hate the most, I mean not like that but they make me feel like I'm the only single person on the whole earth.

Why? Why are they doing all the lovey-dovey things in front of me. Loving, caring, like they're in some teenage relationship. I glared at them. But I'm also frustrated because of them and also I'm so tired after a long day.

What! Now they're kissing in public place like dude have some patience. Can't you both see that here is the single girl standing, glaring at your so called clingy things.

I want to kick their asses out of this place now, how can they both make me feel lonely and alone. But I can't do that, if I try to pull a stunt like this I'll get fired from my one and only job.

I sighed and glanced at the time, here we go. It's already 6:00 pm so I can go now. Yahhh! I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the cafe. Just as I opened the door and stepped out I stumbled into something or maybe someone. My bag dropped on the floor.

I grabbed my bag from the floor and frustratingly said "Oh bhai! Dekh ke nahi chal sakte kya, aankhein kaha hai tumhari?" (" Oh brother! Can't you see and walk, don't you have eyes?")

He looked at me like just saw a alien. The eyebrows were furrowed, but I couldn't see his face because he had a mask on which covered the half of his face. He stared at my face, I sighed.

"Kya? Kabhi sundar ladki nahi dekhi hai kya?" ("What? Haven't you seen any beautiful girl before?") I waved my hand in front of him. He looked at me up to down and then at my face.

I sighed "can't you just say sorry and get off?" I said and rolled my eyes. But he didn't answer.

I rooted to my place and glanced at him. He was in fully black dressed, looking like a rich guy. But why the fuck he was roaming on the street like this if he's rich then. I started at his eyes, there is something about him, I can't describe. He wasn't looking like a random guy on the streets he's different. His cold gaze, the way he stared it feels different but why? I know I notice too much.

I was lost in my thoughts, when I noticed that he already walked past me. " What the hell" I shouted but he walked into his car and dissapeared. I mean here I was standing thinking he'll say sorry to me or something but he just walked out like this.

What will he think about me like I'm a creep? Because I was staring at him too long. But why the fuck I'm thinking that what will he think about me, I mean we are not going to meet again. Then where's the problem. So, I walked out of there. The bus arrived and I grabbed my seat.

Finally! I'm here at my comfort place, my apartment. I threw my bag somewhere and laid on my bed. Now I can sleep peacefully, no one will disturb me. But first I have to freshen up and dinner.

I stood up and walked towards the kitchen to make something. I started making ramyeon, so I can eat while watching k dramas.

AFTER SOME TIME,

I threw myself on the bed. "So now I can sleep" I said and tugged myself in the duvet and soon, sleep took over me.

Author's pov:-

Italy: plazzo sant' Agostino,

In the dimly lit room, the two men sitting across each other, sipping on their drinks. The only sound echoing in the room was glasses and the soft hum of music.

A man with round black hat speak "alloro, stai pensando di tornare in corea?" ("So, are you thinking of returning korea?")  He asked and glanced at the man who is sitting in front of him, calm and silent.

The man glanced at him and then spoke "Sì, ci sono molte cose da fare" (" yes, there are many things which have to be done") the man said while grabbing a lighter and picked up the cigar, placed in between his lips.

The black hatted man stands up straightening his coat and looked at the man in front of him "spero che tornerai dopo la missione" (" I hope you'll come after the mission") he said and the man stands up "Sì, ci proverò" ("yes I'll try") he said with a little smile.

"è un piacre conoscerti, Carson" (" it's nice meeting you, Carson") the man said and Carson nodded with a smile "Grazie" ("thanks") and walked out of the place.

The man sat back on his place, the smoke from the cigar mixing with air.

"Buzz Buzz" his phone vibrated. A little smirk crept on his lips as he picked the call.

"Ciao" ("hello") the man said with a smile and put his cigar down.

" I know, I know that's why I'm coming seoul" he said with a little seriousness in his voice.

" Yes, tomorrow I'll be there" he stopped for a while and then said " we have execute our plan and many more businesses to do" He said with deep and hard voice.

"Yes, I remember everything, that's the reason why I'm coming there" he said and the call dismissed.

The man took a sip of his drink, lost in his thoughts. A devilish smirk on his face.

"MIN SUGA IS COMING, KOREA!"

As I mentioned in the description that suga is Korean but he's italian mafia so, don't get confused guys!
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