Arranged to Hate you. M.Y.G

Deal.

I don't remember closing the door, or if I did, with a bang...

I don't know at all.

Anything.

Just one thing....

That I have to get out of here,

Away from them.

Away from him.

Kim Namjoon.

My head throbbed and while my feet didn't stop walking as fast as they could,

my skin was burning, but cold, as I walked across the corridor and to the elevator.

I couldn't actually make out what I really was feeling.

Only if my heart could beat any less harder, I could.

I pressed the elevator's button, one time, then repeatedly many times, not wanting to stay too long on the same floor as him.

I cursed underneath my breath and chose to take the steps instead,

I need to get out of here.

I skipped one step at a time, hurriedly, my breath shortening.

"We need to breathe!" My head screamed, but my feet were deaf, not stopping at all.

And maybe I came down the third floor when my body had to come to a halt, and I took in a sharp breath, my lungs piercing at the sudden cold air getting in that amount.

I didn't stop because my feet gave up,

I never give up,

It was because of someone's presence that stopped me.

"Mr. Harper." I said, not letting my voice give any glimpse of the hurricane running inside of me,

Calm, cool, collected.

He was talking to a man, his eyes darted towards me as well,right when I turned on the steps to get down further, who, I guessed was one of the members I was to go with.

He seemed stone cold, but an emotion flickered in his eyes when he saw me, it was for a second, but I caught it.

Burnette head, handsome face, and some kind of confidence lurking in his aura.

I turned my gaze towards the person I knew, Mr. Christian Harper.

The CEO of Harper security, right hand of Korea's biggest investor and my father, and a man famous for keeping his words.

He he said he'll kill you,

He damn will.

Even if he has to come to hell to find you, he'll do that, find you, bring you back to life and kill you again.

That's him.

The person, who never makes a mistake in studying someone's presence or intentions. Whose scars tell more story that anyones's words can. Him.

Who,I have always been dreading to get away from.

Even after all that happened.

I crawled back into his embrace thrice, and with all the hell he carried on his shoulders, his scarred hand was always been patting my back, telling me how I was born a warrior and how the hell must dread the day I'll embrace rise up with all that I hide.

The Christian Harper.

For the world,

But for me,

He was the lion to the Narnia kingdom of my head.

"Miss. Kim." His raspy voice acknowledged me,

"what a coincidence that we meet here, I was just about to go looking for you in the building."

I still was regaining my lost breathe, so I just raised an eyebrow and nodded in response.

"Mr. Seokjin, if you'll excuse us." Harper asked, but he didn't, it was more like a command, just with respect,

I was surprised by that, it made me look at the man again,

He must be really deserving the respect if Christian was talking to him in the hallway and asking to excuse with that tone.

"Sure." The man with broad shoulders, named 'seokjin' as Harper name him, said.

And he was gone.

He did give a last glance to me, and bowed to both of us politely before leaving.

The way he bowed said it all.

It wasn't a complete down bent, but it was polite in some sense.

I got down the seven more remaining steps after the man left.

"So."

"So."

"I have a deal for you, regarding the people who are going to the trip with yo-"

"I am no longer going., I have given up from the deal, you can talk to Chau about it."

"You might want to first know the deal to reject it in one go."

"I am busy, Mr Harper."

He took out his hand from his pocket and eyed his watch.

"Will take your 14 minutes. Not more."

My hand twitched a bit, and then after a second of thought, I accepted.

There has to be something really important that I need to know if Cristian Harper asks me twice for it.

I took up my hand, and he did his, and we shook hands,

The cold fire in my body that was eating my up drifted away with the warmth of his hand.

Mom chose him as my godfather for a reason....

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Author's note.

Heyy everyone,

(By everyone it's just three people.)

My exams are on my head, dancing like madmen, and I have to learn to play the pied piper's tune of their language to guide them off safely.

Hahhh.

My dead humour haunts no one but me.

I am still trying to get my ass together and proceed with this book,

I don't want to abandon it,

And I don't fancy going insane with all the plot in my head getting tangled up.

So yeah.

Happy November.

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