𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 || PJM

1. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧

"Weakness of altitude soon becomes weakness of character."

-Albert Einstein

?? POV

[Present day]

Bullets kept drowning out all the noise in the night. 

Blaring sirens drowned the usual silence of downtown Seoul, while I walked through the infinite network of alleyways, clutching onto my injured shoulder, careful not to make it bleed more. 

It was a holy ruckus, with cars raw decking the streets and men running through the alleys in search of me when out of nowhere a hand clutched on my right arm making me let out a yelp which he silenced, placing a hand on my mouth. 

It didn't take me a long time to know who it was, and to be honest, it was a laughable thought our first meet was going to be like this. 

A train of men passed by the dark passage we both were hiding in, men who were left behind me like rabid animals and search dogs with only one mission on their name, to find me.  

I turned my eyes from the men to the man who was standing in front of me, still looking out for more people who might be coming this way. His side profile was gorgeous, I'll admit that. 

Once he ensured that the alley was empty with no one else but us two present, his gaze profusely travelled to mine, while his grip on my shoulders increased in its intensity. I could feel his fingers digging in my torn flesh, matching eyes with his intense dark brown ones which offered me a challenge more or less.

"Who are you?'' his question was short and contained. His voice was strained, and in one sight, he did look tired too, but he still maintained his composure, no hindrance in his stance.

I didn't reply. I couldn't find the words. 

"Well if you want to take it like this, I have no problem princess." He spoke alarmingly slow, a newfound husk in his voice that was getting me weak on my knees. I knew where this was going to, but strangely I didn't want to stop it. 

His hand slowly crawled up my shoulder over to my neck while he kept his gaze stuck with mine, and I knew it was a mad thing to say, but I was also lost in the moment, ensuring myself to not look away from them. He kept massaging a nerve on my neck, and before I knew, I was slipping into oblivion while he carried me not so gently, placing me on his shoulder. 

It was one of the things to add to the list of most dumb decisions I had taken, but at least for now, I was definitely safe from him.  

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