Right One

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

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It was dark. Past midnight. Everyone in their safe heaven, sleeping soundly or going on with their life. Outside of the city, The dark alley glowing under soft moonlight, dark shadows of the trees, beside the alley, looming just over it, a silent witness to the horror occuring in front. The area was calm, serene, silent, bathed in the beauty of moonlight was a sharp contrast to the man standing tough, all in his glory. Chin held up high, aura making others head bow down to earth, a knife, glowing silver, illuminating the soft moonlight in its sharp features, in his hand.

The man, not so young neither too old, knelt on the ground, just in front of the person kneeling there.

The person looked up and spat in the man's face, "Asshole! I-if you're courageous enough, then attack like it! Stop playing hide n seek" the voice was sweet yet hoarse, proving the torment she had been through.

Her face, despite the ugly wounds on them, looked so beautiful. Utterly. Stunningly. Just a glimpse of it, is enough to make men beg om their knees. She jerked back in disgust when the man in leaned towards her and examined her face more closely, holding her chin with his hands, not too softly.

"Mm.. all wounded up and at my mercy, still have the courage to provoke me? You got some nice guts in there sweetheart, if you're brave enough to challenge me while you're this weak and pathetic in front of me." The girl, or woman you could say, hissed and slapped away the man's hand struggled to stand up as a few other men were forcing her shoulders down to keep her kneeling on the dirty, drenched ground of the alley.

Her forehead was bleeding, hair dishevelled, lower lip had a cut in them, which stung like a bitch whenever she tried to wet the chapped lips because of dehydration. Sweat dropping off her form, a tattoo on her crook of neck, her nose bleeding, the leather clothes she wore, were dirty with mud and blood, cheeks had a few cuts here and there. While a few other men laid scattered around, groaning in pain and holding certain parts of their body, beaten up and more than just wounded.

The man, holding the woman in place, wiped the spit off his face with other hand and took a look at his men laying on the ground almost lifelessly and tsk-ed.

"Who trained you, huh? You took down my professional men just like that very effortlessly. Who was it? Huh? Let me guess.. Eunwoo? Nope. His tricks are not like this, he straight up knocks out people. Who else? Yeonjun? Irene? Junghyun? That old man? Victo—"

"Bitch! I myself is a trainer in there!"

Slap.

Yes. That's what she got for cursing the man in front of her. But, did she mind? Nuh-uh.

"Showing attitude? Ha? Well, good for me. How about I tell your sweet hubby about your pretty little lies? What if I tell him the truth about you not getting pregnant? Now now, would you look at that! How heartbroken would he be. Her not so innocent wife's deceiving him from the start and he's oh so painfully unaware of it. Tsk tsk. Such a poor little thing he is, isn't he? Jung Yuri?" The woman, named Yuri, widened her eyes and bit her already busted bottom lip then looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"Do whatever the fuck you want, but you can't even get close to my Jungkookie!" She growled angrily and continued thrashing in the bulky men's hold, trying to free herself.

"Let them know, that I'm here, to take him. To claim what's rightfully mine from the beginning. I'm giving them a week. A week to surrender and handover my property to me. After that, i won't back down. Even if I have to hurt the innocents, again." He looked up to his men and got up from the ground, dusting his clothes off.