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SHADOW'S POV 3 days later
I stared at him, void of every emotions except the rage and that surge of self centred possessiveness within me.
I was baring his nonsense and ways to be destructive towards me just for the sake of the liability I had on my name on the account of his sister's loss. It was never my fault but she took her life for me itself stir humanity in me to take the charge.
And that's where I was wrong. Humanity in dark and red world is like myth and I was trying to be god while wearing the crown of devil. Multiple. I gave him multiple chances to rethink.
I didn't know my men took me for granted to the extent they started assume that I don't see what's going on under my shoe. First, he broke let sehyun break through her apartment while distracting my men and security.
Which is likely impossible if it's not someone who knows as much as I do. Second, he sent multiple flowers at her doorsteps. third, the letters.
First letter, I was curious. Second letter, I was confident who was it.
Then I let it aside when he informed anonymously to Aran to attack on Aster when we went to carnival. Again, I let it aside when he tried to touch my Aster in sleep.
Big fucking mistake. Try being more gentleman, Shadow.
I let this whole kidnapping thing aside just because he was my hyung and that's how I made a biggest mistake just because I gone soft for someone just because they were family.
It was delightful and refreshing that how he had no regret in his eyes for what he did and that was good because I will have no regret either when I will walk out of here.
The room reeked of gunpowder, smoke, and betrayal. I took a drag of my cigarette slowly, calmly, the burn fill my lungs, anchoring me. The silence around us wasn't peace. It was pressure before the detonation.
"Will you prefer an explanation before the bullet," I murmured, exhaling a cloud between us, "or just the bullet?"
Yoongi's glare didn't waver. If anything, it darkened, the kind of darkness that thought it had the right to challenge mine. I tilted my head, watching the twitch in his jaw, the way his pulse betrayed him. My smirk deepened.
