Truth Untold of the Underworld : KSJ BTS (on hold)

Chapter 1

  Hey guys I'm back in with another chapter, and feel free to express your feelings on whether or not I should continue this fanfiction or if I should just "stob it" 😏. Enjoy!!
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As I sit there in the road and a limo coming towards me I see the flashbacks of my entire life and briefly thinking of the mother who has loved me so much over the years unconditionally ended up being the worst enemy anyone could because of a lie my own father had created. At that time being so fed up with my situation, rather than living, dying was the better option as I closed my eyes while the limo still came toward me and I would embrace the impact that would hit me soon enough. However, the impact; the hit never came, and I am still alive.When opening my eyes I see the Lincoln logo just about 6 inches away from face and two men exiting the vehicle, very handsome men. If I were to say that these men looked like normal businessmen would be an understatement. From what I saw these men weren't normal nor were they any less conspicuous. They stood out like a sore thumb and they knew it. When the men had finally approached me and breaking my train of thoughts, one of them had a tall lean figure, and a face of an intellectual. He had big framed glasses on and kind of looked like someone stepping out from Vogue magazine. The other was shorter, but not by a lot. He too, like the other, had a lean figure but his skin tone was not honey-like, it was much more lighter, kind of like sugar. One would  expect them to ask if I were okay, however they had started to yell at me.

"Yah! Are you an idiot or what; or are you just blind. If you really wish to die the why don't you go do it by jumping off a cliff or something." he yelled.

"I'm not the stupid one you are. Who the hell drives 50 mph in the city. You should be glad that I survived without getting a scratch on me and not being crushed under that stupid rusted rampart you call a car!" I replied.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The other asked.

"Sir, don't let her go so easily, she even stole food from my cart." the food cart owner came closer while stating.

He started, " Man if I were in your shoes I would have beat her up by now."

"By now I would have beaten you up old hag. You do NOT want to mess with me!" I thought.

"Leave her." a baritone voice bellowed. This time it wasn't one of the the two that were in front of me. The owner of this voice was someone that had come out from the back seat of the vehicle. As I turn around to see the owner of the voice I saw someone who looked like someone with tremendous power, tall with broad shoulders, a chiseled face with a jawline that can probably cut diamonds. He was handsome, as if God himself created him with his own hands when he had lot of time and he definitely knew it as well justified by the smirk he wore on his face. "Leave her." he repeated, breaking my trance. As I looked up I see the man smirking, only because I was checking him out and he can totally tell that I was. Man no can tell how much I wanted to slap that smirk off that face of his as I gave him an irritated look.

"Are you okay?" he asked me and if politeness was a form of liquid, it would be dripping from his mouth.

"I'm fine." I replied harshly.

"You don't look alright. You look hungry, you must be, to be desperate enough to steal food from a food cart. Where is your family?"

"I don't have a family!!! Alright, stop interfering in what I do! Who are you to tell me anything, yep I stole food from the food cart okay?! Got a problem with it then take me to the police, however if I must, I will let you know that you better watch it!"

"Are you done? Now if I may, come with me. I will provide you a home, food, clothes, whatever you want."

"Why? Why the fuck would you do that for someone who is a complete stranger? Plus I don't go with strangers nor do I trust strangers."