My Dear Sinful Guardian • KSJ

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"Can- Can I please get someone else to protect?"

The front desk lady didn't have smoke from her eyes like a demon, but a long, thonged tongue. A viper, perhaps. But after a while of staring at papers, she finally looked at me.

"No, if she dies, you come back here. Remember the only reason you are here and treated freely is because the world needs someone to point at and say, That's A Bad Guy Right There, Don't Be Like Him." She recited.

"Please..I'm begging you, can't you give me someone from Bangtan?" I begged, I couldn't imagine protecting a she-devil like her.

"Look, Handsome Boy, I got shit to do. Now leave." She kicked me out, leaving me alone.

So, I left back to the mainland.

She seemed to have any oddly clean condo. How can a bitch like her find time to clean. I walked to her kitchen. I was looking forward to a dead body in the fridge or something, but there wasn't anything but meat and ice cream. Was I even in the right house?

As I walked down the hall, there seemed to more like a museum then a house. All the painting are beautiful, but they were stolen. I stopped at a painting. This one did not have the museum look to it. The woman was maybe in her early 30's, she was probably older, you can tell from the way she was painted. The woman had short hair, no bangs, simple and straight. She wore a sleeveless leather dress, and a dark purple choker. Dark purple was a symbol of high position. And at the bottom of the picture, it read:

Kim Eunha.

All Hoseok told me was that his mother was a leader of the mafia group Hyebin inherited. Hyebin and Hoseok has different fathers, due to their mother being quite the player. Unlike her mother, I knew Hyebin had no use of having someone by her side.

I thought as I stared at the painting, I heard someone talking. As I reached the room at the end of the hall, I heard more talking, I couldn't tell what they were saying, but there was no response.

I opened the door, and there she was.

The She-Devil herself, staring at me.