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8

'chanyeol!' baekhyun yelled. chanyeol came the same second he called him.

'yes byun?' jihee looked at chanyeol, her eyes instantly falling on his blue ones. she smiled at the sight and how adorable he actually looked. his features were just too beautiful to even be able to think that he was a part of a mafia.

although he had scars all over his face, they made him even more unique and interesting in his own way.

'take her out to her room and prepare her for tonight' jihee's head shot to look at baekhyun, she wanted to ask him what was tonight but he just winked at her, making her flush a crimson color.

baekhyun, confident with the action he had just made, made chanyeol take her out of his office.

when they left the room, the first thing that jihee did was start crying. chanyeol was taken back, he hadn't seen a girl crying since...

he couldn't really remember.

he didn't know what to do, shall he yell at her and tell her that she's being a brat? no, that would be ruthless. he inhaled deeply and wrapped his arms around the girl.

he was probably going to regret this.

she sobbed into his shirt, they both were taken aback by their actions, but yet they both enjoyed it. it felt so long since someone hugged jihee when she cried. chanyeol hadn't hugged anyone since a long time ago. he felt as everything was okay. as they were okay. at least for now.

they both pulled away and stared in each others eyes. chanyeol found her beautiful the first time he saw her. jihee found him intriguing but yet a mistery. underneath those scars there must be a story.

'm'kay jihee. i'm going to bring you to your room. there is going to be some outfits that you can choose from' she nodded. they started walking up to the room. she was scared to ask him anything, she thought he will have an outburst like chen when she asked him something.

she wanted to know what seungchol was doing. was she okay? did they hurt her? she mustered up the courage to ask chanyeol about her.

'um, hey' she whispered. he stopped and looked at the black haired girl.

'what?'

'so.. you brought my friend here.. please tell me is she okay? did any of you hurt her?' his face dropped to a frown, but instantly replaced it with a serious one.

'as far as i know nobody hurt her and i won't let anyone hurt her' he said, smiling at the girl 'she is my best friends girlfriend and your best friend, right?'

jihee nodded.

'she will be okay, ji' chanyeol reassured her.

ji, ji, ji... that nickname that he called her rolled of his tongue smooth like butter. she wanted him to always call her that because of how beautiful it sounded in her ears.

'chanyeol?' she called out again.

'hm?'

'thank you' she said shyly as chanyeol smiled;

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'thank you' baekhyun smiled proudly of himself.

'you know, who would have known that you would be one of the most famous mafia leaders?' taehyung asked him.

baekhyun snorted. 'you think so lowly of me don't you? what a great friend you are' taehyung rolled his eyes.

'okay, whatever. i'm going to go now. i have to meet my friends' baekhyun knew how much taehyung adored his six friends, so he didn't dare to stop him. he nodded to him, signaling that he can go.

the second his friend left, jihee appeared around the corner in a tight black coctail dress that she always pulled down in hopes it would 'cover' more. when baekhyun saw her his eyes insantly dropped on her cleavage. when she noticed, her cheeks turned red and she pulled her dress now up. baekhyun stood up from where he was sitting and walked up to the, now, very red girl. he put his arms around her waist and started walking with her around the place. she started pushing him away from her but he was glued to her.

'you know, for a girl like you, you are pretty strong' he winked at her.

'please baekhyun, what did i ever do to you? why am i here with you?' jihee almost cried out.

'hm, interesting question. you never did anything to me, but there is just something about you and i can't put my finger on it. but i will' he told her.

'after all, if you want your and your friend's life to be spared you better act the way i want you to act.'