'Im good, but I'm not an Angel. I do sin, but I'm not the Devil.'
Unknown POV:
I traced the tip of my finger along the rim of the glass, the air conditioner began to cool the temperature of the cabin allowing the goosebumps to raise down my arm making me shiver in the coolness.
I looked upon the air hostess who was guiding the passengers through the safety manual, turning to my side I could see him giving me a sly smile as he placed his bags in the baggage compartments.
"What's so funny Namjoon?" I spoke as I placed my phone on aeroplane mode. "You know I would love to live here in Vietnam" he sighed dreamily. "yaa - wherever we go you want to live there," I said amused by the fact he couldn't stay in one place.
The plane began to take off, I shifted in the seat until my body became numb and sleep came upon me. "pssst..." well there goes that sleep.
"What?" I asked, frustrated as I haven't slept for the past 2 days.
"were going back to South Korea and you act like it's nothing" he asked he turned his body towards me, 'he's not going to let me sleep now'.
'What am I supposed to do? ' I said. His face began to brighten as his lips turned into a huge grin.
"be bloody happy, I am so excited it's been 5 years, 5 long years and we're finally going back" he spoke with enthusiasm.
"Mate, we're going to korea for some business not a vacation" I said reminding him of his work.
"Your so serious all the time why don't you ever be happy like you used to be" namjoon said as he leaned his body against the seat, putting the partition up between us.
"If I had been taking shit lightly we would have never made it were we are today Joon" I said trying to lean against the seat to have some shut eye.
"Well remember who got you there, you wasn't there by yourself. I was there too" he spoke lowly, seeming as if I had offended him.
"I know" was all I said while closing my eyes and letting the deprived sleep come upon me.
..............
Flashback:
The morning fog grazed the humid air.
Wisps of low whispers were carried through the air as the low humming of the early birds began to sing in the distance.
Two dark mahogany coffins were being carried through the cemetery and were placed in front of Thier freshly dug grave.
The small child quiverd in the morning cold as its small hands grasp each side their coat.
Droplets of small hot tears trickled down her cheek, which we're reddened by the cold.
The six year old saw the brother of her beloved father begin his speech.
'My brother, was an old soul tough and brave. He was a leader, no doubt could have said otherwise.
He built an entire empire with his own blood Sweat and tears. The man held an industry in the palm of his hands. His wife was the backbone of his empire, they were insperable.
My sincere apologies are to him may they both rest in peace'. He spoke finishing off with a small bearly noticeable crocodile tear.
The child knew that the brother of her father was nothing but a caniving fraud. He had purposely got both the child's parents killed.
All those meetings and all those files he had lying in his office couldn't have been simpler for the child to understand.
He walked up to the six year old with a pathetic smile. Bringing his hand towards the child he handed a small chocolate bar. "Eat something sweet to wash down this bitter day" he spoke quitely.
The six year old may have been young at the time and may have seemed naive but nothing could have tasted sweeter than revenge.
........
The child's uncle had sent her off to South Korea at a boarding school in Seoul.
He couldn't handle the tantrums the child had begun and the disobedience as it was unlike the child to act like so.
During the child's time in Korea she had begun planning the initiative of her plot to eliminate the one who had taken her only family away.
By the time the child had turned 18 years old she had returned to her home country.
"Please don't...... I'm so sorry please.... Don't.... Hurt me" the man pleaded with tears trickling down his batterd and bruised cheeks.
The harsh crying filled the room as she spun the tip of the blade across her finger. The skin teard up slightly allowing the crimson red liquid to flow out ever so slightly.
"Now, now big boys don't cry" she spoke her voice full of malicious intent.
"I'm..... Sorry" he spoke his voice breaking.
The women brought her finger to the mans servery dehydrated lips sliding her finger across his lips, staining them with her own blood.
"You weren't sorry when you killed my father" she spoke sinisterly as she plunged the knife in his thigh.
The man screamed in excruciating pain as tears began profusely streaming down his paind face.
"You weren't sorry when you killed my mother" she spoke as her voice quivered in pain, plunging the knife in his other thigh.
The man cried out hopelessly as his hair was drenched in sweat.
"You weren't sorry when you layed your hands upon me and took my innocence on the day of my parents funeral" she spoke as tears of her own seeped down her face.
"I won't be sorry" her voice strained, as she finally plundged the knife deep in his chest.
.........
"Attention please, put on your seatbealts we are now landing in South Korea"
She quickly woke up, her heart pounding in her chest. Eyes dilated she quickly glanced around to meet her dear friends sad eyes.
"Another one?" he asked quietly taking her hands in his, bringing her close to him.
All she could do was nod ever so slightly the pain in her throut threatening to break her down.
"I'm here, don't cry" he spoke rubbing his hand through her hair.
"I love you Namjoon" she spoke sniffling.
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Fiksi Penggemar"No one would ever kill me, they wouldn't dare to" A Bangkpink fanfiction ......✫︎᪥︎᪥︎ Written by Bangpinkhearts ❥︎☻︎ DO NOT Plagiarise my work. This whole story I have planned out and have drafted several times so it took time and effort. If you h...
