•Adomania
The sense that the future is coming sooner than before
"You make me want to break down everything I've worked for," he said as he back away from the girl.
"Then tear it all down and build what you want," she said lunging forward and grabb...
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When Seonghwa finally pulled into KQ, Chaerin already had secretly texted San to be ready with medical shit.
"Out," Seonghwa snapped as he got out and stormed inside the building.
Yeosang sprang over the seat and followed, his unconscious smirk still visible. He might be president, but it would truly mean nothing once he entered the premises of the Mafia.
And as he did, Chaerin pulled on her mask and quickly grabbed Yeosang's arms, pinning them behind his back as he shouted in surprise. Her hair was shielding her eyes as she pressed Yeosang forward and caught up to Seonghwa.
He was leading them to his wing.
This was where his offices, 'apartment,' and training room was. He rarely spent time in training as he had Chaerin to do his dirty work for him. But right now that was where the three high sectors were heading.
Chaerin leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"I'm here but I'm on my own side in this matter," with this she shoved him forward.
Yeosang looked back and saw her mask, her eyes glaring at the two men as she stepped back and closed the door.
Seonghwa on the other hand had a knife drawn, Yeosang completely defenseless.
"Coward," he hissed as Seonghwa stood still. "You have a weapon while I have nothing? What leader are you?"
"I could ask the same of you," Seonghwa snapped, "hiding behind you walls made of the tears and efforts of citizen, their taxes funding you expensive lifestyle. You do nothing but increase daily struggles for people and yet you pretend to be a saint? Chaerin what do you have to say for yourself?"
Chaerin hummed before answering.
"I do what I want," she huffed, "I met him before I knew he was president. He's not as corrupt as a person."
Seonghwa growled before dropping the knife and chargin Yeosang.
He was significantly taller, his height an advantage. Yeosang, being younger and more nimble, was amble you duck and throw the mafia boss over his back before attempting to get to the door.
Chaerin slid out of the way as Yeosang raced towards the exit. Seonghwa has gotten up though and at the moment Yeosang reached the door, he threw his knife.
The knife graze Yeosang's head leaving a rivet in his hair, the side now cut up. A trail of was already oozing from the wound, and Chaerin had to do everything to stop herself from running forward to him.
Seonghwa got up and charged to Yeosang, his fists ready.
Yeosang swiveled around just in time for his face to be hit by one of those fists, his body crumpling to the ground. Seonghwa climbed into top of him and continued to punch, Chaerin resisting the urge to pull him off.
Her inner conflict grew though.
Who was she more loyal to?
Her best friend that she'd known for four years or a pretty boy who ran a corrupt country that had saved her multiple times?
She wanted this to stop though.
She rushed forward and grabbed Seonghwa's color yanking him off the bloodied president and shoving him into a wall.
"I swear to god Seonghwa I know your confused but let him explain," she hissed as Yeosang simply groaned.
"There's no explaining to do," he growled, "his actions with this shit country tell all! And to believe you were actually on my side!"
With this he kicked Chaerin's stomach, the girl crumpling to the ground with a cry.
She had inner conflicts.
Who should she call?
She wanted to say Yunho, but Yunho would be practically no help.
She knew who she should call.
Grabbing her phone she pressed the buttons until she found the desired contact.
