"Dear Yoonji,
By the time you read this, I'm already gone, I decided to leave, please don't blame the boys for me leaving, they had no idea about this, it was sudden. It wasn't planned. i'm sorry that I was eavesdropping the conversation that you had with your brother...
The first time I met you, I was amused of how adorable you are, then I learned that you murdered my father, but I just couldn't hate you for what you have done to my dad. I should have hate you, aren't i? but no matter how hard I tried to hate you, I couldn't hate that face of yours, especially after I saw that adorable side of yours.
Turns out today, I found out how my mom was the reason why your family was falling apart. Now I understand why I couldn't hate you.
the fact that we have been connected somehow by fate all this time...
It's like our family was destined to ruin each other from the start, don't you think so Yoonji? Or was I just scared? Scared that I might ruin you the way my mom did to your family? You deserve so much more than just another Jung to ruin your life...
I'm really sorry for what my mom has done to your family, I love you, I really do, that is why I left, because I don't deserve you, after what my mom has done to your family, I don't think I could live under the same roof where she ruined your family.
Don't worry Yoonji, we will meet again, and I promise to not disappoint you, I promise to be the man who deserves you. I promise to fight for you.
I promise that one day you won't sleep alone anymore, please hold on baby.
But for now, let me be that man who deserves you.
Let me fix our fucked up fate into a beautiful one.
Eat well Yoonji, stay hydrated, I love you my ice princess.
Yours truly,
Jung Hoseok. "
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THE MAFIA PRINCESS MEET SUNSHINE BOY | HOSEOK X READERS AU (MIN YOONJI)✔
Fanfictionthey say opposites attracts. so what happen when bad meet good? what happen when Min Yoonji the Mafia Princess cross path with Jung Hoseok a boy with a sunny demeanor and full of positivity? FEM DOM. Jikook as the side ship.
