•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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San rushed into the building, the hood pulled over his hair and eyes like he was instructed to.
He felt the stares of low class people follow his figure, but the silver watch on his wrist kept them away. They knew that if the boss had someone over covering their face and had expensive stuff on them not to touch him. Stepping a foot close to him meant death.
San was still uneasy.
He quickly walked down the long hallway, sounds of low class chatter fading out till it was completely silent. He turned left until he heard the screams and rushed forward, slamming the door open.
There in the center was Yeosang and another man. Yeosang was in his grips, his mouth and nose bleeding. The side of his head was gauged and bleeding, giving Yeosang a messy undercut.
The man on top had black hair which was now coated in sweat and was plastered to his face. His shoulder was cut and bleeding, his eye swollen and black and blue. His lip was swollen and bleeding.
San was about to rush over to the two to break the fight up when he saw Chaerin.
She was curled into a ball and clutching her stomach. Her neck had bruise marks on it from someone grabbing it and her eyes were shut.
He raced towards Chaerin, the man on top of Yeosang unfocused only on the president.
He didn't really care about Yeosang though, he had been a dick towards him. Chaerin was a priority.
He bent down and brought his fingers to her neck to check her pulse, still strongly beating.
She cracked her eyes open and met his eyes.
"Stop them," she said as she grabbed his shoulder to help herself up.
San looked over to where Yeosang had now received a punch to the stomach, sending him into a bloody coughing fit.
"San..."
He got up and rushed towards the man, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him back, Yeosang scrambling forward and attacking him.
San looked over to Chaerin, his eyes wide in surprise as she pressed her body against the wall to try and get up.
San once again grabbed Yeosang and ripped him off of the man, Yeosang's back going flying into a gun rack.
San reaches forward to the now unconscious man who's eyes were peering into San's as if he was calculating every single one of his moves.
San went to help him up when two gun shots rang out through the room.
San dropped the man and his fingers flew to his shoulder. When he pulled them away his blood was coating them.
He looked back down, and the man was now clutching his stomach.
