"My son, Taehyung is he coming back to me?, is he fine?, did something happen to my son?," she glanced behind me, trying to look for her son, hoping maybe he came back to his mother. Grabbing her arms, her attention guided towards me as I passed a reassuring smile.
"Should we sit down and talk?."
Moving inside the house, the walls were painted white, decorated square- shaped boxes which contained different pictures of her, a man and a little boy. Mrs.Kim walked ahead as those pictures attracted me towards them. Placing my head on the pictures, "May I ask Who are these pictures of?," pointing at the man and the teenager standing next to her in the picture.
She chuckled walking up to the picture, scrutinizing the picture, her eyes displayed nothing but sorrow.
"This man was the love of my life; the boy is my son or was my son who I lost," Life had really played its wicked cards on this lady, she had a perfect life: a son and a loving husband. But, life left her alone in this miserable world where at this old age she has no-one who can love and cherish her.
" Miss, Do you know why Taehyung's living in Seoul all alone when he has a mother," sighing she took a seat on the small couch, signalling me to sit across from her.
"Is he inside?," talking to myself, you bit your lips as you hid behind a tree just outside his house- more like a mansion.
It's a bit bizarre that a guy who has nobody shares a house with his shadows and himself. But, the bigger question to people might be, why does this guy who has no work, nothing owns Spenser-Silver mansion?
Well he's job is enough to pay him that much that he can survive his whole life on it, but it is also able to destroy his whole life in a few seconds.
Eyes widening when gazing over at a black clothed figure exited his mansion, your brows furrowed as he made his way to his black Mercedes, you sprinted towards your car, making sure to keep at least a 2 metre distances to avoid getting caught.
The dark, sinister cheer filled the atmosphere as I stepped into the room where a octagonal ring made of ropes and gym mats. The crowd, roughly 100 people, 80% men with some women, roared and cheered on for their fighters. Everyday, thousands dollars are bet on these fighters, some fight for money and some for passion.
Sometimes you can find fighting rings which are permitted by the local government, but this was underground fighting which is illegal without permission.
They are often held on private property to skirt the law, illegally, and without rules, or very few rules, that often lead to true damage being done to one or both fighters. At some occasions it can lead to a painful death. Why is Taehyung here again?
My eyes monitored his every movement as he stepped closer to the ring, men cheered for their favourite fighter coming to the ground and women- disgustingly pulled their shirts down to show their cleavage as they screamed -
"Taehyungggg opppa" Clenching your fist together, you refrained from going over and pushing your fist down each of their throats. Bloody sluts.
As the fight began, you unconsciously sucked your bottom lip, fiddling with your phone, your gaze jumped from to Taehyung and his opponent.
As Taehyung kept ascending, the opponent took backward steps before ascending towards Taehyung, hitting him hard on the face with his boxing glove. The whole room cheered with loud silence, faces dropped watching their best fighter attacked by the opponent. However, the next moment blood flew across the boxing ring as Taehyung jumped on top of his opponent body, continuously punching his hips, stomach, as he coughed out a bottles of blood from his busted lips.
His persistent punching eventually gained loud applause as the opponent's body stayed lifeless on the cold floor of the underground fighting ring. The empire pulled Taehyung off the lifeless body as he felt his pulse, walking over to the middle he raised Taehyung's hand, he won once again.
Like always.
I won, my eyes moved at their free will, women and men cheered with smiles on their faces, however they seemed to be stuck on one place for the past few seconds.
Her. Smirking, Did she really think I believed her implausible claim of not following 24/7. Of course, I know she's following me, everywhere I go, but why?
Her eyes widened as her body froze on it's place post realizing my steps striding towards her. Hands clutched her tiny skirt as she tried to relax her breathing ,which was stuck in her throat- panic the only feeling which decorated her dimpled face- just before I swam through the crowd to reach her, her escaping back was the only thing visible to my eyes. Not today Lee Y/N.
As you tried dashing towards her car, your phone flew out of your hand while you came to a halt to grab the phone, instead you sensed a warm sensation of a body pressed onto your back. The black haired further pressed his face into the back of your neck- in between your light brown locks. You body stood still as his hands encircled your petite figure, pulling you even closer before pushing you against your car- your hands slammed against the car door stopping yourself from colliding face first to the car.
"Tell me, Why are you following me," Taehyung let out a low whisper as he put more weight onto my body, your arms trembled due to not being able to hold against so much weight
Your gave up as your body finally hit the door with loud smashing noise, you felt a smile spread his face as you hissed with pain because of the impact left on your upper body.
"I told you already Kim Taehyung I'm not following, we had this same conversation yesterday incase you forgot," in an instant your back clashed with the hard car door- his huge hands grabbed your shoulder as he gave sharp and a warning look before, "You think I'm stupid little boy who would believe your stupid words. And I'm giving you last warning Y/N, if you don't answer me the easier way then you know very well I have my own ways to get the truth out."
You would be lying if you said you weren't terrified of this devil in front of your eyes. Even though most of the time he acted like an innocent and pure child sent by fairies, he could still be a devil who fell from hell when he wanted to. But you couldn't tell him the reason behind you following him at any cost. If you spilled any of the reason in front of him- you knew all the hardwork would go in vain. Deciding to remain quite- you glanced at his face which showed nothing but a mixture of desperation and anger.
"WHY THE HELL-" She ripped him of my body as she fumed with rage- his eyes wavering in shock from seeing the women he had least expected to see in this situation.
"Arzoo"
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Stalking His Shadows
Fanfiction" can you just stop following me everywhere I go. Do you really think I can't sense your obsession over me" He shook me violently as he continued spitting venomous words, stepping over every single emotion, feelings which were only for him. Well not...
