TWENTY FOUR/

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"if the hurt comes, so will the happiness."



seoul was way colder at night. the wind chilling and spiteful, hitting on your faces and goosebumps rising all across your skin. 

it was past midnight. the streets silent. the trees quaking in the gush of the air. 

a sleek car parked near the opening of the southern part of the seoul, the screeching of the tires echoing in the empty air.

the smell of trash and bins filled with used condoms, lined the roads. 

the tall figure coming out of the vehicle, scrunched his nose in disgust, placing a clear white handkerchief over his nose and walking straight, the wind bellowing his heavy coat. 

arrays of brothels and strip clubs lined the two sides of the dirty street like boulevards, as the man continued walking, eyebrows furrowed, the headlights of the car illuminating his background. 


standing before a familiar door, the man looked at either sides before knocking thrice. 

the door opened a few minutes later revealing a lanky girl of seventeen, in a net overall, leaning against the door, chewing a gum, smacking her lips in an exaggerated manner.

the man gritted his teeth.

"did he come here?" 

the girl raked her eyes over the man's body, her stark green eyes glinting in an awful manner.

she nodded her head, shifting away to allow the man to enter. 

the place extremely small and shabby with half naked men and women lounging here and there, some smoking and some staring at the man who entered.

it was seriously not a good place at all, even the anonymous person was getting uneasy but he had business. and he had to fulfill it.

"long time no see." 

the man turned his head to a familiar sultry voice and was faced by an exotic face. 

a beautiful female, with waist length dark hair, deep set of raven eyes. a perfect smirk was playing on her lips, her skin practically glowing underneath the cheap lights. 

"i asked you to do one job, yeona. what the fuck did you do, huh?"  the man snarled, inching closer to the unfazed female. 

the entire room went silent, young girls staring at the intruder with fearful eyes, as he dragged the woman away from the crowd, towards a more secluded place.

"would you like it. if i call up the police and tell them what you're up to?" the woman said as she was pushed against a rough wall, her back scraping the cement, pain shooting up her body. 

the man growled, his warm breathe hitting her face as the girl looked away, gritting her teeth.

"what did you say? call the police, huh? go ahead, you slut. they too are under my control." he whispered in her ear, as his fingers pressed her further against the wall. 

tears of pain were pooling in yeona'a eyes as she somehow faced the man, her eyes burning a red colour.

"leave me, you asshole. he's my son for god's sake-"

"well that wasn't in your mind when you fucked the life out of him, you bitch." 

yeona sobbed as tears fell down her eyes, rolling off her cheeks, destroying the make-up. 

"i want. kim taehyung. dead. you hear me? fucking dead." the man said, as he pushed himself away from yeona, glaring at the crying woman. 

the woman slid down the wall, crying hysterically as she watched the man walk away, before spitting in front of her. 

the cold wind prickled her skin, as yeona kept on sitting on the floor, motionless and lifelessly staring in front. 

the surroundings howled and screamed along with her, bouncing off the walls.

a sinister smile spread across her red lips as she wiped the stray tears with the back of her hand. 

how long will you run, taehyungie?

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[a/n]

my god this is so haphazard. 

anyways, who do you think this "mystery man" is? ;)

do comment below.

i hope you liked this chapter.

lots of love.

cassandra.


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