"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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He awaited his breath to calm down before sitting up to grab his smoke.
The annoying crimson colored walls making him wince as he realized where he was again, coming down from the heady pleasure of finishing inside the girl's mouth.
The light clatter of his lighter, interrupting The steady rhythm of their rigid breathing. The aftermath of their labor hanging around them in an intoxicating mix of smell and smoke gave Namjoon the feeling of being content for a fleeting second. It rarely lasted more than ten minutes, yet he appreciated even these few moments of blissful numbness.
He leaned against the headboard of the cheap bed, looking down at the pretty blonde he'd grew attached to these past few months. She had a mouth like no other and never ending tricks that got to him every time.
Who was he kidding?
She just reminded him of her. The woman he couldn't get out of his system for so many years now. She was a disease, cursing through his vains like venomous poison. He sighed offering the breathless hooker his cigarette and she took it, taking a generous drag still eyeing him like a hungry lioness.
She handed the smoke back to him two drags later. She kept wondering why an incredibly good looking guy like him would seek the company of a hooker. She knew he could have anyone he wanted in his bed without spending a dollar, he was nerd hot, but hot none the less. Not to mention is association with Bangtan.
"Who's Ashley?" asked the hooker after a few moments of silence.
This wasn't the first time he'd called her by that name, and she'd been meaning to ask him since then, finally finding the courage to do so now. She had guessed it to be his ex or something but she never expected the reaction that followed. He halted in the middle of a drag, giving her a hard stare down that almost made her whimper in pain. He then looked away and released the smoke slowly through this nose, seeming to be completely unfazed.
The man didn't spare her one glance when he grabbed her by the back of her head, fisting the hair at the nape of her neck in a painful grasp. He dragged her face closer to his.
"You never heard me said that name," he threatened with a warning glare. "I find out you even so much as uttered that name, you will be found in a ditch behind the D. Got it?"
She frantically nodded her head looking up through pleading eyes, her hands grabbing the fist pulling at her hair. The girl nodded wordlessly more curious than ever now. She wouldn't dream of defying. The sewed bulletproof vest on the back of his leather jacket was proof enough that his threat was no joke. She might not know who he was, but she knew he was Bangtan.
Namjoon took pity and released her. He sighed taking one last drag and giving the half-smoked cigarette to her once more.
Namjoon sat up on the bed, grabbing his pants and shirt putting them on hastily. His mind was running a marathon, in contrast with his completely relaxed body.
