While he kissed to take your breath away and burn your heart with his sinful lips over your gleaming body, while he made your skin electricity with his stares and left you dizzy and drunk just by the grazing of his fingertips on your hot skin, little did you knew that while he worshipped your skin, his heart chanted someone's else name, his mind reminscened those heart wrenching yet pleasurable memories of his past. ❝Let me ask you, am I just a toy for you? Am I just an object you can use to drain away the stress of your day and cry in my arms for someone else? How am I supposed to live with you knowing that your heart still beats for someone else while you share your heart beats with me?❞ ________________________________ Maybe you left, but your memories didn't. He never knew that missing you will keep him more awake than coffee. ❝lol, doesn't it sucks that we can't go back to the past and make everything right?❞ a bitter chuckle left his mouth as he leaned back on his leather chair. ❝hyung....I miss her so much❞ a lone tear escaped his burning gaze unknowingly, followed by more and more unintentionally. [*Contains the mention of sexual violence*] © justjeonics

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

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