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It's dark. I'm sitting on my bike with my black helmet set in front of me right between the handles of my black Harley. My black jacket protects me from the cool wind outside. It's not winter yet but we're moving towards it, so the wind gets cold at this hour.

My feet are set on the floor firmly as I look up at the window of certain house. My hair flow softly in breeze as I lick my lips to calm the thirst down inside me after seeing her. The window shows the room whose lights are on, the curtains are pulled apart as I see my beautiful girl stalling inside.

Her hair are pulled up in a bun. She's laughing while talking with somebody. No, it isn't some man. See when I said that I've done by thorough check up on her, I meant her phone too. After breaking into her house a few times, it wasn't that difficult for me to hack her phone. It's nothing but a little invasion of privacy, right?

I mean I need to know what my peach sees, searches or speak when she's on her phone. She's really interesting, to be honest, and I find it cute.

Just yesterday, she searched about some barbie movie and after a few hours, she was researching whether getting turned on by fear is normal or not.

My lips curl up as I scoff. The girl under round specs and those innocent choco chip eyes, is a very kinky one and I know it. Sometimes I look at her and wonder what her kinks would be. Well, if she gets turned on by fear, which is probably caused by me, then she's just my type.

Fuck, it's like she's custom made for me. Only me.

I'll love to bring all those dirty sides of her outside. She'll be my dirty little girl. Fuck. It isn't like I've never been attracted to some girl this much, it's the fetishness and the damn obsession that this girl has allured on me. I won't say she's any different from other girls, but it's just the way she is. She's the most girl girl I've seen.

She's comfortable in what she is. She doesn't want to be any different, she has accepted herself and I admire this the most about her. Though I can still see some cracks in her mask, I can still peak inside those seams and see the paradise. I think that I know everything about her, but do I know the things that still stay deep inside her heart and soul? No.

But I want to know. Fuck, I want her to sit with me as she rants about what she thinks, any dumb thing, I'll listen to her. I've always seen her listening, zoning out in conversations and just simply being in the conversation but not being present in them. I want to know everything that goes in her mind.

Right now as I look at her smiling, I feel warmness inside. Her torso is visible from where I am. She's wearing a tight tank top which hugs her body very tightly. I can see the outline of her breasts as she walks around her room. Her chest shaking with her laughter.

My mouth goes dry as I keep staring at her tits. They're not very big, nor very small, just the perfect size. The amount that can be cupped by my hands easily. My dick twitches at thought. So badly I want to fuck her tits too.

I look down at the front of my pants, cursing at my horny dick. This horny mother fucker always fantasize about her. We gotta wait for our shot dude, don't want to rush it all, do we?

I love when I bother her. Her pouting at me and glaring at me like a kitten, she's too impossible to resist. Sometimes I feel like caressing her and she if she mewls in my touch or if she'll look at me with same thirsty eyes that I look at her with.

The very fresh memory of her rubbing herself shamelessly on my thigh few days back like a desperate whore invades my mind. I thought it was me who was desperate but God damn, she's even more desperate than I could imagine.

I've fucked handful of girls, but the satisfaction this girl gave me was immeasurable. I hadn't even touched her yet, still I can tell how she would feel. Her soft soft skin under my rough hands would feel like feather in the touch of beast.

I just can't go and fuck some other girl to get rid of this sexual exhaustion. I can't even get hard even after seeing their dripping pussies. I almost thought I had erectile dysfunction but when I think of the sight to her on her knees with my dick in her mouth, choking, spurting and gagging on it, my moody dick comes to life, hard as stone and so desperate that I had to jerk off thinking of fucking her. I feel like some fucking horny teenager with no chicks.

Only I know how much I want to barge in and just fuck the daylights out of her while I hear her moan for me like she did in that classroom. Those voices become the only source through which I cum these days. I want to fuck her so bad but not now. I'm waiting for the right opportunity.

I look up at her again. She has cut her phone now. Her smile slowly fades as she looks the phone's screen. She sighs heavily and walks towards her bed. I guess she's going to sleep when I see her lights getting dim. She's afraid of dark. The lights are always on in her apartment, now that she knows I visit her, she don't turn them off at all.

Ritually, I should be going inside her house I few minutes. That's what I do when I come here to see her but today I won't. Actually, u can't because in few minutes I'll have to go on a little mission.

Just as I'm thinking about it, my phone vibrates in my pants. Taking it out, I look at the screen. John, it says. I pick it up.

"Jeon, we need to be there soon," no casualties were said as he straight comes to the point.

"Be there. I'm on my way," I tell him and straight cut the call.

I look at her window one last time for the night as I wear the helmet once again. Starting my Harley, it's engine howls in the quite atmosphere of night. I don't care that people mightve woken up around, I just get to my work. I need to be there in almost ten minutes.

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Lim's residence.

The board reads. I look at Micheal who is my partner in works like these too. Blue stones has one of the best working men in it. Everyone expertise in one thing or another. Anyone can kill, torture, but picking up people isn't what anyone can do. One needs to have courage to step in because it's a risky work to do. Who knows how strong the enemy is? Presence of mind needs to be too sharp and guts to jump into a den without having the knowledge whether the lion is there or not, isn't easy.

The sleaknes you need to follow to break into someone's house and then pick the person up isn't a child's play. There are so few boys in the organisation who can do it and volunteer to do it.

Me being the son of the monster always jumps up in situations like these. I love scaring the shit out of people. There aren't many people I picked up before with Michael but the ones I've actually laid my hands on were just some bratty boys who try to challenge us for the sake of pissing us off. They realize that they literally picked up a fight with wrong group after they see just how we deal with roaches like them.

However Today, it's different. The person we're going to take with us is a middle aged man. I don't know much about him other than that he runs business underground in drugs and stuff. The leader of Blue Stones, Kwang Jae Sung who's also a middle aged man with big companies under him, just instructed us to do this with little information about their internal beef. I'm so sure Jae Sung is also underworld boss of some business, which I don't know about yet.

My dad is his friend, they've been together since school. The thing about Blue Stones is that it's an organization that works on inheritance. Park Jae Sung's and my dad's ancestors were part of this organisation too. The existence of it dates back to the days when the university came into existence. To continue the legacy, I had no choice but to be the member in here too.

I love being the part of this organization, to be honest. It's the thrill, the power and the dominance. I love knowing that I'm one of the greatest here because I'm known for my excellence and according to Jae Sung, I'll be the next leader. He doesn't have an offspring, neither is he married. It's all purely due to my caliber that he wants me to be the next leader. I hold pride in it and I want to live by it.

To keep my image up in the boys who practically look up to me and also in my dad and Jae Sung's mind, I always give my best when I'm out at missions. There hasn't been a single time where I missed any chance and it'll stay like that.

Hence, our today's target is Lim Jinyeon.

The cool air hits my skin as the stars shine brightly open us. It's a new moon night, so it's kind of darker than usual. We don't have to bother about the dark, we have our night vision binoculars hanging through our necks, ready for work when they'll be needed.

Michael has his SUV parked out of the big house which is literally made in the middle of nowhere. There are trees outside, nearly no other house in sight. The location looks like there is something very suspicious that goes on over here.

"Ready?" I ask Mi.

My heart is beating at higher speed with all the adrenaline. Michael nods at me and we both wear our ghost masks on. My warm breath hits with the plastic of the mask. With my determined soul, I gesture Michael to get moving without wasting any single second.

The outer gate is locked, it's an automated door and can't be opened without the right pass, but hacking has never been a difficult thing for us to do. We did it right after Jinyeon arrived at his home tonight, all stress free to get off the frustration of whole day. Poor man is about to get kidnapped and he doesn't even know.

Michael and I enter the front gate without any hesitation. It was the easiest thing to do. Crossing the small front yard. The small pebbles and few leaves crunch under our feet as we walk towards the house. The crickets sing around the bushes peacefully and the leaves shatter with each other creating a blissful noise.

As we reach the porch steps of the house, I gesture Mi to open the door. He uses his masterskill of opening the door lock by using a hairpin which is always with him that apparently belongs to Emily, his girlfriend. Cute, right?

Once the door smoothly opens, we enter in. The cameras around here won't work either. Isn't this so thrilling? I love this part of the mission. Going in, show your appearance and hear the screams, love scaring people.

The excitement rushes in me as we both locate the stairs after entering inside. We know which room is his, we won't do anything else. Just kidnap him and submit him to Jae Sung. Once we reach the stairs, we climb up. There's no noise that can be heard except of my breathing which is distorted because of the mask.

Once we reach the floor, we turn the right and reach a closed door. He's behind this door. I sigh and look at Mi. The similar ghost mask comes in my view. I gesture him to continue with it and that's what we do.

We both take our guns out of our jeans' waistband from behind. They are fully loaded. We need something to be prepared with. Though we have to take him with us alive, if he tries to pull some shit on us, we can still shoot him somewhere at safe zone for self defense. Otherwise if he's a weak tard, it'll be easy. We'll scare him then I'll insert the injection into his neck, drugging him. He'll pass out and boom, we'll take him. It's easy, I hope the second scenario happens. I'm exhausted today.

Anyways on count of three, we open the door. It gets opened easily. As we open the door, we see quite a peaceful atmosphere. I bring my night vision binoculars up to my mask clad eyes and see in front. I see a bed and a blanket drapped over someone, probably our target.

Not having another second to waste, I turn the lights on through the switch that's on the left side of the door. The brightness feels the room.

Before I could re adjust in the bright light, I hear a female scream. Michael and I point our guns towards the source. A woman jolts awake as she screams on seeing us. Hearing her screams, the middle aged man next to her wakes up too.

He has a wife?

"Hands up!" I order, not caring much about the unwanted female here.

"Who are you?!" Jinyeon shouts. The woman next to him starts crying loudly.

We both sprint towards them. Jinyeon's hand reaches for his drawer but before he could touch anything, I reach him. I kick his arm and he yells out in pain.

"Does it matter?" I ask him, through my gritted teeth behind the mask. I stand by the drawer so he doesn't reach their again.

Michael has his gun pointed at the female we know nothing about. She's terrified to hell but it's strange how they're in such dangerous situation and she's not even trying to save her husband. She looks pale and covered in sweat beads by now but she ain't even saying anything, just looking at us.

"Get out of the bed!" I order Jinyeon, got no time to waste

"You'll regret this! When they'll know you-"

Frustration roars through me as I punch his face hard making him grunt before I push my gun to his forehead. The punch was hard enough to bring a straight red line of blood out of his nose that flows down to his lips. His wife closes her eyes, joining her hands, definitely scared. Grabbing Jinyeon's jaw harshly, I bring my mask clad face near to his face.

"You'll be a gone game by the time they'll know. So fucking move out of the bed before I beat you to pulp!" I hiss out.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

A sweet little voice filled with terror reaches my ear again. I look towards the door, where it came from. I see a small body of a girl standing there with a stuffed elephant, almost half of her size, in her tight hold of one hand. She looks almost six to seven years old. Just as old as Juri.

She looks at the scene with terrified big eyes. Her hair are disshelved, her little pyjama's set wrinkled and round full cheeks stained with tears.

They had a daughter? Not once have I kidnapped any person like this who has a family. Being a family person myself, I don't like to break them apart. Jae Sung knew it, still he sent me in here. Michael looks at me and I, at him. He's just as oblivious too.

"Mira!" the woman speaks from the bed. She's scared we'll do something to the little girl.

"Get out of here!" she screams at her.

My heart races faster as I look at the little girl's terrified state, almost seeing my little sister in her.

No, I'm here on a mission. I shouldn't be distracted. I'm just given a work, I'll do it. Get Jinyeon to Jae Sung alive and my work will be done. There's no room for emotions when you're in a work like this.

My grip on the gun in my hand tightens. Don't lose focus, Jeon. You need to take him. My forehead starts sweating as I gather my courage back.

"Mommy I'm scared...," Mira hiccups out as she starts crying after seeing us. She runs towards her mom, dropping her stuffed toy by the doorway only.

Taking advantage of the situation and my lack of attention, Jinyeon pushes my body away from the bed with his hands. I grunt as I lunge backwards. Jinyeon crawls out of his bed as I try not to stumble back while not dropping the gun. Michael leaves his spot next to the woman and little girl to catch the motherfucker.

"Stay there!" I shout at Mi.

Once completely on my balance, I run towards the escaping bastard. His trembling legs aren't fast enough as I catch up to him before he even crosses the area of his room. I reach my arm out for him and hit the back of his head with my gun. Jinyeon screams out as he clutches the back of his head before falling down on his knees. Mira screams out, hugging her mother, crying even harder.

"Stay silent!" I hear Michael scream at the crying girl.

Her cries get muffled probably because her mother is stopping her for crying for her father who's on the floor.

I grab the hair on his nape and kick his back hardly. He let's out another old scream before he gets slammed into the floor on his stomach. I sit on his back as I yank his head up by tightly clutching his whitening hair.

"Don't try to be the fucking mouse, you bastard," I warn him as I slam his head on the floor next. It was hard but not enough to make him go unconscious, it must've spun his head for a moment though.

"Please! Please leave me!" he pleads under me.

"We didn't do all that just to leave you," I tell him and again bang his head into the wooden floor. He screams out in pain again.

I reach for my pocket to bring the injection out. Jinyeon starts struggling to set free but my weight is enough to push his lousy body down.

"Fuck! Leave me! I have a wife and daughter to take care of!" he begs me. My actions halt for a second.

"Leave daddy alone!" I hear the little girl yells in her hoarse voice, because of all the crying. My heart pangs at her request.

"Hey! Stay silent before I blow your mind out," I hear Mi warn her.

"No, please don't kill my daughter! Please!" her mother pleads while crying hard as she hugs her crying child.

My breathing turns frantic as I look down at the struggling man while hearing them crying behind me. I know nothing about this man. I was just given a target to bring to Jae Sung. Our leader isn't a bad man but i feel hesitant now.

Emotions are your biggest enemies, either kill them or control them.

That's what Jae Sung told me on our very first meeting. He might've seen through me, might've known that at some point of time emotions will overpower me. But hadn't I learned to control them? I've been the perfect and best man of his for years. No disappointment whatsoever.

My heart roars against my chest as I take a deep breathe in. It's not as difficult as I think it is. If Jae Sung has told us to get him, there has to be a reason. What will happen to his family isn't my concern, it shouldn't be my concern. I'm here to take him, that's all I'll do.

"Do it fast, dude!" Michael calls me.

The struggling Jinyeon gets more alert, begging on and on to let him go. I swiftly take the cap off the syringe and with one last deep breathe, shoot it right into his neck.

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With my mind still processing to get the image of that little girl out of my head and heart still palpating at highest rate, I march towards the office of Jae Sung.

Jinyeon was kidnapped and taken to the main headquarter of our organisation. Blood roars in my veins as my eyebrows are furrowed. I've done it all like he told me but what is still pissing me off is the lack of initial information that he gave me. He didn't tell me about Jinyeon's family. As he was my target, I needed to know it. I deserved to know it before preparing myself.

I can't keep doing this if I don't get enough respect to be fucking told before I go on a mission. Just because I'm best in this for Jae Sung, doesn't mean he'll disrespect my work by hiding things from me that actually concerns me.

I take the turn towards his office and when I reach, I barge in without doing the formality of knocking on the door. But once I enter, I immediately regret not knocking.

Jae Sung is standing there with a blunt in his fingers as he smokes it. His other hand is pushing the head of a woman into the desk in front of him. The moans and cries of her echoes around the caramel walls of the office as I see Jae Sung fucking her hard right there.

On seeing me barging in, the woman looks up at me. She doesn't shy away or something, instead she smirks at me. Jae Sung doesn't stop with pounding as the girl's hair bounce meeting his thrusts. She moans even louder on seeing me. Jae Sung leaves a puff of smoke out as he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Wait a minute, kid," Jae Sung's raspy voice tells me.

My scowl deepens as I stand there watching live porn in front of my eyes. It's not like I haven't seen this before. Jae Sung doesn't have a family, but it also doesn't mean that he doesn't has needs. For all I know, this man changes women every week. This women bent over his table is new too, I haven't seen him with her before.

The man in here are all sorts of nasty and shameless motherfuckers. Watching sex openly isn't a rare sight and I've gotten used to it.

I like privacy in stuff like this. I can never imagine these hungry eyes seeing my girl in position like that.

The mere thought of my girl bring the very beautiful face of my Hana in my brain. Fuck, all the events gave me totally no time to fantasize about her. I could've been at my place right now jerking off to her thought but here I am in this building wasting my night away. I love thinking about her and this man is totally ruining it, spiking my anger even more.

A loud moan-y scream brings my attention back to the scene in front of me as I stand in front of them with my arms crossed in front of my chest. Jae Sung grunts behind her indicating he has finished too. Great. Let's get to the topic.

"We need to talk, Jae Sung," I tell him.

He nods and let's out the last puff of smoke before he crushes the used blunt in the ashtray. The woman under him gets up and straightens her dress. They kiss each other once again before she sways her hips away from him. She walks towards the door, near which I'm standing. Her eyes looks at me seductively as I see her passing a kiss at me. I just bore my eyes into her, filled with anger. I don't beat women and I want to keep it that way. She takes the hint and just passes by me.

"You did great, kid," he says, making me look at him as he adjusts his pants too.

I walk towards his filthy desk and slam my fists on it.

"You didn't tell me he has a family," I complaint, completely aggravated at the fact.

"It shouldn't matter for you. Your job was to pick him up and bring him to me," he reason out.

"And I deserve to know about my subject!"

"Why does it matter to you? Is it because of his little daughter?"

I look at him and he stands firmly on his feet. His sharp eyes bore into mine. His dishelved hair with a few white hair here and there gets set by him as he rakes his hand through them.

I don't answer him. I don't know how to answer him about this question.

"Jinyeon does child trafficking and do you know who his next product was?"

My eyebrows relaxe as I connect the dots.

"Mira?" I ask.

"Yes. And the woman with him was his mistress. He isn't married or anything. He fucks women and gets offspring. Then just sells them in black market"

I look around as I try to think about it. Is that why that woman wasn't trying to save him? Did she know about it? I look back at Jae Sung.

"Just because I don't have a family doesn't mean I'll break the good ones. Beside that, I told you to control your emotions, Jungkook. You're going to be the next leader, we don't need a weak heart like yours," he tells me.

"It's not about emotions. It's about disrespect you gave me by not giving me the full information about my subject. What if I ended up hurting someone else unintentionally?"

"So what? The consequences isn't your thing to see, your job was to bring him alive to me, you did it. That's fucking it. Go back home, kid, I need to rest too. It's past midnight," Jae Sung says, unbothered.

My fists clench on the table as I stop the urge to punch him. With my eyes boring into his, I lean forward to him.

" Next leader, you say? Then listen to me carefully Jae Sung. Next time, I need every single detail about the person I'm going to pick up. You need me for the work, so fucking respect my condition as well," I warn him and he scoffs, almost amused.

"Be grateful you're the best one here," he warns me.

"Am I? So fucking respect that."

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Next day: in the morning.

It's Sunday today and my head is pounding like I have some hangover.

Days like today feel so free. I usually take rest these days unless it's emergency which needs my utermost presence. Or if you you asked me a few weeks ago on what I do on weekends, I might've answered working out, sometimes going out having fun and then fucking the whole night and day. Some random girl I meet in club or some sex partner worked fine for me. We meet, fuck and then just say our goodbyes. The women leave me with total satisfaction and end up asking for a night or more in future but that's the thing, I didn't do that.

Not to sound much of a narcissist but I know how easily women tend to get attached to someone who's usually good with his dick. It's impossible for them to get the best fuck of their lives and then just move on to only remember it as a good night. They crawl back to me and I knew they would, which is why I ended up breaking their hopes up. I don't care about how bad they felt, it was about what I felt. And I only wanted a way to get my exhaustion off, nothing else.

I mean that's what I would've told you if you asked me a few weeks back, but not now. These days, it's different. My dick doesn't want to fuck just anyone now. My body doesn't want to be close to anyone else now and my hand don't even want to touch anyone that's not her.

I miss Hana. My peach.

I saw her yesterday before the mission. When I came back home, all I did was shower with my mind still heavy. I just wanted to sleep and terribly missed Hana for some unknown reason. I haven't even had her yet. She's just lingering in my mind with her beautiful body and face. I see her smiling and then see her teary face when she was om her knees.

I groan again at the thought as my dick twitches. This monster won't gain peace until it gets buried deep inside that one girl.

Fuck.

Just a thought of fucking her drives me insane. I can tell how scared and vulnerable she'll be in my arms as I'll fuck her tiny virgin hole with my tongue, fingers and my pierced dick. She'd cry as I'll enter her, telling me how good she feels with me filling her up. Her whines, moans, whimpers.

I never believed in praying but I'll fucking worship her body.

Soon. In some days, I'll be the one and only to fuck her, see her shaking under, over, next to me. I've smelled her arousal. That day in that classroom, she was so fucking wet, I could smell it from where I was standing in front of her.

She smelled like heaven, pure nirvana, the sentence to my death, the sweetest thing ever. Her smell still lingers in my mind, causing an illusion to my senses that I suddenly feel like she's here in front of me, again rubbing shamelessly on my thigh. But only this time, we're naked and her wet tiny pussy is rubbing over my built hard thigh.

"Ugh," I groan as I suddenly stand up from my couch.

She's a fucking temptress and I'm tempted. My dick is pulsing hard as I look down at the heavy bulge in my boxers. I'm wearing nothing but this piece of cloth on me right now. I woke up just an hour ago. Went to the kitchen to take my daily morning dose of coffee. But instead I sat here on my couch and started fantasizing about her. See. That's what she has done to me.

Every time my mind doesn't have anything to think, it thinks about her. Her body, her eyes, her voice, her lips, just fucking her! Sometimes I feel like giving in onto this temptation and barge into her house and fuck her right where I see her but then I control. I need to-

A loud ring of my phone brings me back from the dirty daydreams about my peach. I look down at the table and see a call from Mom. She always calls me on Sundays. Of course she knows that her hell of a son is never free, always running some errand here or there. But on this day, she never misses.

I pick my phone up, immediately and accept the call.

"Good morning, mom," I greet her.

"Juri wait!" I hear loud commotion from the other side. Then I hear sharp barefoot steps.

"Jungkookie! Video call me," I hear the sweetest voice of my little sister. A smile decorates my face on hearing her fast breathing which must be because of all the running she was doing.

"What happened?" I ask her in the voice that is only reserved for her.

"Just do it, please!" she requests.

"OK. Gimme a few minutes, please?" I ask her as I walk my body towards my room. I can't just video call her without wearing anything. I'm a big brother, have to do big brother things now.

I hear her little hum from the other side, I can also hear mom behind too. She's probably saying something to her or me but before I could comprehend, the line went off.

I grin at her cuteness. I don't know what would I have been if it weren't for Juri. I still remember the first time I held her all those seven years back. I was an disobedient child in his fresh teens getting exposed to outer world, smoking stuff with my friends behind my parents back, trying to do cool stuff and beating people up for no reason. Don't ask me how I reacted when my fourteen years old self got to know that mom was pregnant. I didn't want a sibling, didn't want to share my space with a little human sized beyblade out of nowhere and certainly had almost zero affection towards the unborn baby.

However, the day she was born, it all just changed in a minute. My life suddenly started revolving around her. I kicked everyone's ass who tried to tease my little sister. I wanted to protect her from every bad person out there, wanted to be a mentor for her and give her all my love. I quit smoking, changed my friends and started understanding the value of family, especially Juri.

With memories still playing in my mind, I walk towards my closet. Picking out my black t shirt, I wear it. I look at my tattoos in process. I loved tattoos from the day I found out about them, always wanted to have them and when I got of age I did. Quite a lot. Mom and dad never criticized my choices, so they never interfered but I was scared of Juri's reaction. She was still a toddler at that time. Where I thought she'll get scared of them, she ended up proving that she indeed is, my sister. She loved them! So much, she always colors my tattoos when I'm at home with her.

I miss her now.

I don't bother wearing anything underneath because they'll only see my upper half in the vc. Not wasting much time, I pick my laptop up and turn it on as I try to set my free strands into a more organized hairstyle. In next few minutes, I set up the laptop, turn the video call on and wait for the other end to pick up.

The moment the screen shows the little face of my angel, I grin widely at her.

"Hello Jungkookie!" she shrieks loudly.

"Hi angel. How are you?" I ask her.

She's sitting so close to the camera, I can even see her long eyelashes. She's literally like some angel, the embodiment of cutest angel. I just want to hug her tight and listen to her laughing out loud in my arms.

"'M good. Jungkookie, are you free tomorrow?" she hurriedly asks me.

"I'll free my time for you. Tell me what my angel wants? " I ask her and she grins at me, with the front tooth missing, showing hollow in there. I remember her calling me a few days back and telling me how tooth fairy came and took her tooth away. I've always found this stuff useless but seeing her enthusiasm and smile, I just couldn't correct her narrative.

"Mm you know the place we took chocie from?" she starts.

Chocie is her little pomeranian dog. The place she's talking about is the same shelter Hana work at. I mean how can I ever forget about that place? That was the first place I saw her at. I thank my little sister for running a hovac all around the house that day because she wanted to pet a dog. If it weren't for her, I don't think I would've seen Hana there.

Isn't she just a little cupid?

"Yes," I answer her as I wait for her to tell me her real motive.

"The pretty girl there told me that they're having a pet fest on [insert some date]. Can we go there, pleeeeeeease?" she prolongs at the end.

I just look at her. Staring right into her puppy like eyes.

My mouth grows into another wide smile.

Is she kidding me?

I'm so thankful for having a little sister like her!

How can I ever, like even if the asteroids collide the earth or a fucking earthquake destroys the planet or some great tsunami hits the place, like ever say no to this?!

"Isn't it tomorrow?" I ask her and she nods, confirming me.

"Can you, Jungkookie?" she asks me again.

"OK, angel. We can go." I mean how can I not?

She throws her arms up in the air as she shrieks loudly. Mom comes up behind her to stop her from ending up being hurt. I laugh at the commotion as my heart already starts beating loudly at the thought of seeing her surprised face tomorrow.

I can't wait.

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Wanted to show my bad boy do his bad boy things. Also, a little soft Jungkookie? Only for his angel tho (not you)

And, I've been seeing people asking me if Hana's character is somehow relatable to me. Well, the answer is no. Hana's character is so not me. I love gossiping, so can never be me. I don't have voice in my head either, no suicidal thoughts either. So no, she's not inspired by my real life.

I hope you loved the chapter! I'll try to double update next chapters 🩷

~Aster 🌸