"But why? What's the matter?"

"Just come with me!" I hated touching women without their consent but what I had seen was enough for me to immediately escort Y/n to anywhere safe.

Dongchun isn't the place for women to be safe and even I have earned my home here with extreme difficulty. I grabbed my keys and raggedly pulled Y/n along with me. Yeonjun eyed me suspiciously but the heaven always pries on us and do we care?

"What's wrong with you!" She yanked her hand away from my grip. We had already come out of our tower, the eerie cold breeze of the sea blowing around us. I did not have enough time to negotiate the wrong in me but I knew I was due an explanation. I had to let her know a little about it before I proceeded.

"What? Huh-" Her eyes glared at me, albeit a little shockingly. I imagined her to be cursing my whole ancestry and my life history–including me–but I do not blame her. My current motto was to keep her identity hidden from the view.

"While it might just seem like you're swapping spit, the act of kissing is one way the body subconsciously decides whether or not you'd want to make a baby with this person or, at the very least, hook up."

"It's indeed special because the amount of awkwardness before the kiss is little high, mixed thoughts and emotions starts running into your mind that how will it go, what to do or what not to do."

I have always disregarded the feeling of falling in love. Everytime I had a stance of love, I ended up feeling betrayed and lonely. Hence I never took much heed of what Yeonjun and his love of life had insisted me about.  

Yet upon experiencing the subtle sensation of electricity flowing through my veins, that rush of adrenaline, I believe all that they documented for me.

It feels like soft rain on a summer evening when the leaves rustled elegantly. It feels like an explosion of the best flavours in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the best taste and sensation you've ever felt. My lips were smashed on hers, kissing her like I wanted to be kissed, like no person–alive or dead–had ever kissed.

Soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.

The heat rose in her cheeks–tinting them a firm shade of red–the heat that I felt in me. A quick, or electric, and delicious, then firmer, more determined and more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of us.

Oh so heavenly it would have been but a bullet of regret shot in me when I realised, I had legally molested her. Sexual touching of any kind that is unwanted or coerced, including kissing or groping, is an act of violence and sexual assault.

I let my eyes scan for security and pulled away, making sure even if our partnership breaks, she'll be safe. I have had enough losses.

I swallowed a mouthful of my saliva, looking down at the ground, and quickly opened the car door.

"Mhm!" I heard her clearing her throat and if what I did was a fight, now I must flight.

"Wait for me. Let me get in." She spoke silently, her voice barely audible. I waited for her to get seated physically comfortably although I do not expected her to be mentally comfortable around me anymore.

I started the engine and a constant sound in the mid-range that may be felt through the steering wheel or floor, vibrating like an electric shaver, shook me a little. Somehow I was afraid. I couldn't recognise the actual reason of my fear but I was afraid.

"Soobin Choi, you owe me an explanation." Her voice remained as consistent as ever with no reference left for me to elucidate whether we were still in this together.

I remained silent and created a mesh of jumbled words, arranging each one by one and forming sentences to make a paragraph and explain everything. But all that I could utter was just an apology, a worthless apology, "I'm sorry."

"I don't mind it. Whom were you trying to protect me from?" She enquired. Her eyes did not look in my direction, still focused outside on the lampposts.

"Did you already know that?" I whispered, almost inaudible. I wanted to put my head low but I was driving. Couldn't I be killed aleady? 

"I guessed it. Whom did you see?"

"Kwan Kang Dae." Her eyes fixed straight at me, the fear and distress bubbling in them. I was equally afraid of the new emperor of the underground world.

"But why is he..."

"Old Rivalry. It all started when Beomgyu and I first met eachother. It has to be sometime around 2014. Tragically or rationally, we all live in a pathetic world and a sick life. The poor has happiness in little things but a constant need of better facilities, jobs or money. The rich has everything but happiness due to constant fear of loss. The middlemen, the average of all, have neither and always want more. But rarely we live all these categories of financial life. Kang Dae lived each of them."

"Are you somehow related to that 2014 serial... No, you can't be. Can you?"

"Well if I judge from the general perspective of what 'related' means here, I was not. But if I tell you from the literal perspective, I was."

"You were?" I heaved a deep breath, preparing for a tumultuous bunch of thoughts and memories I wish I could forget.

I was brought up motherless. Hearing my friends talk about doing stuff with their moms or watching them play ball at the park was very hard on me. I often  felt rejected and abandoned. There was nothing that equalled to the nurturing love of a mother.

I got angry for silly reasons and felt unloved.  I got jealous when I saw other girls and boys with their mom, or do shopping together, thinking how unlucky they were. And how I was a pitty.

"I struggled to make my way out. No, no I did not do drugs. I did not serve in any illegal organisation. But I was brought up so. Kang Dae isn't as old, a few years older than Yeonjun. And he brought me up until I found Yeonjun and ran away..."

"Boys don't cry. Why are you crying like a girl?"

"I wished being a guy was easier. I wished I had no one to stop me from being a human."

Memories bring us back to what we are. But everything that we see has a perspective. A positive and a negative. In my case, however unfortunate, it was positive. Positive from the face that I grew up well. Negative from the face that I grew up not as me.

"Soobin, it's okay. Boys cry. You can cry." The softness of her beautifully made metacarpus rested over my biceps. I looked at her, not realising how long she had been looking at me that her eyes had little droplets of tears. I could burn the world but not make her cry. Did I make her cry?

"Look, there are a lot of secrets in the world, in our lives, that we're bound to hide. But I think you should tell me why you ran away to Yeonjun. You don't have to explain, just say." Her eyes softened and almost closed, forming a small curve. They appeared to have disappeared but I could still see a starry glow, a glow of warmth.

"I am our father's..."

"Soobin, watch out!"  The tires screeched on the roughly textured road and my car tumbled over the sidewalk. A sudden loud noise of a bullet firing and a sharp gash of something big and fast, cut through the air and made a hole in my windshield.

I looked over the black Maserati car chasing behind our old Lexus with a speed of atleast 235 kmph. I immediately knew who it belonged to. How could I mistake the gold eagle with a scar across its eye made up of a Burmese Ruby. Although I was far away from the car, the driver needed less than 3 minutes to overtake me.

I changed the gear, quickly turning the direction towards the cliff. I had expected to camouflage among the wild vegetation but luck was never my friend. Another convoy of big Range Rovers surrounded us.

"Soobin..."

"It's Kang Dae. He has mistaken you to be someone else and I'm afraid, he aims to kill you. We have to escape but I can't find a way out!" My brain had given upon my body. I had none of my senses but my intuition working and grabbing anything. I was driving like a maniac and no doubt Yeonjun would be mad like hell with me for the damage it'll cause, but my fear knew no bounds. Confusion and trepidation was at its peak with no visible options.

I could see some of his sidekicks getting closer to the boot of the car.

"What... Y/n, sit down! Sit down! You'll get shot! Y/n!" I couldn't help but close my eyes momentarily when the sound I feared, rang again. It felt closer, much closer to me. Fear is a strong emotion. Fear can do anything. But most importantly, fear can kill anybody without any dire proofs.

"Rush!" I felt my breath being pulled back into me as I heard her husky tone, that which I heard on her tree house earlier.

"Y/n!" I shot my eyes open and found the retractable roof removed. Her hands held two pistols firmly as they clicked on the trigger, shooting the hands of the ones that targeted her. But the cars hadn't stopped.

She exchanged a minute of glance at me as she ripped of the leather sheath over the cartridge and inserted them back into the pistols. The breeze blew through the strands of her hair and she shot, she shot another bullet. I was mesmerised, I must say. But I didn't realise when she had already made sure no car caught up in any time sooner.

"How... How did they stop?" I blurted out.

"Punctured the tires."

"Aren't you supposed to not have firearms?"

"Can you stop the car?" I hit the breaks and took over the edge of the valley. I didn't understand the exact cause of her stopping the car but I did not disobey. We boarded off and stood over the cemented pavilion.

"Why'd you ask me to-" I choked on my sentence as her hands suddenly wrapped around my neck.

"You ask me why I carry guns, huh? You ask me why I carry gun! If it weren't for these illegal guns, who would have saved you, huh?" I would have killed somebody if they touched me but something stopped me. I was enjoying the rocking movement of her hands and it felt like I was familiar to that.

"Okay, Okay! I accept. I lose." She let go off me and I laughed. I must have looked like a stupid brat when I laughed but I laughed.

"You better not argue about my weapons, I swear." She huffed and stamped my foot. She appeared to be aggressive but I barely felt her over. I wish I had.

"Okay, I promise."

"Now that's like a good boy. You shouldn't go home today. They'll cause trouble again. Why don't you stay over my place and we work on what to work out next? My Dami eonnie will do us a lot of help." She smiled at me. The tires of my old car rolled towards our destination again as I agreed to accept the reality, the reality that my life tonight was insecure if I returned back to where I grew up.

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HEY ROSAIRIESES!!!

This chapter is dedicated to s_bhoomika

Happy Birthday, bestie.

Now, this was a filler chapter and boring, I know
BUT, this speaks a lot about Soobin's probable past.

Guess anything?