After a while, I bring the car to a rest as the gate of his so-called house comes into view — though it should more accurately be called a mansion. I'm not exactly surprised to see such a beautiful piece of artwork... but I am amazed that this masterpiece belongs to him. A flicker of possibility sparks in my mind, and suddenly I'm so aware of the situation I've found myself in. I smirk at the conclusion I've drawn.
I noticed the guards standing at the gate with loaded guns, and now the thought seems more valid; the smirk on my face only widens. I am suddenly curious and excited at the thought of what will happen next when a guard comes at my side. I opened the tinted glass of the car. His eyes widen and posture straighten as soon as his eyes notice the man beside me. He quickly opened the door without a word or thought.
I looked at the masked man sitting beside me. He noticed the look on my face and said, "Take it to the garage, at left."
I nod my head and look ahead, accelerating that car and pulling into the garage. I parked the car smoothly with other expensive-looking cars.
"You should call someone to help you out," I said as I looked at the masked man sitting beside me while breathing heavily.
"Already did," he said shortly and coldly while opening the door of his side.
I raise my eyebrow and shrug my shoulders before opening my side of the door and getting out of the car. I close the door with a loud thud, like the car belongs to me. I walked towards his side to look at his situation while he was already standing with the support of the door. I looked at him and smirked.
"I am not paralyzed." He said, looking at me with his gaze as if reading my mind.
"I didn't say you were," I said with a short laugh. Just as he was going to reply to me with his cold words, his men came hurriedly to both of his sides.
"Arrange all the medical supplies in my room, immediately." He said, glaring at one of them. Voice firm and commanding. The man quickly nods and runs inside a gate, which I suppose is the way out. After looking at the man, I moved my gaze to him, who was already looking at me with commanding eyes, which I hate very much.
"Follow me." He said as if he could command me. I didn't reply nor that he needed it. There is a thing about people like us, we command and think the world would obey it_ if not, they face consequences of their own choices. However, he can't use this rule on me, and I am more than willing to tell him that at the right time. So, for now, I will encourage his delusions and follow him.
He walks ahead, one hand on his abdomen, the other on his side. I wonder how he can still walk on his feet as he refuses the help of his men. His men, however, still surround him, and I, on the other hand, walk behind, noticing every detail and judging the interior of his mansion.
Indeed, the work here is done great, and I admire the art. The material surrounding here is expensive, made up of dark money. The tiles are a shade of grey and black. The lights kept dim, giving every corner of the mansion a glow in the dark nightfall. It makes the mansion look like the moon at night from a distance.
After climbing a few stairs and crossing a bunch of rooms, his men finally stop in front of a big dark oak door, which I figure out is his room. I looked around. His men don't move an inch inside as he walks in.
"Come inside," he commands, and it takes me a second to realize he's talking to me. His men parted the way for me to go in. I walked inside and found myself greeted by a huge room with a luxurious blacked theme interior. A beautiful, dimly lighted chandelier hung on the ceiling with under-glow sealing lights, giving the room a dark, gloomy look. A whole wall of the room was covered with glass, surrounded by huge curtains. Every inch of that room was designed in luxury.
He sat on the edge of the bed, lower right corner, where the sheets were still untouched. I walked towards him while making notes of every detail in my mind.
"Bandage my wound," he said, his voice commanding and sharp, cutting through the silence in the air.
"And why would I do that?' I said, stopping in front of him. My voice unbothered.
"Because I told you so..." He said coldly, leaving no room for argument.
"Why don't you ask your men to do that instead? You don't have any pretty doctor in this huge mansion of yours?" I said, my voice laced with tease and mock, both at once.
"No, I don't have a doctor in my house." He replied shortly. "Nor do I trust my men with this job," He adds, looking at his injured side and removing his shirt from there, which was sticky due to dry blood. He hissed as he pulled into the stick part.
"You trust a stranger, then trusting your own man?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, my gaze looking at his face from the wound.
"You have any problem with that?" He snapped his head, looking at me, at I gave him a smirk.
"No, I think you are at least a little smart in that decision," I said, mocking as I knelt on the floor and looked at his wound and bloody shirt. "Fine, I will do it," I said, cutting off any sarcastic reply he was about to give me, and standing up and walking towards the bag of medical resources arranged at the table.
I took towels, alcohol packs, and bandages. Ointments and a few other things needed, and place them beside him on the bed. I knelt again and removed his shirt from the place around his abdomen. The dried blood sticking up and at which he hisses.
"Do you know how to do that?" He asked.
"I know more than this..." I said, pulling out a wet towel and cleaning the blood around.
After cleaning the blood around, I put the alcohol pack on top of the wound without warning. The growls in the sudden stab of pain that goes right on him.
"F**K!" He growls loudly, forming a tight fist, his knuckles whitening under the strain. I looked at him with a short laugh, which was unkind. "Can't you f**king warn me before putting that thing!" he said, his voice hoarse with pain.
I chuckle shortly again while wiping the blood from the wound area to prevent any infection. "Would that make your pain less?" I said while wiping the blood.
"You can at least be freaking gentle!" He said voice laced with frustration.
"I wasn't the one who told you to do karate with other people in the middle of the night," I said mockingly, but my hands were now working a little gently.
He scoffs at that but keeps quiet, his eyes watching me bandage. My focus is merely on the wound and to bandage that, this time a little gentler. Once I was done and I was satisfied with I got up, my hands covered with his blood him and I turned to look for tissue or something.
"Where do you think you are going?" He asked, more like said.
"To clean this up," I said, signaling towards my hands before turning around when he quickly catches my wrist. I turned my face back, a little surprised.
"You are very calm compared to in front of whom you are..." He said, his voice deep, filled with danger and warning.
"Who am I in front of?" I asked, sounding a bit confused.... as he probably expected me to be.
"A Mafia," he said, his voice husky and cold, along with danger and a warning that I am in a very wrong situation. Just that he doesn't know I am the one who chose to be in this.... Not him.
A smirk comes up on my face, and I turn fully facing him. "Finally, you said it," I said, still smirking, to which a sudden wave of confusion came up on his face.
"What do you mean?" He said, his tone laced with confusion that was visible in his face and something... maybe he thought he would get satisfaction, but it turned out the opposite way. He left my wrist long before.
I sighed and then sat down on the floor with my legs crossed, in front of him. he was still sitting on the bed, and he was sitting at a height as compared to me, so I must keep my head tilted up.
His eyes never left me as I sat in my new position. "Do you think no one would know that?" I said, my voice calm and challenging.
"How did you find out? And when?" He questioned again, but now more interested and curious.
"I found you in a dark alley in the middle of the night with a bleeding wound. How many people normally would you find in this condition?" I paused, then continued. "Moreover, you had a Mercedes-Benz, and I got surer when I saw your house, which... It's a mansion! Tell me how many normal people have that?" I said in a mocking tone at the end of the sentence.
He stared at me for half a minute with almost no expressions on his face, like he was scanning me or looking for something on my face. Then he said, "At least you are not that stupid." He said mockingly.
I roll my eyes at his tone, and when I look at him, I find him surprised by my will to roll my eyes in front of him. "Though, I still don't know your name..." I said before he could comment on my eye roll about which... I don't give a shit. My eyes, my freaking will.
"You want to know my name?" He said with eyebrows raised up mockingly as he leans forward, his hands resting on his knees. I wonder how this guy can move normally despite the injury.
"Yes, you can say that..." I replied, eyes lock. If he hadn't worn that mask, I would have recognized him in minutes, as I have already studied most of the mafias in this country. However, something about his eyes isn't right... I have not seen a pair like them in my mafia research. So, either he is from outside the country or among those tiny mafia groups which don't make less effect on the underworld.
This time, he raised one eyebrow. "My name...." He paused almost dramatically, his hand reaching to his mask. My eyes lock with his black ones. "Is Kim Taehyung." He continues as he removes that mask fully, his voice laced with something that makes the name settle with an aura of its own as he waits for my reaction. His words sink in, as well as his name does, and for the first time in this whole conversation.... My face resembles shock, surprise, and unexpectedness. I looked at his face for the first time. He is handsome, his features sharp, skin smooth and his hair falls on his forehead messily.
My eyes locked with his as the unexpected settles within me. I am not scared, not terrified, nothing. I am surprised, shocked by the unexpected name I heard. From all this time, I knew what I was doing and was going for but this time, I had no idea about the name that I could hear.
It seems like my calculations were wrong. He isn't a person from another country, nor is he one of the mafia leaders who are so small that they almost have no impact on the underworld. Instead, he is someone I know very well, someone that makes a huge impact on the underworld. He is Kim Taehyung.
He noticed the pause on my face and figured out that I might recognize who he is.
"Scared?" He said with a short dark chuckle. The kind that can make you shiver goes down your spine.
I scoff. "Never," I whisper a shaking my head, with a strange smirk appearing on my lips slowly.
"You recognized me." He said in a low voice. He is not asking just telling.
"Hell yes," I replied, the smirk now completely formed on my face from the surprise. I hate surprises; something about not having control is odd to me.
"How do you know me?" He questioned in a demanding tone.
"I have studied about you," I said with a short a dark chuckle too.
"Studied about me? In which way?" He questioned again, but this time curious.
"In a way enemies do"
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Here is the second part. I never thought I would upload it but I figure out it's the only way I can keep up testing. So here you go. I don't know if this story works or not but I want to pulish it... Just for the satisfaction. *keke*
Enjoy...