Myung Jae-hyun (03): Organizational Boss
Choi Yeo-ju (07): The object of Myung Jae-hyun's obsession... Currently on the run from Myung Jae-hyun...
He was fascinating from the start.
He was the brightest man in the city's darkness, and no one could defy him.
It was the same for me.
He called me ‘pretty girl.’
That nickname made me feel more precious than anything in the world, and at first I laughed and trembled.
The moment I entered his world, I felt as if I had already abandoned myself.
But as time went on, I began to realize.
His eyes always seemed to be looking at me, yet they were not.
It was a gaze that looked at a shadow intoxicated by his power and confidence, not at me.
Even when he deceived me with petty lies, and even when he casually kept another woman by his side, I endured it all.
“Pretty, you are mine.”
With those words, I was able to rebuild my shattered pride and hold on.
But the terrible loneliness piled up.
A cold spot left on the bed.
Harsh words spoken as if tired or indifferent.
And the attitude of only calling me when I need to.
That day, when countless bodies and gunshots rang out in the hallway—
I finally realized.
If I stay by this man's side, I'll be dead while still alive for the rest of my life.
bang.
And the sound of guns filled the empty hallway.
To be exact, it wasn't empty.
Countless corpses and his men. Because I was there.
The corpse that was so scary at first didn't seem so scary anymore, so I looked at it and he called me over, shaking his hands as if he was done.
"Pretty, what are you doing?"
He grinned and roughly wiped away the bloody gun he had just used to pierce someone's head.It was.
The metal watch on his left wrist glowed menacingly.
I loved him once.
The center of my whole world was him and himself.
The days when he called me were ecstatic and the day was happy, and the days when we shared a bed, no matter how harshly he said things, I just laughed it off.
But now it's all a thing of the past.
I don't get excited when I see you anymore.
I can speak now.
"Let's break up."
He stopped as he walked towards me like a languid beast.
His eyes gleamed menacingly through the messy hair that fell forward as he lowered his head.
Strength came into my hands on its own.
"...What else do you dislike that makes you upset?"
He smiled languidly again and came up to my nose.
Because of the difference in size, I had to bend my head back a long way to see him.
Why did I like him so much that he made my stomach ache even when he just stood still?
"......I don't love you anymore."
Turn your head and take a few steps backUgh, and a threatening sound was heard.
A hand as big as my face grabbed my chin so hard it almost crushed it, forcing me to look at him.
"...Our pretty one is all good, but sometimes she gets on my nerves."
A faint smile formed under his eyes as he leaned his face toward me.
“Everyone get out.”
He gave orders to his subordinates to slaughter the guests.
I felt cold sweat running down my back as I looked into his eyes, as if he was going to devour me at any moment.
The gun still in his hand made its presence known with its characteristic iron sound.
"I'm sick of you calling me by my name as if you were giving me a prize. I'm sick of the cold, empty space I always wake up in. I'm sick of you treating me however you want whenever I get even the slightest bit annoyed."
I felt a surge of emotion as if all the emotions I had suppressed until now had been released.
His chin, still clutched in his hand, was numb.
I was afraid of the twitching tendon in his jaw.
"..Okay. I won't do that anymore. So take back what you just said. Okay, pretty?"
I was so angry that I barely managed to shake off his hand, as he tried to comfort me with a forced smile, not even hiding the unpleasant expression on his face.
"Okay, I won't take back what I said."
He stood there, as if analyzing my actions, then looked at me with his eyes distorted with murderous intent.
"I don't even remember hating that nickname."
He took off the ring on his left ring finger, which was very shabby compared to his wealth, and threw it on the floor.
His eyes followed the ring rolling on the floor and then looked at me.
He spoke slowly again, more languidly than before.
As if they had already caught their prey.
I walked slowly.
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Anyway, it’s a bit long so I don’t think it’ll work during exam period…
Let me write it down, even if it's just a short story❤️
This time it's Myung Jae-hyun!
Fatal Fatal