Followed by a tragic past, a decent girl who has never seen the outside world becomes Obsession of a Virille Mafia, whose actions speaks louder than words.
He whispered in her ear, fingers still tightly wrapped around her hair sending excruciating p...
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In the sombre surroundings of the cemetery, Seokjin knelt gracefully before his mother's grave, his movements deliberate and filled with reverence. The air was heavy with the scent of lilies, freshly cut and laid with care as an offering to the woman who had left the world two decades ago. It was a significant day, marking not only the 20th anniversary of her passing but also the 20th birthday of his sister, Soah. This ritual, performed annually, was a solemn promise kept over the years, yet this time, an aching void punctuated the ceremony-Soah's absence.
"I am sorry, Mother.I promise to bring her back to home." A lone tear fell from his eyes, as he shared heartily feelings with his late mother's tombstone. Each moment away from Soah tormented him, a sharp reminder of his failure as a brother. Seokjin thought about his sister, hoping she was still out there, safe and waiting to be found.
The sun cast a golden hue over the scene, illuminating Seokjin's expression, a stark contrast to the violence that had unfolded earlier. Not far from where he knelt, the aftermath of a calculated ambush lay scattered; the ground was a testament to his wrath. Among all the dead men was David, bloodied but still drawing breath, a living reminder of the day's betrayal and the cost of double-crossing Seokjin.
David has to pay the price for not just separating Seokjin's only family from him but also killing his loyal men in the pursuit. Seokjin remained composed, his mind clear despite the storm of emotions. Seokjin planned to take his sister back home however all his expectations were declined because she was nowhere to be found. The decision to keep David alive was strategic, to find Soah, who was missing from the scene.
Seokjin's steps were measured and heavy with intent as he approached the bloodied, crumpled figure of David, lying in a heap on the ground. The metallic scent of blood and vengeance seemed to pause as Seokjin towered over the man responsible for his sister's abduction. Without a word, he knelt, his fingers finding the wounds that marred David's body.
Seokjin pressed into the wounds, eliciting a visceral, agonising scream that shattered the eerie silence. The sound echoed off the trees and stones.
"Where is my sister?" Seokjin's voice was calm, but it carried an icy edge, a stark contrast to the warmth it once held for those he considered family. Now, looking into David's eyes, there was nothing but a chilling void, an absence of any mercy for the traitor before him.
"S-She ran away," he gasped out, each syllable punctuated by a grimace of pain.
Upon hearing these words, a complex wave of emotions crashed over Seokjin. Relief, initially, because Soah had escaped, is a testament to her resilience and bravery. But this relief quickly morphed into a torrent of worry and helplessness. If David and Alex had managed to pass on information about Soah to their allies or any other enemies lurking in the shadows, she was in imminent danger. The very thought of Soah, alone and vulnerable, potentially being pursued by those with intentions as dark as the night around them, sent a cold shiver down Seokjin's spine.
