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onyourhyuck · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

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They arrived by the dozen, each corner within the event horizon had influencing people leading the society wether it would be private tutoring or political participation everyone dressed in a fancy attire leaving a clear dress code to fit in. Areum and Jeno arrived hand to hand with their two children on the side; she wore a long slim black dress occupied with a necklace belonging to the light reflecting it. Long hair stranded to the side with a pretty smile on watching everyone welcome them. Jeno with a taller height wore a black suit to match with his wife, hair slick and styled out neatly.

The children were taken into a formal attire too. The twins stole the show however, especially Nayoung. She wore a light blue dress glittering round the place it could cause combustion. Her hair was put into a high bun whereas Minjae wore a black suit with a little bow tie on.

The whole family was ready and set to go. It didn’t take a minute for the children to run off when seeing another kids hanging at the party table somewhere in the event. It leaves Areum and Jeno holding hands while scouting around. All the eyes were on them watching with awe as they arrival was quite an entrance. Many people here know Areum thanks to the working she does and many people here know Jeno due to his presence and suspicions about the work.

But no matter, they were a powerful couple ruling everyone’s hearts now.

People exchange drinks and chatting about whatever fuels the economy. Many people riding in this area were all for one thing: themselves. Areum could tell them from a single glance if they were a fake rat or a selfish dog tied to a bone. Her husband would rely on her perceptions. She wrote articles upon articles on these people.

A sweet melody was drifting through the busy atmosphere, and it seems to be coming from the ballroom. Areum waves her through the crowd with her husband lingering next to her following angling towards the crowd. Soon a dangerous angle stops them with two silhouettes smiling at them ear to ear. They have been trying to locate them in touch, eventually they got what they were looking for.

The collection of violinists, harp players and pianists were placed at the far end of the hall and Areum could identify the smells of green tea leaves coming from the two people approaching them midway with the two cups in their hands — presumably the green tea where the aroma has come from.

“Ah! I wasn’t aware you were coming to the party what a pleasant surprise you have no idea how much of a big fan i am of you, Park Areum.” The man with a grey back headline said reaching to shake the woman’s hands and she smiles not knowing what to say at first it was a compliment that took her by surprise. He turns around. “And your husband is so handsome i must say.” Jeno stares at the man thanking him quietly.

Areum exclaims humbly. “Thank you, are you perhaps the dictator of the Hwang Hospital?” At this point and wrote too many articles on the Hwang Hospital; none being positive, most of them had raging complaints and sue folders pointing at them from the previous patients for the unfair prices and bad treatment from staff. Especially from the dictator.

The older man smiles ear to ear to know the person he views to be amazing know about him, but this was one sided. Areum wasn’t as pleased to know who the person was. “I am indeed Director Hwang.” He continues blabbering over about nonsense which Jeno wanted to block out.

Seriously these rich people do him the worst headache.

At this point he could see his wife trying to seem more interested but she really wasn’t and he could see it on her face if you look closely.

“You should definitely come see my hospital Mrs Park. You and your family are welcome to get free treatment if you wish so.”

‘Free treatment but you can’t offer it to the ones who cannot afford it?’ Areum thought. It was a cruel game out here. The world was unfair.

With the overlapping classical music playing at the scene she only wished it could block out the man’s voice through the background blending it away from the ears because it could only make the bleeding worse.

Areum faces the older man, bluntly stating. “It’s quite alright. You should give this opportunity to people who want it more.” She’d emphasis hoping he gets the point across in which stunning the Hospital Dictator.

He wasn’t expecting the woman in front to flat our reject him unlike Areum many other people would take the freaking deal and even strike one back but Areum? She wasn’t like that. She was well off but definitely not desperate to get some free treatment from another rotten apple in the barrel.

“What?”

They heard him say and Areum was about to say he heard her she won’t need to repeat it twice for him, but a hand pushes Areum’s waist behind bringing the body closer to another warmer spot the man suddenly coming in. The man’s gaze turns to her husband who brought her back away from the conversation before it got ugly.

Without Jeno Areum would have hundred enemies from each side and would be eaten alive.

“Sorry our children are calling us over, im sure you would understand since you have children of your own.” Jeno said back walking away bowing the head at the director and his wife.

The next thing she knew they were standing by the drink aisle with a long cloth white table with all sorts of energy beverages full of alcoholic liquid within them as well as side dishes; deserves and what not. The children food aisle was somewhere further down which only held a small portion compare to the adult section. The man and woman stay on the side keeping an eye on each other until Areum grabs a champagne glass drinking it in deep thought.

Her husband could tell she was slightly upset about the conversation earlier, I mean who wouldn’t be? She knows the dirty crimes he’s committed.

Yet the old man still stands there.

Drinking the champagne not a little long after a hand pulls the bottom of the glass making her letting go the drink as Jeno puts it back down on the table as he softly whispers, warningly. “Areum we both know you and alcohol are not a match made in heaven.” He stated as a matter of fact.

He was only looking out for her considering the alcohol intolerance was very much low. He speaks from experience, so it’s best to trust his gut.

Every time any alcohol hits the inside of the woman’s stomach it leads to a very unserious Areum who fights back, or, she turns into a complete baby. Now he would have to take care of not two babies but three babies at the party. And then when he comes home it would be four babies.

She didn’t disagree taking a mental note on the conversation. “I can’t believe that Dictator stops treatments just like that. You have no idea what he’s gotten away with.”

He could see the frustration in Areum, no doubt. She looks like she could explode any minute talking about it.

“I know it’s not okay, but you can’t make enemies here alright?”

Areum sighs nodding, he was right. If she makes a singular enemy here it would result in having hundred more enemies. Everyone at this party is as evil as the other.

Areum turns around staring at Jeno. “You’d know a lot about that won’t you?”

He replies. “About what?” She adds. “Having lots of enemies.” Hearing her husband form a line on his face letting out a soft laugh coming closer. If there’s anything he knows Areum has a way of insulting him at the same time flirting with him.

There wasn’t a time where she was sweetly loving him. It has to be a mix between a burning hatred and loving him so much you couldn’t tell the difference. ��Oh yeah I do. My wife is my worst enemy.”

“Be careful then.” The stare slowly diverts from the eyes landing carefully on the lips in front looking slightly more kissable than before, she has no idea how to hold back from her devilishly handsome husband. Sometimes he wonders how he could stay calm with a gaze like that when Areum watches him with a playful jinx behind those bambi-like pupils.

He carefully threads becoming stunned in the message across that their eyes were communicating telepathically. They did not need words. The bodies knew before their brains could figure out the morse code.

“What is it?” Jeno said bringing the hands closer where they unknowingly place between the waist and down the hips letting the black slim dress become groped between the fingertips of his. The nails feeling the fabric that was blocking him from touching her skin frustrates him more than it should. He was questioning why she was staring at him like she was planning to eat him tonight, with such an intense desire for him.

She’d playfully slither closer to his body speaking against the mouth as the head moves like a wind brushing on the skin prickling goosebumps on it when the mafia feels a loving kiss forming on the surface of his lips. Shocking him with the romantic gesture she pulls away leaving him craving for more, a lot more than before.

“Nothing darling. You looked kissable.”

He hears her say like it was nothing serious but to him this was a world war crimes against his own conflicting feelings about wanting the kiss to stay longer even though they are in public. Anyone could see them but he can’t help himself.

“You’re making it harder not to kiss you again.” Jeno says like it was a plea to get a deal out of her chest before he would grab on the thread.

Areum wanted to laugh seeing how much her husband was closing the gap again very carefully making sure she knew he doesn’t want this to stop, but as much as she didn’t want it to end too; she was a slightly more aware of everyone’s eyes on them.

“Lee Jeno.” She breathes his name out making him go into a huge brain rot with how his name sounds on her tongue rolling off like that. He was drunken or he was bewitched by her, Park Areum, the one and only who’s got the war and havoc mafia leader wrapped round her finger like a red ribbon.

“Hm?”

“We are in public eye. Everyone’s watching us.” She explains logically but unlike her husband he smirks cowling at the words. “Then let them take pictures.” Jeno wraps arms round the waistline pulling her closer kissing Areum once more.

“I don’t care if they see us.”

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The blonde young woman waking up to a white all-room with a strange bed she has never slept in before casts confusion over her face and the minute she turns around to look up she saw a young boy looking down at her with a wide smile full of relief as he stands up checking up on the patient.

Ryujin sits up letting out a strain cough. “Where am i now. I don’t remember being here.”

Haechan puts the cloth down sitting back down as he looks over at the young woman who was shot in an alleyway and he happened to found her lurking nearby. Little to no choice he took her to the infirmary at the base.

Even though Kun helped he told her to leave immediately after, but then a side effect fever came on. Ryujin was bed ridden and she doesn’t remember much it seems.

“You’re at my friend’s infirmary, remember? You got shot but once he took care of your bullet wound you ended up getting a fever.”

All of this sounded more or less plausible reasoning she wasn’t used to being helped at all. This guy who has been on her side constantly bothering her trying to figure out who she was and who was helping her out has even risked getting her treated immediately. Even though she could’ve died. He could’ve let her to die it would solve all his problems.

There was a pausing session for a minute leaving Haechan guessing the time and if she were hungry he stood up getting tiny snacks from the tray rack on the counter table. “You hungry? I’ll make you something later but for now we have these pretzels?”

He shows a bag of salty and sweet pretzels in one. Ryujin dismisses it awkwardly. “No I’m good.”

And then all of the suddenly her stomach makes a large growl stunning the both of them. He smirks coming forward opening the pretzel bag. “Yeah sure you are, here take some, eat up. You need your strength back.”

He vows making Ryujin take a few in the hand biting on to them looking around the infirmary. It looks like a normal doctor infirmary with a desk and an operating table. A bunch of beds for the patients to lay down on and rest.

It wasn’t the most talkative thing in the world yet Donghyuck was eyeing down the young girl who has this grudge biker girl style going on with two heart eyes. If you told him why he was watching her like she was the most fascinating animal through a box watching her as if she was an extinct being roaming earth to ever exist — he wouldn’t know how to respond. He would just reply with ‘because I am’ and that’s how it would go.

It’s a feeling he cannot quite escape nor explain it because it’s such an engrave experience that no words could simply describe how much it makes him feel. He gets goosebumps sometimes just by hearing her speak to him. Even though their conversations were long the feeling she left on his heart heavily was longer. Ryujin might not be feeling like this, maybe he’s the one sided coin longing to be with her at all costs.

Or maybe they’re both looking at each other thinking the same thing but are too afraid to say it?

The smell of a warm soap flaring up the smoke as it was newly made and poured into the bowl on a trap with a side dish of rice cooked to perfection because there was no way he’d serve something purely half-assed when it’s someone like her eating it. Usually he won’t cook for anyone. He doesn’t even cook for himself but ended up rounding himself to cook a ‘get well soon’ soup to make the young woman gather her energy. She must’ve skipped yesterday meals.

The soap was a simple chicken and vegetables but the whole grand scheme of it stuns Ryujin. No one was ever really going to take care of her, no one did things like this for her. No one helped her out whenever she needed it so she was used to being on her own, having to help herself out without a complaint. Raised in an independent environment. She doesn’t know how to feel about this kind gesture.

Should she thank him? What does this even mean? She has many questions about to ask, but the boy was quick to speak cutting Ryujin out of her head.

“Why are you staring at the food, it will get cold.” He softly pressed the spoon into her hands, smiling at her as Ryujin is looking at him with trembling eyes.

Was it possible to get overwhelmed by someone’s kindness? Because she definitely feels like that.

She turns around when Haechan motions with his eyes telling her to practically eat already without verbal words. She’d pour some on the spoon taking the taste of the broth first.

It was warm which helps through her sore throat she woke up with and it was really good enough to make her eyes widen and sparkle. Haechan swore he saw Ryujin smile for once, no longer she would have a dark and grim face looking like she’s fighting the world alone.

She murmurs gently going back for more into the soap taking bigger bites. Haechan couldn’t believe that she went back for more, slowly exclaiming. “Do you like it? I hope it’s to your taste.”

“It’s okay.” Ryujin quietly replies trying to hide the fact that this might actually be the nicest soap she’s ever tasted.

He pouts watching the girl. “Oh I was expecting like a… oh my god! It’s the best soap I’ve ever tasted.” He sighs. “But I’ll take an Okay.”

“You’ve got a serious ego problem.” She says turning to him and Haechan smirks. “Well if you were me with a face like mine, you’d have an ego issue too.”

‘Well he wasn’t wrong…’ Ryujin trails in thought watching the devilish smirk carving on his beautiful bronze face that could only be a pure representation of natural beauty almost like he was the sun himself and you’re just revolving around him measly.

The banter between them suddenly fades away when the boy in front who barely cares for anyone but himself. The boy who’s putting duty before anything else. The boy who is the righteously pain in ass to everyone around him, not the best person to be relying on, occasionally he’s selfish yes he won’t deny that. He was gone now when he brings a serious face pulling closer to Ryujin.

The voice spoke with relief and genuine joy full of relief nothing gorse behind the words he said like it was a song he sang for Ryujin.

Haechan smiles. “I’m glad you woke up. You had no idea how worried I was.”

He was terrified of never being able to not see her again. As much as he found Ryujin to be suspicious he believes she is a good person on the inside. It’s a feeling in his stomach and in through the heart. His body was activating every second he was with her.

It’s a first to hear this, Ryujin has never seen a boy be so freaking happy to see her wake up from what felt truly like the longest sleep she ever took.

Ryujin avoiding his gaze turning back to the food taking another bite of it, she softly responds unknowingly how to handle him. “Why’d you help me? You know nothing about me.”

She asked the question that’s been playing in her head since the minute she’s awoken in this infirmary.

“You would do the same for me wouldn’t you?”

Ryujin mentally agreed with his words. She would help anyone not just him if they were in an alleyway bleeding out to death from a bullet wound, she wouldn’t have the guts to leave them to die because if anything she knows how it feels to be left alone to fend for yourself but you can’t because you’re not strong enough.

So yeah, she couldn’t deny it. Ryujin simply wants to help the innocents from harms way.

He smiles again knowing that she was agreeing with him even if it was silence coming from her. “See. You’d do it for me or anyone if they were in your position.”

Ryujin sighs. “Fair point.”

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minsugapie · 5 years ago

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The Eve: part 1 (1697 words) - who is Kai?

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Lumi is down on her luck. After graduating university with a business degree, she has yet to secure a career in that path, reluctantly working and living at an old motel instead.

Kim Jongin is on the run. He’s been framed for embezzlement, and someone faked his death while he was out of town. With only a handful of bills and a false identity, he had been only able to survive for so long until breaking down in front of an old motel, hoping that whoever found him wouldn’t report him to the authorities.

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Present day

The only sound that evening could be heard from the chair behind the lobby counter was the distant buzz of the vacancy sign. Lumi had even gone to the diner for dinner and had come back to absolutely nothing changed.

She was cold, mostly mentally. Winter was there, temperature quickly falling below freezing level. Although she used to love it, because it meant her favourite holiday was approaching, she dreaded now headed winters because she was alone at the motel and had nobody to warm her up. And the lonelier she felt, the worse her nightmare of the night, her nightmare of the Suho situation. She was able to live her life as normally as she could, but she wasn’t able to sleep without seeing his cold stare.

That day, Lumi had cleaned out the room that was used last night, but the place was dead now, and she assumed it would be until the weekend. It did pick up during the holiday season because of travellers needing a place to stay while passing by, but it was still slow season. So, she took out the sudoku book from under the counter and set to work on a random puzzle. Really, she couldn’t believe that this was where she ended up. She wanted to go to the city and start her life as soon as she’d graduated, but she ended up here, without a family to go home to.

An hour passed before another sound was heard. She was brought out of her puzzle-induced concentration by a bang. It sounded like something fell right outside the door. She sprung from her seat and quickly went to inspect the situation –actually glad for something to do.

Right outside the door was a body; it was barely breathing and looked to be freezing and unconscious. She scrambled to the man, checking to see if he was still alive, and if she knew od him. What she was not expecting, however, was a man that was supposed to be dead.

Kim Jongin was laying on the ground in front of her, clearly still very much alive —even if only by a hair. So many thoughts ran through her mind. Should she call the police? Should she call an ambulance? Should she just leave him there and pretend she didn’t see him?

Shaking her head, she knew she couldn’t do any of those things. He looked helpless, malnourished, and practically frozen to death. Any other person may not have even recognized him, especially in the dark like this. For the past few years, he was known to have lighter hair, but now, it was dyed black and falling over his face. The hat he’d been wearing must have fallen off when he fell because it lied a few feet away. He had a backpack with him but no jacket.

Deciding that she should take him into her room, she took his bag and hat and ran to her room, unlocking it and leaving the door open. As quickly as she could, she tried to pick him up, mostly dragging him, into her room. She only barely managed to get him onto the bed before collapsing from the dead weight of him.

Lumi had never experienced carrying dead weight before, and now she could safely say that it was not fun. As he laid there, she wondered what she should do. He was potentially a dangerous man, and Tom’s words about her being too trusting ran through her mind.

She jumped up, remembering that she left the door open to the lobby. She would close up for the night. It wasn’t like they were going to get any more people anyways.

What was she going to do with him? He clearly needed some nourishment and a shower, but he was still unconscious. She wondered if he would wake up and at least drink a glass of water.

She didn’t know what to do in this kind of situation, let alone nurse someone who was on the brink of death back to health. She really should have watched more documentaries about survival.

So, she decided to take off his shoes and put a blanket over his cold body before grabbing a water bottle, determined to get him to drink it.

“Wake up,” she whispered as she lightly shook his body. “Please, you need to drink this…”

He stirred after a few minutes of her shaking him. His eyes didn’t open but his mouth opened and closed like he needed water. His cracked lips that were slightly blue from the cold weren’t the only indicator. He hummed as she told him that needed to drink some water.

Grabbing the back of his head and pulling his body up into her lap so he didn’t choke on the water, she put the bottle to his lips. He didn’t make any effort to move his arms, but he tilted his chin back like he wanted more.

It hurt her to see him in this type of situation, so vulnerable. He always gave off an air of confidence and capability, but right then he seemed so small and helpless. He finished off the entire water bottle slowly before she felt a cold hand grip her.

“Who?…” He mumbled, eyes still not opening. Lumi moved his body back onto the bed and backed away from him.

“It doesn’t matter. Just sleep while I find out how to make you feel better,” she answered, quickly going to her drawers to find a toque and mitts for him to put on as well as the blankets.

The only thing that she knew for sure at the moment was that he needed to get warm.

Vaguely, she remembered something she’d learned about getting someone warm. But it was crazy! What would he think of her? Looking at his shivering body and blue lips, she knew that she had to. She couldn’t put him in warm water. That would be painful. So she had to do it.

She began to undress Jongin slowly, feeling as if she was violating him in some way. It was all for his health, she kept telling herself. His pants were harder to come off, a thick pair of jeans that clung to his freezing frame. Once he was undressed, she took off her own clothes –both of them only left in their underwear and socks.

She crawled under the covers and pulled him to her, trying to get over the fact that his body only made her shiver. But, it was her body warmth that would help him, and she kept that in mind. “Please be okay,” she whispered to herself as she clung to him. A long minute later she felt him move, crawling closer into her body. His legs tangled with hers, forehead resting on her chest and hands against her stomach. He felt her warmth which she assumed was a good sign.

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. In that circumstance, she couldn’t even admire the man in her arms; the only important thing was that he didn’t die on her watch.

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When Lumi awoke in the morning, Jongin was still clinging to her, but his body felt warm. After cracking her eyes open to check out the clock on the bedside table, she knew she had to get up. There were a few things that she needed to do today. For one, she needed to grab a few more blankets from the lobby to make sure that he stayed warm. She also needed to go to the store to get some food that wouldn’t be too much for him, maybe some bananas and some toast to start out with. Finally, he had a few scrapes and bruises littering his skin, so she needed to grab some supplies for that.

She finally crawled out of bed, putting on the same clothes that she had on the night before. Just before she left, she tucked him in tighter and wrote a note. She left it on her side of the bed in case he woke up.

Please stay until I come back.

Lumi x

It was short but simple. She hurriedly left to get the supplies for him. She had to walk to the general store because she didn’t own a car, but it wasn’t too far. Lumi prayed that James wasn’t currently there because she didn’t feel like having to explain why she was buying things today when she usually went on Sundays to get whatever she needed for the week.

It was a quick trip because he wasn’t there, and she only had to deal with Tom, who had taken a job there after his wife passed for something to do.

“Did you hurt yourself or something?” Tom asked as he watched her place the medical kit on the counter beside a loaf of bread and a bunch of bananas.

“Just making sure the motel is stocked up,” Lumi easily fibbed, tacking out a few bills to pay for what she needed. “But I really can’t stay and chat for long, so have a good day Tom, and keep the change for yourself!”

She bolted out the door before anymore could be said.

She wasn’t surprised that Kim Jongin was still sleeping when she returned. Hopefully he would wake up soon, so she could feed him and make him drink some more. While waiting for him to wake, Lumi took his clothes and threw them into her hamper, preparing to go to the laundromat later to wash them for him.

Remembering that he had a backpack with him, she debated opening it to see if there were any more clothes. He was still sound asleep, so she did it. There was a very real possibility that he would not take this situation well at all.

Inside, there was an empty wallet, a phone with its charger and very few clothes. She took all the clothes and put them in the hamper with the clothes he was wearing yesterday before turning on the phone. Maybe there was someone she could contact to tell that he was alive.

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