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I’m in pain but I love this 😭😭😭

𝐄𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

sᴀᴍᴜᴇʟ sᴇᴏ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? : ʏᴇs

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒�� 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

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𝐴.𝑁.: 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 @beautifulbreaddream ! 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡!

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When will the ego of a man be considered too grand, or too small even? Will it be when he puts his business before his beloved?

Perhaps when he sacrifices pawns left and right to reach his dream by any means necessary? Or how about when he refuses to admit he's at fault for the outcome before him? Only he knows.

But Samuel doesn’t know.

He pushed the girl he loves most aside for power, afterall. He betrayed everyone he ever befriended in his path if it meant he would succeed in the end. With a bloody concussion or a bullet to the back, Samuel did what he believed was necessary.

However, in terms of romance, he never betrayed you. Well, not in the sense he did to most.

Samuel swept you off your feet and pampered you, showing you a tender, loving side he never expressed to anyone. The member of the Workers, with his notorious stoic expression and twisted fighting spirit, surprised you with how caring and gentle he could be — but it soon melted away the more you two got closer. Every kiss had been immersed in a passionate fire the man held for you, spilling every blissful emotion that welled up within his body whenever he was by your side into each one, leaving you breathless every time. Words of sorrow and anger soon turned to ones of rapture and enchantment as you two became engrossed in conversation, his dark eyes holding nothing but warmth and fondness as he gazed at you.

In the privacy of the bedroom, it still remained the same. From the trailing calloused hands that were always on the small of your back, they were now firmly wrapped around your hips and pressed against your windpipe. The broad chest and taut arms that once protected you from the unforgiving world of crime, now pressed your knees to your chest as he folded you in-half, burying himself deep inside your cunt until he spilled load after load of his fertile seed — all while whispering sweet praises of how beautiful you looked, cooing with a smile from how well you were taking him, making sure he brought you closer to another mind-shattering orgasm with every roll of his hips. And as you gushed around him, juices running down your thighs and adding to the growing puddle of fluids, pathetically crying out for him as he continued to ram into you, Samuel never grew tired as he lost himself in your body nor did he stray from making sure you were always satisfied.

Thus, one can understand why walking away would not be so easy. It started off perfect, almost like one was in a dream, so you stayed despite how different he became later on.

Even when he began to cancel all your dates, started to miss every dinner, and soon ignored your attempts to spend time together, you stayed.

You stayed, despite his growing and consistent absence. You stayed, despite his lack of effort and distant behavior. You stayed, despite him no longer trying to hide the fact that your body is the only form of use to him, treating you no different than a common whore around the corner.

Treating you nothing more than a cocksleeve that is only good for saitiating his needs and keeping him warm at night.

You stayed, despite him no longer doing the same for you.

Every kiss in the morning became a big check on the table, signed in big bold letters 'Samuel Seo' with a small note accompanying it saying, "Buy yourself something pretty." A small way of him saying, 'Look presentable, I have a company dinner we have to attend'.

Every night you spent in his loving arms, entangling your legs together, giggling like kids, became you sleeping in a cold bed, only to wake up to an empty side. Your eyes water as you see the sheets either being fumbled or untouched, depending if your boyfriend stayed out late with his superiors or had to meet deadlines that week — so you’re told.

Every embrace became forced, his arms snaking around your waist, squeezing your sides in an attempt for him to weaken you for a brief moment, pressing chaste kisses against your neck, pulling you to into the false promise that he “would change, that he loves you”, only to lead to the man pumping his thick cock in and out your slick cunt, finishing inside but not bothering to stick around to make sure you're okay as he got a phone call for "another business meeting" he has to attend to — immediately.

Every text you sent became a pathetic mirage of you trying to talk to your beloved and wish him a good morning, being met with short replies or being left on read.

Every "I love you" became nothing more than a distant memory as Samuel was always gone, always busy, yet in the case he was home was always met with an empty expression and flat voice — "Me too…"

Everything you used to do together before he became vice-president became almost like a chore to Samuel. As if staying with you or taking care of his girlfriend was a favor.

So, the question again goes.

When will the ego of a man be considered too grand, or too small even?

Will it be when he puts his business before his beloved?

Perhaps when he sacrifices pawns left and right to reach his dream by any means necessary?

Or how about when he refuses to admit he's at fault for the outcome before him?

Only he knows.

Samuel now knows.

He knows because of his ego, he lost the only person he truly cared about in the wretched world.

He let his pride come before you and now, he holds your fading form in his arms, blood dribbling from your clothes as your body struggles to keep you alive with the silver bullets plunged in your stomach. Your head laid against his chest, weakly clutching onto his shirt as he attempted to put pressure on the wound.

For once, he didn't know what to do. He racked his brain for answers, solutions, anything — but nothing. Samuel and you were far from any hospital, any means of transportation long gone and closed, and both of you were practically alone.

Alone. Fuck. Why don't he take someone with him?! He thought.

You struggle to breathe, taking in shaky gasps of air as with every rise of your chest, a wave of new pain washed over you. Your lungs crackle as you try to keep quiet, yet you could hardly keep your eyes open, much less control your breathing. The wheezes slipping past your lips almost taunted your beloved as he shook, his gaze shifting back and forth to the gushing wound and back to your tired eyes.

"Samuel…," you whisper, trying to hold your head up as you feel yourself start to slip away. He ignored you, babbling to himself as he tried his best to stop the blood from seeping out. Once again, you call out to him, "Sam…"

Samuel shook his head fervently, deciding that the only chance to save you was to run with you in his arms. "No, no, no, please, [Name], darling, d-don't fall asleep, okay? D-Don't fall asleep, don't close your eyes on me!” He shouts, trying to stay calm as he hoists you up and holds you close, running back in the direction he came, ignoring the thick raindrops now pelting his body. “H..Help is coming, you just have to try and stay awake…!"

"But, I'm… I'm so tired… Can't I close them…?" You inhale deeply, eyes falling shut and slowly fluttering open. "Just for a bit…?"

“No, darling, not until we get to the hospital! Just…Just…” The oxygen in Samuel’s lungs began to dissipate faster than he anticipated, only further enraging him as his body began to betray him in his time of need. A choked sob left him, but his feet still pounded against the wet concrete, even as he began to struggle.

A faint laugh reached his ears and finally, Samuel looked down at you. He was met with glossy eyes and a trembling smile. “Y’know….I never thought… you would only cry when I'm like this, Samuel… Not even once did I imagine it… Not even… if we got married... " Your smile fell and you let out a sob , frowning as tears started to cascade down your cheeks. “I thought… you didn’t love–love me anymore… hah…”

"No! Please, no! Don't say that, idiot! We… We'll get married, okay? When you get better, we'll get married and have the biggest wedding Gangdong has ever seen, okay? Gonna… Gonna make you the prettiest bride ever…"

"And… and have lots of kids…," you whimper, giving a weak grin. He gives a strained laugh, nodding. "I.. I hope… we have a kid.. just like you, Samuel…"

Samuel stopped in his tracks and slowly, he crouched down. He laid your lower half on the concrete, supporting your head with his chest as your back rested against his forearm. The two of you now sat in the middle of the street, the sound of the pouring rain engulfing you two.

You continued to speak to the best of your ability, tiredly putting a hand to his face, only for it to start slipping. Quickly, he put his own hand over yours, holding it to his cheek as he attempted to feel your gentle touch as long as possible. "I hope they're kind and… sweet, like you… smart and ambitious… just like their father…,” you said quietly, head lulling. Samuel bites his bottom lip, grinding his teeth and giving your hand a tight squeeze. Your breathing became ragged, your chest hardly moving as you lost more blood. Yet, even in the face of death, you still held the same smile he fell in love with. "Perfect just like you…"

With the last bit of strength, you whisper the six words he always took for granted, driving the wedge into his heart deeper. "I.. I love you… Samuel… s-so... much. I…"

“Shh, [Name], don’t….okay? I love you too. So fucking much…. And I’m so sorry… for everything” He cries, tears learning his vision. If only he wasn’t blinded with his selfish desires, perhaps then would you be in your shared home, safe and sound.

However, Samuel would never know the alternate reality. Eyes falling shut, a smile of content stays on your face as you relax against your beloved, your arm falling limp as you take your final breath.

Time stopped in that moment as you passed and all Samuel could do was lament.

All he could do was regret every choice he made and mourn for the loss of the only girl he ever cared for — you.

With a heavy heart, he became even more malicious and twisted, drowning himself in his work, trying to forget your face, yet he could never escape. Your smile plagued his dreams and nightmares, no amount of alcohol could make him forget you, no matter how hard he tried. Samuel could never stop loving you, even in death.

The tattoos you once loved grew as he inked his skin more and more, painting his flesh with your name yet never daring to have his gaze linger on it for too long, knowing he would start to cry and fall deeper into the pool of sorrow. So on the days he did, he would be alone and drink, reminiscing of his past.

Yet, sometimes late at night, he swore he saw you in front of him, having him reach out and try to grab you, crying out your name, only for him to realize his mind was playing tricks on him.

And with his ego, Samuel knew he lost.

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