I had a bad habit i ache for things which are bad for me, which destroys me in the end, and as much as I know she's my fucking walking talking death, and yet still i wanted to indulge her in, eat her all and make her flow through my viens with every...
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•♪Kᴇʟʜᴀɴɪ - (ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴀ sʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ)
I breath out the smog from my mouth letting it creat art in the air when i heard the door being open "hey check this out" jacob says, namjoon tilt his head to the same direction, i keep my gaze staright as he plays the video on his phone turning it around to meet out gaze and it plays
"There's another body found in the streets, the manager of swan club was killed brutally, his right hand has been cutted off, with cut marks all over his body, as if it was a monster who killed this man mercilessly, people say it is done by the shadow man"
My jaw tickles, there's no lie that I'm a fucking monster especially, and i found out real quick that I'm fucking even more awful in it when it comes on her.
"It's today's news" Jacob said, and i stay unbothered as i suck my inner cheeks in before pulling out the cigrett from my lips, taking my hand down and pressing it's burning front on the ash tray before i open my mouth to speak "he fucking deserves it" i growled, i shift my gaze back to the laptop again
The Darkeness flikker through my eyes, there is one tracker that still shows the same spot where i found her last night all injured making me squint my eyes as i realise the tracker must have left there
"well leave it by the way taehyung are you coming to the race" namjoon asked, my jaw tickles on his words as i keep my eyes on the screen for a moment before shifting it to his direction, looking up at him, my brows furrowed as i open my mouth to ask him "where?" My voice came out deep, while i quickly hear him replying, they throw lots of races among opposite parties every single year when they came here to meet me, and i always attend them, to be honest they always want me to be in it because i always beat them
These races have some rules as well, and i somehow fucking enjoy joining it, this is something i like to do other then being the most feared underworld gangster, because they only know me as a business man, so they found me easy infront of them, until i beat the shit of them, and they loose every single time, as much as i love my cars, i enjoy playing with it
"Out of city, there's a place, everything is set up, and that's the reason I'm here, because it's about to start in less then one hour" my jaw tickles as i heard him saying, i should go, i should because there's no way i have to stop myself for some woman, but my body burns at the fact that she hasn't had the other tracker around her, and I'm fucking worried, which i shouldn't be, because this is not who the fuck i am but i just couldn't help it
She has just one and that's not enough for her in my eyes, i fucking want to hear every breath she takes, and that tracker has been left near the same spot where i found her injured, i can still see it's location, while the other one is with her, but from that i cannot hear her voice, whoever she talk with, though i don't have my ear piece on, because that's the tracker i had put on her ballet shoes and the other one was inside her bag, i need to know where the fuck it dissapeared
