⤷"ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ"
never would cho y/n have imagined herself to be involved in some mafia business. her life changed from one moment to another.
sometimes the will to help can put you in quite a bad situation.
-ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ
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hwang...
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"HE'S supposed to he here?"
"yeah."
they hadn't imagined a wealthy and important person would be living in a worn down warehouse, but rather a big, swanky residence.
"yeahhh i don't know about you guys, but this is screaming bad vibes. we should get out of here." seonghwa stated, being concerned for their safety.
while a few of ateez agreed, wooyoung apparently had other plans. he was quick to find a way into the warehouse and walk right into it. "mister cho? where you at man?" he lazily strolled around, his hands in his baggy jeans pocket.
"what are you doing!" mingi quietly, but angrily exclaimed, pushing wooyoung by his shoulders as yuqi went after them. "you can't just barge in here. we don't even know what he's capable of."
but he didn't listen. "never thought you would ever be scared. look, let's check out that room over ther- nevermind." as soon as he mentioned the area, a young man that was aiming a pistol at wooyoung's forehead appeared and restrained him from going any further. this resulted in the latter walking backwards, hitting hongjoong in the process.
