Pi Hanwool x OC
Promised power and status, Kim Minju follows in her father's footsteps, living a life full of corruption, crime, and torture as she leads YB's coup of cities all over South Korea.
So many lives lost, livelihoods destroyed, and souls...
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"Hey, are you okay?"
Minju blinked a couple times.
It seemed as if she was lost in thought. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright sunlight, the warmth from the mid-day sun radiating through her body.
In her line of sight, she observed as she towered over so many buildings surrounding the place of which she stood.
A rooftop.
She found herself leaning against the rail at the rooftop edge, confused. It's been a while since she's experienced this familiar feeling. The fresh air from being so high up, the breeze through her hair. It was comforting.
How did she get here?
She turned to the direction of which someone called her, only to face Hanwool. Not the Hanwool she was just arguing with barely an hour ago, no. His facial features were a lot softer and more youthful than the sharp, cold, and menacing looks owned by the Hanwool she started to get used to. Perhaps it was age, or simply all those years of mental torture that started to get to him.
He looked at her with genuine concern, an expression she never really saw in him anymore, but she dearly missed. Any type of emotion actually, she never really saw in him anymore. He really had become a shell of a man, just like all the others.
Minju looked down at his clothes, an unmistakeable school uniform, making her reminisce in their high school days. The time where they had it easy.
Wait.
High school?
She widened her gaze and looked around, only to be met with nostalgic surroundings. A sight she buried in the deep end of her memories. The Yusung Technical High School rooftop in which her, Hanwool, and Minhwan would always spend time at.
The makeshift throne made of desks and chairs covered in graffiti. Hanwool who stood up to approach her, and Minhwan who leaned lazily against the wall, smoking a cigarette, both looking at her curiously.
"What?" Minju whispered.
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Just moments earlier, Minju appeared at the prime minister's house gates, her car carelessly parked in front, but it didn't matter. Sounds of shouting, breaking, and crashing echoed from the gate, which was left ajar. The house alarms and police sirens blended in the background.
With everyone preoccupied in their own brawls, Minju easily slipped in, assessing the situation. Teenagers she recognized from the standing army being manhandled and detained, others still throwing powerful punches and kicks to bodyguards who were left bruised and bloodied.
