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Rain had told you that she did a hella bad fucking job at protecting the king.

And you have forgotten about it.

Rain

RM was not fucking around.

He insisted on escorting me to my room, leaving no room for doubt that Suga had ordered him.

And just a few meters down the corridor, when I expected it the least, and no one was around, he grabbed my hand, turned me before I could blink, and pushed me to the fucking wall. He got into my face, hissing, "What the fuck was that?"

Have I ever mentioned that RM is fucking scary?
I'm sure I have at some point. But just for a good measure: RM is and can very quickly shift into piss-your-pants-scary.

"What the fuck is your problem? Why do you care?" I pulled my arm out of his grip. "I didn't do anything—"

He narrowed his eyes at mine. His nostrils flared from fury. "You are high." He realized.

"Congrats, you win a teddy bear. Give your coupon to the nearest register to redeem your gift!" I mocked. Then rolled my eyes. "Is this a fucking deja-vu? Will you run now to Suga like a fucking puppy and tell him?" I raised an eyebrow.

His expression had morphed into something I couldn't understand. What was his problem?

"You weren't just in the fucking kitchen flirting with a fucking leader, Rain. Seriously, you can't— you can't be that stupid."

Fury and disbelief. And something else I couldn't pin down.

"Oh, yeah, of course, I can't be doing that." I mocked. Why now I can't be doing that?

And if I'm not allowed to do that, that means Suga isn't allowed to do that either. Yet, last time I checked, he did in my fucking face. Well, not exactly, but he didn't refuse to meet with Tzuyu either, recognizing from the first second that her father brought her here to use her as bait for an alliance. Or an excuse to merge their "royal" bloodlines, clans, and assets.

"Rain," RM said so intensely, I'm sure he was purposely tuning up his fear-inducing tactics, "don't fuck this up. Whatever fucking stupid idea just popped into your head—because I know that look— let it fucking die. Or even better, kill it."

"Fine." It definitely wasn't. "Then we should go out to the party," I smirked.

RM pressed his lips but didn't say anything.

"Suga doesn't want me to go back." I realized, reading his face. "What's going on?"

"Things might have gotten... a little uncivilized."

"Oh, god, you know, you are doing this thing again, where someone is asking you something and they want a reply in this fucking century but you are dragging it for five fucking episodes like the walking dead! What the fuck is going on RM?"

"The grand hall right now is like RR's girl's bathroom on a Saturday night at 3 am." He deadpanned.

Okay. This meant the girls that were starting to fill the hall were paid escorts and as we are talking one of them had a leader snorting coke from her tits. While another one was on a blowjob mission probably. These were all things I might have seen and normally wouldn't glance at twice. So why now I felt like a fucking burning knife was pushed into my chest?

"And Suga ordered you to take me to my room." I was starting to get the picture.

"Yes." He was definitely unapologetic about that.

"So I won't see what's happening." My smile was grim.

"What— No, Rain." He ran both his hands through his black hair in frustration.

"Then why—"

"Because if something happens," he intently got into my face again, "... if someone even dares to try to touch you again tonight..." he didn't finish. Just stared at me in a way that screamed he couldn't believe that after all these months I am still so unbelievably stupid and reckless. Enough to flirt with a fucking leader in the fucking kitchen, as he said.

"...Suga will go to war," RM said, his voice low but sure as death. "He will kill them. Some of them, all of them." He shook his head not getting why I wasn't getting it. Like it should have been fucking obvious like, duh, if someone touches you everyone will die. "And the headlines in the news, tomorrow, will be the worst you ever witnessed," he warned. "So please, Rain, tell me that even in that stupid head of yours, it's clear his sense of his pride. That when he says shit like he is tempted to kill everything and everyone just for some fucking peace and quiet, he's not entirely joking. That you understand that there was a dark time, a time he practically self-sacrificed for you to feel welcomed and warm. When he died inside every second you were around. And he could have—" He stopped. Shook his head, then pushed himself back, with his palm on the wall.

"He could have what?"

"Just get to your fucking room," RM exhaled, looking away.

"What were you about to say?" I needed to know. All alarms in my head were ringing. RM was talking about something I didn't know. Suga's big fucking secret?

"Forget it," he murmured as he paced away, leading me to my room and I followed. It was a momentary mistake. RM wasn't gonna spill anything. He was super loyal to Suga. And if I wasn't careful he was going to tell Suga that I kept pressuring him to find out. I needed some leverage.

I was left with no obvious option. But just one. That I have been saving for the right time.

"Why did you lie to me, RM?"

He turned and looked at me confused but didn't stop. His steps were heavy and determined.

"Why did you say nothing was connecting me to this world when I woke up in the basement? When you brought me here."

This time, he stilled. He turned. But didn't utter a word. Just stared at me, phased. Almost in fear. In a state like he was caught red-handed.

He could lie and simply come up with an excuse like because we wanted to see what you know before we explain. Which is what he wanted me to assume. Not RM. Suga.

All the information, from the start till now, all were things that were planned for me to find out. By Suga. Nothing was accidental.

Suga had fed everyone with fake info, leading them to assume I was their leader. Had hidden every fact he would be Nanami's successor.

All the information that I knew was only what I was let to know.

From the start. From my mother. Till the fucking tape of her fake killing. Everything was planned.

The only time that Suga was worried that I may find out something I shouldn't, was when Sakai was still alive. And I bet Sakai knew the whole fucking picture. But the asshole was too preoccupied to twist everything for his own benefit. And I had played too good the role so that he would think I was on his side.

But why RM wasn't mad at Suga? What had he found out that justified Suga's actions? That made him think it was okay that he lied and still blindly follow him.

"What excuse did he use, to convince everyone? To instruct you slowly show me bits and pieces of this world?" I whispered.

RM shook his head closing his eyes. "I can't— I won't do this. Especially right now, Rain. You can always use your fucking mouth and ask him." His narrowed eyes were filled with contained fury. So RM was angry at Suga too. He was played. He didn't know. Like he didn't know that—

"Nanami is alive." I dropped the bomb and smiled.

Microexpressions that told a whole fucking trilogy story passed in a parade through his face. Narrowing eyes. Eyebrows shooting upward. Nostrils flaring. Then, eyes widening, unblinking he tightened his fists on his sides.

No, he wasn't faking his ignorance.

I could literally see a vein popping in his forehead.

"No. She can't be." He murmured. "I— I was at her funeral. I saw her."

My smile was morbid. But said everything. Yes, it's true. You know I'm not lying.

"No— Why?!" He sank into desperation.
I don't know what he was asking. He didn't know what he was asking. He was utterly confused. Welcome to my world.

Panic confusion and dread and fury were taking room as my words started settling in his head.

And I watched as he ran his hands over his face, over his hair. As he turned and looked around, and then back at the corridor that we came from that led to the kitchen.

"What the fuck did he tell you?" He spat.

"Jiyong?" I realized he was referring to him, from the way he looked at where we came from. Thinking that Jiyong had influenced me somehow. "Nothing," I snorted.

He cornered me on the wall again, losing himself once more to scary RM mode. "What you said— if it's true, it's mindfucking." He challenged, searching my eyes again, still trying to wrap his head around it. "And I can see well that you are not even close to being into a mindfuck territory. Because when you find mindfucking shit out, you can't hold it in. Like you did when you found out that Suga is the Oyabun. You couldn't hold it in and you blew out." He paused. If he did it for emphasis or to think, I couldn't tell. "This is something you knew. For long."

"Vanilla latte long. So why didn't I tell you sooner?" I chuckled. "Oyabun's orders. So treat it likewise. Oh, in case it's not clear, Suga doesn't want anyone to know, so you have to pretend you don't know it. Have fun brewing in it." I patted his shoulder twice, wearing my most ironic grin.

Rm was right, I was the kind of person to blow out under certain circumstances. Turns out, those circumstances could be simple as recognizing Jiyong was right.
I might be the gamemaster, but I was also Suga's pawn.

And one can't be both.

And then, I turned and wordlessly went to my room, where I was going to spend the night alone. Caught in a web of lies and deception that I didn't know its end or beginning.

Shackled, once again.

Don't you ever let go?

Just took another sip of freedom from the glass I was holding.

And damn if it didn't taste fine.

11.56 pm.

It was the hundredth time I checked my phone in the last hour.

Pathetically hoping that Suga could have texted me and I might have missed it. But nooo, he was occupied with Tzuyu and probably every other Miss Korea that had attended.

Which shouldn't bother me since after talking with Jiyong and after realizing that RM knows Suga's big secret, I was this close to being the founder of the I-hate-Suga club. That in reality was the I'm-mad-with-myself-for-being-in-love-with-him-despite-that-he-is-a-manipulative-bastard club.

Plus it wasn't exactly Suga's fault that everyone was thinking that I was his plaything and he was free. I had orchestrated it to look that way, for my plan to work.

But he is indeed free. My subconscious whispered.

You said you wanted to restart.

You changed the subject when you accidentally thought of him as your boyfriend.

You ignore him every time he asks what you want.

Yeah, I take it back. I'm definitely a narcissist.

One would even say I don't deserve him.

Newsflash, you knew that from the start. Or isn't that why you left that night?

I took a drag from my cigarette, biting my nails, trying to will away the nervousness that was creeping to contain me once more.

I had majorly miscalculated.

About how deep Suga's plot ran and what was his endgame.

About how easy would be to convince everyone in the SoKoMob to leave us alone.

And everything about Jiyong.

The possibility that someone could figure out my plan. So I hadn't exactly thought of a plan B.

I thought that the right thing would be to tell Suga. About Jiyong. About his proposal. About everything. Not only he deserved to know, but I had sworn a fucking life oath of loyalty to him.

That you just broke.

Again.

Like your promise back then.

Like his mug.

Like his heart.

Like you break everything.

Like the empty glass of freedom, that crashed onto the wall of my room.
Into a million clear, ragged-edged pieces. That I stared for minutes.

Stared at them, incapable, thinking that was an exact replica of my life right now. As much as I tried, I could never put it back to what it was before.

Icapable, as RM's words, had wrapped around my head.

And realized that he was right. Despite his secrets, Suga had suffered too much around me. And if he found out about Jiyong's proposal...

He would definitely go to war.

For me.

When the morning came— hahaha hahaha, bitch, what morning?
Of course, I sneaked out in the middle of the night. First of all, I ate only one cherry tomato and one strawberry at dinner. And I had gotten used to eating dinner with the others at the loft so I was fucking starving.

Two, no one stopped me.

RM and Suga had trusted that I would do as I was instructed. Not such farfetched since I had promised Suga that I will do what he said.

And here I was once again, not doing what he said.

It was only left to take pictures. As Jiyong had mocked me.

I had the good sense to change into a casual white shirt and a casual plaid skirt. And white sneakers since I was tempted to throw my heels in the fireplace. Okay, I wasn't kidding anyone, I was dressed as Gogo.

Which made it easier to slide along the corridors and down the hall.

First stop was going to be the second kitchen. Of course, this place had six kitchens. The second one was where the food was.

I eyed the servants carefully as I crossed the threshold. They took a quick glimpse at me and resumed their tasks. One of them pulled a fresh batch of meatballs straight from the oven. Score.

I unapologetically took a plate heaping a few on it. Then went to the counter where other dishes were on display. The waiters were bringing back empty trails and replenishing them with food from there. Baked potatoes, and salad, I topped everything on my plate, stole a fork, and vanished wordlessly.

I ate-walked, taking the corridor that would lead me back to the stairs, where I could go back to my room.

A girl's giggle, coming from around the corner stopped me on my track. With my mouth still stuffed with a potato, I pressed my back to the wall, to spy on whoever was around the corner.

"What about a tour of the mansion?" The same woman that was giggling before, suggested. "I would also like to see Seoul. Tomorrow, perhaps?"

A pause followed as her company didn't answer immediately.

And then— "Sure," Suga replied.

The potato had turned into ash in my mouth. I couldn't swallow. And as I silently turned and left, as solely the feeling of unjustified betrayal was running through my veins, I felt a hard stare stabbing my back.

I never turned.

Because for a fragment of a second, I got a quick glimpse of them before leaving.

And saw Tzuyu casually resting her hand on Suga's shoulder.

She touched him.

Touched him.

Touched him.

But that was not why my eyes were burning.

After getting back to my room, I texted V.

His reply came half hour later, saying that I was lucky I got out of it and that I should definitely stay up in my room. And that all of them were occupied with gang war mind games and politics and poker and drugs and hoes. All the things I would rather do than sit here alone and brewing in some kind of twisted divine justice especially designed to fuck my head and punish me because what goes around comes around indeed.

My ego wouldn't let me ask him if Suga was back from the house tour with Tzuyu or if he was still with her. Or probably had scheduled more tours for every other bride-to-be that had come tonight.

Wise Rain: stay in the room, talk to Suga tomorrow.

Stupid Rain: Find Jiyong and drink one more freedom cocktail since you already have fucked up everything.

If life was a CV, mine under skills would have terrible life choices.

I tossed a coin because I couldn't decide.

And got disappointed when it landed to stay in my room.

So I got up and went out.

I opened the door.

And Jiyong was outside of it, leaning on the frame with his hands in his pockets, wearing a self-assured smile that said I know you were coming to find me.

He tilted his head sideways, and smirked, "What took you so long?"

"The fuck you want now?" I scoffed. Like I didn't just get out to go find him. Yeah, I'm that kind of stupid. But I wasn't going to admit to our enemy that I had nothing better to do than hang out with him. Against my oyabun's orders, nonetheless.

Our enemy.
Who explicitly told me that knew I was the one pulling the strings and that knew that this plan was my idea. That could expose us and make us look weak. Why was I even entertaining the idea? RM was right. I am stupid. The whole plan had so many red flags it was practically a circus.

I blamed my curiosity. Because I wasn't going to admit that I needed to take my mind off what Suga could be possibly doing and with who. And what would I use to cut off Tzuyu's manicured hand?

Jiyong pushed away from the wall and was about to stride inside my room, was about to cross the threshold of the door, was about to—

A hand landing on his shoulder held him in his place. "Thanks again for keeping company to her while I was occupied," Suga said.
From the way the two of them stayed still for three seconds, I knew that Suga not only was definitely not thankful but also his glare promised some kind of painful death to Jiyong.

Jiyong smiled, relaxed. The dude was not giving one flying fuck. "My pleasure. Rei holds up to the Ryiuzaki name," he smiled at me a smile that contained an infinite amount of puns. "Can conquer any conversation like a pro, unlike most leaders here." He stared at me with audacity like Suga wasn't even there. "And looks a lot better since we iced that ankle."

I started feeling faint.
Jiyong did not just threaten to kill Suga using his own fucking pun.

What was he gonna do next? Tell Suga that he almost made me come with a cocktail and offered me his clan to lead?

What kind of shit would the history books say about how the third world war started?

Regardless, Suga was not having it. The glint in his eyes told me that he was three seconds before cutting Jiyong's balls off and wearing them as earrings. And then pulling his gun out and blowing Jiyong's brains on the wall.

"Mr. Kwon was about to say goodnight," I faked a smile that didn't fool anyone, looking at him intently to walk the fuck away while he still had his limbs. Obviously surnaming him to show I kept my distance.

The fucker tilted his head, a playful glint flared in his eyes. "You hurt me miss Ryiuzaki," he grinned like the fucking devil, saying my name like we were in a fucking role-play situation, "talking to me like we are strangers after I made you moan."

Life passed before my eyes in a fragment of a second.

I became white as the marble statues that decored the grand hall.

And realized, by the end of this SoKoMob, someone will die.

I stilled. I even held my fucking breath.

It felt like five fucking torturous centuries passed when I heard Suga's faint laugh.

And it was the most terrifying thing I've ever heard.

He looked something between concerned and amused. Which definitely didn't make sense.

"I'm obviously joking," Jiyong laughed too. In a totally different manner. "Goodnight," he nodded. He didn't miss how Suga was still looking at him. I didn't miss how Suga had developed Nanami's glare to a whole new level. Many new levels. More than the Burj khalifa.

Suga crossed the threshold of my room and before the door closed, I saw Jiyong, doing a tapping motion on his wrist.
Time.
Reminding me, he was waiting until the end of the SoKoMob for my answer to his proposal.

When Suga closed the door behind him, he stayed like that, facing the door for a moment that again, felt like five fucking centuries. But I didn't say anything. Then, he turned. And I wish I had said something.

"Please explain why the fuck is Jiyong in the entitled mindset that he can do whatever the fuck he wants and live to tell the tale?" Suga calmly asked. To someone else, it might not have appeared so calm. Taking one step forward for every word, and me taking one step backward to counter his until my ass reached a desk, it's not calm.

I tried to pass around him, but he gripped the desk from each side, blocking my path.

"Oh, no. Now I'm forced to tell you if I want to get out." I mocked in a deadpan manner.

"Answer me, Rei," he ordered.

I was so mad at him that I didn't want to tell him anything. And the worse part was I shouldn't be mad at him. Because this shitty plan was my idea. My fault. And he had warned me that I would end up mad with him somehow. And we had fought about it. And he was right. The bastard was always right.

My eyes lowered to his neck, the buttons of his shirt that was left unopened. To his tattoo—my tattoo.

My warning. My stupidity. His suffering.

"He doesn't see you as a threat." I blurted. "He figured out that tonight is a facade. That I planned it. He thinks I still run the clan from behind the scenes. That everyone does as I say." I lifted my stare to him with defiance.

Suga's eyes narrowed to mine. If he was going to ask me too if I was high I was going to punch him. But he knew it by now and didn't say anything.

"And why would he think that now?" His tone had lowered, reminding me of a predator, sizing up its prey before striking. His eyes still searching mine for something.

I made the mistake to look at his lips. And I knew it was a mistake because I wanted to bite him so hard, he would bleed. For telling RM his secret and not me. For locking me up and giving Tzuyu mansion tours. And tomorrow, Seoul tours.

"How the fuck would I know?" I bit the inside of my cheek instead.

"And you denied it of course," was it me or we were getting closer?

It'd been a long time since we'd played a mind type of game, so anticipation buzzed in my veins.

Fine, anticipation and cocaine. And some freedom.

"Of course." I don't know why I whispered that. Probably because he was so close.

"But he still thinks you pull the strings."

"Mhm," I barely nodded. And made another mistake. I took a sharp inhale. Fuck, orange blossoms and ocean.

"So he doesn't get that if he touches you again, I will skin him alive."

This time, the sharp inhale I took was unsteady. And came from my lips that had parted open.

Am I that unhinged that I get turned on by the idea that a guy would kill for me?—Yes.

Wait— starting a clan war is exactly what I am trying to avoid. What the fuck am I doing? I shook my head, willing myself back to reality.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" His stare intoxicated me.

If there was an opportunity to tell him anything, this was it.

I could tell him how I feel.

I could tell him all the things I wanted and couldn't.

I could tell him that I was mad at him.

I could tell him that I was jealous.

I could tell him that I told RM about Nanami.

I could tell him about Jiyong's offer.

I could tell him I still haven't forgiven myself for breaking his promise.

I should have told him everything.

He would know what to do.

So what did I tell him?

a)nothing
b)nothing
c)nothing
d)are you still here? Of course, nothing.

Because it was my mess. And since I made it, I had to clean it up.

"I need to convince Jiyong. That things are not the way he thinks." I breathed. Suga's jaw locked. I could tell he didn't like any sentence that contained I and Jiyong.
I could also tell he was dying to ask what the fuck Jiyong meant by saying making me moan but Suga would prefer to tie himself to a wall and have Jimin throw knives at him blindfolded, before admitting he was jealous if I didn't admit I have feelings for him first. He was that kind of complicated. And arrogant.

"You don't need to convince anyone." His tone was calm but the way he still had me enclosed there told me he was anything but. "Everyone, including Jiyong, should know. That if anyone lays a finger on you, he loses that finger. And his heads. Both," I had stopped breathing. "And once you are done killing him, I will grind his bones to dust. And probably give it to you to snort it because, interestingly, you seem to have developed an unbelievable tolerance to all sorts of drugs." He gave me a small smile, so beautiful and blinding, that a small crack somewhere in my black heart had been repaired. Because it wasn't the smile, as much as what it represented.

That it was okay that I had fucked up.

That he trusted me.

It also let me know that he knew I was high and didn't mind.

"But, if we let Jiyon think everything is a facade, who can guarantee us that he won't share his theory with other leaders? Or that he thinks our territory is tangible? The whole purpose was to prove to them that we are not to be messed with. And the only one who could change his mind is me." I urged.

His smile dropped in an instant. "You would go through that for the clan?" He deadpanned. But I could read between the lines. Do you really care that much to get them off our backs or are you making shit up to hang out with Jiyong? His eyes said.

I should have been offended but couldn't say that his accusation wasn't typical Rain behavior.

And also he was kinda right. I wanted to warn Jiyong away, but mostly, I wanted to discuss his offer. To deny of course.

"I'm doing this for all of us." I bit out. "And you know that I care for everyone. Not only you and V. But the others too. And because I want to protect our clan. And everything we have." And Violet, who knows what would happen to her if we were to be defeated, I wanted to add but didn't since triggering him wasn't on my priorities. But it was true. I did care. Especially for him and V but I would kill to protect Jungkook and Jimin and J-hope and Jin and even RM —but don't tell him—without a blink.

And Suga would too. So he knew the stakes were high. He could pretend that his fuckback was empty all he wanted, but in the end, he wouldn't risk the lives of everyone he ever cared for, nor his clans, his heritage, or his family.

"So yeah," I added, "I have to convince him."

And Suga hated that. And I knew it. And he hated that I knew it. And I knew that he hated that I knew it.

But it had to be done.

So he nodded.

"Then go for it. As long as you get what this is. A fucking task." He held my stare. "A task that no one can know about. So do anything you have to in order to accomplish it. But convince him. At all costs."

His tone told me that he was doing the same. Pretending so he would convince others to leave us in peace in the end. But I wasn't an idiot. And his tone aggravated me.

"Anything?" I asked innocently and his brows rose. "If I fucked him, what would you do?"

His pupils flared and his gaze dropped to my mouth. The wooden desk groaned beneath his hands.

He searched my eyes for something. "You are free to do what you want. If you want to fuck him, go ahead."

"Maybe I will," I persisted. Even though I knew it was a fucking lie.

"Fine." His breath caressed my lips.

"Fine!" I said aware of every inch between us, the distance smaller and smaller, the challenge heightening with each second neither of us moved.

"Do not," he said softly but intensely, "risk this."

"I know the cost." I felt him radiating sheer power, enveloping me.

"Good." He didn't budge. "Now take me down."

Confused and disoriented, I was about to protest that I am not allowed to fight especially with him when he said,

"I want to know that you can defend yourself if you are attacked and alone."

"I definitely can and will defend myself and some more if needed." I scoffed, offended.

"Show me then."

I hesitated.

"Do it." He ordered.

My hesitation flew out of the room as I kicked his leg from the inside out to make him lose balance while pulling on his opposite hand to crash him to the desk with his chest.

Not in a fucking million years would I have guessed that he knew I was going to do exactly that and somehow ???(Suga-effect voodoo, I'm telling you) he grabbed my knee, parted my legs, pulled me around, I ended up with my face on the carpet, my arms behind my back, and Suga straddling me from behind. And I couldn't see but I think I heard a faint snort.

Bitch. What. The. Fuck.

"Kinky, but I've done worse," I murmured, trying not to eat the carpet and to break free from his grasp. I managed neither.

"Can you even follow orders?"

Bitch! He was definitely laughing.

The fucking, sneaky bastard! I bet he downplayed his skills all this time so we all thought he couldn't fight for his life when in reality he could win us all. Even Jin. And why now I would give up anything to watch him fight with Jin? Shirtless, preferably.

"Admit it, you're impressed." He laughed.

I was, but I would never, not in a billion years admit it.

He leaned closer to whisper, just to spite me more, "I suggest that you keep from showing Jiyong this little trick in the bedroom."

"Oh trust me, I know a few other tricks to show him!" I tried squeezing myself out of his grip. I failed again. "That won't need a fucking bedroom!"

He put the hold of my wrists in one hand.

Pushed my skirt up.

And slapped my ass so hard it saw stars.

He didn't.

He couldn't. He wouldn't—

Slowly, as my eyes widened to the size of the fucking earth, and my nostrils flared from fury and my mouth fell open in a gasp of shock and I blinked a million times trying to wrap my head around his audacity, slowly, I turned to face him.

"You didn't just fucking spank me." I still seethed, but from the profound disbelief, my voice was strangled and just a hint over a whisper.

He held my stare.

Smirked.

And slapped my ass again.

Over the exact same spot, that now was red and stinging and had his fucking palm on it like a tattoo.

And without even blinking.

What the—

Why?—

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Congrats you fucking idiot. You mindfucked me so hard I can just go and fuck myself.

"The fuck was that for?" I gritted my teeth.

"I'm sure you can figure it out since you like puzzles so much." Looking at me he traced it with a finger and it stang. Fucking ouch.

"Let me guess." I bit out. "It starts with what goes around and ends with comes around."

"Smart girl. If I release you now will you behave?"

No.

"Yes." I murmured.

I don't know what in that one word made him laugh. But he released me indeed.

I turned, pushing on my palms to sit up.

Great. I was pretending I couldn't walk and now I couldn't sit either. My only option to join again the SoKoMob would be crawling.
Or swinging from the Swarovski chandeliers.

Swallowing enough creative curses to write a black market dictionary, I wordlessly paced to the wall mirror that was next to the vanity. Turning and lifting my plaid skirt to see it.
It looked like a raising hand that volunteered as a tribute for my deathwish tattoo.

It was red and so clear, we could extract Suga's fingerprints from it if ever needed.

I touched it and it hurt like a fresh tatt—MOTHERFUCKER.

"An eye for an eye?!" I screeched turning to him, ready to pounce, then stilled cause I remembered I couldn't.

"That was fast." He dusted himself cleaning his suit. "Makes me wonder how quickly you will solve the Jiyong problem.

"This is a fucking punishment?" I pointed at my ass in disbelief.

"Oh no." He dropped his charm your pants smirk. "That's a fucking reminder." He used my words.

"Of what you are to me?" I scoffed. "You're right. It reminds me of you. You are a pain in the ass indeed!"

If he was amused he didn't show it. His expression didn't change.

"No Rei," Step.

Hands in pockets. Casual smirk. So self-assured. Mindwreckingly calm.

When he was like that, it terrified me.

Because I never knew what he was going to do next.

And because some of those times, I would get a hard-to-swallow-truth-pill from him.

Disappointment filled me as I reckoned he was going for the door.

Stay?

Just a little bit longer. A few minutes. A lifetime.

But he did stop and looked at me as he said his final words before leaving.

"It's a reminder of what a bitch you were to me when you thought you had some power."

And just like that, he left.

Never thought that after freedom, the next thing I would taste would be my own medicine.

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And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin'

In fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin'

And I'm out on the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress, and this shit is sittin'

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Shame on me, I forgot to add the comment of the week 😅 and its from one of my favorite readers.

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