Chapter 1
The crowd
was alive, split like two raging storms. Half shouted Max's name, the other half roared for V. Their voices shook the night, the ground trembling under the weight of excitement. Cars lined up across the wide, empty street, engines snarling like beasts straining against chains. Smoke already curled up from spinning tires. The air smelled of gasoline, rubber, and adrenaline. Neon lights from shops and streetlamps painted the night in streaks of red ,blue and yellow, while people climbed onto walls, rooftops, and cars just to watch better.
At the very front sat a boy in black. Leather jeans hugged his frame, a high-neck shirt stretched across his chest, and a dark mask hid his face. Only his eyes were visible sharp, focused, locked on the road ahead. He didn't glance at the crowd, didn't blink at the chaos around him. His world was narrowed down to one thing: The race
With a roar, his car leapt forward, wheels screaming as they gripped the road. The crowd erupted, voices crashing together in madness.
Then-danger. Another car slid across his path in a violent drift. Tires shrieked, smoke blasted out from the rear, and in seconds a thick white curtain swallowed the street.
The boy's hand slammed against the steering wheel. "What the fuck is this?" he barked, fury cutting through the noise.
He didn't slow. His jaw tightened, his foot pressed harder on the pedal, and the car surged. Bursting through the smoke, he cut past the rival in a ruthless move. One quick flick of his hand lowered the window, and out came his middle finger, raised high and merciless.
The crowd exploded.
His car swung into a perfect drift, spinning around the corner with deadly grace. Smoke coiled around him, tires screamed, and the crowd screamed louder. The smell of burning rubber filled the air, thick and intoxicating. Then the chant began to rise, louder, heavier, unstoppable.
"V! V! V!"
The finish line glowed ahead. With one final push, the car ripped across it. The night erupted in chaos-cheers, fists in the air, the roar of his name echoing across the street.
He climbed out of the car, tall and broad-shouldered, power in every step. Smoke wrapped around him, turning him into a figure of danger and dominance. His brown eyes gleamed with mockery as he pulled off the mask, a crooked, sarcastic smile cutting across his face. He dragged a hand through his dark hair and leaned casually against the hood, as though the crown of victory had always belonged to him.
With an arrogant smile plastered on his face, he stood tall in the crowd, his sharp gaze fixed on Max.
Their eyes collided-two storms meeting mid-air. Hatred and disdain flickered openly in both stares.
"Yaa, bro! We knew it! You were destined to win!"
Aaran's booming voice cut through the tense air as he stepped between them, pulling him into a brotherly hug.
V smirked, his voice dripping with pride.
"Of course, I was made for victory."
He never once broke eye contact with Max, whose jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like his teeth might shatter, his glare burning straight back at him.
With a cocky swagger, V stepped closer.
"The bet money..." he said innocently, extending his hand.
Max snatched a bundle of dollars from his pocket and slapped it into V's palm, more like throwing it than giving it.
V's deep brown eyes darkened even more. He peeled a few bills from the stack, then prowled closer until he stood right in Max's space. Gripping his rival's jaw, he forced it open and shoved the crumpled bills into his mouth.
"Use this money to fix your car-and yourself. Maybe then you'll finally have the guts to stand against me and my ride. Got it? And do yourself a favor... keep that cheap attitude to yourself, Mr. Loser."
With that venomous statement, he spun on his heel and walked away.
Max's face burned crimson with rage and humiliation. The mocking laughter of the crowd sliced at his ego like blades. He spat the bills out in disgust, the notes scattering like shredded pride across the asphalt. His fists clenched so tight the whiteness of his knuckles showed, his jaw trembling as though the force of his fury alone was trying to tear free.
His eyes locked onto V's back, blazing with unquenchable hatred and the promise of revenge. Every nerve in his body screamed to strike now-but the crowd's eyes pinned him in place, waiting for his next move.
Max wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, breath heavy and uneven. His lips curled into a bitter grimace as he muttered through gritted teeth, his words seething with poison.
"This isn't over, V..."
With stomping steps, he stormed off into the noise of the crowd, vanishing into the night. His pride lay shattered, but the fire of vengeance burned hotter than ever before.
Meanwhile, V lifted his voice above the roaring crowd.
"Let's celebrate this night, guys!"
With a bold laugh, he tossed the stack of dollars high into the air. Bills rained down, the mob erupting in wild cheers, whistles, and applause.
His smirk deepened.
"I am V made only and only for victory."
His tone reeked of arrogance, and the crowd echoed back in unison,
"No doubt about it!"
Jordan threw an arm around Ve's shoulder with a proud grin.
"Tonight's treat is on me-for my champion!"
V groaned playfully and smirked.
"That's what I'm talking about. What are we waiting for then? Let's go! Besides, I'm exhausted-I need some relaxation."
Flex jabbed V lightly in the stomach, laughing.
"Oh, we all know what your 'relaxation' means, man..."
V brushed the hair off his forehead and shot him a mischievous look.
"Do you want some of that relaxation too?"
Flex chuckled, practically bouncing with excitement.
"Do I even need to ask?"
"Then let's roll!" Aran's booming voice rang out, sending the group bursting into laughter as they moved off together into the electric night.
The four of them sat inside the sleek Genesis GV80, its engine growling as it tore through the midnight streets. The wind howled against the windows, the city lights flashing like a fever dream. Behind the wheel, V pressed the accelerator with reckless delight, his smirk catching the reflection of neon in the glass. Within fifteen minutes, they reached their destination - a narrow block deep inside the city's old district.
They had to leave the car behind and continue on foot through the cramped alleys. At the corner stood a building - an old club, worn on the outside but alive with noise from within.
When they pushed open the heavy door, a different world exploded before them - pounding music, flashing lights, boys and girls swaying under the rhythm, bodies pressed close, laughter drowned in the smoke and perfume of desire.
Jordan let out a grin.
"Seems the city's celebrating tonight. The air's full of victory."
V chuckled, his confidence almost theatrical.
"And whose victory do you think it is? Mine, obviously. The whole universe has the right to celebrate my win - because I was born to win."
Aaran laughed, shaking his head.
"Ah, there he goes again. The V and his dialogues."
They booked a table near the corner and ordered whiskey. The music throbbed around them like a living pulse.
"Seriously, V," Jordan said, raising his glass, "you've been beating Max race after race. He's not gonna sit quiet. He's gonna come for you."
V leaned back in his chair, downed an entire bottle in a single motion, and met Jordan's eyes.
"He's been trying for years. Has he succeeded yet? Let him try again. Even if he does, it won't matter - victory is mine. Always."
"Don't you ever get scared?" Jordan pressed. "What if, one day, fate writes defeat in your story?"
"Who's going to write that?" V's voice hardened.
"God," Jordan said quietly, holding his gaze.
V's laughter cut through the noise - dark, sharp, unsettling. "God? You still believe in that crap? There's no God here, Jordan. Don't you see? No one writes your destiny but you. I'm writing mine and I'm proud of it."
Jordan's jaw tensed. "If everyone wrote their own destiny, then everyone would have what they wanted."
V's eyes blazed. "They don't - because they're weak. Because they're fools like you, sitting around waiting for some invisible being to fix their lives. You all let that God excuse control you, and that's why you're nothing. Take that parasite out of your brain and you'll see you can have anything you want."
Jordan's face reddened, but he said nothing. V smirked, enjoying his silence.
"Lost your words already?" he taunted. V's smile deepened "he certainly enjoyed humiliating his opponent.
Before the tension could rise further, Aaran cut in.
"Alright, enough of this God talk. Look - our entertainment just arrived."
He pointed to the stage, where a group of strippers had gathered.
V turned his head lazily toward them, scanning them from head to toe before turning back with a faint look of disdain.
"That kind of dry entertainment is all yours, Aaran."
Aaran pouted playfully.
"Come on, man. They're hot, beautiful - perfect for the night! What more do you want?"
"Not my type," V muttered, waving his hand dismissively.
Felix raised a brow. "So, what, you want a wife instead?"
V chuckled darkly. "Get lost, Felix."
Laughing, Aaran, Felix, and Jordan headed toward the stage. Aaran leaned toward one of the girls, whispered something in her ear. She glanced toward V, nodded, and pointed upstairs. Aaran pinched her cheek, whispered again, and she blushed.
He turned back to V.
"Hey, handsome."
V looked up. "What?"
"There's more upstairs. Even prettier ones. Come on?"
V gave him a deadly look - but stood up anyway. Together, they climbed the stairs.
Upstairs, the lights were dimmer, the air thicker with perfume. V's gaze landed on one girl - stunning, with deep blue eyes that glimmered in the half-light.
She wearing i a sleek, satin mini dress in a light beige or champagne tone. It features a draped cowl neckline with thin spaghetti straps and an open back. The standout detail is the high slit on one side, held together with several delicate, dangling silver chains that create a bold, revealing effect.Every man in the room seemed to be watching her she got all the attention of every man.
V approached, steps slightly unsteady from the alcohol. The girl smiled, slow and confident.
"I got you for tonight pretty kitty." he asked, his voice low, his stare piercing.
"Of course not," she smirked "When the hottest man in the room makes the offer, who could refuse?"
V smirked and groaned and ignored the noise around them Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her with him .Together they disappeared into one of the rooms.
Inside, V dropped onto the bed, sitting wide-legged, his posture claiming the space and watched her seductively. The girl closed the door behind her and walked toward him with a smile that promised trouble.
He raised his eyebrows at her smile.
"On your knees," he said coldly. "Show me how much you want this."
Her eyes darkened as she sank before him. "I want you, handsome."
His smirk deepened. "Then crawl to me, beautiful."
She moved closer, unbuttoning his shirt but before her fingers reached the last button, the sharp wail of police sirens pierced through the night. She froze.
V's expression turned to steel. He pushed her aside, stormed toward the window. Below, flashing lights flooded the alley. Police officers were already inside the club.
He clenched his jaw. "Max," he hissed. "You son of bitch. I know You did this." He buttoned his shirt.
The girl on the bed trembled. "Please, help me," she begged. "Don't let them take me. If I go to jail, my life's over."
V turned, fury blazing in his eyes. He grabbed her chin harshly. "Why the hell should I save you? You made your choices. Pay for them, pretty kitty. .
He shoved her away and stepped out of the room and found chaos in the hallway people running in every direction.He quickened his pace, searching for his friends.
But none of the rooms nearby held any sign of them.
"Ugh... where the hell did those three disappear to?" he muttered through gritted teeth.
When he turned around, he froze police officers stood right in front of him. He shut his eyes in annoyance and clenched his jaw.
"Well, well, young man," one of the officers sneered, stepping closer. "Let's see how long that hot blood lasts once we get you to the station."
He rolled his eyes.
He didn't fear his father why would he be afraid of them? But Without a word, he followed them quietly.
Within minutes, the entire club was surrounded. His friends, the stripers, the guests all rounded up. V's face was unreadable, but his eyes burned with annoyance as they led him to the police van.
All the people taken into custody were being asked for their details.
At the station, an officer asked his name.
"V," he said flatly.
"Your father name?"
V hesitated a little, then said through clenched teeth, "Kim Woo-Bin."
The officer noted it down,looked up sharply.
"Kim Woo-Bin - from Kim Construction Company?" Another senior police officer came up to V and said,
V turned his head to the other officer and nodded. The man was about his father's age. The officer sighed, gestured for V to follow him into a private office.
He glanced around in all directions, shrugged his shoulders, and walked along with him
"Sit."
V obeyed without a word.
"Does your father know where you are and why you're here?" the officer asked, anger flickering behind his calm tone.
V frowned. Why did this man sound so personal? He shook his head.
The officer didn't reply. He stood by the window, made a phone call, his voice low and tense after that he didn't speak to V again.
Twenty minutes later, the door burst open.
V, half-lying on the couch, blinked and froze when he saw his father standing there.
Kim Woo-Bin's eyes were fire.
He turned to the officer. "Lee Dong-Hyun."
"Kim," the officer greeted. They shook hands grimly.(They were both friends. )
"Do you know what your son's been arrested for?" Dong-Hyun asked.
Kim's face darkened. "No."
The officer exhaled. "He was found in a red-light district."
Kim Woo-Bin's face flushed crimson. His lips pressed into a thin line and his jaw clenched with anger.
"The others will face fines and a month's detention," the officer continued. "Pay the fine and take him home and make him understand. He's still young, but this path... it destroys his youth."
Kim placed an envelope thick with cash on the desk, then grabbed his son by the arm without a word. V rolled his eyes and started walking with him.
Outside, he shoved him into the car. V didn't resist.
The ride was silent. Kim Woo-Bin's hands gripped the steering wheel like a vice.
When they reached the Kim mansion, Ayesha V's mother was pacing anxiously in the garden. Hearing the car voice, she froze.
Kim dragged V out by the collar and stormed into the house.
Ayesha covered her mouth in shock at her son's disheveled, drunken state.
Inside, Kim threw him onto the couch.
"What happened?" she cried, rushing to them. "Why are you so angry? What has he done?"
Kim's voice roared through the room.
"What has he done? He's been caught in a red-light district! Our only son shaming our name!"
Ayesha's breath caught. She turned to her son, unable to recognize the boy she'd once begged God for in midnight prayers.
Kim grabbed V's collar again, forcing him to stand. "Do you feel no shame?"
"No," V said, calm and cold.
Kim's jaw tightened. "What haven't we given you? Freedom, comfort everything! And this is what you do with it? If you wanted passion so badly, I'd have arranged your marriage!"
V smirked, cruel and amused.
Kim's fury rose like a storm. "A son like you I'd rather have no son at all!"
V's eyes hardened. "And parents like you I'd rather have none."
The silence was shattering. Then kim SLAPPED him hard.
The sound echoed through the hall. V's head jerked sideways. He slowly turned back, his eyes blazing.
Kim was about to slap him again when V grabbed his hand.
"Don't," he warned, his voice trembling with rage. "Don't you dare hit me again or I'll forget you're my father."
Kim froze and looked at him with wide eyes Ayesha's heart broke right there.
"I'm not a child anymore," V continued, shouting. "I'm twenty-two. It's my life I'll live it my way. I'll drink, I'll go to clubs, I'll spend the night with whoever I want. No one not even the police can stop me!"
Ayesha stood up from the sofa and stepped forward him tears spilling down her face. "May Allah guide you, Taha."
V laughed bitterly. "God? Allah? Whatever you call Him where is He? Do you see Him? Tell Him I don't believe in this sh*t( Astghfirulla). Never have, never will."
Ayesha slapped him and sobbing hard. "Don't say that, Taha! Don't speak blasphemy! If you don't believe, stay silent but don't curse Allah!"
I'll .V spoke through gritted teeth
Kim stood frozen, his world collapsing around him.
Ayesha's jaw clenched "Get out," she screamed. "Get out before I curse the day I gave birth to you!"
V looked at her for a while then said nothing just turned and left.
Her cries filled the house long after he was gone.
"This is my punishment, O Allah, this is my punishment , Ya Allah" she wept. "The curse of my father , the curse of my father it's come true." She hiccups while crying
Then she turned and saw Kim Woo-Bin collapse onto the couch Put his hand on his heart.
"Woo Bin!" her eyes widened she screamed, running to him, shaking his shoulders. "Woo Bin! Please, open your eyes!" woo binnnnnnnnn!!!! She screamed.
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He was walking along the roadside without an ounce of regret.
There were only a few cars passing by.
His face looked perfectly calm, but his heart was trembling inside.
After a while, he stopped and stood there, lost in thought.
He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
The call was ringing…
Moments later, a man’s voice came through the speaker.
“Hello…”
“In the next thirty minutes, go to Baekho Police Station and get Aaran, Felix, and Jordan released. Understand?”
Without waiting for a response, he ended the call.
V took a shaky, deep breath and sat down on a nearby bench.
He looked up at the sky for a few seconds.
His mind wasn’t working — everything felt blank.
He shook his head and closed his eyes.
Behind his closed eyes, he suddenly saw two tiny hands.
His lips parted slightly.
Those little hands were held by another pair of small hand Five-year-old boy giggled, kissing them softly.
“My princess?” the boy asked, looking toward his mother.
She nodded with a gentle smile, and the boy laughed happily.
V's lips curled into a slight smile.
The scene shifted the same little boy was now crying, holding those same tiny hands.
His parents were telling him to pray.
He nodded, ran out of the house, and went to the nearby church, where he prayed for a long time.
Then he remembered how his mother prayed to Allah.
He left the church, came home, spread his little prayer mat, and bowed down in sujood.
His innocent face was soaked with tears.
He prayed for a long time, then went to see his little princess and froze.
Her small body had turned blue.
His mother was crying hysterically, and his father was trying to comfort her.
The boy stood there, blank, angry, on the verge of tears.
He ran to his mother and hugged her tightly.
“Eomma, why are you crying? What happened to my princess?”
His mother pulled him into her arms and said with trembling lips,
“Taahaaaa , yo....your princess is....is no longer in this world. She’s left us.”
“Left? Where did she go?” he asked innocently.
His father replied, “She’s gone to be with Jesus Christ,
His mother looked at his father with irritation.
“No, she went back to Allah.”
Taaha frowned and looked at both of them seriously.
“Bad Jesus Christ. Bad Allah.” I hate them. He shouted with anger and sadness.
“Taaha!” his father shouted furiously.
“Yes! They’re bad! They took my princesses back, I hate them. ” the boy insisted.
His father grabbed him by the hair pulled him away from Ayesha, and slapped him twice.
“Woo Bin, are you crazy? He’s a child! Leave him alone, you ignorant man!” Ayesha shouted in anger.,
Woo Bin slapped her too.
“This is all your doing, you filthy woman! You filled his head with this nonsense!You shameless woman, I won't tolerate this, you understand.
May Jesus Christ curse you!” he shouted angrily.
Ayesha pulled Taaha back into her arms and wiped his tear-stained cheeks.
“Taaha, ooh taahaaaaa my son, Don't call Allah like that, my children, don't call him like that. She spoke while crying bitterly.
“I didn’t say anything wrong,” he boy said, pouting.“I told the truth. I hate your Jesus Christ and Allah.”
The words blurred V snapped back to the present.
His eyes flew open, his jaw tightened.
He looked up at the sky again.
“I don’t believe in him......He said, gritting his teeth in anger.
His phone rang. It was an unknown number.
He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, so he shut his phone off, stood up, and started walking fast.
He needed peace.
It was 2:30 a.m. when he reached the hostel.
The watchman was fast asleep.
V took advantage of the moment, quietly entered the hostel, and walked down the hallway toward his room.
As he passed Jordan’s room, he heard voices inside.
He opened the door and saw Aaran, Jordan, Felix, and Henry staring at him.
“Where were you, man? You said half an hour!”
“V, are you okay?”
“Did uncle say something to you?”
“You don’t look fine!”
They all bombarded him with questions.
“Shut up. Just shut up!” V snapped.
He slammed the door behind him and stormed out to his own room.The four of them looked at each other in surprise.
He locked the door, fell face down on the bed, and within moments, he was fast asleep.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, hitting his face. His eyes squinted, he groaned and twisted, looking at the clock on the nightstand, which read nine in the morning.
“Ughhh…” he sighed lazily,got off the bed and walked to the closet, grabbed a black leather jeans and black shirt, and went to shower.
The hot water relaxed his muscles.
“Why am I thinking about all that crap? Ugh… I shouldn’t be thinking about this nonsense.”
He shivered slightly, finished his shower, and stepped out, fresh and calm.He left his room, getting well dressed.
He knocked on Jordan room's door.( So many manners? In me? Wow. He muttered to himself.)
Jordan opened the door.
“Hello, bromides,” V said with a smirk and entered in the room
The four looked at him relieved and happy to see him looking normal again.
“Look! Our handsome guy is back!” Aaran said spreading his arm over is shoulder.
V smiled faintly, then said seriously,
“Whatever happened last night it was Max’s doing.”
“Are you sure?” Henry asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” V replied curtly.
When his gaze fell on Jordan, memories of their conversation last night returned his head began to feel heavy again.
“So what should we do now?” Felix asked.
V didn’t respond; he was zoned out.
“V?” Aaran shook his shoulder.
“Huh? What?” he blinked in confusion.
“Are you okay?” they all asked.
He took a deep breath.
“I’m fine. And now… I’m in the mood to teach Max a lesson. Let’s go.”
Without further questioning, the four of them followed him out.
Seeing their furious faces, the other hostel boys could tell V was heading for a fight. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hostel and the boys started leaving the hostel and heading towards the university.
They crossed the hallway, left the hostel, and entered the university gates.
The moment V stepped in, chaos erupted.
Girls screamed, gasped dramatically, clutching their hearts as if they’d seen a movie star.
Aaran and Felix struggled not to laugh, Jordan rolled his eyes in disbelief, and Henry sighed in annoying.
Without looking around, V was heading towards the cafeteria. He knew Max would be there at that moment. He pushed open the door to the cafeteria and saw Max and his friends sitting in chairs around the table in front of him, drinking coffee.
V’s lips tightened. He marched toward him.
“YOU COWARD!” V shouted, grabbing Max by the collar and yanking him up from his chair.
Max’s face flushed with anger.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped, pushed V backwards, putting pressure on his chest.
V steadied himself, eyes blazing, then punched Max hard in the face.
“You can’t face me directly, so you stab me in the back?!” V yelled, hitting him again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Max shouted, punching him back.
V wiped the blood from his lip And headed towards the mix.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You called the cops last night, didn’t you? You motherfucker”
He tackled Max onto a table. Plates shattered, Mugs full of coffee fell to the ground۔
Aaran and Jordan rushed to separate them, but Max’s friends joined, and the fight escalated.The warm, cozy atmosphere of the entire cafeteria turned into an action movie.
Some of the girls were screaming in fear, while others were curious as to who would win. Some of the boys were watching in surprise, some were trying to free them, some were watchin worry.
Some Students called security. Guards came running, breaking them apart and dragging them to the principal’s office.
They stood there, faces bruised, V's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Max. as the principal lectured them.
After hearing both sides, he suspended V and his friends for one month and warned V that another fight would mean expulsion. And they won't get admission in any other university in Korea.
As soon as they came out, V stared at Max and said,
“I’m not done with you, Max. Wait for me — I’ll make your life hell.”
Max turned and said coldly,
“First, your accusation was false.
Second, if you make my life hell, you won’t live in peace either.
Third, if you come back… we’ll see what happens. Now go enjoy your month off, infamous man.”
V lunged at him again, but his friends held him back.
“Let it go, V,” Henry said calmly.
Max smirked and walked away.
He freed himself from these four.and closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. When he opened them, his friends were glaring at him.
“What?” he asked flatly.
“You said you were sure it was Max. So what was that?” Henry snapped.
“He turned out innocent,” Felix said pitifully.
“And we got suspended for it,” Aaran sighed.
“Huhhh...that means a month off! Time to enjoy!” V grinned.
“You’re smiling?” Aaran said in disbelief.
He burst out laughing at the surprised looks of the four of them.
The four stared at him realizing he’d gone completely mad.
“You should be thanking me! I freed you from this boring university nonsense,” he said, biting his lower lip playfully.
The four of them saw him confused and when they understood, they immediately shouted
“Oh my God!” and running after him as he laughed and bolted toward the exit.
Other students couldn’t believe this was the same V who’d been fighting like a maniac minutes ago.
“You clever idiot,” Henry said, grabbing him from behind.
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Later, the five sat at a nearby restaurant.
“I can’t believe you started that fight just to get suspended,” Aaran said, eating his pork roast.
V nodded, chewing a big bite of meat.
“Tsk, tsk. Poor Max he was innocent,” Felix said dramatically.
“Before he could make me the victim, I made him one,” V said sharply.
“You just took out your frustration on him,” Jordan said thoughtfully.
Their eyes met — and V swallowed hard.
(He had suspected Max at first, but on his way back to the hostel, he had confirmed that Max wasn’t behind it. Still, he needed someone to blame — someone to dump his frustration on.
So he made a plan that very night: he’d accuse Max, unleash his anger, and then disappear for a while — away from everything.)
“So what’s the plan now?” Henry asked.
V leaned back, exhaled, and said, “Let’s leave the country for a while.”
“A trip?” Aaran’s eyes lit up.
A smirk appeared on V’s lips. “Yes.”
“Which country?” Felix asked eagerly.
“America,” V replied casually.
All four of them groaned in disgust.
“Come on, cheer up,” V said. “There’s freedom there clubs, drinks, one-night stands total liberty.No one can stop us, freedom just freedom. "
He said with twinkle in his eyes.
The boys laughed at his excitement, agreeing instantly.
They spent the day shopping, booked their tickets for the next day, and stayed at Henry’s house that night.
The room was a mess pizza boxes, empty whiskey bottles, and loud laughter in the room.
They were drunk, and the topic had shifted to girls.
Henry leaned toward V, slurring a bit.
“Tell me, V you always say girls are gold-diggers, fake, and disloyal. But you still spend almost every night with strippers. Aren’t they girls too?”
V smirked, leaning back on the chair.
“Because strippers know their place. I pay them to listen to me ramble. They don’t ask for love or attention. No drama, no expectations.
You pay, you get what you want, and you leave.
And the best part you don’t have to stay with them forever. Uggghhhh, one girl for life? No thanks.”
“People who love each other stay together forever,” Jordan said while eating pizza.
“And you know I don’t believe in love, Jordan.” V stared at him.
“Woah, bro,” Aaran laughed, “What if one day you fall in love at first sight? Like in the movies the guy who doesn’t believe in love ends up falling first?”
“This is real life, kid. Not a movie,” V said, gritting his teeth.
“Come on, man” Henry started, but V raised a hand.“Enough. Clean this up and go to sleep. Our flight’s at seven, and it’s already two.”Saying this, he stood up from the chair and went into the bathroom.
“What’s wrong with him?” Aaran whispered.
“If you talk off-topic, he flips,” Henry muttered, picking up the bottles.
Strange.Aaran said making a disbelief face
"Stop making this face and end this mess with me," Henry said, rolling his eyes.
After doing their night routine, all five of them fell asleep. the darkness outside fading, but the darkness inside them staying firm.
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At six in the morning, alarm buzzed.
He jumped up on the bed And went to the bathroom to freshen up. The other four had probably gotten ready and gone downstairs.
Their bags were already packed.
He’s wearing a cream shirt, sleeves rolled just above the wrists The top three buttons were undone. , paired with brown tailored trousers that fit perfectly. A sleek leather Tank Musk Cartier watch rests on his wrist His hair is neatly styled, parting naturally as it falls into place. There’s an ease in his look calm, confident, and effortlessly sharp.
“Oh my God, V! You look gorgeous! If I were a girl, I’d totally fall for you,” Aaran said dramatically.
V rolled his eyes.
“If you were a girl, I’d have kicked you out already.”
Everyone burst out laughing.
After breakfast, they all put their luggage in the car and headed for the airport.
After reaching the airport, his boarding was complete and he sat on the plane. As soon as he sat in his seat, he put the earbuds in his ears and closed his eyes. Finally, he was free.
After a 13-hour flight, they landed in New York.
It was 8 a.m. when they arrived.
They checked into a luxury five-star hotel — rooms already booked.Taking the keys to their rooms, they planned to rest for a while.
V entered his room:
A large bed with white linens, a modern desk, a flat-screen TV, and two wide windows overlooking the skyline and the river.
The decor was minimalist and elegant — soft tones, a vase of white flowers by the side table.
He dropped his bag, drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and fell face down on the bed.
Within moments, he was asleep.
A knock on the door woke him up hours later.
He slowly opened his eyes, the room was pitch dark, there was a continuous knock on the door. He opened his eyes with difficulty and got off the bed. He turned on the room lights and opened the door. Seeing the four ugly figures standing in front of him, he wanted to give them mattresses under the windows of his room. But he didn't want to make this trip boring because these four monkeys were useful for performing tricks. Taking a deep breath, he left the door open and lay down on the bed again. The four of them entered the room.
“Wake up, sleepyhead! It’s 8 p.m.,” Henry said, pulling the curtains open.
The city outside glowed like a sea of golden stars.
New York certainly seemed like the city of lights at that time. The four of them were impressed.
“This is beautiful,” Henry murmured.
He stood up from the bed.
“Aaran, hang my clothes in the closet. I’m gonna freshen up,” V ordered and went into the bathroom.
Aaran groaned but obeyed him.
"Aaran probably realized working alone could be deadly boring — so he recruited Jordan and Felix as his survival team!"
Later, they had dinner at the hotel restaurant and returned to their rooms early because V wasn’t in the mood to go out.
But that laziness lasted only one day.
The next morning, V was up at five, fully dressed and ready to explore.
For the next twenty days, they toured everything —
Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Central Park, Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, the High Line, Brooklyn Bridge, MoMA, One World Observatory, and Times Square.
He lived those twenty days full of freedom, clubbing , spend their night's where they want luxury, joy and do as they wish.
Today was the last night of this vacation in New York.All five of them were sitting in the club, with dozens of empty bottles lying around them. Aran had fallen into a deep sleep. Felix was lying face down on the floor. Henry was lying with his head in Jordan's lap. Jordan was leaning back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with Half-open eyes .And V was emptying the last bottle of whiskey.
"Why do I feel empty inside? Are there deserts all around me? Why is that?" he said, slapping his hand hard on Jordan's . Oye Jordan???? bastard you fell asleep. Look at me.
He looked around the club and saw hundreds of people drinking alcohol and openly spreading obscenities. Everyone there seemed happy. I am happy too. He suddenly laughed loudly. Look, I am happy too. As he was laughing, tears suddenly started falling from his eyes. I am happy... Suddenly he put his head on the table. He closed his eyes. I'm sad... he muttered to himself.
Then Suddenly raising his head, he shouted loudly.
"How can I be happy and sad at the same time?" What the fuck is this?
A/N
A person who runs away from situations instead of facing them is at a great loss.
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