Sunrise and Sunset.
{I'll go back and fix my typo's tonight, I stayed up late writing this chap :D}
ITALY, FLORENCE.
6 AM.
The sun was just rising as the streets began to fill will the trendy people of Italy, wearing attire from the riches to the thrifty luxuries and carrying the finest handbags and accessories.
The streets lingered of tourists and locals, the fresh air smelling of some of the most famous dishes from the restaurants. The warmth from the sun radiated a perfect temperature that sent tingling feelings to the people out in the sun, as it was painted with watercolours containing Purple's, Orange's, and Pink's that created a perfect picture for the tourists the capture. The sky really was an aesthetic that only the est eye can catch.
Today was starting off good, smiles and laughter thrown into the streets, while someone clearly isn't having the best morning possible, but preferably laying in bed as they lit a cigar and drank pure white wine.
-knock-
"Come in." The monotone voice spoke through the cigar that hung between his pink lips as he sat in the expensive bed with a bottle of whine on the nightstand.
The door opened, a head carefully peaking in. An older man enters, hair gelled back neatly and a fresh black tux with a pocket watch attached to his pocket. A small touch to a classic look was always needed for the rich. Common, but suitable.
The younger boy looks at him with his brown orbs, "Speak."
"Mr. Jeon, Miss Treve is waiting for you-" The old man looked him in the pair of cold, intimidating eyes that squinted at him.
"You let her in here without my permission?" He questioned with a threatening tone, venom kissing kissing his tongue as his brows were lifted.
"Yes- well, no-"
"No?" He mocked, getting out of the silk sheets, the white blanket falling at his waist and exposing the bare body underneath it. The elder tried his dearest not to look, but his eyes gave into the shock and temptation.
"Eyes up here, idiota-" He tossed the word at him, the old eyes snapped back up. He gulped at the sudden blunt face standing two feet away. The younger really looked scary up close, but his features dipped with beauty and clear skin. Though, it was worth the while as his features will capture anyone with just one look of those dark eyes of his that had an unknown aura around them. It almost pulles you in like a magnet, calling for you in the most sweetest way.
"Miss Treve pardoned herself and entered before you could give your command to do so, sir. I tried to stop her, but-"
"Where is she now?" He butted.
"Coming up the stairs-"
Right at that moment, the pitched sound of heels tapped on the pure marble stairs, and in a few seconds a tall, slim woman enters the room with a smirk on her lips. The red substance stretching to each side of her face, cheeks puffing up as her brows held a fierce expression. The brown haired boy rolled his eyes with irrigation, a snarl leaving his throat to which the very elegant woman behind him chuckles.
"Good to see you too, handsome...nice style you got going on there," Her voice flowed with her Italian accent, it really brought out her vibes as a fluent Italian women dressed in richness. But the skimpy dress and overdone makeup made her look a little too much like a drag queen.
The young one shook his head as she holds a chuckle, her annoying squeaky voice made him angry for some odd reason as he wanted to throw her off the balcony to end his suffering forever.
Her voice isn't the most attractive, but she means well. She takes care of him responsibly, hense how she's almost mid thirties.
With a scrunched up face and a spoils temper, he snatched the thin bathrobe off the closet door and hastly covering his body from the perverted set of eyes.
"What do you want, I'm busy." Blurts while heading into the walk-in closet, skimming through the many verities of dress shirts, pants and coats he owns.
Miss Treve follows after him as her hips sway side to side, hair bouncing with every step. She leans in the doorway, a grin plastering on her naughty face. An exaggerated breath leaves her lips.
He pays no attention to her as his long, slim fingers peal away every shirt he owns with an unsatisfied look.
"Brennor!" He calls, the old man shadows at the doorway, ears open for his orders.
"Call my stylist and schedule a wardrobe clean out for two o'clock-"
He nods and turns to leave, causing the younger to stop what he's doing.
"What was that, now?"
"Y-yes, sir. On it, sir." He finally leaves them both alone, closing the door behind him as he goes to make a call.
"Wow, aggressive." Miss Treve grins, stepping out, locking her lips with a scandalous thought in mind.
Mr. Jeon finally picks out a light brown dress shirt and goes to pick out a pair of pants to match it, but feels a soft finger glide against his bold shoulders. His body stiffens, and before he could speak up, the woman spins him around.
A small grunt leaves his mouth as his back slams against the closet wall.
He cursed under his breath, glaring at her as she was lusting over him.
"You seem grumpy today, let me help with that pent up frustration..." She swipes the finger across his chest, pulling the fabric from his skin with delicate movements.
His body tenses even more, "I'm grumpy?" He questioned with a squinted eye.
"Whenever I'm around, yes."
"Ah," He pauses, "Then it must be you." His remark causes her to knee him in his private area, keeping her leg in that position. He winced lightly.
"Watch your mouth young man, or I'll give you something to really be angry about." She warned with a raised brow.
With a sigh she pulls away with a more serious look, "What is going on with you?"
"What do you mean." He replied with a head shake.
"Im worried about you, Jungkook. It's been how many years and you still can't get over it?" Her arms crossed over her chest, tone soft.
Jungkook shrugged, "It's not your business to worry about me, I'm fine. Now, leave so I can get ready. In peace, please-" he turned over, ignoring her once again, but she wasn't having any of it and pulled him around by his shoulder.
"Im serious, kid."
"When are you going to move on? The girl was a bi-"
Before she could finish the sentence, Jungkook already has her back to the wall with a loud thud, arms pinned above her head tightly as he leaned in with a sneer.
The look of shock in her eyes didn't phase him, as he just looked at her with disgust.
"If you ever, call her a bitch again I will kill you right on the spot, got it?" His voice changed deeper, growling with angered eyes at her. He hardly let her go, pushing her out of his room.
"Brennor!" He yelled viciously, and Brennor came running up the stairs in a hurry, greeting his boss as he stood in front of them both.
"Escort Miss Treve here out of my house, and make sure she doesn't come back. If you see her on my property ever again, I give you permission to kill her." Jungkook gritted his teeth, shoving her forward.
Brennor grabs Miss Treve by the arm and guided her down the stairs.
"You will regret this Jungkook, pray to the Lord or bad things will come to you!" She yelled loudly, kicking at Brennor as he tossed her outside on the stone pavement.
Jungkook went back into his room, slamming the door shut, causing a painting to fall over on the floor, the glass case shattered all over the place.
Jungkook's body heated up, he wished for death on anyone who called the girl they never met before cruel names. It was only a matter of time until they get what's coming to them.
He was beyond furious.
AUSTRALIA, CANBERRA.
7 PM.
I was beyond furious.
I don't even know how to explain the anger I have built up in me, it is atrocious. My blood boiled as steam came out of my ears that were redder than anything. I wanted to break something. So I did.
"What the fuck, you crazy whore!? I think you broke my nose!" The man yelled as he layed on the hard floor with me above him, straddling his wasit to keep him in place. People were cheering as they threw beer everywhere, some getting on my clothes. I smirked breathless as I yelled back, satisfaction written in my words.
"If I ever catch you doing something like that ever again, I'll break more than just your nose, got it?" I said with a threatening tone, he nods quickly and I get off of him while he runs out of the bar with a bloody nose.
I made my way back to my seat where my best friend sat, eyes widened at what just happened in front of her.
I sat down beside her, grabbing my beer and bringing it to my lips, eyes watching her as she just couldn't stop staring.
I slowly put the glass down, wiping the spill going down my chin with my sweater sleeve.
"What?"
Then, her jaw drops.
"What the hell were you thinking, Marianna? You could've went to jail," Valarina spoke in a harsh tone, I shrugged and she spoke again.
"All he did was ask for my number! You don't just go around punching everyone who flirts with me-"
"You're taken, they have to know one way or another," I shrugged again, kicking a stone that was in my path.
Valarina grunts, "Haven't you heard of talking in a civil way?"
"It's 2019, there's no such thing as civil anymore."
"He has a broken nose, AND lost a tooth Maria!" She rambles again, making me smirk which she noticed and went quiet.
"Why are you making that face-"
"Because," I paused to look at her while lowering my voice, "His tooth isnt the only thing he lost tonight-" I pulled a small brown item out of my sweater pocket, waving it in her face. She gasped and pulled my shoulder back so I can stop, and yelled.
"You stole his wallet?!"
I flicked her forehead hard and shushed her while telling her to keep quiet.
"Chill you crazy drunk. And don't worry, I'll give it back...one of these days."
"Marianna Linn Karter, you are going to hand that in to the police by the morning or so help me god-"
I cringed at her words, shoving the thing back in my pocket, "Sheesh you sound like my mom."
"I'm serious, mate." She glares at me with her bright blue eyes.
"Finders keepers, now leave me alone-" Valarina gives me a big smack to the head and points a finger at me, I rub my head slowly while glaring at her.
"If you don't quit your ways, I'm going to leave you out on the streets where you came from."
As she said those words I felt my heart shatter and my blood went cold as she gave me one last look before walking up the porch and into the house, leaving me behind.
My hand fell to my side, eyes averted to the ground where I looked at my worn down shoes.
'Where I came from eh?'
I took one last glance at the house before walking down the empty street, the lights flickering on.
I walked for about five minutes before pulling out my phone, checking the time, 10:13 PM. As I crossed the street, the wind started to pick up making me pull my hood over my head, shoving my hands in the sweater pockets to keep somewhat warm. I scuffed my shoes while sighing, thinking about Valarina's outburst earlier.
'Sheesh, if she wouldn't be so overprotective I won't act like this. It's like she thinks I'm her 14 year old bratty teenager who steals gum and listens to Justin Bieber all day. Pfft, I'm better off without her anyway. All she does is just nag at me and call me a-'
I stopped mid sentence as a loud grunt caught my attention. My head slowly looked to my left where I'm meeting an alleyway, my eyes staring into a pit of darkness and nothingness. It went quiet for a moment before another grunt happened and a low voice spoke with hatred.
"I don't care if you aren't the guy, you stole what was mine and I'm not letting you leave here alive-"
My heart pounded, the mans voice sounded so evil and full of pure hatred for whoever he's talking to.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket causing me to turn my focus to it, pulling it out of my ripped jeans. The screen lit up with a face and a name.
'Valarina.'
I bit the inside of my cheek as I watched it continue to vibrate, and letting it go to voicemail before shoving it back in my pants and turning to the alleyway.
There were more hushed whispers, ones that I couldn't make out so I took this chance and let my curiosity lead the way into possibly witnessing a murder or two.
Totally not sketchy at all.
"You're going to tell me what happened that day and you're going to tell me who this person is, now!"
The deeper voice growled a little bit louder making me flinch, I squinted my eyes while I walked into the pure dark shadows so i pulled out my phone, switching on the flashlight which I regret doing because it was too bright and super noticable from like ten feet away. I panicked and covered it with part of my sleeve which made it dim, but still easy to see where I'm going...in this trippy alleyway.
My ears pierced ked up a few thuds and a groan as the deep voice cursed under his breath.
I took a wild guess that he was going to take another swing at the guy before he called out with deep breaths.
"W-wait, please I'll tell you just stop!"
As i got deeper into the alley, I saw a yellowish light peaking out from the wall, and decided to put mine away so I could still appear to be unoticed. Then, when I peaked around the corner I saw the backs of three men and one man backed up against the wall with a bloodied up face and a swollen eye.
My heart dropped at the sight, but I didn't chicken out and kept eavesdropping on the conversation as it sparked my attention.
The man with the light beige trench coat walked side to side slowly before turning around in my direction, I moved back to hid more so he didn't see me, and thankfully he didn't.
I watched him closely, the way he moved on his feet, how he ran his fingers through his tossed hair on his head, the way he clenched his jaw on and off like he was trying to hold back on something. Something dangerous.
And when I got a glimpse of his face a small gasp left my lips.
He was truly handsome.
I was speechless...literally.
All was good until he reached inside his coat and pulled an object out. My heart picked up it's pace and my mouth became dry. It was a gun.
Specifically a pistol with a silencer built into it. The gold metal shined in the dim light, which made it look even scarier.
I made the dumb decision to pull out my phone, and go to the camera app and video tapped the conversation that was about to happen. I'm stupid, but not that stupid.
"Now," He Turned around, holding the tip of the handgun to the beaten up man's forehead with pressure making him whine in pain.
"I'm giving you ten seconds, or I'll pull the trigger." He spoke a bit louder than he probably anticipated to do. I flinched a bit, fear was growing on my skin by every slow second that went by, anxiety leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. It was a bit of blood dancing on my tongue as my teeth bit down on it from nervousness.
I could always jump in there to stop this, but then I'd probably be risking my own life too, so I just waited silently.
"Okay...okay, easy there. W-we were there that night, a-and she came with us, but we told her not to because there's someone who wanted her dead, b-b-but she wouldn't listen and, well, you should know what happens next," The guy stuttered out as fast as he could, eyes closing tightly as he prayed in his head.
"Who did, tell me who wanted her dead!" The aangry man gripped onto the gun tighter, his hand turing white.
The other guy shook his head as he sobbed lightly against the wall.
"I dont know man...I don't- we tried to stop him, but it was too late..." He cried out, guilt taking over him at this very moment.
His hand shook violently, and he turned around with his face in his hands.
I felt my heart tear into pieces, my ears picking up the faint sound of the man sniffling softly. And just like that, he lifts his head and goes back to being a hard-ass, pointing the gun at his head one more time.
"You didn't try for shit."
That was the last thing the guy heard before the man pulled the trigger, a silent 'pew' going off making me flinch and drop my phone.
My eyes widened as i realized my mistake, face heating up once I reach out to get my phone, but hear footsteps coming towards my direction. I hastly look up, meeting eyes with the man who has his gun pointed at my face.
I gasped and grabbing my phone, standing up with my hands up past my head with fear.
His face falters for a second, mumbling beneath his breath.
"Maria...?"
"Eh..." I sound, and realize that he's hesitating so I make this decision to do a roundhouse kick and know his gun out of his hand, then saying a few words.
"Im so sorry-" I bring my fist up and quickly throw a punch to his jaw. He grunts abd cursed, then reaching for the hood of my sweater once I start to run off, almost shitting my pants with fear.
"Chase after her and bring her to me, alive!" He yelled with rage, holding his jaw tightly while staring at my bsck thst ran out of the alleyway and down the street I came.
The two men the were with him chased after me, pulling a gun out of their waist band.
I was totally and utterly terrified to the point where I couldn't read the street signs to know where I'm going.
I am screwed.
To be continued...
Love, chickjin.
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