Hello, Dear Reader.

This period coincides with Writer's school break, so I wanted to come down.

SF

Let's read it.

Thank you to everyone who still stopped by.

May not come as often as other writers. But Jeryo's blood hasn't changed yet ^^

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This story probably won't last more than 5 episodes. I will try to finish it before school starts.

Love all readers as always. Kisses <3

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                KimMeenWook

With love and miss you....

YeRyeo

SF : Love of death 1

Sunday morning, the weekend everyone was waiting for, looked like a bright day with spring just around the corner. Pale pink cherry blossoms bloom as crowds of people come out to breathe in the fresh morning air in this park in the heart of the city. Bright smiles appeared on many people's faces. It was a sight that made everyone look so happy.

Taking the small step of taking the camera in your hand and pressing the shutter to take a photo, you can't help but smile at the sight you see.

“So happy,” the little one said to himself, satisfied. Before walking around exploring beautiful corners, taking impressive photos throughout the park.

“In the late morning like this, it would be nice if I could get a cup of delicious coffee.” The owner of Kao Lek decided to walk out of his place of happiness and into a small alley across the road. The small figure walked and stopped in front of his favorite coffee shop, where whenever he had free time or holidays, he always had to sit and sip coffee and listen to music to relax his mood.

Jingle

The bell in front of the shop rang, revealing a visitor. The shop owner couldn't help but smile internally when he saw him. The small, bright-faced owner with his white shirt with a giraffe pattern and a camera hanging from his neck was such a sight that he couldn't take his eyes off. Yesung didn't realize how long he had been staring at him until now the person he was peeking at was standing at the counter.

“I would like a glass of iced latte, please,” a bright voice said from the small body.

“Miss, Miss!” the small figure nudged the person in front of him who was so distracted that he couldn't hear what he was saying.

“Yes… yes, some hot cocoa, right?” Yesung seemed to have woken up from a dream and acted awkwardly. Until the person in front couldn't help but smile.

“Iced latte,” the little one repeated.

“Yes, just a moment,” Yesung finished, turning to deal with the large coffee maker in front of him. It didn't take long for Little's delicious iced latte to be ready.

“Thank you.” The little one took the glass of drink and walked to his usual seat, where he sat every time he came here. A clean, white coffee shop with a simple, elegant interior. The smell of coffee wafting in and the ballad music playing in the background was really relaxing all day long. The camera was immediately picked up and put to use. The tall shop owner secretly looked at the small figure's cute behavior with gentle eyes. Every time he meets this person, happiness will build up in his heart without him realizing it.

But this coffee shop is just a façade to hide the dark background of this Kim Jong Un. His life was not born for happiness, but he was born for death. The only son of the biggest mafia gang in South Korea, a position he never thought he'd want to possess. The life he had been forced into since childhood was taught only to destroy happiness and kill.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The sound of a beautiful phone ringing and the name that appears on the phone screen always brings death.

“Hello, Dad. I'm at the store right now.” Yesung answered the phone in a calm voice, his eyes clearly changing to become serious.

“At noon, you come to father's house. Dad, I have work for you to do.” The answer on the other end of the line made the listener secretly sigh. Because he knew exactly what his father's work meant.

“Yes.” Yesung picked up the beautiful phone and turned to look at the same angle, but it appeared that the small figure had disappeared. It's time for Yesung to return to the real world. What is in front of us right now is just a drama. Yesung walked out of the back of the store, pulled into a luxury sports car, and drove out of the store quickly. He hadn't spent much time on the road before the car pulled up in front of the large mansion where he had lived since childhood and had recently moved out to buy his own condo.

“Sir is waiting in the office.” A bodyguard in black walked up to Yesung as soon as he got out of the car. A tall figure walked up the stairs and stopped in front of the room at the end of the corridor before deciding to open the door to receive orders from his father.

“Here you are, Jonghoon, please take a seat,” the father said in a relaxed manner.

"thank you"

“Father, I won't be arrogant. Dad wants you to deal with this person.” With that, a brown envelope was handed to Yesung. Yesung took the envelope and opened it to look at the documents inside. When he saw the picture in his hand, he immediately knew that this task would not be easy at all.

“This is President Yonghwa.”

“Yes, Father trusted you and trusted you to do this important job.”

“Why does it have to be this president?”

“Because it is what caused your uncle to die. Dad won't let your uncle die for free. As long as it doesn't die, I will destroy it in every possible way.” The father said angrily.

“The power he gained was obtained by usurping it from your uncle. A person who betrays even his best friend doesn't even deserve to live.” The big mafia spoke up again. Yesung received the order to put the documents in an envelope, walked out and drove back to his own condo.

Since he grew up, his father taught him only anger and hatred. Yesung was sent to a school that trained him to take on the responsibility of inheriting a mafia family from an early age. Until Yesung's uncle, who was about to become president, was assassinated. Yesung's father then took over the position and carried a grudge for 20 years.

Under the large mansion, loud chatter emanated from the dining room. The elderly man sitting at the head of the table turned to talk to his beloved son with a smile. Among the bodyguards and maids standing in the dining room

“How are you today, Father Ryeowook? Have you met the handsome man in your heart?” the father asked with affection.

“Keke, hey, he's really cute today,” Ryeowook finished, immediately feeling the heat spread across his face.

“Dad sees me and says I'm cute every day. Dad, I really want to meet this handsome young man.”

Even though Ryeowook's father held a high political position as president, he never criticized or interfered with his child's happiness. Since Ryeowook lost his mother when he was young and had to live with a female nanny all the time, he understands the gentleness in his son.

Outside the large mansion, a luxury sports car was parked in a dark corner of the road. The tall figure of the car owner looked inside carefully, a look of seriousness in his eyes that caused a look of fear to appear under his dark sunglasses. Painful images from the past seemed to be replayed over and over again in my mind because this person had caused him to lose his uncle.

“I will pay for everything with my own hands,” Yesung said to himself with resentment before starting the car and driving away.

As the scent of the sea washes away his sorrow, Ryeowook places flowers on the grave of his beloved mother who left him when he was a child. Ryeowook always came to see his mother when he had free time. Spending quiet time by the sea with her made him feel more at home than spending time with hundreds of bodyguards in that mansion.

“Mom, today I have something to tell you. I think I'm in love with someone What should I do?” The young man sat and spoke at the gravestone with a bright smile on his sweet face.

“I should go tell him, right? That's funny keke.”

“Mommy, you have to help me. I love and miss you very much,” Ryeowook said, bowing to the grave and walking out with contented eyes before driving off. The side streets changed from seaside scenery to many tall buildings. The nights in Seoul are truly beautiful. How long have you been since you went out for a drive at night? The little figure drove around the city until he forgot how many cars there were on the road right now.

Creak!!

“Ouch!” The result of the sudden braking caused Ryeowook's head to hit the steering wheel. The little body shook its head, trying to get rid of the pain.

Knock knock

A voice sounded from the car window. A young man under dark glasses stood staring at a small figure sitting in the car shaking his head. Ryeowook lowered his window before adjusting his vision to get better. The sight of Ryeowook in front of him shocked the bystanders quite a bit.

“Little one…is something wrong?” Yesung tried to knock on the window to make the people in the car conscious.

“I…it's okay.” Ryeowook looked up from the steering wheel before unlocking and opening the beautiful car door.

“Let me help you.” Yesung managed to open the door and carry a small figure out of the car. The person being carried slightly gaped before the color changed to a light pink. His handsome face beneath the black glasses instantly made him look better. Ryeowook didn't think at all that the person who would help him was the person he had always liked. The small figure secretly looked at the person holding him, and Yesung felt it and wanted to tease him.

Yesung gently placed Ryeowook on the chair on the sidewalk before lowering his head closer to Ryeowook until their faces were less than an inch apart. His bright red face bowed his head and turned away, making Yesung extremely satisfied with his work before a smile curled up the corners of his mouth in triumph.

“I'll take care of it for you,” Yesung finished speaking and walked out to call the phone for his subordinates to come and clear up the situation. Things soon improved, and Ryeowook's car was taken to the garage for repairs under the small man's cries that he would take care of it himself.

“I can really handle it myself.”

“Let's stop talking about this. Does it hurt a lot?” Yesung asked in a concerned tone. before poking it on the small forehead of the person sitting with wide-eyed eyes

“Ah…ow!! It hurts,” the small figure shouted out, causing Yesung to laugh very well.

"Heh heh, come on, let's take you to the doctor."

After taking Ryeowook to the doctor at a nearby clinic, he volunteered to take his little body to his house. Ryeowook succumbed because his car broke down and the time was very late. If he returned on his own, he would have his father scolding him all night. Definitely Let's just say that this person is gentler than he thought.

“I haven't thanked you yet...”

“Yesung”

“Huh..my name is Ryeowook. Thank you very much, Mr. Yesung. But what did you call me just now when I was in the car?” Ryeowook asked.

“Wha…or not, I suspect your head hit and your ears hit. Besides, you can just call me Yesung, you don't have to call me.” Yesung made an excuse for accidentally calling out the pronoun he secretly used to call Ryeowook.

"I doubt he'll really be deaf."

“So, which house is yours?” Yesung asked after driving into the village for a while.

“Oh.. right in front of this.” A small hand pointed to a large house two houses further away.

This house, this house is….

How about the end of one episode?

Normally, I write in a dramatic style based on the music.

This story is a bit unconventional and brutal haha.

Please leave a comment to cheer me up, good person.