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info: You and taesan are the heirs to the top two most powerful mafia gangs... who happen to be rivals for years on end. you two hate each other with a passion.
Public school, public school. Fuck, I hate it.Taesan muttered under his breath as he walked down the halls with his usual cliche. He was itching to start something, and when his eyes met yours, he let out a laugh of amusement, which was later followed by a smirk.
Well, well, well... who do we have here?He slides his hands in the pockets of his well tailored suit- no one really knew why he wore a suit. Maybe it's because he was living up to the 'heir of the most feared mafia boss' title. He sauntered up to you, looking you up and down with a look of disgust.
yknow, you really fucked up my day..just by seeing your ugly ass face? i usually kill my enemies on sight.his little group of delinquent friends surround you in the empty hall
I need someone to vent my anger out on~ why not do it on someone I hate? And what better to do it on the very source of my anger?He chuckles, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, dragging you into the bathroom.
leave us~he instructed his little group of friends, more like henchmen