beware`

Oh don't worry about him, its a minuscule problem. But for you, you now have plans. Put something cute on, I'm going to spoil you rotten tonight.

[sms]: `NANA

You like Mr. Kors, right?

Hyojin's original plans for the night were simply collect her cut from her girls and spoil the cute little eye candy she had been parading around with at the time. She didn't have intentions of arriving at Draco, seeing how she had given full responsibility to her nephew who had been begging for her to help with the establishment.

But here she was. Hunting down a client that had lied about an appointment he had arranged with her girls. A Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong club to try and get away with his 'theft'.

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"You've really got some fucking balls." her voice barely slices through the deafening beats the DJ were pumping. Her hand already finding her escort's; cutting in between the darker skinned woman and the client, round eyes narrow with fury as an entourage of security surrounds the wallowing male. "I would give you a warning about what would happen if you tried this again, but with scum like you, there's no second chances." 

She gives her guys the signal. The man's pleas fall deaf to the woman's ears. She gave him no kind of recognition as he begun to be pulled away. It were for the best anyway.

"Saemi," she finally addresses the girl, her gaze turning to the dark skinned woman who had been standing behind them through the whole scene, a smirk slowly curling at crimson painted lips as she continued, "go on ahead, I'll pay for whatever damages have been made. Enjoy your night." With a bow and a hurried scurry, the girl disappears.

"So," she starts without giving regard if she could understand her or not, a brow arching with interest as it were the first time in a while she had spotted a foreigner in the club; and a vigilant one at that. "Who do I thank for saving my precious little Saemi back there, hm?" Eyeing the empty glass in the woman's hand for a brief second, she reaches for it, replacing it with her hand.

✄ “When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin’, but not to help.”

It had felt good the first time. It had been just and well-deserved. But the times after that…the screams had been deafening, and then she had felt her stomach begin to knot, and her throat tighten. She could never stop, though; she had been forced to commit crimes she wanted no part of. The maelstrom she called life was hell on earth to her. But then…it had felt easy, it came naturally, and the orders that she had been given, she had done them without hesitation. She hadn’t been born a killer—or at least she thought she hadn’t. Confrontations with guardians had made her this way, and she could never escape the life she had lead because of it. It made her angry at the world, to stop and shout, hoping someone would listen to her plights, but they never did. Who would stop for someone like her? Would anyone be able to save her—stop her? My name is Kim Jiwon, and I am a murderer.

( please note: biography isn’t available yet, but will be soon. )