#xhwasa

The raven haired curvy woman as per usual had sat on one of the tall stools by the counter while her eyes were in search around the bar, so to see whom was frequenting it on this particular night for no reason other than to make time as she waited for her usual, to which she wished she had traded for something sweeter than night, seeing an handsome fellow seemed to be approaching her, giving her yet another reason to regret her timely request, as having the help to order and doing a guy that chance of a gesture went well most of the times: One drink here, one smile there, a kiss and most times than not she’d arching her back with lips and tongue to her lower or something rather bigger than a finger.

“Sorry, I was told to not take any sweets from strangers, but if you’d like I could buy you a treat instead?” She shrugged as her own drink was placed in front of her once finished, whiskey on the rocks and she would only hope that she only had requested a little too fast to give him time to pop in the question. “If not we could always wait for me to finish this one, so you can ask?” Hwasa grinned, offering a wink to the male and then taking in the chance to glance at him from head to toe, liking what she was seeing. 

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰: 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴/𝘯𝘣

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘏𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘢'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 (𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘺)

𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

(𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

                                            ―――――――⭐🌙――――――

“Baby, I really appreciate how you always think of me and bring me cute things whenever you have a mission, but you should look after yourself and stop getting this hurt, you know?” Hyejin cooed as she approached with a gauze drenched in a wound cleaning solution to carefully be able to pat the latter’s wounds, before they could either stitch them together or get anything to cover them and keep them from infecting.

Besides the calming silence, the only sounds present in the dimly-lit room were the of the gloves she were as she took care of the other, the slight bed creaks as she had asked them to seat so the task would be easier to achieve and the wet patting sounds of the gauze as she worked on their skin.

“Kind of too late to ask – But tell me if it’s hurting, all right?” She smiled gently, not seeming like a mafia member that would sell drugs, lead people into schemes where such drugs would be carried out or into the country and where if caught they would get the blame and as if she didn’t ever kill anyone either.

“Just because this business went from one sister to another, it doesn’t mean that I lose my right to the money you own. You’re in my territory, so if you want to have bread at the table everyday and to be able to not worry about hospital bills, you better pay sweet cheeks. I didn’t come on here on propose to get another no as an answer.” Hwasa’s nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply and glared at the other, despite how easy on the eye the girl was. She had been having some business with the other that had left the apparently family business pub of theirs, but even when knowing that this girl could perhaps have nothing to do with whatever her sister had done, she kept on bothering. Well, she couldn’t say that that was perhaps the only reason she kept on coming back, but receiving her money bit by bit or at least seeing the other get all worked up was worth every trip.

“Why don’t you ask that to your dad? He was the one owning me money.” The raven haired drug lord bent over and closer to the other as they remained tied to the chair -- which was a classic on the business and as both hands held to the arms of the victim and the chair, she intensely glanced at their face, while hoping to listen to anything. Hwasa could be a good person and wouldn’t just murder someone out of spite. If the other would have an end with a bullet to their head or any other end just as tragic, she would truly need to be provoked. Again, she was in charge of drugs within the family, not the most violent jobs and she would like to keep it at that.

In resume, with this kidnap, she simply wanted to reason with the client that has been taking goods for a indeterminate amount of time, yet no matter how long it went, they don’t drop in even one penny and she wanted this to be a kind reminded. For as long as they wouldn’t give the money or have other ways to pay up for the mess, they wouldn’t have their descendant back.

“I see you dating that loser, yet you know that I’m the boss around and could protect you and get you more than what they can even imagine, right? What do you even see in them?” The brunette questioned as she sent the other a suggestive glance after she scanned their body from top to bottom and back up again, which she knew for that that along her previous words would be more than enough to make her intentions crystal clear. Hwasa wasn’t really one to hide her feelings when having them for someone, even if within working hours.

The voluptuous female knew that this was wrong and she wouldn’t doubt it this action came to be considered a crime, but while her breakfast was by the plastic table she set by the balcony of her apartment, from which she took a bite from time to time with the aid of one hand, the other held binoculars to her eyes, so she could appreciate the view: Long legs, broad shoulders, firm and strong chest, well toned abs and cute face to go with all of that bomb of a body. Her orbs followed the movement of the man that everyday jogged by her apartment everyday and couldn’t help but to let escape a few sounds that indicated her approval and her binoculars as well, but that wasn’t on propose and she would have a lot to explain, seeing that she seemed to had noticed that the other had seen what she did.

( ✉ → sms Hwasa) ... I’ve heard pretty weird sounds last night coming from their house and I don’t know how the explain them?