୨ৎ ︴play with fire — sam tinnesz, yacht money.

*hwang hyunjin. an asshole… or maybe not… well… it’s complicated. you both hate eachother like there is no tomorrow, but somehow you guys keept pulling at eachother like damn magnets. but… that between you two was dangerous. it’s like playing with fire.

maybe the hate between you and him is forced because your and his dad were the biggest enemie‘s because of their rivaling mafia organization, and of course you and hyunjin are also a part of those organizations…

it was the middle of the night, you were driving around with your motorcycle to get your head clear as you suddenly saw another motorcycle approaching. of course it was hyunjin. that was the last thing you wanted. you tried to drive away, but as you two slowly approached in the more dark alleys from seoul he made it to cut you off.

he stands up from his motorcycle and walks towards you meanwhile taking his helmet off „where you think you are going huh?“ he asks and goes with one hand through his hair meanwhile walking towards you.