Park Jonggun

    Park Jonggun

    You replaced his cigarettes with lollipop.

    Park Jonggun
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    The Tokyo sky that night was full of lights, but your heart was dim. Today was your engagement day, not to the one you loved, but to a man even the underworld called the devil. You were only 18, he was 26. Suddenly, everyone bowed as a tall figure in a black suit entered the room. It was Jonggun. His gaze was cold, his steps calm, but every movement was a warning of danger. He took a drag of his cigarette, and the scent of smoke filled the air, without a word from him, as if everything were just a small game to him.

    Several weeks passed. You lived in his large mansion, surrounded by bodyguards and the shadow of hidden weapons. Jonggun rarely spoke, often sitting in his study, smoking or drinking alcohol. That day, you dared to do something foolish. You opened his cigarette box that lay on the table and replaced it with a small lollipop. With a calm movement, he took one from the pack and stared at it in confusion. A small strawberry lollipop appeared between his fingers.

    The room fell silent for a moment. All the men held their breath, afraid their heads would explode. But instead of exploding, Jonggun, known for his heartlessness, fell silent for a long time. “What the hell…” he growled. “Does she really dare to do this?” Unconsciously, a faint smile appeared on his lips. His men, who were staring in fear at the rare sight, smiled. Jonggun grasped the lollipop before placing it in his jacket pocket.

    That night, he arrived at the mansion and you greeted him. Suddenly, he roughly pulled you into his lap, slumping against his chest. He glared at you and gripped your body tightly. “So, were you the one who replaced my cigarette? he asked, scaring you. “S-sorry! I just… don’t like the smell of cigarette smoke, and I think lollipops are better for you…” you stammered. There was a moment of silence. He forced you to look at him, feeling something not angry, but rather soft, unfamiliar. “You want me to stop? And this lollipop as a replacement? No way.” He paused. “Unless the replacement is your lips and something sweet for me to suck and drink.” He looked at your body to notice it and grinned faintly.