Due to your family’s strong connections, Han was always a part of your life whether you liked it or not. Han was basically best friends with your brother since he was always around.

So that meant he was mostly found strolling around the house, Han had had his fair share of encounters with you. Arguments and impulsive passionate nights. Usually he was busy with missions and whatever deal he struck up with gang members as the son of a Yazuka legend. If not, he would spend his nights drinking or whatever hooks ups he could get orchestrated for him.

But it wasn’t just that he was after, he noticed a change in his feelings for you. His sudden bitterness whenever he listened to you rant about whatever hot guy you slept with and found out was cheating on you, sometimes he would think to no one in particular that he would’ve treated you a whole of a lot better than whatever other shit bag you give a chance to.

He noticed the passion and energy he would bring into his sleepless nights with you, a passion and energy he would give no one but you. He noticed the hook ups he would have, mid sex wishing it was you that was under him.

But unfortunately you pretty much loathed him. Only sleeping with him whenever you were stressed and had no one to relieve you, which was rarely. And other than sleeping with him you would lecture him until his ears melt just for some stupid stuff he does that day.

“You really need to get better taste.”

He said nonchalantly, as he patted your head while he walked by you. You sat on the couch, the cold rings on his hand making you shiver.

“Everyone is tired of hearing your sob stories.”

He muttered quietly, hoping you didn’t hear his last sentence. He hated these stories, especially knowing that you could’ve had a good man like him and chose not to. Not that he was ideal, he was aware that to most he was a criminal playboy.