⚒️ Dragon Mark ⚒️
🤫 Silent Abyss🤫
Written by #preshsyarr
Chapter 3 – Future Wife If The Dragon
He didn’t realize how deep he was in his thoughts into Taeyong practically punched him. He was punched back to reality.
He hits the brakes, coming to q speedy stop. He felt the air evaporated from his lungs as the car stopped.
He looked up to find a woman standing merely a few inches from his cat. She was five inches short from becoming a road kill.
“What the hell!” He hissed as he pushed the door open and stepped out. Is she crazy? What the hell was she doing? Trying to get killed?
Taeyong and Doyoung remained in the car and watched Johnny marched up to the woman.
Even in the dim lights, they could figure out one thing, she was hot. Insanely gorgeous and if they didn’t just run her over, they would already be hitting on her.
“Impossible!” Doyoung mumbled under his breath catching Taeyong’s attention.
The older male turned back. “What?”
When Johnny was in cloud nine he did some research and he had look up for Jeon SoMi. He wanted to know something about the woman his best friend was marrying.
Doyoung looked up from his laptop and stared at the woman who was yelling at Johnny just outside the car. Doyoung has perfect eye sight and it was perfect because he is a sniper after all. He was unmistakable looking at the future wife of the Dragon. Then it hit him, they were five inches away from running her over.
He was then hit with a second blast, Johnny has no idea that the woman he had almost ran over is his future wife.
By the looks of the situation, it wasn’t looking pretty good. The two were shooting lasers at each other and were in a heated debate. Nobody really argued with Johnny. Nobody had the nerve to except for her. He smirked, this is gotta be interesting.
“That’s his fiancee.” He finally answered Taeyong’s questions.
He could see a bright smile appeared on Taeyong’s deceiving innocent face.
….
The ballroom of the Jeon Estate was filled with laughter and laughter and talk. It was a mixture of voices speaking in colorful languages. This was Seoul’s upper class.
Johnny gaze around the room, not impressed by anything that is happening. He was still pissed off about what happened earlier. He felt offended and humiliated. And neither of those feelings were allowed to linger in his vocabulary.
He still remembered her. The woman he almost ran over. After he stepped out of the car and snapped at her, he expected her to simply apologized. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to fire back with a force so strong, it seems like she was storming into battle with the demons of hell beside her.
“You look like you want to kill everyone in this room.” Doyoung commented as he and Taeyong magically appeared next to him. Both noticed the leader’s tense shoulders and how he was already drinking his night away.
“I’m just pissed off.” He stated. He noticed Taeyong and Doyoung throw curious glanced at each other. Instantly he knew they were hiding something from him.
The question was what?
“Spill it.” He ordered sternly eying the two. Wh@tëver it was he would find out anyways, he usually does.
“Strongest thing you have Ben.” The familiar voice. The sweet under tone of her voice was visible through the dry harsh tone she presented to the world. Her voice was delicately laced in poison and caked in layers upon layers of walls.
There stood a woman, leaning against the bar counter. Long wavy ebony hair, porcelain skim, lean her body with all the right curves. Her cherry mouth was tug into a frown of boredom. Her large brown eyes were casted down as his finger traced the counter lap I’m front of her. She was wrapped in an elegantly plain ref dress with a sweetheart neckline, the fabric of the dress beautifully draped down to the ground. No diamonds or jewels adored her body. She was beautiful, none could deny that fact, but there was a shadow that followed her. A dark cloud with intentions to kill, she looked like a mystery that no one could dare to solve.
