Chapter 1 

The sun is blue, right? If a person believes it then let her be. What if for that person, blue is actually yellow? Your reality can differentiate from others. For example, the thing I was talking about awhile ago, “the sun is blue” thingy. If the person is actually colorblind, the sun really is blue, right? Blue! The sun is blue because that is what she saw. With those thoughts engraved in my brain, I basically grew up as a pretty laid-back person that do not necessarily care about debates regarding well, life in general. 

Because of that fact, I basically became the type of person that befriended anyone and everyone. In my life, I respect everything. I guess that’s what made me likeable as a person. I don’t know about your school but mine’s actually pretty peaceful. Maybe because I am in college and our studies are more important than some dumb drama regarding the Queen Bee or the Bad Boy.

Anyway, life is actually quite ordinary in this university. I wake up, I study, I eat with my friends, I go to parties to get drunk sometimes, and I sleep every night or morning. You know the deal with college. 

I was actually pretty fine with this life. Like I said, I’m a pretty laid back person, right? I guess god’s not satisfied, because he sent me an angel. 

An angel with guns, loads of money, and a huge dragon tattoo on her left shoulder. I like her, I guess;  and liking her actually meant being a part of her mess, right? So, uhm, can I ask if it’s normal to be kidnapped and be in a private jet straight to Japan? Because I honestly don’t know at this point.
 
In order to make this story less cliché than the others, I’m going to start in the middle. Is that alright with you? Okay, thanks.

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“Run!” Mina said out loud as she dragged me in the streets of I-DON’T-KNOW-I-CAN’T-READ-JAPANESE!

“Wait!” I said in between puffs as I struggled to follow her, still high from an Adrenaline haze. I heard a gunshot behind us and a scream escaped my lips.

“Shush!” She warned and I swore there was a freaking grin on her face. The people around us were already in chaos as big, burly, heavily tattooed men followed us, with guns. With her hand still holding mine, too tightly I might add, she took something from the waistband of her skinny jeans. 

A deafening shot rang in the air as I let out another high pitched scream. I looked back, and saw one of the men kneeling on the ground, blood oozing from his leg. I used my other hand to cover my mouth. I think I am going to throw up.  

She seemed to notice someone from the distance because I saw her waving the gun in the air with the same grin. We finally stopped running; I was about to faint anyways. 

A big, black hybrid of a truck and a car, stopped in front of us. She opened the door and pushed me, pulling me up by the waist and using her hands to push me up through my . I groaned as I finally managed to enter. A soft, yet heavily tattooed hand forcefully dragged me to the side and I huffed at the harsh treatment. 

I looked at the woman driving the truck-car. Her eyes was wide yet sharp. She had long blonde hair that is messily yet stylishly slicked back away from her face. A few strands of it fell down her face. She had a surprisingly cute face despite the tattoos that adorned her shoulders and hands. All in all, she was ignoring us as she drove expertly. 

Mina on the other seemed so relaxed despite the scary mess we just experienced a while ago. At the corner of my eye, I saw her enter the vehicle as well. The truck-car began to move in a fast and reckless way. I heard another gunshot directed to us and looked back in horror. She chuckled a little when she saw my expression.

“Don’t worry, this car’s bullet-proof.” She said calmly with a slight smile. 

The hair tie that was keeping her hair together in a messy ponytail was now on the very edge of her hair. She relaxed on the expensive looking leather seat and finally removed the tie, pulling it to her pale wrist. I stared at her shoulder length dark hair. Her face looked ethereal as thick strands of hair framed her her elegant and delicate face. 

She turned to me with a smirk, delicate fingers reaching out to put a lock of brown hair behind my ear. I glared at her and shied away, too confused about everything. 

First of all, I remembered confessing to her. Telling her that I like her. And then what happened? I think I vaguely remember her giving me a tight hug and then.. I was in Seoul, Korea. Like I always was, every single day. Well, until today. I felt my face scrunch up. 

Her smirk turned into a gentle smile, showing off her adorable gums and small teeth. She moved closer to me, stopping when she was finally a few inches away. 

“You passed out before I could tell you.” she said vaguely. She once again, used her hand to play with my hair, which was probably so tangled and messy by now.

“Huh? Wait, what is happening? How come I don’t really remember..” I trailed off. She then started to laugh, much to my annoyance. 

She finally stopped laughing as I sat there, seething in anger. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll explain it all to you.” She said. 

“But first,” she grinned again, moving impossibly closer. I froze as I felt her lips brushed against mine.

“I need to tell you this. I like you too.” She said with a blinding smile. I blinked, once, twice. 

“Now that is out of the way, try to remember first and then I’ll fill in the gaps.” She said calmly. 

I leaned down, my hands on the upper side of my face as I rubbed my closed eyes in frustration.

“Okay, I remembered I was with you,” I felt my face heat up, “telling you that I like you.” I looked up. She nodded as she also leaned down, her elbow resting on her thigh and her hand on the side of her face. 

“And then you hugged me.” I screw my eyes shut, trying to remember. Wait..

“You hugged me and then you kissed me and I swore- I freaking swore I swallowed something, like a pill, or something, and then I can’t remember anything after that, and then by the time I woke up I was in a freaking jet plane with your hand deep inside my freaking pants.” I told her.
She laughed again, tilting her head back. I looked at the tattooed woman in worry when I realized that I was almost shouting. I felt my face heat up again. 

“Momo can’t understand Korean. Keep talking.” She said, referring to the blonde girl that was still driving without saying a word, putting a reassuring hand on my knee. 

I sighed. “And then before I know it you’re putting a freaking  parachute on me. We jumped from the jet! We freaking landed in Japan! I was so scared. I don’t know if you know but I’m freaking scared of heights and you freaking pushed me!” I complained, glaring at her.

“And then- well there’s the scary men with guns. And then you also have a gun..” I trailed off before staring at her. “Seriously, what the hell is happening?” I asked, gripping her slender shoulders and started shaking her to show my deep frustration. 

“I’ll tell you everything. I promise; soon. But for now, rest. You must be tired. We still have a few hours to go before we reach our destination. “ She said. She removed my hands from her shoulders and held it in front of her. I watched as she gave my hands a peck, soft lips radiating warmth all over my skin, calming me.

 She opened a compartment beside her and I saw a small refrigerator and a pantry. She took out two bottles of water and bread. She handed the water and the bread to me. 

I didn’t realized how hungry and thirsty I was until I took a gulp of water. I quickly opened the packet of the bread and took a bite. In the corner of my eye, I also saw Mina eating as well. After we ate, she turned to me. 

“You can sleep on my lap.” She said, patting her thighs. I shyly thanked her and laid down, not bothering to say no. I was too tired, even though I was asleep the whole time before. All the running and the falling was just too much for me. 

I rested my head on her lap and felt her fingers on my hair, gripping it in a tight hold before releasing it softly. 

Before I knew it, I finally fell asleep.