Pairing: MyungYeon

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Author: popgirl345543

Kim Myungsoo.

The most feared man on the streets- notorious for drive by shootings and gang robberies.

He smirked devilishly, running his fingers through his hair as he approached the cowering figures of the two men. Roughly grabbing their shirts, he snarled, “Do you realize where you are? And what your actions mean? You're undermining my authority.” His voice was meant to cut like ice. 

The two men let out pitiful yelps, their breaths condensing in the air and sinking like their hopes. “Y-y-yes sir. We’re sorry. We just needed some money. We didn't know that this was your turf!”

“Get out- now.” Myungsoo threw them back onto the ground and stalked out from the dark alley, lighting a cigarette as he took in the frigid night air. 

They were just another bunch of hopeless petty thieves. He was better. Stealing wasn't meant for pickpockets. It was too much of an art to be defiled in that way. If one is going to steal, steal correctly. His plans were crafts- his methods were masterpieces. 

He pulled his coat closer around him as he stared down the empty streets- the crossing walk trailed with a ghostly fog. Then, out of the condemning mist that seemed to taunt his lifestyle- he saw a figure. 

It was a girl.

Myungsoo saw her frantically running down the street, her long, wavy hair flying behind her. Her breath billowed out into the freezing night as her chest heaved up and down. She was only wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and extremely high heeled boots- her shirt cut at the sleeves. It must have been a trend. 

His heart began to palpitate as they fell on her clear eyes- filled with a slightly confused look and soft tears Her soft lips were mumbling incoherent words as she rushed past him, leaving behind her pure lilac scent. Myungsoo turned swiftly on his heels- following her silently as she made her way through the many twist and turns of Seoul.

She turned around several times, glancing behind her. Myungsoo kept to the shadows as he continued to trail her, finally arriving at a shabby looking apartment complex. He hid around the corner as he watched her ascend the stairs swiftly, making her way to the third door to the left on the second floor. Smirking, he went back the way he had come- making sure he had her face, scent, and home address ingrained in his memory.

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He darted quickly around the corner until he heard her clanging heels along the stairs. She was back from work at exactly four a.m., her hair disheveled like before and eyes slightly teary. Myungsoo had managed to find out that she was a stripper at a nearby club, working long hours and often taken advantage of. Her shift was supposed to end at 2:30 but oftentimes- some guy had dragged her out of the club by then and had his way with her. Myungsoo also knew that she got paid for these "services" even though she would always break down around twenty minutes after each incident and get lost on the way home, taking half an hour to find her way around the streets again. 

That's what people probably meant by "guilty money."

Myungsoo had oftentimes wanted to rush in and stop things from escalating, but he had stopped himself, reminding himself that the girl, Park Jiyeon, probably had a desperate reason that she had in order to resort to such a way of life. 

The next night, Myungsoo came earlier than before- around 3:45.

He stepped out into the wan light of the lamp and checked his "costume" carefully.

Bruised nose? Check.

Cut lip? Check.

Torn shirt to reveal abs? Check.

Dirty ripped jeans? Check.

He looked perfect, as if he were really beaten to a sad pulp. Myungsoo scoffed, who would ever be able to put him in this condition anyways?

Laying himself strategically infront of the stairs, he ensured that Jiyeon could not miss him on her way to her apartment unit. He closed his eyes slightly, his heart racing and soon enough, he heard the sound of hasty clacking on the cold concrete. Then a soft gasp filled the chilly air and he felt soft hands on his chest, feeling along his forehead and checking the contours of his injured features. 

He heard her grunt as she picked him up and dragged him up the stairs, felt her struggle under his weight as she searched around in her pockets for her keys. 

Jiyeon set him down on the couch as she rushed into what he thought was the bathroom. Myungsoo opened his eyes slightly, peeking at the interior of her humble abode. It was very feminine, soft pastel colors decorating the walls and plain furniture filled the living room. He heard her come back and felt a wet towel along his forehead. He felt her nimble fingers begin to unbotton his shirt, searching for more bruises.

He lay stiffly, letting her work his ragged polo off of him. Myungsoo heard a sharp intake of breathe as she beheld his abs. He felt her fingers trace the outline of his muscled stomach. Smirking, his strongs arms darted out and embraced her- pulling Jiyeon to his chiseled chest. She seemed to stiffen, her eyes looking up at him- imploring him. 

They seemed to say, "oh, you're just like any other guy." And the look that clouded her clear orbs over was one of despair, defeat, and resignation- as if this were too common of an event for her to feel any different.

He crushed her lips with his- causing her to jolt backwards, probably from the different sensation- of pure love. Yes, Myungsoo loved this stranger that he barely knew. He loved her soft smile after handing water to other dancers at the club. He loved her awkward body waves on that small stage under the harsh spotlight. He loved the way she always wore plain clothing to work because she seemed to hate the suffocating shorts and dangerously pointed stilletos. Myungsoo also loved her lilac scent that never changed because it was her favorite perfume. 

He once again made her lips prisoner- and hoped that she would understand all of this. "I love you."

She looked up at him questioningly- assessed the serious look in his eyes. "You don't even know me."

"But I do. I know that you love the color purple. I know that you often wake up at sunrise to stare out at the painted clouds. I also know that you're lonely."

"You don't know anything!" She shoved him away, attempting to stand.

Myungsoo grabbed onto her small wrists and pulled her close to him. "I know that I've fallen in love too." 

"You don't know me," she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"I'm willing to learn," he muttered softly into the crown of her hair. He felt her begin to shake- from violent sobs. He enveloped her in his arms, hugging away the sadness.

"Will you take me as I am now? Tainted?"

Myungsoo laughed. "Your heart is pure. That's all that really counts in this world."