I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE

I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE

I NEED A FULL VERSION OF VICE VERSA!!!

Ryoka Suzuki-san's voice is so sweet and melodic in this scene!!

shout out to all those fans who love this duo and this song!!

i really want the full japanese version so that i can sing along!

well shit....

i have reached my destination

“Who are we eating tonight?”, said the child seated across you in the train. His mother looks at you with an uncomfortable smile and answers “it’s not «who», it’s «what»”. But is it your imagination or do they have really pointy teeth?

Not As It Seems 2/2 (Vincenzo)

"I knew it was the right call to make Han seo break up with you." Your eyes snap open as you realize that Joon woo was the boss. The one calling the shots and using Han seo as a puppet. "How dare you?" You says, standing up from the bed and searching for your clothes. "Shit," he says. "Yeah, I wasn't fully asleep asshat."

"Oh come on. You're better off with me than my brother." "Yeah? Says who?" "Says how loud you were screaming my name earlier." "Don't kid yourself, Y/N. Han seo can't do a fraction of what I can." He adds as he stands from the bed to put on his boxers. "There's more to life than money and sex," "Is that so?"

"Han seo is twice the man that you will ever be," you snark. "Well in what way, sweetheart?" "Do not call me sweetheart." You tried searching for your clothes but then you realized that he ripped them off your body a few minutes before. You pull open his drawers and take out a sweatshirt and tights.

"So you're pissed at me but you want to wear my clothes?" He remarks as you put on the clothes. "I wouldn't have to wear your stupid clothes if you didn't rip my clothes off like a savage." "You didn't seem to mind it earlier. But not that I think about it, you should wear my clothes more often."

"Fuck off, Joon woo." You push passed him and he follows you down the stairs. "Wait, Y/N, I'm sorry. Just give me a chance." "You don't deserve a chance, Joon woo. You treat your brother like trash and your workers even worse. You're a terrible person and don't deserve me or Han seo!"

He backhands you across the face and you slowly straighten look back at him. You were in a personal turmoil. By how you and Vincenzo were raised, men never put their hands on women and those who did were found dead the next day.

But if you reacted the way you wanted to react, you could blow your cover that you spent weeks trying to build. You know what, fuck it.

You lunge towards him and jump up to wrap your legs around his neck. You kick off and use your momentum to send you both tumbling to the floor.

You kept your grip on his neck and said, "Don't you ever put your hands on me or any woman like that again, and I'll snap your neck, do you understand me?" "Tap my leg twice if you understand," you add and he complies.

You let go and stands up from the ground as he struggles to breath and gasps for air. "W-who are you?" He groans. "Your worst nightmare." You rush down the stairs, grab your keys before slamming the door closed behind you. You dial Vincenzo and he answers on the first dial. "Hello?" "I broke," you whimper.

"Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Come to the plaza," "Okay," you say before hanging up. You pull into the parking garage and wear a mask to cover the bruising of Joon woo's hitting you.

You walk up the stairs and Vincenzo was waiting for you outside of the office. He rushes over to you and asks, "Whose clothes are you wearing?" "Joon woo's. He's the real CEO, Vincenzo."

He ignored my previous statement and pull the mask off. His jaw clenches with anger as he brushes his thumb over the swollen cheek. "I'm going to kill him." You hold his hand and say, "I've had worse. Remember Budapest? I had to stitch my abdomen back together."

"This is about respect. He disrespected yo-" "Mr. Cassano. Who is this?" A woman asks. "Is this your girlfriend?" You and the woman asks at the same time.

Vincent's eyes widen as he shakes his head. "Cha young, this is an old friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my colleague, Cha young." 'Nice to meet you," you both say with a small bow.

"What happened to your cheek?" She asks. "Nothing," He answers before taking your hand and dragging you into the office. He motions for you to sit on the desk and he steps closer to you, his eyes not leaving your swollen cheek.

"On a scale of 1-10, how bad does it hurt?" "On the Mafia scale, a 1," you say with a chuckle but his face remained serious.

"What will you do if he comes back?" "Why would he? I threatened to snap his neck if he touched me again." He nods softly before you could still sense anger in his face.

You hold the back of his neck and pressed your forehead to his. He hold the back of your neck and says in Italian, "Till we bleed dry." "Till we bleed dry." You repeat.

"They seem to be close," Mr. Nam says to Cha young. "They do," "Are they dating?" "I don't think so," Cha young says. She can't help herself from staring at them and looking at how Vincenzo touches her. She wished he touched her like that.

**

Days later, you were relaxing in your living room when you heard a knock on the door. You thought that I was Vincenzo until you opened the door to see Han seo. He looked pale in the face and had beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Han seo, what happened?"

He falls to his knees and bows him head. "Please take me back. I was an idiot and I'm sorry." "Does Joon woo know that you're here?" You ask, suspecting that he had something to do with this. Han seo's breathing was shallow but fast, something you said must have triggered him.

He falls forward from fatigue and you catch him as you knelt down in front of him. You remember reading somewhere that holding your breath helps with panic attacks. You cup his cheeks and press your lips softly to his. His body tenses for a moment under your touch before softening and pulling you closer.

You pull away and he looks at you for direction. "There's something I need to tell you." You stand up from the floor and he follows suit. He walks in the door and you close it behind him.

He sits on the sofa and you decided to stay standing. "Han seo, there is something really bad and bloody that it about to go down. And I don't want you to be here when it does."

"What are you talking about?" You walk to the closet and pull out a duffel bag you made for Han seo. It had money, a passport, a plane ticket and some clothes his size.

You drop it in front of him and he asks, "What is this?" "Your brother is in neck deep with the Mafia, and I don't want you to be collateral damage." "The Mafia? How do you know that?"

"Because I am in the Mafia." You say, showing him your tattoo. "What? This can't be happening." You cup his cheeks once again and say, "Han seo, listen to me. There's not enough time to talk about this. You just have to trust me and get out of Korea. You deserve it." "What about you?" "Don't worry about me. I'm conditioned for this."

He jolts forward and embraces you in a long hug. Resting your chin on you shoulder, you held onto him tightly and he says, I love you." You pull away from him a little and trace his jawline with your fingers.

I peck his lips softly and say, "I love you too. Now go." He hesitates and you hand him the bag encouragingly. "I'll call you when all of this blows over. Be safe."

Don't Pretend (Vincenzo)

Y/N is a very successful civil rights investigator and a friend of Cha-young. Cha-young called her when she needed help building their case against Babel. Chairman Han seo thinks she's a threat, but Jun woo thinks otherwise.

Pairings: Joon woo x reader (romantic), Cha young x reader (platonic), Vincenzo x reader (platonic)

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I didn't even set foot in my apartment yet and Cha young called me for help. I love her and all but it seems like she's always in trouble with someone. She wants me to meet her at a theater because she wants me to meet someone.

She said it was urgent, so I didn't even stop by for food, so this person better be the President of South Korea or something.

I step out of my vehicle and walk through the entrance to see a swarm of reporters surrounding a group of people. One of those people was Cha young and I spin around on my heel, not in the mood for talking to reporters.

"Y/N!" Cha young calls. "Damn it," I say to myself before turning back around. "You didn't mention there would be reporters," "Surprise," she says.

I shake my head and she shrugs. I look to a random spot outside and say, "Oh my God, is that Jay Park and his new girlfriend? Look over there by the garden!" You point to a random couple that was walking past the garden.

"Jay Park! Where?" The swarm of reporters then went outside towards the garden. I roll my eyes and said, "They're like ants searching for food." I make my way towards the group and Cha young links her arm with mine.

"I missed you," she says and I grumble lowly. "Y/N, this is Vincenzo Cassano. Mr. Cassano, this is my colleague and close freind, Y/N," Cha young introduces.

"Seems like you're far from home, Cassano." I say in Italian, much to his surprise. He raises a brow at me and says, "I could say the same for you. The last I saw you, you were handling business in Siena."

"And you were handling business in Milano. Nice touch with the garden. It was beautiful," I compliment and he smiles. "Thank you, I try."

Cha young looks between me and Cassano and says, "You two know each other?" "Vaguely," I comment. "And who are they?" I add, motioning to the older woman, older man and two young men. "The enemy," Cha young says nonchalantly.

"For enemies, you seem awfully close," "Believe me, we're not," an older woman snaps. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm just making an observation." I snark. "Excuse me?" she steps closer to me and Cha young does the same.

"Careful, she hates being touched." Cassano states. "I'm heading back to my loft," I say before giving Cassano and Cha young a nod.

"Who are you?" The older woman asks but there was something about her that urked me. I give her a once over before walking back through the entrance.

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"She's Y/N Y/L/N, a civil rights investigator and the top in her firm. Not only that, but she has correlations with mafias across three different continents. She has the resources to take us down," Han seo says and a small smile creeps on Joon woo's lips. "Why are you smiling?" Han seo asks.

"She's very accomplished," Jun woo answers. "And it's her accomplishments that scare me, brother." "Don't be. I'll handle her," "Handle her how? Like kill her?" "I don't want to, she seems interesting. But I will if she continues to be a threat to us."

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I have to get back into the my workouts. I feel like I've put on a little weight while I was in Italy. It's not like I had any choice. Telling Nonna no is like kicking a puppy, no one can do it. Nonna offers you food, you always say yes. That's an unwritten rule that everyone follows.

My sneakers wrap around perfectly around my feet and I could barely feel the ground when I ran through the city park. I always make sure that it was light enough for things to be visible but early enough that there was only a handful of people in the park itself.

I was on my third and final loop when I saw the black van move across the street and park next to the sidewalk I was running on. I stopped to catch my breath for a moment before running in the other direction. I hear a door open and several footsteps run behind me.

I grab the nearest thick branch I could find and wait until they were close enough. I swing the branch as hard as I could, hitting three men in the face. They fell to the ground and I focus on the two guys rushing towards me at once. I duck around one and punched the other in the throat, leaving me with just the one man.

I bring up my guard and shuffle my feet but the man runs in back into the van and drives away. "You okay?" A voice asks from behind me and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I spin around and kick his leg out from under him. He falls to the ground and I apply pressure to his chest.

"Relax. I'm not the bag guy here." He strains. "Wait a minute, I know you. You're the-" "A friend of Cha young." He places his hand on my outter thigh and I say, "I wouldn't know if friend is a term I would use. She called you the enemy."

"She was referring to the rest of them," "What ever helps you sleep at night." I finally stand up from his chest and he takes a deep breath.

He stands up from the ground and that's when I notice that he was shirtless. My eyes softly scan the smooth, tanned skin of his pecks. My eyes snap up to meet his and he cocks his head teasingly.

"Speechless?" "I'll never give you that satisfaction," I snark as he steps closer to me so I have to look straight up just to meet his eyes.

The next thing I knew, I am washing off his touch and scent in the shower. Well trying to anyway. Halfway through my shower, he decided to join me and trail his hands down my hips.

I moan softly when he presses my body the cold tiled wall and kisses my neck. He hooks one of my legs around his waist and slowly trails his hand along my inner thigh.

My phone blades, scaring us both. I pull away from him and he says, "Just ignore it." "She's been calling me all day, she already knows that something is up." I walk out of the shower and dry my feet before wrapping a towel around my body.

I answer the phone and Cha young yells, "About time! Where have you been!" "I, uh, I went shopping. There was no food in my refridgerator or cabinets." I answer calmly.

"Don't you have a maid for that?" "I'm not lazy enough to have a maid, Cha young." "Well, you had me worried. I thought someone took you hostage or something." She finally says without yelling.

"You really think they are capable of that?" "They are capable of many things. Be careful, Y/L/N." Vincenzo says in Italian.

"Bene, ciao," I say before hanging up. I turn around to see Joon woo inches away from my face. "Did you enjoy the past few hours?" I ask. He steps closer to me and motions to the scratches on his chest from my nails.

"What do you think?" He says softly. There's just something about him speaking softly that makes my knees buckle. The worst part is, I think he knows that.

"Good, because that's the last time that'll happen." "Do you know how many times I've heard that? And how many crawled back to me?" He says cockily. "Yes, but I'm sure you'll be the one crawling." I say, tapping his chest before walking out of the bathroom.

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My worst nightmare came true today. One of my closest friends was murdered last night by a rival mob leader. The boss says not to engage them and that he will handle it, and my anger dwindled down to sadness. I took a day to myself and cried my eyes out in my bed.

Goosebumps littered my body as cold chills rolled through. I wince as the cold, damp fabric of the t-shirt grazes over my warm back and I took it as a sign to hop in the shower. Squatting down on the shower floor, I duck my head under the scalding hot water. The water rakes through my hair and trails down my body when I hear the doorbell ring.

I dry myself and slide on some shorts and a sweatshirt Joon woo gifted me in attempt to see me again. It took Joon woo two weeks before realizing that I wasn't going back to him. After wards, he sent me flowers, teddy bears, sweatshirts and a 10k watch that looked like it costed a fortune.

I gave the teddy bears and flowers to random people in the street and the watch to Cha young and the look on Jun woo's face when he realized it was the gift he gave was aboslutely priceless. But I gladly kept the sweatshirts because they were too cute to give up. I walk down the stairs and wipe away my tears before opening the door.

Joon woo stands in the door way and he looked happy about something. But his smile soon falls when he sees that I've been crying. "You've been crying. What happened?" He tried reaching for my face but I slap his hand away. "Stop. Don't pretend like you care about me." I snap but he lunges forward to grab my face.

I take a few steps back and his hold on my face softens. "Of course, I care about you." He says, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I sniffle and wipe away more of my tears. I always hated crying in front of people, it made me feel weak.

He grabbed the remote and sat on the bed. He pulled himself to the head of the bed and takes me with him. He pulls me between his legs and leans my back into his chest.

He searches through the channels and stopped at a cartoon before wrapping one arm along the clavicle of my neck. He wraps the other across my waist and says, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to."

"Why are you here, Joon woo?" I croak, wiping away my tears. "We won our settlement case and I wanted to celebrate with you." "We're literally enemies," "Isn't that how it always is? Enemies and polar opposites attracted to each other?" He asks and I look up to meet his gaze from behind.

He examines my face as he waits for a response. "I guess that is how it goes, isn't it " I lean on his shoulder and he presses the side of his face against my temple. "I lost my best friend today," I add with a sigh.

I STILL REMEMBER!!!!

Agni's beautiful long hair....

ughhh...

naze?? why?

He looked amazing in short hair as well.

rest in peace agni..

i love you

I GOT IT!!!!

I repeatedly rewinded the ep 9 scene where yukimaru recites the lyrics and wrote down the pronunciation and now i am singing along for a cover!!!!