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그 누구도 너를 나보다 사랑 할 순 없기에.
Hiroto suddenly jumped up, pointing a finger accusingly at the dark-haired man. “Hah! I knew you’re a yakuza!” Without waiting for a response, he promptly spun around and hurried to the door, not wanting to be in the scary guy’s presence any longer. But before he managed to reach the door, he felt an arm grab him around his waist, lifting him up onto a strong shoulder and carried out of the room like a sack of potatoes.

“Ahh! Let me go! Put me down! I’m warning you; I know karate!” Hiroto kicked his legs and thumped his fists onto the man’s back. He wondered why there wasn’t anyone around to see him being kidnapped before remembering that it was lunch hour and many of the staff were out. “I’ll chop off your head, you evil, kidnapping, yakuza, you!”

They passed through a doorway and the door clicked shut behind them. Then Hiroto was set back on his feet, the small brunette immediately scampering away, vaulting over a couch without a second thought.

He peeked over the top of the couch just in time to see the taller man roll his eyes. The latter stepped forward towards the couch and—ignoring Hiroto who backed away so that his head collided with the wall—plopped down on it. He twisted his body to see the shorter man holding a broom in defence. Again, he rolled his eyes.

Hiroto paled. “What do you want from me?” he nearly shouted, waving about the broom, trying to look menacing.

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