LOGIN*My mate turns out to be the mafia king?!* “Stop flirting with my staff.” My head snaps toward the guy I’ve run into twice today. I thought he was just an average school playboy. “Your staff?” I ask stupidly. He smiles widely. “That’s right, sweetheart. This is my club.” * “W-what are you doing?” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says it all. “Do you feel that?” He asks. It takes a second, but then I feel tiny sparks racing along my skin as his hand slips under my jacket and over my skin. I gasp, and then his lips are on mine. *** A few years ago, a series of scientific research buildings were attacked. The chemicals from those research facilities had seeped into our water supply and slowly manipulated our DNA. Last year was the first report of someone showing a hint of supernatural abilities. Then another and another until suddenly, there were people with abilities popping up all over the place. People with abilities were either feared or envied. I have tried hiding my ability for as long as I can. My ability would have me locked up and used until there was nothing left of me. The ability to heal is a gift everyone would want to take advantage of, so I never use it…ever. Until... I meet him. Julian. My schoolmate. The boss of The Hell Club. The Mafia King. My...mate. What we didn't know at the time was that these so-called DNA alterations were all werewolf genes growing inside the human body. And he, Julian... is my mate.
View MoreSeorang gadis bertubuh tinggi, menatap dirinya di depan kaca besar. Helaan napas yang berat terdengar menyedihkan setiap kali bertemu dengan pantulan wajahnya di kaca. Tangannya bertumpu pada wastafel setelah membasuh wajah berkali-kali untuk menjernihkan pikirannya yang kalut. Gadis itu menunduk, dan membasuh lagi, sudah tidak terhitung berapa kali dia melakukan hal yang sama.
Park Hye Jin, perempuan dengan warna kulit medium—pertengahan antara cokelat, warna kulit terang dan zaitun—itu berdiri di toilet sejak 15 menit yang lalu. Kedua matanya tak berpaling dari pantulan dirinya sendiri di depan kaca, di waktu yang sama otaknya pun masih bekerja keras. Berkali-kali ponselnya berdering keras, tetapi ia tak menghiraukannya.
Aroma pengharum lantai terasa menyejukkan, toilet yang bersih dan nyaman. Namun, bukan hal tersebut yang membuat perempuan berdarah Korea Selatan-Indonesia itu berlama-lama di sana. Ia sedang menghindari seseorang yang sedari tadi menunggu dan menyerangnya dengan berpuluh-puluh panggilan.
“Kau sedang apa sih?” Pesan masuk membuat ponselnya menyala terang. Notifikasi lain pun datang bersamaan, dari orang yang berbeda. “Kau harus kembali dengan berita yang aku inginkan!” Pesan lain yang datang dari sosok yang lebih menyebalkan dari seseorang yang tengah menunggunya di depan toilet.
Tatapan kosong kedua matanya yang terbingkai bulu mata lentik, mengarah pada sebuah tanda pengenal yang beberapa menit lalu dilemparkan dengan santai ke pojok wastafel. Tulisan PERS dengan tinta merah yang jelas, dan nama Hye Jin Park tertulis di bawahnya. Dia menghela napas kasar, sambil menyambar benda itu lagi. Hye Jin ingin kabur dan menghindari tugas-tugas menguntit yang menyebalkan, tetapi rasa cinta pada pekerjaan tersebut membuatnya kembali lagi.
Perempuan itu memasukkan tanda pengenalnya ke dalam tas berikut dengan ponsel yang tidak mau berhenti berdering sejak tadi. Setelah mengikat rambut panjang berwarna hitam kecokelatan miliknya, dia melangkah dengan pasti meninggalkan aroma parfum yang segar di dalam ruangan itu.
Hye Jin terhenti sejenak, menatap kedua sepatu kets putih yang menutupi kedua kakinya. “Apa aku harus percaya padanya?” ragunya sambil memegangi knop pintu.
Hye Jin menyampirkan ranselnya di bahu sebelah kanan, sambil melangkah keluar dari toilet tersebut. Dalam hitungan detik, seseorang langsung menyerangnya dari arah kanan dengan tatapan kesal, wajahnya mengkerut, dan bibir merah mudanya mengerucut.
“Seonbae[1]! Kenapa lama sekali sih? Aku menunggumu hampir satu jam!” cecar seorang pria yang kini mengekor di belakang Hye Jin.
Hye Jin pun tak menggubris keluhan pria itu, ia malah celingak-celinguk mencari tempat duduk kosong. “Jangan banyak bicara!” ucapnya ketus sambil menoleh sejenak, “Kalau dia tidak muncul, maka aku tidak akan percaya lagi denganmu,” sambungnya sambil menjatuhkan tubuhnya di sebuah kursi kosong, tepat mengarah pada pintu keluar penumpang.
Suara seorang wanita di bagian informasi menggema ke seluruh penjuru, mengumandangkan nomor penerbangan untuk memberi tahu pada setiap penumpang yang menunggu. Hye Jin terdiam mendengarkan suara tersebut, layaknya menikmati sebuah lagu. Suara para penumpang tidak mau kalah, mereka saling berbincang-bincang, bertukar pikiran tentang tujuan kepergiannya.
Bandara Incheon-Korea Selatan memang tidak pernah sepi dari para pengunjung. Sejak tadi tidak henti orang-orang bermunculan dan berlalu lalang sambil menarik koper mereka. Ada pula orang-orang asing yang muncul dari pintu keluar, bersama Tour Guide yang tak berhenti menjelaskan dengan suara yang lantang. Wajah asing selalu menghiasi penjuru Korea Selatan, terlebih saat ini sedang musim dingin. Waktu yang tepat untuk berlibur, walau tubuh harus menggigil karena suhu yang mencapai sebelas derajat celcius.
Hye Jin akui bahwa Korea Selatan merupakan tempat wisata yang cukup baik untuk menghabiskan liburan panjang dan menikmati hari demi hari yang indah. Sekadar minum kopi di pinggir Sungai Han atau mengelilingi Myeongdong untuk menghabiskan uang, sudah menjadi ide terbaik saat menghabiskan waktu di Negeri Ginseng itu.
Hye Jin mendongakkan kepalanya, menatap pria yang sedari tadi berdiri di sampingnya dengan mata yang tidak berhenti menjelajahi setiap penjuru bandara. Ia menggelengkan kepala saat melihat kegigihan pria itu. Hye Jin melipat kedua tangannya di depan dada dan bersandar santai di kursi. “Ya[2]! Dia tidak akan muncul!” serunya.
“Tidak, Seonbae! Aku yakin dia pasti muncul,” jawabnya berani.
“Tidak akan, Dong Joon-a!” seru Hye Jin lagi. Gadis itu bangkit dan meninggalkan pria itu di sana.
Pria dengan nama lengkap Park Dong Joon itu merungut sedih, ia berusaha mensejajarkan langkahnya dengan sang senior, walau langkah gadis di depannya itu terlalu cepat. “Seonbae! Kenapa kau tidak percaya padaku?” tanyanya kesal, kedua kakinya mulai kesulitan mengejar gadis itu.
Hye Jin hanya melirik sejenak pada pria yang berjalan setengah berlari itu lewat ekor matanya yang tajam. Ia tak henti menghela napas mendengar keluhan-keluhan junior yang baru dua bulan bekerja dengannya itu. Ia hanya berjalan lebih cepat, menuju lantai B1 untuk ke stasiun kereta.
Seorang pria berdiri tepat setelah Hye Jin melangkahkan kakinya, dengan gerakan seribu bayangan tubuhnya sudah berada di kursi kosong tersebut. Sedangkan Dong Joon berdiri tidak jauh dari tempat Hye Jin, bertumpu pada handle grip untuk menjaga keseimbangan.
Tidak ada yang bisa dilihat di sekelilingnya, semua orang sibuk dengan ponsel mereka. Bahkan seorang wanita dengan perkiraan usia 40-an di sampingnya pun sibuk dengan ponsel canggih keluaran terbaru. Masyarakat telah hanyut dalam kenikmatan teknologi yang semakin canggih.
Saat ini, bukan lagi musimnya berlangganan koran harian yang dikirim ke rumah-rumah. Namun, masyarakat lebih memilih untuk membaca berita lewat ponsel mereka. Keberadaan Hye Jin termasuk untuk memenuhi kebutuhan masyarakat akan berita-berita di dunia.
Hye Jin mengangkat kepalanya setelah melihat dua orang di sisi kanan dan kirinya. Tepat saat itu sorot mata Dong Joon menembak ke arahnya, membuat gadis itu memusatka kedua matanya ke ponsel canggih merek Samsung yang baru dibelinya tiga bulan lalu. “Menakutkan!” gumamnya bergidik. Dia kini sibuk menjelejahi Siber perusahaannya.
HanNews adalah salah satu perusahaan Pers terbesar di Seoul-Korea Selatan. Perusahaan itu sudah berdiri sejak tahun 2010 dengan perkembangan yang begitu pesat setiap tahunnya. Setiap anggota Pers di sana memiliki latar belakang Pendidikan yang sempurna, termasuk dengan Hye Jin.
Seleksi untuk bergabung dengan perusahaan tersebut cukup sulit, otak yang cerdas tentu menjadi andalan utama. Jadi tak ada istilah “nepotisme” di sana, walau Hye Jin sempat meragukan hal tersebut setelah Dong Joon bergabung dan menjadi rekan kerjanya.
Dengan latar belakang seorang traveler, tanpa mengetahui dasar-dasar seputar PERS, pria berkulit cokelat—eksotis—itu telah mematahkan kepercayaan Hye Jin selama ini, bahwa perusahaannya juga memberlakukan sistem “Nepotisme”.
[1] Senior – Bahasa Korea, biasa dipakai sebagai panggilan formal.
[2] Hei- dalam bahasa Korea
MilaSomething is wrong with Julian when we leave the store with my laptop and new phone. I keep glancing his way, but all I see is his furrowed brows and him clenching his jaw. What happened in such a short time to change him so quickly? I thought for a second we might even become friends, but now I’m not so sure. Being around him feels too…erratic. One second he’s almost sweet and then he’s anything but. It’s confusing and frustrating. So much so that I stop walking and grab his arm. He looks at me, surprised at first, but turns to me when I face him.“What’s the matter with you?” I snap.I’m not sure why I feel so worked up over his change in mood, but I do!“What’re you talking about?” He asks, clenching his jaw once again.“I’m talking about this.” I wave a hand over his entire person. “You were happy to throw money around for me and then, as soon as we leave the store, you look pissed off. So what is going on? Do you regret what you paid for in there? I’m more than happy to retu
Julian’s POVMila has shocked me by complying with me, escorting her into the building that made her eyes grow twice their size. She looked at the mall we’re walking into as if she has never seen a place like it before, except I’ve been doing some research on her family.For one, her stepmother’s body has still not been recovered, which means we have to consider that she is still alive and possibly in hiding. If that’s the case, then there must be a trail leading to where she would run to hide out until she can plan her next move. Something tells me we haven’t seen the last of her, if she’s still alive, anyway.My research has helped me learn a few things about Mila as well, and one of those things is that her father was a well off man. He wasn’t the most successful businessman, but he was comfortable. Comfortable in the fact that his net worth was two million dollars. Nothing close to myself or my father, but not too bad. What I don’t understand is where all that money went. It’s cle
Mila’s POVJulian is quiet as he drives us toward the mall. Not the one in town where Isabella and I usually go, but the one in the town over that’s known for having a ton of very high end retailers. Even though Isabella could easily shop there, I think she doesn’t because she doesn’t want me to feel even more guilty if she offered to buy me something worth so much. Also, all of my objects have been ignored, which is why it’s so uncomfortably quiet in this car. Julian shot down all my protests before they were out of my mouth. I glared at him, but he ignored me and acted like I wasn’t burning a hole in the side of his head.Man do I wish for that power right now!Anyway, I gave up and now I’m thinking of ways I can avoid him spending a single penny on me. I mean, why did he give me the limitless black credit card if he was going to go shopping with me and pay for a whole bunch of stuff? What more will I need to buy with that card?My phone vibrates in my bag, so I pull it out and see
Julian’s POVIsabella leads me down the path from the library and heads down the path that leads to the athletics department.“You know how much about him? Football player?” I ask her. It’s almost all I know.She smirks. “Baseball actually. He’s tried his hand at all of the usual sports but got into college on a baseball scholarship.”Not much better if you ask me.“So what’s your plan to deal with him, anyway?” She asks.“I’m going to warn him to stay away from Mila.” I say simply.“I got that, but how? Are you going to threaten him with bodily harm or actually harm him to send a message?” She sounds a little too excited by the second option.“Depends on how well he listens. I don’t like to get my hands dirty so early in the day..” Lie. “But if I have to, then I will.”She nods in approval.We walk the rest of the way in silence. The closer we get to the fields set up near the athletic building, I can hear the sound of balls hitting bats and the defining sound of whistles. I never sa
Mila’s POV“I’m sorry you had to deal with all that because of me.” I tell Roman through his window when we arrive at the university.He gives me a forced smile. He’s clearly seriously pissed still.“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing I can’t deal with. Have a good day! I’ll call you.” He waves to me a
Mila’s POVI want to break down and scream over what my step mom has done, but I’m not ready for Julian to see me break yet. He’s seen too many parts of me today, and after how he’s acted, he doesn’t deserve to see any more. So I take one more look at the photo before turning to face the rest of my r
Julian's POV“So I’m guessing you know that girl we saw today.” Stephanie says next to me as I drive us back home.I shrug, but she nudges me and gives me a look that says she won’t let this go if I don’t answer her questions.“Yeah, I know her.” Is all I say, but she waves her hand, telling me to go o
Mila’s POVThe drive back to school is quiet. Not that Roman hasn’t tried his best to distract me from the awkward moment we shared with Julian and his date. I just can’t let it go and I hate that Roman has to suffer because I’m an emotional mess.Why am I a mess?It was ONE night! How could that man e












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