บททั้งหมดของ WHEN TWO RED FLAGS KISS. : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ SORA ☠️It’s more like prisoners are waiting for me to be away from A-Jun. I can see them quietly watching, looking for an opportunity to strike when A-Jun isn’t close to me.That opportunity… I won’t be giving it to them.Yesterday was a close call to my death. I should be more professional and avoid bumping into him today. I’d just stay close. At least a foot away.“I’m going to stay close to you, either you like it or nah, A-jun,” I say to myself. “So my life is kinda in your hands now.”I feel A-Jun moving from the lower bed. I slam my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.As soon as he gets up and walks out of the cell room, I climb down from the bunk and follow.A-Jun walks into the dining hall, and I’m right behind him. Just one foot away. Jane is also in the dining hall, and she grins, putting her index finger and thumb together, with the rest of her fingers facing up; she okays me. She also winks with her left eye.A-jun gets in l

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ JANE ☠️“She’s such a pain in the ass,” I hiss as I walk towards my cell room. “Don’s daughter, my butt, all she does is evoke chaos. I wonder how everyone copes with her.”Luckily, I’ve gotten rid of her for now. A-Jun can take over from where I stop, if he doesn’t angrily kill her. The Don’s daughter witch doesn’t listen to a word I say. She does whatever the heck she chooses and then puts us both in trouble in the process. Throwing both herself and ME under the bus to be jammed.Rude, annoying, and so fucking stupid. I wonder how she gets to be alive for so long.And, what kind of mafia has zero survival skills? She cannot even protect a stray cat, not to speak of herself. Every mafia I have been involved with in my lifetime were all good with martial arts, guns, swords, daggers, and knives. Some even go so extreme as to learn all kinds of kung-fu and taekwondo.She is bad at everything, especially terrible at pretending. Just swallow

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ JANE ☠️The library is so huge, in the dark, I hit my leg multiple times trying to find my way, but then I thought, “Why try to find my way when I can just pass out anywhere for the night?”I stop walking and sit on the ground, then slowly I rest my back. This is better than being in that cell with a prison king.Suddenly, I hear a sound, but before I can make sense of it, a prison guard points a blinding light straight at my eyeball. I cover my eyes immediately.“You have to return to your cell,” he says coldly.I’m unable to see his face because of the blinding light, but doesn’t this voice belong to the moron who all of a sudden did a rearrangement in my cell without informing me, and put me with that giant Japanese King?“It’s you,” I bark. “The evil correctional officer who changed my roommate without inquiring from me.”“It was a standard procedure,” he says coldly. “I’m taking you back to your cell.”“Oh, standard procedure?” I as

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ SORA ☠️We leave the hospital and step into the prison building. We are walking as slowly as we can and also trying not to come into contact with prisoners because even if I’m not healed, they still very much want me dead.One arm is around Jane’s shoulder while the other is pressed to my hip to support myself.The heavy iron door groans shut behind us, and the smell hits me first. It is thick, metallic, and hot.“Do you smell what I smell?” I ask Jane to be sure.“I might be smelling something worse than you are,” she responds, her face twisted in disgust.We take one careful step onto the block, and our boots stick to the floor. We look down and realize the concrete is flooded. We pass glances, inhaling sharply before we look up.My stomach drops, there’s blood everywhere. It splashes across the high windows, blocking the morning light; it runs down the grey walls in long, dark streaks. It is smeared over the iron bars. The entire bloc

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ JANE ☠️Why the fuck do I need to listen to that Japanese giant?Is he my father? Of course, he isn’t. Neither is he my king, so I owe him no obedience.How dare he ask me to never sleep outside the cell after stealing my bed and my blanket? Where should I sleep then? The roof?Preposterous. He’s such an arrogant thief.I hope he finds his match, someone to frustrate him as much as he’s frustrating me.Did I ask for too much? Just for my cellmate to never be changed! I was very pleased with my old cellmate. She never bothered me; she was literally invincible. She uses the upper bunk bed and silently moves around the cell like it’s a borrowed space. That was cute.Now this… ridiculous king. If anyone should be sharing a cell with the king of prison, rightfully, it should be the queen of prison.Not me! I swear the correctional officer who put us together has a grudge against me.I force a storage door open, making sure to pick a place fur