Mr Jeon's Husband Is A Superstar The man in white

The smell of blood, gunpowder and death filled the air. The numerous helicopters sounded like beating drums announcing the execution of criminals. Shouts and screams blended with gunshots. Smoke rose in the night sky like an evil phantom about to swallow the moon and the stars.

Inside the mansion, a young man wearing a white suit watched this scene from hell. He stood in the dark, sweeping his emerald eyes across all the carnage below him.Moonlight reflected on his golden hair.

He looked otherworldly, like a god watching mortals kill each other while he remained detached and pure.

Unfortunately, he was not an immortal. He was fated to die this night.

He closed his eyes and sighed. He took one last look at the nightmare playing outside, turned around, and walked towards the grand piano in the room.

The five bodyguards protecting him also shifted with his movement, but otherwise remained silent and invisible.

He knew that this night would be his last. He didn't know whether his older brother, father, and mother were still alive. Perhaps they were killed already. From what he saw outside, the enemies planned to annihilate all of them.

With his great hearing, he heard the enemies finally invading the mansion. The gunshots rang louder as they drew nearer.

His five bodyguards tensed and stepped closer towards him. Their murderous eyes locked at the door.

Gently, he sat in front of the piano. It would be his end soon. The least he could do was play music to accompany the souls of the killed this night as they left this world. Taking a deep breath, his fingers danced on the keyboard.

Beethoven's "Für Elise" started seeping through the sounds of murder in the air.

Bang!

The door to the room crashed open. The bodyguards immediately started trading shots with the soldiers and police.

The smell of blood and sweat grew stronger, but the beautiful young man in white played the piano as if nothing was happening around him.Even when two bullets pierced his left shoulder and right hip, he still continued playing without missing a beat.

The music complemented the sounds of carnage to the point that the soldiers and police listening felt goosebumps. The contrast between the music and the violence almost felt mystical.

The five bodyguards fought to protect their master without any regard to their own lives. They were trained to be emotionless assassins from a young age. They killed a few, but the enemies grossly outnumbered them.

Finally, the last of the bodyguards died.

Someone

"Hands in the air!"

Shouted a police officer.

The beautiful man in white ignored him, closing his eyes and swaying as he continued to play the piano.

The soldiers and the police officers had their guns raised and locked on to the beautiful man playing as if he was the only person in the world. His pristine white suit was now dyed dark red, as blood continuously flowed from his wounds.

Everyone in the room was mesmerized by his otherworldly beauty and elegance.

What a pity.

A soldier gritted his teeth.

Someone

"We have orders. Fire!"

The man smiled softly before bullets barraged his back. His blood showered up in the air like rose petals and then splashed on the ground like raindrops.

The music abruptly stopped.

His body slumped over the piano, banging against the keyboard and producing a discordant tune. His emerald eyes swiftly drained of life, yet they were still beautiful.

He slid to the floor and fell hard.

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"At last, I'm free."

His voice was a soft whisper.

Then he breathed his last...