The Taste of Deceit: Hyungline Part 2( Finale- Namjoon 1/2)
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The Taste of Deceit Masterlist
Hyungline: Part 1, Part 2(Jin and Yoongi, Hoseok)
Warnings- Gore, Violence, Grey Characters, Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Unedited. Kindly excuse my errors. if you find anything significantly wrong, please let me know.
It was peaceful for a good moment, the moment right before waking up before she noticed how everything felt muffled. Like her ears were covered. It was not particularly hard to open her eyes, but she needed to find her bearings and assess—
Splash!
"Wake up, bitch!"
It was a snarling, rough and raspy voice that did not come naturally, but only through chain smoking and of course, white powder. She opened her eyes, flinching from the numbing coldness and the wet sensation, a few ice cubes hit right above her left eye and she won't be surprised if it left a bruise.
The man starring right at her had eyes that told her that she was the only thorn in his eyes, as if his rotting life was worth any of it.
(Y/N) mentally rolled her eyes, while registering that her hands were bound behind her with the chair. Thankfully, her legs were free. Ignoring the man, she looked around, it was nothing out of her expectation– an ominously dark basement, while subtly twisting her wrists to get out of the poorly-knotted ropes.
"Oi! I'm talking to you!"
Beyond a certain distance, there were only still shadows and darkness, casting a sense of uncertainty and unease.
"Listen bitch!" The grip on her cheeks was bruising, his blunt nails dug into her skin, threatening to break it "Had I not have the strict orders, you would have been a sorry pulp by now, I'm hold'n back, so you better show me some respect."
He hissed against her face, his breath reeked of alcohol and smoke. If the feeling of his spit over her mouth was not disgusting enough, his hand moving from his cheek settling on her neck hit the nail. His fingers wrapped around her throat threateningly while the other hand groped her bosom.
"Get your hands off." She deadpanned.
He did take it off, only to slap her with force enough to make her head whip to the side and the corner of her lips bleed.
"Fuck the orders I am going to make sure that I fuck the shit out of you until that sorry cunt bleeds—-"
One kick on his stomach sent him staggering away before he fell to the ground, coughing in pain. But it gave her enough time to untangle the ropes and push the chair away.
She kicked again, making him wheeze in pain and breathlessness.
"And I am telling you to..." She began as she sat on him, pinning down his legs
"Fucking"
One punch right on his eye.
"To"
Another punch on his nose, earning a cry from him.
"Take. Your."
Another punch was enough to send two of his yellow teeth flying out.
"Fucking hands. Off!" She snarled.
With one last punch, he was out. His heart was still beating and her fist was numbing. Those were least of her worries.
With her attempts to calm her rushing adrenaline, she searched him for any clues or weapons.
Thankfully, he had a gun tucked behind him and a key.
The basement, or at least that was what it looked like, was oddly empty. An she refused to believe that Namjoon was foolish enough to underestimate her. He was playing a long game and he was fucking cunning enough to be sneaking right under her nose– pretending to be the best fucking lover while playing her.
With renewed vengeance, she rushed to find an exit– a windows might be better than a door—
And there it was, a single shut window shrouded by the shadows in the dimly-lit basement. After checking the gun, she held it tight and in position as she silently approached the window, moving within the darkness. Tentatively, she nudged-open the window.
Nothing.
It was an empty concrete two floors down but no sign of guards or anything. Could be a security system, she suspected. But whatever it was, she had to get out. A living officer was always better than a dead one.
The thin cotton did not obstruct her vision, she could see everything, slightly blurry, but she could see things.
And she saw the gun being fired.
(Y/N) supressed a hiss when her feet met the concrete, her knees wobbled and ultimately met the ground in the process.
Looking back, she realised that it was indeed an isolated building. But, why was it not guarded if she was kept there? How long was she there?
Questions plagued her mind as she sprinted away from the looming building. It was built on the fringes of a wood, and with the skyline gradually dimming, anyone could tell that it was dusk.
If the lack of people near the building was not ominous enough, it was the fact that she had no one chasing behind and no traps on her way to the main highway that truly made her rethink every other reasons or guesses she had come up with before she found herself there.
She needed to contact her teammates first, warn them, they ought to lay low for a good while. By the time she had reached a clearing, it was pitch dark. And while there were vehicles passing by, none of them cared to stop for a waving girl in the middle of a road.
That was until a vehicle did stop. Peeking in, she found a group of girls, cigarettes in hands and as soon as the car window slid down, a waft of alcohol and cigarettes greeted her. Had she been in uniform, they would have earned a ticket for drinking and driving, but she was desperate and only thankful that they helped her get back to the city.
----
"(Y/N)? We have been trying to contact you!"
Kyong was, thankfully on-duty during the night. He rushed to her as soon as she barged into the police station.
"I know a man of his. Might be someone of importance–cut that, he is important in this fucking nexus!"
"(Y/N)…what are you saying? Relax, breath, please."
"Y-yesterday, when we were reviewing the footage, I saw him. I know him!" Her voice cracked before she burst into dry coughs, the back of her neck aching with each jerks.
Kyong was immediately by her side,
"(Y/N), please slow down, here, sit. Have some water first okay?" He gently made her sit on the nearby bench before offering her some water.
All the strain, all the pain finally rang in her system. While she felt slightly breathless, each breath came with a dull ache that refused to be suppressed. After chugging down over half of the bottle, felt slightly better.
"(Y/N), we have been searching for you since two days."
(Y/N) stilled,
"What? But I—"
She stopped mid-way and frantically checked her clothes.
"Hey, hey hey, relax, okay, relax. Lets get you home, hmm?"
"Kyong, its important, I know one of the men who were present in that club last night."
That caught his attention.
"Why didn't you tell us that time?"
"I was at a fix...I needed confirmation."
"He was with that suspect, speaking about a delivery– most probably drugs." Kyong retorted.
"Namjoon, or that was the name he gave me. But he is– he's definitely involved."
"How do you know him?"
"He...He was my boyfriend. Now I know why he was my boyfriend." She gritted through the last word, feeling contempt burning within herself by even associating that word with the man.
"Why don't you stay a the safehouse for now, it's no longer safe for you out there then, we'll figure something out in the morning. Let me update the rest of the team, they're worried sick."
The safehouse was at the most innocuous location, fairly isolated, but not enough to catch any attention. Kyong had been kind enough to lend her the extra pair of clothes he had saved for his night shifts. He was a meticulous man, after all, and it showed when he made sure to check every nook and cranny of the safehouse and ensure that it was only two of them there.
"Everything you need is in the bathroom and pantry. Just don't step out, okay? And don't answer anyone other than me or the rest of the team. You look tired."
"I'm fucked up. Everything is." (Y/N) muttered, gulping down her tear.
Kyong stood in silence, before patting her back "Look, I don't know what course we take from here, but I know that we are a team, okay?"
(Y/N) could only nod.
—-
The night had the veil of calmness, but the frequently flashing sky gave a warning.
(Y/N) hated the rain. Despised storms.Especially stormy nights.
"Dad—"
"Listen, here, get in here."
Her father opened up a narrow passage and ushered her in, even for a six year old, it was a snug fit.
He shut the net opening before sliding hangers full of clothes over the place.
She could hear faint banging on the door, the rattling of the door knob, that only grey louder...
And louder...
And
BANG!
She woke up wheezing, only to realise that someone was indeed banging on the main door. Wiping the sweat on her forehead and neck, she realised that she had fallen asleep sitting.
"(Y/N), open up, it's me, Kyong." Kyong's muffled voice floated into the sunlit apartment.
Checking her phone, she realised that she had six missed calls from her colleague already.
"Coming!"
She rushed to open the door, only to find Kyong in his uniform still.
"Didn't you go home?"
"(Y/N), you need to come to the station. Now."
"But why? Did you find Namjoon?"
"Listen, I have informed Sir and the rest of the team, they will soon be in the station. We had found a video in our investigation, couldn't keep it from our superiors, you are summoned in the police station for interrogation."
"W-what? But why?"
"Long story, I will brief you on the way, I requested them that I take you there, they were sending someone else."
—---
"Is that you Officer (Y/N)?"
It was a CCTV footage of the same evening she escaped from that abandoned place, but the first-half was cut off, it was only her punching that sorry excuse of a man.
"Yes, he-he was the one keeping me there!" She pointed out.
The two officers, both her seniors straightened up and assessed her. (Y/N) knew that look, they did not believe her. But why?
"(Y/N), that used to be the local police station decades ago. And man you hit, is a retired officer who even won an award for excellency." One of the officers revealed.
They both were her seniors, superiors of Officer Byuk. They were sent from headquarters. She had no idea what deeply wrong had gone in those two days, but Kyong had briefed her.
Apparently there was a wide-search for her when she went missing, no trace. At the same time, there had been two more shipments of cocaine. Successfully. Also, some classified documents from her home were missing.
Namjoon...
Or at least that was his name.
He had been to her apartment so many times, had 'waited' for her to come home a few times. But even once slip of chance was enough, that sneak got too many of them. No wonder she was being interrogated.
"Sir this is not—"
"Officer Lee." Officer Byuk finally made it to the police station, followed by Dok and Han, who stood beside Kyong on the other side of the room.
"Officer Byuk, its nice to see you again." One of the officers– Lee greeted him with stiff smile and a short handshake. "This is officer Hyuk, we have been sent by the headquarters in order to interrogate Officer (L/N)."
"I see, good to meet you Officer." Officer Byuk nodded with a formal handshake with the other officer "I would like to see the proper documents."
"We have orders, from the headquarter Officer." Officer Lee asserted.
"Officer (L/N) trained under me, she is a part of my team. I have the right to know, please," Officer Byuk gestured towards his office.
After a couple of moments of tense silence, the two officers followed him reluctantly, leaving her with her colleagues.
"(Y/N), you alright? We had been so worried!" Dok and Han rushed to her as soon as the officers were out of sight.
"Yes, I'm good. I don't know how...I mean that man he spoke as if he hated the police and I–I had to escape."
"I don't understand..." Kyong spoke up as he neared them "How did they get the footage? The first half-gone. It's no coincidence."
"Some files, regarding the information of officers in charge of dockyards are missing. The copies were with me, and they're gone. Kyong. I fucked up." (Y/N) sighed, running her hand through her hair.
There was nothing but anger and despair. Had she not been so fucking stupid, she could have had Namjoon in the interrogation room instead.
"You're not stupid, we all have major fuck-ups." Dok was quick to comfort his colleague and friend.
"Yes, our superiors have probably had major fuck-ups, but what matters is to how we respond from now on. What has happened, has happened, cannot be undone anymore. But its a war now, team, we only lost the first battle." Kyong encouraged. "We need to alert the stations near docks, they need special security."
"So, what now?" (Y/N) asked the most obvious question.
"Depends, if Sir Byuk manages to convince them of your innocence, there might not be further—"
His words are cut short when the three officers return in the room.
"We have had discussions regarding your involvement in an retired officer's murder."
"Murder?"
She checked, he was breathing!
Officer Byuk shot her a warning glance before recollecting himself.
"We have the footage of you punching him." Officer Lee spoke up "But there are enough loopholes for us to reach a conclusion, like the missing first part of the footage."
"I have had a words with the headquarter and it has been decided..."
She kept her breathe while Officer Byuk spoke.
"That an official investigation would be carried out, until then Officer (L/N), you are not allowed to leave the country, or work here. You are relieved of your responsibilities until proven innocent."
She was innocent!
She wanted to scream out. But at the moment, she chose to do what she must.
Accept the situation with a graceful and stiff salute and bow before giving away her badges and card.
—-------
File after file laid on the floor as she rummaged through her house, all were in place. Except for the few mentioned missing, nothing seemed out of place. No bugs, no more missing files, no camera. Nothing.
Kyong and the rest of the team had assured her that they would prove her innocent and support her. But it was not their battle now, it was not about duty anymore. It was fucking personal.
She had no badge for the time being, no uniform, even the official gun needed to be submitted.
That was not much of a worry though, she had another licenced one. But this...Her job, her uniform meant the world to her and it were all at stake. She wished to be like her father. But everything in front of her was crumbling.
As she looked around in despair, she tried to think though, tried to put aside the cracks she was feeling and—
The doorbell rang.
(Y/N) walked up to the door in caution, making no disturbance as she checked the peep-hole before hurriedly opening the door.
"Sir?"
Officer Byuk walked in, his gaze flickered at the mess behind her before he fixed his stare on her.
"Are you hurt?"
"No Sir. I beat him up because he was the one I found waking up."
And he fucking touched me with his dirty hands.
Officer Byuk spoke up after a moment of silence
"Lets talk over coffee. You have coffee?"
"Yes, yes I have coffee."
She told him everything. How she met Namjoon, how she felt a bit off and how she found out about his involvement with RM.
"You are fool." Officer Byuk had no filter.
She had known him ever since she was a child. Almost at his retirement, the officer had been her father's close friend.
"And if you are already feeling miserable and want to give up then I am disappointed, I did not recruit a weakling."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
There was another stretch of silent as her observed her.
"You have been a fool once, don't be one again by not investigating things yourself. Start from the beginning." He passed her the ID that had been seized before.
"Its temporary, but it may help. I have the original one with me, don't worry."
"I just don't understand...why did he go for me, not some higher up, had that not been more beneficial?"
"We don't understand a lot of things. Like that retired officer's involvement with the underground. That just makes it clear that no once can be trusted. But since you are not serving anymore, at least officially, use this opportunity to get your hands on this Namjoon or whoever that was. He could be our key."
"I don't think its easy."
"Nothing is easy, start by proving yourself innocent. But don't sit here and wait for that snake to strike." he sipped his coffee "Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir!" She straightened.
"Don't disappoint me this time. And here, from now use this sim. Yours is no longer reliable."
He passed her a sim card. He came prepared, because he still had faith on her. And she was grateful to him, to her team who were standing by her while everything was pointing against her.
She would not disappoint them again.
"I give you my word, Sir. No more stupidity."
"Good. Now get to work." he nodded before speaking again " And put more sugar in your coffee from now on. What a bitter taste!"
—---------
Well, she had decided to start from where it all began. First, she tried to have the CCTV footages recovered, only to find out that every six months, the footages are deleted. So she had no footage before six months. While she spent hours looking at each and every footage of her and Namjoon, there was not much to be noticed.
Then she questioned the barista regarding the man who visited the cafe with her often.
"Since how long had he been coming here?"
"Ma'am, quite a while, maybe...six months?"
"More than six months?"
"Could be, I am not sure."
"Has he visited this place this week?"
"No, I don't think so."
Namjoon had vanished from the face of earth. Or so it seemed. Every place she had been to, even the economics professor whose identity he stole, nobody seemed to have much of a clue.
He was smart, she would give him that.
"Yeah?"
"You found something?"
It was Dok on phone while she passed through the busy streets of the city.
"Guess, what, that old hag you punched in the video? We've found something that might help. He was under investigation when he was serving, in the nineties, but he came off clean. I have informed Byuk Sir, come to my home, we review the file, and see if we can find something to put shit on him."
"Great! I'll be on my way."
Finally, finally she had something! Well, at least hopefully.
She had half a mind to inform the rest of the team, but since there was no solid confirmation, she decided not to disturb them.
-----
Dok's apartment was around thirty minutes by bus, along the way, she picked up dinner for them. Her stomach grumbled at the delicious aroma wafting out though the packaging.
Pressing the doorbell, she waited with tapping foot for Dok to answer. She knocked when no one answered for the second time.
"Dok! I am starving already and the food is heavy." She yelled through the door, hoping that he would hurry up.
She rang his doorbell again before calling him this time. The faint sound of his phone ringing floated out, but there was no movement, not even the faint padding of feet or shuffle.
"Dok?" she knocked with urgency this time, growing concerned.
She head the faint slow shuffling. Relieved, she waited for him to open the door so that she could pour out an earful to his lazy—"
Click!
"Dok you—"
The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.
"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She help him immediately.
"S-save—"
With a jerk of his body, his head fell back while she had only begun to register the blood all over and an open gash on his back.
"DOK! DOK?"
She realised that had been shot too late, he was not breathing anymore. The blood soaked through her sleeve while the food laid on the round.
"DOK! DO—" She saw a flash of the red dot before it disappeared and without a second thought, she rushed towards the open window
"OI! DON'T HIDE YOU VERMIN!"
With raged eyes and rushed movements, she searched through the line of buildings. But with unshed tears in her eyes and under the veil of the dark night, it was all futile.
—-----
Blue and red lights covered the area near the apartment building and yellow tapes filled the entrance of the apartment. (Y/N) stood numb by Officer Kyong, his overcoat covering her stiff form. Every sound seemed slightly off, every movement felt slow. But this time, he could not keep her tears in. They flowed free as she watched Dok's shrouded body being carried out of the place into an ambulance, the while shroud marred by slight patches of blood.
Han and Kyong held their heads high, not letting a single tear flow out under the weight of the uniform. She felt Officer Byuk's hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"Go home, child." His voice was heavy as he spoke, as if holding himself back.
She stood still, even after the ambulance left, her eyes remained fixed on the spot.
"He had some...He was telling me he found something." Her voice lacked emotion, and strength but that caught Kyong's ears.
"What do you mean?"
(Y/N) licked her lips, recalling the phone call "Dok...He was saying something about finding evidence that would proof my innocence."
Kyong's hands balled into fists.
He nodded, feeling a twinge of resentment bubbling in, but he squashed it immediately.
"This...Whoever..." He began lowly, "Probably has the evidence now."
(Y/N) stood in silence, eyes stilled on the road.
"(Y/N), tell us everything, don't keep anything from us. We already lost a teammate." Han was barely holding back.
"But for now, go home." Kyong advised.
She hummed absentmindedly. Sleep. She needed that.
—---
The rain pelted against the window, fogging it. While the city sky wept, (Y/N) laid on her back in her darkened room with dried tears. Her thumb pressed on the switch of the nightlamp by her bed, only to switch it off after a moment's stillness. It was a pattern that kept repeating, the ceiling lighting up simply, with vague shadows, before plunging into darkness once more.
All she saw was Dok's pained and terrified face in front of her, even with her eyes open. And once she closed them, all she saw was the dreaded night when...
"Dok you—"
The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.
"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She helped him immediately.
"Th-thirty four..." he whispered into her ear "Thirty—Ah!...S-save—"
His head jerked back.
She had told the police each and every detail she could remember in her state. But something in her refrained her from revealing this little information. An officer ins trained to distinguish their intuition from any other form of panic and emotion, and rely on that intuition. It was the same intuition that pointed Namjoon out, and it she had been a fool to dismiss initially. She did not want to repeat the past mistakes.
The constant buzzing of her phone snapped her awake. She had not even realised she had dozed off.
With bleary eyes, she picked up the call in a daze.
"Hllw?" She slurred.
But there was no one greeting back. But there was something—
Breathing.
(Y/N) stilled, now alert as she waited with bated breath.
"Hello?" She tested.
The breathing quivered for a moment before slowing down to normalcy again. But there was no verbal reply. But this time, (Y/N) waited.
"Oh Little bird..."
The audacity.
Her hands balled into fists as she sat up straight, in a smooth, steady motion.
"I wish things would not have had to be so hard...But you—"
"Why?" She asked lowly through gritted teeth.
"I was dying to hear this voice" he sighed lightly and paused for a moment "It's business baby, nothing personal. I just hoped that it would not have to be you. The police tries to meddle with our business, we fuck it up royally. But I have an offer for you, little bird..."
She remained silent. She could almost feel his smirk.
"Come to me, lets forget the past. We can be the same again, but this time you have no officers barking orders at you."
"Why this kindness?"
She could hear his shuddering breath again.
"Oh, Darling, you would not believe me if tell you now...But I feel bad for that officer. That made you upset..."
All she could think of was Dok's face and the number he had whispered into her ear.
"You..."
He took a light but sharp intake when she began.
"...Fucked with the wrong person."
With that, she cut the call.
This was not about her duty or the police department anymore. This was personal now.
—-----
"Did you find any device in the apartment?"
(Y/N) was currently at Kyong's place, both of them sitting in the living room with coffee.
"Devices, like what?"
"Dok had called me to inform that he had found something that would proof my innocence. And Just before I can reach him, he...he is murdered."
"So you are saying that he was being spied upon?"
"I have no other explanation right now. If I were the target, why was unharmed? They are trying to pick us out, one by one, they know us, they know the team."
Kyong hummed.
"What if Dok was not the only one being spied upon? The rest us are probably on their hit-list. But I don't understand...You came out unharmed."
"It was a set up. They framed me for murder of a retired officer, they made sure to kill Dok in front of me. Its psychological game they're playing."
"In every way, you were the one present there so the suspicion would point at you."
Her mind went back to the call. What was the purpose of it?
What did he want? What did his boss want?
"Keep an eye out for danger, alert your family and friends as well, better to put some officers for their safety. We need the help of the intelligence department Kyong, this is not a police-thief hide and seek. It's a war."
-
The road was isolated, but as much as she remembered, it was the same road she escaped through. It was dark again, and she knew that it was expected of her to return to that place. But she had no option, her Kyong and Han had no other option. Under the night sky, everything seemed off.
"Lets park our car here, if we take it into the woods, people might be alerted if they are there." (Y/N) suggested.
As soon as they were out of the vehicle parked safely out of sight, they mingled into the woods. Dead leaves crunched under their shoes as (Y/N) led them further in.
"Are you sure that this is the place?" Kyong asked as they ventured deeper into the woods.
"As much as I remember, yes?"
"Remember? (Y/N), do you realise that one of our teammates is dead and we have guns over our heads, and if we don't find them first, we will be dead!"
Kyong was frustrated, and no matter how much he wanted to keep those thoughts away, they were bleeding through his subconscious.
Clouds of breaths escaped (Y/N)'s lips at that. She understood him, she understood his fears and where he was coming from. But she also knew that there was no other way but to tread in the darkness until they find an anchor, a clue– something, anything.
"I know how this feels—"
"No, you don't. Dok is dead (Y/N)."
"I know he is and it kills me!"
"Okay, you both– we are going to alert people if we keep raising our voice at each other. Dok is no more and they have hit us right where it hurts. There is nothing that can be done until and unless we find this...RM. Whoever it is, they had Dok killed, they had (Y/N) kidnapped and they are waiting to pounce again."
Han's words had both of them looking away. Kyong pushed his hair back– he had never felt helpless and frustrated to this extent.
"Let's...let's keep going, the place is here somewhere."
With that, she resumed walking ahead.
(Y/N) recognised the silhouette of the building from a distance. She signalled the rest of her teammates before the three split up. Taking cover of the darkness and the trees, they stalked closer to the building. It stood with an innocuous appearance, but (Y/N) knew better.
She signalled Han to follow her before swiftly and stealthily making her way towards the building walls. Attaching herself with one of the walls, she watched as Han moved to the opposite walls. After the entrance was surrounded, Kyong moved straight to the entrance of the building.
Both (Y/N) and Han peeked out as Kyong inspected the entrance before giving them clearance and entering, they followed, all of their guns intact and pointed in front of them.
"Number three, anything important? Over."
(Y/N) asked through her headphone as she searched the upper level of the building, kicking open empty doors, expecting to find something but there was—
"No, all three rooms all clear." Han replied.
Her eyes narrowed as she focused her flashlight over a dusty desk. Everything in the place was covered with dust and cobwebs except the half-burnt cigarette. Her gloved hand picked it before sniffing.
Realisation struck her as she shoved the cigarette into her pocket before rushing out of the room.
"Number three, number two, danger incoming 10-0, copy that!" Her eye scanned the area for people before she found gliding through the walls. On the ground floor. She duked in immediately but continued to move.
"Number six, message received."
"I see them moving, take cover!"
She descended with stealth to the ground floor, following the men. Watching them closely, she loaded her gun in silence. Deciding the wall was a good enough cover, she switched to Kyong once more.
"Shoot!"
And with that, bullets surrounded those criminals from both their sides, catching them off guard. They did not intend to kill all of them. She heard some glass shattering from upstairs.
Four out of the five men were down, the other had taken cover behind a wall.
A bullet shattered the glass behind her. She was exposed to the people above.
With no choice, she backed away into a safer cover. while the other man made a run for it
Left with no other choice, (Y/N) chased him into the woods. She faintly heard Kyong's warning call for her but that did not matter. Nothing matters but to take back that man alive. It was a trap and he would be the one proving it. This chase could be a trap as well. But worth the risk.
The bushes, leaves and brushed past her in a swift blurs of sounds and sensations as she chased him. All she could think of was Namjoon's deceptive smile and Dok's dying face.
He was a quick runner and a dodger. The rock he hurled at her came flying towards her, she was quick enough to save her head but it hit her shoulder. And did it hurt bad.
(Y/N) gasped and stumbled due to the jolting pain.
It was just moment before adrenaline pushed her to resume the chase. He took a sharp turn and she almost stumbled before following him.
It was muddy slope with a bubbling creep a few feet deep when she finally grabbed him by his shoulder.
He elbowed her injured shoulder kicked on her stomach, sending her doubling over. This was enough for her grasp to loosen, giving him an opportunity to escape.
He had made it to the creek, his legs ran fast to cross the creek, stumbling a little before—
"ARGH!"
He cried out as the clear water of the creek darkened with crimson. He clutched the side of his knee, but could not stop the blood from gushing out.
His hand reached out for the gun tucked behind him but a heavy boot pressed down on his hand, making him cry out.
"I have him. Over."
(Y/N) informed her teammates, slightly breathless, but keeping her boot pressed on his hand.
---
"There was no need to tie a cloth over the wound, won't say a fucking word!" Han was growing frustrated.
The tied man only grinned through his bloodied teeth. It was quickly becoming clear that it was not his first time being interrogated.
"I'm being nice for the last time— who do you work for?" (Y/N) spoke through gritted teeth.
Her shoulder and throbbed and felt slightly heavy, but the tied up man was the potential key to prove her innocence and to get her hands on Namjoon.
No, her main target was RM, Namjoon could be dealt with later.
She shook his thoughts out of her mind and straightened up.
"And if I don't?" He asked, breathless from the pain. "You can't even arrest me." He cackled at their face
"Listen you little shit—"
Kyong was about to pounce on him but (Y/N) stopped him.
"Kyong, we need to handle this carefully if the department comes to know—"
"So what?! What more can happen? Dok is fucking dead already and they were here to kill us too."
"And that is exactly why we must be calm!" (Y/N) asserted, but Kyong only scoffed and looked away with disdain.
"(Y/N), they knew we were here. They were fucking waiting, that's why you found the bloody cigarette! We are risking our lives just to prove YOU innocent!"
"Kyong! Stop it, we are a team." Han interjected.
"Han, Dok is fucking dead trying to prove her innocent." He shoved a finger at her" Important files are missing from her home because she blindly trusted a fucking criminal! Why didn't you cross-check his identity first? Are you that incapable? So fucking blind? It cost US! The WHOLE FUCKING DEPARTMENT! Byuk Sir is under fire because of her sloppiness!."
"Kyong—" Han tried to intervene.
"No what the hell are we doing? She almost led us to our doom!"
"Kyong stop it!"
"WHY SHOULD WE? Does she even realise what her love affair has cost us?" Kyong screamed his anguish out on her.
(Y/N) stood still. His words hit her, but she would not show it. She had lost enough for showing her vulnerability to people.
"I know how difficult the situation is."
She began, calm and reserved.
"And I promise you both–"
"What are you? Five? We don't want fucking promises (Y/N), we need results." Kyong spat
(Y/N) sucked her cheeks, maintaining her cool.
"I promise you both...if anything goes wrong, it will be only me who gets under fire. I take all the responsibility. But now, we must work together. This is exactly what they want, for us to lose faith in ourselves." She whispered to Kyong, quiet but assertive.
Kyong's gaze locked with hers in a hard, long stare before he looked away.
"I need a smoke. Get him to talk."
With that, he left the room.
(Y/N) and Han turned to the man sitting against the wall. Amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Pathetic, aren't ya'll?"
"You really are asking for broken bones, huh?" Han gritted out.
"You think a brushed bullet can get me to speak? Years ago, another officer tried to be all macho and righteous." He chuckled and sniffle "Shot dead in his home...So think again fools."
Han kicked him on his stomach, making him double over and cough out saliva, but he sniggered.
Han was about to kick him again when (Y/N) chuckled out, shaking her had. Her eyes were a cold but sure warning as she licked her lips. The previously amused grin vanished from the man's face at the sight of her sharp smile with a shaking head.
"You have, never been properly interrogated before."
She whispered out, stalking towards the now alert male while her colleague stepped away.(Y/N)'s hands rested in her pockets, painting the most deceptively casual picture. But as she sat to his level, looking at his eyes, the man stiffened.
Wordlessly, she took his right hand, unbothered by his violent struggles as she held his forefinger, before her other hand brought a needle and pushed the pointed end right under his fingernail, earning a blood-curling scream from the man.
Kyong rushed in, but only watched from the doorway as the man writhed and shook under her unrelenting hold and cold gaze. He wheezed when she took the bloodied pin out, only to thrust it again with greater force, making the man wail out. She moved her leg and pressed against his wounded knee as he gasped and shook, crying out for mercy.
"Who sent you?"
"We—W-we got orders—right–high–higher up–higher up–aaagh!!"
He gasped out.
"Who do you work for?"
"H–Henchin–Lee Henchin—"
"He is only the drug peddler. Who is he working for?"
She took out the pin before moving to his next finger, thrusting the pin underneath the fresh fingernail, he cried out again.
"I don't k–Knowww eeeaAAa!" He wailed
"I am going to put this pin right through you eardrum if I hear this bullshit again."
She sounded like she was explaining a life lesson.
"I really—I r–really don't know!" He wheezed out, gasping as she twisted the needle, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay...Who are his biggest suppliers?"
"H–H–be–we–we collect from hyve–hah"
"What was that?" She leaned in closer
"Hybe...we collect from there—aah!"
She finally let go of his hand and wiped the needle off his blood.
-----
"Lee Henchin? We have no evidence against him, he runs two very exclusive clubs and has a restaurant under his name, but he is a big name (Y/N), I can't just allow that."
"But Sir that man did take Lee Henchin's name, we even recorded his confession—"
"By using violence? You know that it would not work. Besides, Henchin's a big name, we have some clue of his association with prominent yakuzas. I am not letting you three meddle into that."
"But Sir, this is our golden chance. He is going to bring us closer to this RM." (Y/N) almost could not believe what she was hearing, but after Dok's death, she knew where Officer Byuk was coming from.
"No (Y/N), you think we have not tried to get to that little rat? We lost two men, not even their families were spared. You have no idea how deep these roots run."
"Three, Sir. We lost three officers in the span of seventeen years."
Officer Byuk looked at her, surprised.
"And so we need to pull these roots out once and for all."
She added.
"You think its easy?"
(Y/N) looked away, having no answer to that. She went straight to Officer Byuk's residence after the 'interrogation'. It was deemed dangerous for the three to travel together to an officer's house.
"Sir...Dok is dead, our teammate is dead and we know who did this."
"And you three will be too if you go after him. We originally started this mission to know about RM's connections, we found that. And we stop here, this would be passed to the higher ups."
"And it will stay there on some unknown desk collecting dust. We know that too Sir."
Officer locked her gaze with a stern stare.
"I am not ready to lose more of my able officers. There is already an investigation going over you, focus on finding evidence against that officer's connection with the underworld."
"But that is connected to this! Henchin might be out key to prove my innocence."
"That would not help as much as you like to think. None of you are going to go after Lee Henchin. Am I understood?"
(Y/N) stared back, frustrated, angry, but silent.
"Yes, Sir."
-----
"Why did we just leave out phones in our cars?" Kyong was visibly annoyed, but had complied to (Y/N)'s demand.
"Because, I think our phones are being tapped."
(Y/N) replied before sipping her tea. She missed a good cup of that. When she...was with Namjoon, she had introduced coffee to her regular diet. Not replacing her tea, but reducing the consumption.
That man had crawled into her mind.
"Well, how did they know that Dok had some important evidence? And when we went to the same spot I woke up in?"
"So you called us here for this?" Kyong had been cold ever since their fight, and while (Y/N) had tried to be understanding, his behaviour was getting on her nerves.
"I am not found of wasting people's time, Kyong. I called you all to tell you that Officer Byuk will not allow us to go after Henchin."
"WHAT?"
"Why?"
"Guys, keep it low." She hissed, avoiding all the glances and turned heads in the cafe.
"But—but we have his name...Henchin can be a key to prove your innocence as well (Y/N)."
"I know Han. But Henchin, has a record. Most of the cases against him and his pubs are either inconclusive, cold or abruptly closed. There were officers who went behind him, they are all dead. Byuk Sir just does not want to risk our lives."
"But, we are fucking close." Kyong hissed
"We already are taking on this mission without any supervision from the higher ups. He says that he would be sending the details to the intelligence."
"So Dok's death means nothing to them?"
Kyong was understandably upset
"I don't know about them. But we care." (Y/N) reassured.
"But Sir just dismissed any further action."
(Y/N) hummed at Han's words before picking up her filled cup and taking another sip.
She looked at the two, their eyes held question, but also resilience.
"Sometimes...duty comes first, obedience to authority, second."
There were three officers dead in the span of twenty and four years. One, five years ago, second, twelve years ago. And third...seventeen years ago.
Seventeen years ago when she was a six year old child, and she witnessed her father's death.
Because he was the first office to go behind Lee Henchin.
"We will go. Lets start planning."
-----
"Are you sure he would be present in this club tonight?"
After tracking him for a week, they finally had his schedule. Thanks to the informants.
"I'm 99% sure." Kyong replied.
"What do you mean by 99%?" Han was visibly tense.
"Relax, we can never be 100% sure of anything here, can we?" (Y/N) assured him, eyeing the area with a mask of normalcy.
The tree of them came here as any other guest looking to rewind a bit. It was easy to acquire false names and use false information. The club was booming with life, a Friday night in all its glory— messy, lewd, merry, drunk and dancing– everything all at once.
"The VIP and VVIP section is on the first floor, the second floor is off limits, the basement harbours the storeroom an kitchen. Keep eyes on all those heading up. And keep in touch. I will go mingle into the crown from the front, you both choose either corners."
(Y/N) decided, the two nodded before the three separated, moving to their chosen directions. With her mask on and eyes done, (Y/N) made sure to take on a disguise. Her eyes wandered away as she danced her way to the centre, among the crowd of swaying, jumping bodies and flashing lights, all she could see were people who either wanted to burn, or escape, or perhaps both.
Calmly, she ran her eyes over the place, brushing away intruding strangers and drunk office workers. It was a glamorous place, it was a sorry place, it was a safe place for 'deals'.
"Attention, suspect spotted, going up, follow. Over." Han's voice cut through the thrumming music.
"Received, following."
The first floor was quieter, but not untouched by the loud music below. Kyong motioned them to to stay on the darker portions, avoiding cameras. One of their informants worked as a bouncer there. Had it not been for him, they would have no weapons to defend themselves.
The three followed as the three men, surrounded by two bodyguards ascended further. Second floor.
Kyong motioned towards the bathroom before walking in.
If the second floor was off limits, the stair would be the worst way to take. So they had to climb through the bathroom window into the store room of the second floor. Kyong opened the window and entered quietly, only after he was sure everything was clear, signalled for the two to follow. The room was dark, but clear of any threat for now. The informant needed to be rewarded heavily. With practiced stealth, the three made their way out, staying close to the wall, waiting.
A guard entered the seemingly empty hallway, only to be pulled by the neck into another sharp corner, the back of a gun came down heavily on his head, knocking him out immediately.
Han motioned his teammates with a positive sign as the unconscious guards slid down the wall. Dragging his body into an empty room, he took hold of the card required to unlock rooms. They were playing with fire. But it was an absolute necessity.
As they passed through the seemingly empty hallway, in search of those—
"Team."
Kyong and Han turned to (Y/N) who stood a few feet behind, eyeing a certain door.
"What is it?"
"I think this is the room."
"How do you know?" Kyong eyed the room.
"Yes, we can't be sure." Han added.
"You are right. Do one thing, you two go ahead, I will check this room."
"(Y/N), are you out of your fucking mind?" Kyong hissed "We can't just—"
"I will keep you updated."
She assured them, leaning in to check. So far, silence. Slowly, she pushed the door open to peek in.
Empty.
"Go. We have limited time."
She urged before they could speak up.
Glancing at the room number once last time, she slid in with caution.
Room number 34.
Had it been a pitch black room, she would not have take much of a risk. But the room was unlocked and dimly-lit. An indication that someone was about to come in, or had recently exited. Using the closet to hide, she slid behind the hanging towels and some washed curtains. The gaps in the door design allowed her unobstructed view of the room.
"In the room, watching. Clear for now. Copy that."
She informed her colleagues through the interconnected earbud before checking the number of spare bullets hidden in her shoes.
Now all was left was to wait. Patience would bear fruits. Or something like that along the lines.
She waited patiently for over an hour–still and quiet until the door the the room finally opened. And the room was illuminated further. Leaning away more into the darkness of the closet, her ears perked up at the sound of footsteps.
And finally, the person was right in her viewing range.
"Any updates?"
Kyong's voice rang in her ear. But she did not reply, she could not.
"Number six. Any update?" This time, it was Han.
"Number two and three...take shelter. Over."
She whispered to the earbud, while her eyes watched the man in front of her.
Officer Byuk.
He made himself comfortable over a cushioned chair by the window in the room after taking out a bottle from the mini fridge in the room. But he took out two glasses and did not uncork the bottle.
She waited in the closet another hour with anticipation before she heard a knock. Byuk instantly rose up and went to answer the door.
"Hello Officer Byuk."
The voice had her tightening her grip on her gun. Ready to shoot.
"Finally, come in please."
She waited with bated breath before the second man came into her viewing range, right in front of her.
"It's a pleasure to see you again Officer."
Namjoon's voice was deeper than she remembered, a gravelly edge that somehow made him sound exactly like the cold-blooded criminal that he was.
"Lee said he's on his way. He will join us shortly." Byuk spoke up, motioning towards the set table.
"Let's wait for Lee." Namjoon offered.
"No alcohol for him today, he's on antibiotics he said." Byuk replied, finally uncorking the bottle and filling the glasses.
"Any new updates?"
"The officers were close. But now that the threat is diffused, I think Lee needs to lay low for a while, some of the officers might not let this go." Byuk replied, sipping on his drink.
Namjoon only hummed.
He lookers slightly different than a month—
One and a half month. It had been almost one and a half month since she had last seen him. All she remembered how lively, kind and gentle he looked. But the man she was looking at now had a sinister edge to him. He always had that, he simply hid that well. He was no longer sporting hair she had last seen him with. It was cut short, somehow enhancing the sense of danger that shadowed his presence.
Her eyes moved from him to Byuk– Uncle Byuk– the man she trusted the most in the world. The one man she had put her blind trust on. She exhaled slowly, trying to keep her bubbling rage at bay as she began to connect the dots.
"Number two and three."
There was no response.
"Number two and three?" She hissed, turning tense with each passing moment.
She loaded her gun noiselessly. Something had gone wrong.
Byuk's phone rang.
"Please excuse me." With that, he picked up the phone and listened. "Shit!" he hissed, cutting the call. "I think I need to get out of here, there are two officers in disguise in this building, I will order them to shoot them at sight."
"Don't kill them now." Namjoon spoke up before rising from his chair, Byuk followed "And there are not two officers, but three."
With that Namjoon marched up to the closet and swung the door open, making her gasp. Before she could injure him, he grabbed her wrist and dropped the gun to his hold.
"Tch, that's dangerous little bird."
The nickname made her sick.
"Think of your friends before you do something."
He whispered coldly while dodging her attacks. Byuk stood there, pale as soon as (Y/N)'s gaze found his while she struggled in Namjoon's hold.
"Easy, Little Bird, we just met, what's the hurry?"
This little shit!
"She will kill us Sir, finish her!"
Byuk's words were the final nail on the coffin. She wanted the write the ending, but perhaps fate had other plans. She could only pray that Kyong and Han get away safely.
"Mind your words, Byuk."
Namjoon's voice dipped lower and Byuk visibly gulped.
"Bu–but she knows now."
At that, Namjoon looked down at her. Finding her eyes still on that imbecile, he gripped her cheeks and compelled her to look at him.
"But she won't let anything happen to her friends, would she? Lee's men already have them. And all they need is a nod from me."
She hated being close to him, and she hated herself even more for realising that she missed him, she missed his proximity, his touch, his eyes, his smile, she missed his voice. She missed him.
His thumb rubbed her cheek with a softness she had yearned for one and a half month. And at that moment, she wished that he were a different man, she wished she never met him, she wished that she never fell in love with him.
"What do you say Little Bird?"
His hold on her was firm– there was no use of struggling anyway, one phone call and Kyong and Han would meet Dok's fate.
He leaned closer, his fingers on her cheeks effectively preventing her to move away. It was an ambiguous feeling when she felt him inhaled a long, sharp breath before breathing into her. Their breath mixing was like a reaction set to scatter the world around.
"My offer still stands, Little Bird. But of course, the choice is yours."
His voice was milk and honey, a mocking smirk on her predicament.
"Sir, we have the two officers." A new voice emerged from the entrance and he finally let go.
She turned to look at the man she had only seen pictures of. But his presence filled her with a sense of disgust she never knew she possessed.
Lee Henchin was an aged up man now, but the wicked shadow he possessed overpowered the room. He glanced her her with a curious tilt of his head
"This one could do for the VVIP clients. One of the girls escaped, we need a replacement anyway for tomorrow."
She felt cold, but the sheer amount of hatred in her urged her to break his face. Maybe take out his teeth– one at a time.
"The Lady is not for sale, Lee." She shivered when Namjoon growled from behind, pulling her closer to him.
And as she watched Lee Henchin's previously confident stan falter subtly, she understood who pulled the shots in the room.
"You can do whatever you want with the rest of them though." Namjoon added.
She tensed at that, and he felt it too, she knew that when he asked her
"Isn't that right, little bird?"
The silence was only a beat long, but it held oceans within.
"Offer accepted." She muttered out begrudgingly.
"What was that honey?" He rose an eyebrow, barely containing his smirk.
She would have slapped that smirk away had it not been Han and Kyong's life at stake.
"I accept your offer. But you will let them go safe, in one piece. And they will never be bothered again."
She looked up to meet his eyes– the deep brooding eyes that reminded her of unwritten poetry and hidden classics read on rainy days were now swirls of storms themselves– all the harsh murky days, the hovering, ominous clouds, the sharp, sudden thunderbolts and the deep rumble that followed.
"Lee, tell your men to release the two. Throw them out of the club."
"Uh–I did not know that she was—"
"Officer Byuk!" His voice rose, cutting Henchin off "Make sure the two never reach here, or me sniffing."
"As you wish, Sir."
He took a completely different way out to reach his car. His hand though gripped hers. Outside stood an imposing car in the middle of two others. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her, keeping a close eye as she settled into the farthest corner.
But he was least bothered by that. He finally had her in his grapes, and that was all that mattered.
"I'm sorry Little Bird but I can't quite trust you so soon." He urged her to give her hands, keeping his voice gentle.
She should know that he meant no harm. He was not the villain, the world was. She narrowed her eyes at him.
(Y/N) knew that she had no choice, not at the moment at least. It was narrow path and the only way was the way ahead. If she was going to die...Well she did not know anymore. Namjoon's behaviour was odd so far, it kept her guessing.
Swallowing the bitter pill, she placed her hands on his tentatively, only for him to lock them behind her. The coldness came engulfed her wrists soon after.
What a fucking irony.
The cop being handcuffed.
She ground her teeth to keep herself from reacting the way she truly wanted.
"What—"
Just as she thought that it was over, a black cloth over hear eyes rendered her blind, making her jump, ready to spring into action. But Namjoon's hold on her tightened.
"Shhh, take it as safety measures, Jagi, nothing else."
He cooed at, tying over the blindfold.
"It's' not necessary, I can't go back anyway." (Y/N) felt the simmers of panic in her belly.
"I know Jagi. But I don't take chances with capable people."
It felt simultaneously like a warning and compliment. Perhaps it was. He knew her capacity, and he was not taking any chances. With a defeated sigh, she leaned on the expensive leather of the car, feeling the engine rumbling into life before the slightest jerk indicted that the car was now in motion.
----
The villa was settled near an isolated road that harboured a stretch of moor on the other side, beyond which laid a highway cutting through a small woodland. And the housekeeper made excellent tea.
There were five of them— those visible at least– her, Namjoon, the housekeeper, a maid and a cook.
A month in the place, (Y/N) at least knew that Namjoon held a high position—Namjoon was his real name after all and it was a stupid as well as smartest move to pull, given that he was, at least very close to the highest and he had spied on her and the department for a long period of time. No one would assume that he used hi real name, criminals never used their real names. She was, though yet to decipher how many of them were hiding in the woods.
"More tea, Madame?" The housekeeper who has been adamant to not tell her his real name, offered to refill her empty cup.
"Thank you, Pep."
(Y/N) nodded to him, smiling faintly as he refilled her cup for the second time.
"No more mooncakes, Pep, I want my tea just as it is."
"Sure." He put away the mooncakes, while she sipped on the tea, watching the wind sweep through the moor in orchid waves.
She kept her eyes on the scene outside, while her ears strained to hear Namjoon on the phone. But he was inside the house and the walls were soundproof.
It had only been a month but to her, it felt like a decade since she had gone to work. Everyday, before her eyes would battle against sleep, all she could think of was Uncle Byuks' betrayal and Lee Henchin.
Lee Henchin...
"I am so sorry, Jagi. My absence sometimes hurts the business."
Namjoon walked up to her with his pretentious apology.
"Why bother to stay back then? Your blood money flow is affected."
He only smiled at her words before turning to the housekeeper. Taking the clue, Pep walked away, leaving the two alone.
"Nothing, (Y/N), is more important than you."
"I don't understand this game..."
And really, she did not. She had no more information to give him. Officer Byuk knew more than her. Had more access. Then why was he even interested in her?
"I did come close to you with the intention to be closer to the ground and have some files." Namjoon confessed, looking away to the moors while he sipped his coffee.
"But even if you don't believe me, Little Bird, I fell, and I fell hard and stupid in love with you." He eyed her for moment before his gaze dropped on his share of mooncakes.
He loved everything sweet, she had learnt.
"Even if you don't believe me, I do not blame you. We have a lifetime to ourselves."
" That's very confident for man who has a boss to answer. What would RM think when they come to know that you an officer?"
Namjoon leaned back, not even a flicker of doubt passing on his face.
"I don't answer, Little Bird."
She frowned and put her cup down.
"Why?"
He smiled indulgently at her, but to her, it felt condescending.
"I don't answer to anyone, Love. People answer to me...I am RM."
She felt cold and parched all over.
—-----
Kyong bit into his apple while his eyes remained on the screen in front of him. No, he refused to believe that (Y/N) was dead, as 'evidence' had shown. He would not have believed that Dok was dead had he not seen his body himself. But (Y/N)...He had not seen her body. It was only her gun–bloodied gun. But again, there was no confirmation whose blood was that.
That was a work too lousy to be professional. It was a cover up, and a poor cover up if he may add.
And he won't be at rest until he finds out where (Y/N) was bring her back.
—--
"I'm dead?"
(Y/N) whispered in disbelief as she watched the tv screen. It was a follow up news. And she, like those cold cases piled up inside shelves, was herself reduced to one of them— a cold case that may fascinate many, but not bother any.
"Who put backs news channels here?" RM hissed at Pep who stuttered in his presence.
"I fixed a monthly plan, they must have added—"
"Take that down. Now."
Her name and face was long gone from the screen. Like a flipped page, it was another day, another news, another race for TRP.
But her cheeks trembled.
She was dead to the world, her traces, her existence was wiped out. Even if she were really dead, there was no family to grieve for her. The only person closest to be called a family was the one to give her one final blow.
"Hey, hey, its just to make sure that no one comes after you, yeah? And we can start afresh."
Namjoon's face shielded the screen as he cupped her cheeks, eyes searching–trying to read her, reassure her. Make her feel the safety she never would. Switching the television off, he focused on her again.
"Don't think too much about that, okay? Why don't we..." looking around, he whirred his brain before his eyes landed on a golden wrapper "Why don't we make chocolate together? Hmm? You love baking right? We can bake later."
As if that would help. She was spiralling and she was spiralling fast.
She let him lead her to the kitchen while Pep hurriedly helped to set the ingredients. But her mind was running far away. Was there, really no choice? No hope for freedom?
—---
"It's cold, wear a coat."
Were Namjoon's first words as soon as he was back from his home office and into the bedroom.
"But, we are alright inside?"
(Y/N) was confused. Anybody could tell that it was cold by the blanket of snow covering the moor, some browns still peeking out, but over all, it all stretched white.
"We are going out for a walk." Namjoon smiled at her. The surprise must have been apparent as she put away the book she was reading and sat up straighter.
"Like, now?" Her eye widened in surprise.
He nodded, watching her closely, but there was a softness that did remind her of their older days, but it held something different, something more. She was, finally having the chance to step out of the place after two whole months, and there was no way that she would let this opportunity go. But there was a part of her that seeped in disbelief and suspicion.
Why would he risk it so soon? There had been no indication of him beginning to trust her. Then why?
"I know that the news of...your death charade was a bit too much. But I did what I thought was an absolute necessity. But I cannot bear to see you sad, Little Bird." He walked closer, sitting on his knees to meet her eyes.
He waited for a verbal response, but there came none. She only nodded.
The sound of snow crunching had something satisfactory in it. And as they walked through the snow. Namjoon pulled up the warm scarf.
"Its cold, Jagi, be careful."
(Y/N) nodded and fixed the scarf over her nose as they walked through the snow-covered moor, towards the white woods. His hold remained firm over her other hand though. Fingers intertwining, slithered between the gaps like he had slithered in her life.
Namjoon could not help but look at her with fondness. Even though there was no trace of a complete smile, there was a ghost of it somewhere— a spark in her eyes that had been somewhat dimmed in the past month. Namjoon hated that. He knew that he had hurt her and things had been going hard enough as it was. But, the news headlines about her (faked) death might have been the final hit. She was crumbling, and Namjoon hated that. She had suffered enough. He could always deal with Henchin and Byuk later. But she was his priority.
He kept a close eye on her, while his hand squeezed her gloved ones every now and then as they walked closer to the woods.
"Its a pretty sight."
"You like it?"
Of course she did, the way her eyes took in every detail, it was clear as day that she loved the winter wonderland the small woods would turn into.
"We can..." He weighed his options "We can come here everyday if you like?"
Without another word, she kept walking, her eyes fixed on the ground as they passed through the trees.
"What are you looking at?"
"Huh? Sorry just—what did you say?"
Namjoon observed her a moment before looking away, "Lets go back."
"So soon?"
"Hmm, I don't want you catching cold."
Tugging her to take a turn, he strode back to the villa. His grip, even through the gloves felt tight. Once back, he ordered Pep to prepare tea for them before marching back to the room.
"Is that what you have planned for me? To be your prisoner?"
Even after two months, nothing changed, and her patience was waning."
Namjoon looked up from his tea, eyes gleaming before he put the cup down and sat up straighter.
"You are no prisoner little bird, don't call yourself that. Did you not hear my offer?"
"I accepted your offer. I am here with you, on your whim, in return of my friends' lives."
"No, that's not it. I told you, come with me, you will have more power than a miserable uniform can ever give you. And by now, I assume you know that the silly ideals you were holding onto, hold no place there."
She stared back at him defiantly as she slowly sipped her tea.
"These 'silly ideals took us to Henchin'. We had him that night..."
"Until I appeared."
"Until you appeared."
"And he still lives."
"He is useful to me (Y/N)."
He killed my father.
He killed my father.
He fucking. Killed. My. Father.
In silence, she sipped her tea.
—------
"Why didn't you accept the invitation, it has been a while since we've gone out drinking?"
Han walked along with Kyong, who strode to rush out of the police station as soon as he could.
"I'm not in the mood Han?"
"You said the same last week."
Kyong finally stopped "Because I was not in the mood to go drinking last week too." he sighed out, annoyed.
"Okay, how about this Sunday? You and me?"
"Han, I'm busy this Sunday."
"You dating, man?"
Kyong sighed at the question
"No–I am—Listen Han—"
"No because there is something bothering you. Look, Kyong, I know that losing both of our friends like that is and has been hard so far. It has been three months since (Y/N)'s..." He eyed Kyong cautiously, who only threw him a withering glare before looking away "(Y/N)'s demise."
"Han...Let's not talk about that."
"This is exactly what we need to talk about— first Dok and now (Y/N). I feel guilty too. She sacrificed herself. Lee was going to kill us but—"
"I fought with her, okay? I doubted her, she was the one in trouble and instead of being understanding, I blamed her for Dok's death! That–" he pointed his finger down, moving it with force "— is guilt!"
"Kyong...You can't let this consume you forever, can you?"
Kyong did not reply. (Y/N) was alive. And he was going to bring her back, even from the depths of hell if it were to be.
—-----
The gentle snowfall had now turned to occasional blizzards that left a good few feet of snow for days. It was no surprise to her that their daily walks were suspended. But it did come as a surprise when she woke up one a gloomy morning, only to see Namjoon all dressed up.
"Good morning little bird, did you have a good sleep?" He turned to her as soon as she had begun to sit up.
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Me, not you." Namjoon replied, fixing his cufflinks "Be good for me while I'm gone,"
His voice was airy as he approached her to place a delicate kiss on her forehead. Yet his eyes were another story— they held a clear warning.
"The blood-business needs the big bad mafia?"
"Business is business, Jagi. There is only profit, loss and sides. Nothing else."
"So it is important."
"The maid has prepared breakfast, if you want, I can have it brought up." He diverted the topic
"No, thanks, I will take it downstairs."
"Okay. I might be late, do not wait up for me. Sleep on time, okay?"
She looked up to him before looking away with a dismissive nod.
Namjoon sighed, "Things would have been different had you just taken up my offer."
"I am here, am I not?"
"Not willingly. You are holding on some stupid ideals."
"Why must I trust you? You broke my heart– they are my friends who stayed with me. I am not holding on to any ideals anymore Namjoon"
I have a purpose.
Namjoon sucked his cheeks– a tell tale sign of his draining patience. He was a patient man, she would give him that– and perhaps it was the calmness he executed his plans, no matter how cruel– that sent sent chills cascading down her. He was not the one to run with impulse, rather, with a cold, meticulous plan.
All the more difficult to decipher.
Namjoon was a man to not mess with. And while he was an extremely patient man, every man had a fuse. She was in no position to try her luck.
Wanting to be out of the situation, she got off the bed and tried to walk past him, when his hand coiled around her waist, pulling her closer to him, while she kept looking ahead. Yet, there was a pit forming in her stomach.
"Those men had been too near you for my liking. If I wanted, I could have had them ripped apart." His hold tightened as he continued "Limb. To limb. And still have you here."
This made her turn to him– her fiery glare matched his cold contemplation.
"But I did not want that. I do not want you to hate me. So don't make do something that is going to cost our progress." His breath was hot on her skin.
Without another word, she jerked his hand away and strode into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Once inside, she waited for a good few minutes before she switched on the flush, then turned the shower on. She had heard the muffled sound of door closing. Opening the bathroom cabinet noiselessly, she rummaged through her sanitary needs before a packet came to her grasp. Dipping her fingers in, she fished out the phone she had hidden. Having checked the bathroom lock one more, she moved away from the door while her thumb rushed to dial a number.
The person picked up after a single ring.
"Kyong?"
She whispered.
—-----
Namjoon waited. Eye glancing on his wrist watch ever so often. He did not like to wait. He was the one make people wait. But this deal was important for a business boost. The larger the company, the easier it was to play the cards.
"Where is he, Lee?"
Namjoon's voice did nothing to show his thinning tolerance. He only flicked his lighter on and lit up the limited edition cigarette to keep his cool. The argument was in his mind, her fierce stare showed no spirit of reconciliation and this was worrying for him. He needed her to see how futile everything was– everything she believed in, and how powerful she could be with him. He wanted her loyalty, only then he could marry her. And if he would not marry soon, one of his rivals would and have a heir before him. He had spilled enough blood to be on top, he did not want more bloodshed. They all had their share when he killed the previous Don and took the throne.
"Jardo, my friend!"
Namjoon looked up to see the awaited guest walking up to him.
"My sincerest apology for the delay, businesses have trouble, Sir..."
"RM."
Namjoon corrected him before accepting the hand he offered for a shake.
"Jardo Alec, kindly have a seat."
Lee offered the seat right in front of Namjoon.
"So, your dealings in the Latin world is famous here too."
"Not here, its all over the world."
Namjoon tilted his head.
"I have a schedule, Alec, and I would get straight to the point. There is a shipment of merch-material coming for the factories under Hybe. It will stop the your coast for some custom issues– deal with it, refill the packs inside the material and ship it."
"Well, there has been negotiation regarding the price—"
"Seventy million. I want the pure, white and the yellow ones. Put them inside capsules" Namjoon interrupted.
Jardo sat back, surprised at the lack of negotiation.
"You have got your pockets full, RM."
Namjoon smiled while rising up and buttoning his suit, the rest of the men mirrored his actions.
"Lee will inform you regarding the rest. But I need the shipments before the top five groups begin their world tours."
"You want to sell in the concerts? That's a risky job."
Namjoon took in his cigarette, letting the fumes enter his system.
"Its a risky business."
----
Kyong's eyes took in the computer screen that showed the targets. He the location of the guards loitering in the woods near the villa. Namjoon was out in months. Surely, the guards would be on high alert.
His specialization in hacking did come handy when he was able to get past the security system of the cameras outside the villa and in the woods as well, to note the movements of Namjoon's men. But he could not stay for long, the breach would be eventually detected.
He noted their movements for a few hours before retreating. There was a pattern, but that was not his problem. The problem was the fucking high-functioning front with a camera that overlooked the area. He needed to find out first who had the control of the drone.
—--
"The risotto was delicious Pep."
"Thank you Ma'am." Pep smiled, bowed and retreated.
Just as she had finished her lunch, the gates of the villa opened,
"The weekly groceries are here, Madame."
"I have just finished lunch, don't bother about me, go fetch that."
Pep bowed lightly before rushing to open the door. Bags of the listed items were carried in by two sturdy men.
"Do they have the chocolates I ordered?"
She followed them into the kitchen as Pep prepared to stock up the pantry.
"Oh, here it is." He handed over the box of chocolates to her. Her eyes flicked over the two men there, then on Pep before she open the box.
"I will be in the bedroom Pep, have the evening tea sent up, will you?"
"As you wish, Madame."
She nodded before popping in one of the chocolates in her mouth and walking away.
Once inside the confines of her bedroom, she sighed. Nearing the intercom, she tossed away the chocolate box and picked up the intercom. Taking out a chip from her mouth and wiping it clean, she took off its plastic coat and glued it to the back of the device.
—----
"I don't understand, what do you mean by lost data?"
Namjoon was tense. How could it be? They have lost a dozen of profiles of their guards? Check for a breach."
"Checked Sir, there was none. It seems like a glitch." His men from the other end of the phone explained.
"Okay, send this case to the higher up. I don't want another sloppy hacker job."
Well, the day could not get any worse.
It had been two days since his confrontation with (Y/N) and she had been colder than before. No snide remarks, or witty, scalding comebacks, just the silence. Jardo and his deal was facing an obstacle regarding bribing the customs, and now some of his guards' biodata suddenly went missing.
Namjoon was on edge. Her jerked his tie to loosen up as the car sped through the muddy countryside road. The melting snow and the icy wind did not help.
"Bring me me a coffee!" He growled as soon as the housekeeper opened the door for him.
"Sure, Sir."
Tossing away his dirty overcoat, he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes looked up to his room, usually, the lights would be on, but the room was all dark with the door wide open.
"Where (Y/N)?"
"Upstairs, Sir."
"She's not in the room." He pointed while taking the steaming cup from the housekeeper's grasp.
"She's on the terrace Sir."
He stopped just as he was about to take a sip. "The terrace? It's fucking dark! Why is she still there?"
He did not wait for an answer, instead, he ascended the stairs.
The terrace was lit up, as usual, just not empty anymore.
"What are you doing here?"
Her back was facing him when he reached the terrace
"I was bored."
She replied without turning.
"There are plenty of subscriptions for you, there are video games"
(Y/N) finally turned as he neared her.
"Thank you." Her honeyed tone stung.
"How long are you going to keep this up? What the fuck—-" Namjoon stopped mid-way, recollected himself after a long breath and resumed "What do you want?"
"You know what I want Namjoon, and even with all the money you can't give it to me."
"I can, once I begin to trust you."
"You proved me dead to the world! You have officers on your payroll, and you are still afraid."
"I am never afraid!"
With a roll of her eyes, she brushed past him.
Fuck it!
Namjoon turned around and strode behind her, grabbing her arm and jerking her to stop and turn to him.
"I've had enough! You think you can torment me like that?"
With a tilt of her head, she assessed him "I think its working. Cool off, Namjoon."
His hold only tightened.
"I have been patient enough, have I not? How long are you going to keep—"
"I do not play with people Namjoon. And then you have the audacity to complaint." It was not an outburst like before– it was plain, cold and as much as he wanted to deny– factual.
"You can't keep this up."
She rose her eyebrow, infuriating him further "Watch me." this time, she forcefully jerked his hold off and walked away.
Namjoon just stood there. Heaving. Burning.
Cool off.
The words did nothing to cool him off. In fact, it had the opposite affect. He needed her. He love her and she needed to know that. So he rushed after her. Chasing her like a lifeline, the only hope of survival.
Desperate.
Angry.
Passionate.
He did not know what came after what, or how many more emotions he was feeling. But he knew he loved her.
And that it hurt when she refused to believe him.
She was already in their room, walking in just in time as he rushed in, kicking the door close. But when she turned around to tell him off, his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck before he pulled her into a burning kiss.
It was like an imprint on his soul– he had been waiting, he had tried to be patient, but she was stubborn, and fiery, and righteous– he loved her, he loved everything about her, but above all, he would love to let his darkness bend her righteousness.
He felt her tugging him closer. He knew he was ingrained in her. She loved him too. His movements were quick and rough as he got rid of her clothes, not caring if he ripped them away in the process, removing his own as well.
It was static energy in the room, thick passion and meaning line between insanity and passionate.
"You fucking get on my nerves sometimes!" He growled, parting her legs with a firm, sharp movement but surprisingly, not rough.
"I thought the boss never loses his cool?"
He chuckled humourlessly at the poking.
"You wanted me to beg you, didn't you? Beg you for forgiveness and tell you how right you were?" his thumb found her pearl with practised ease, her sharp intake of breath only fuelled his desire "I do not beg!" he hissed on her face, playing with her pearl "I. Beg. Nobody!"
"Tell that to yourself Joon–keep telling that to yourself until you fool yourself." She replied breathlessly, somewhat grappling with her wit amidst the onslaught of pleasure coming down on her.
Joon.
Namjoon froze at the nickname. She had called him Joon after so long. It was like returning home after a hard exile.
His movements slowed down eventually, but never came to a halt. He leaned in and kissed her with tenderness– all the tenderness he could have in his heart– the remaining, the newfound, the churned, the ruined.
It did pain him to see her surprised eyes. A remained of the painful fact that she did not trust him, and it was a long way ahead to rebuild their relationship– one that would never be the same, since its very foundation was based on deception.
But in the end, their love would prevail. His love would prevail– even if it was crafted by the nefarious creatures below.
And if...
He dove in, peppering kisses on her bare breast, feeling them to his heart's content.
And if she would never love him the same again...
His one finger teased her folds, testing, feeling her legs spread further unconsciously, making him smirk.
His love was enough.
His finger dipped in. He had missed touching her, feeling her. It was moment he wished could last longer.
He kissed her again, this time, he felt her pulling him closer.
His finger reached deeper, feeling her velvet walls clamp around while she tensed. His thumb continued to play with. Her fingers sprawled over his naked chest, the nails barely scratching him– light and teasing. If she was doing that knowingly– she was playing with fire.
His other hand buried itself in her hair, fisting it lightly while he deepened the kiss, light moans only encouraged him to act further. Adding another finger, her moved them further, occasionally circling them to earn those sweet moans that spilled from her lips. His fingers moved and her hips followed, her hold on him tightened, sliding towards his shoulders.
"All you have is me."
He whispered into her ear, quickening his pace, watching in glee as her eyes rolled back before he felt her spilling on his fingers– hot, gushing as the walls spasmed.
He was a patient man...
But it had been so long since he felt her around him.
Diving in for another intense, mind-robbing kiss, he parted her legs further with his knees, fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside her.
The sudden flashes of her with another man sent him to a frenzy. Had he not promised her to spare their lives...
She moaned into the kiss, hissing as his fingers moved slowly inside her, occasionally parting to prepare her for him. Finally pulling away his fingers, he smeared her wetness all over his manhood before letting the bulbous head tap against her folds teasingly. His patience thinned further when she mewled into the kiss. Relenting against his tongue while he slid inside her, slowly stretching her, inch by inch, until he was buried as deep as he could be.
But he wanted to bury himself deeper.
He wanted to leave traces on her soul, he wanted to run in her veins, he wanted to be the one in her mind and the first on her tongue.
"I missed you." He was turning breathless with all the adrenaline pushing up in his system. Yet, he did not want to hurt her.
To him, she would always be his little bird
"You had me."
"I missed this. You, like this! We–we can always...always go back to as we were."
His hips moved in sync with hers. In that moment, they both were one. And he wished the moment would last till eternity.
It was like his soul was reaching out for hers.
He lied. He knew he lied.
He would beg.
For her, to her.
If that was what it took to being them back to the lovely days they once shared.
"Oh–Joon—"
He moved faster, basking in that moment, deluding himself that everything was alright.
At least he could relish it as long as it lasted.
Her legs wrapped around his hips as they both shuddered in ultimate contentment. It was quiet for a while as they settled under the covers.
"We can start afresh, love." Namjoon whispered, letting his fingers run through her hair, moving away strands as he cherished the tender moment.
Her previously closed eyes opened with unfathomable gaze.
"No, Namjoon. We are not meant to start afresh." With that, she moved the covers and got off the bed.
Grabbing things from the closet, she walked into the bathroom, unbothered by Namjoon's heated stare on her.
Sitting up, Namjoon picked up the cigarette pack and the lighter beside it. Pulling one between his lips, he lit the cigarette. The smoke clouded his vision as he exhaled, leaning back while his eyes kept finding their way back to the shut bathroom door every now and then.
Halfway through his smoke, he got off the bed and wore a pair of sweats.
Still no sign.
Frowning, he turned to pull the curtains of the window a bit and—
As soon as he saw the bloody corpse of one of his guards, he rushed to the bathroom.
"(Y/N)!"
No response.
With one powerful kick, the bathroom door flew open, letting him view the now wide open window with its glass slates cleanly removed with thick towels.
"(Y/N)! FUCK!"
He bellowed.
—---
The snow was thick and the dark woods did not make it any easier. There was blizzard due and they had to reach their car before that.
"Careful there," Han held (Y/N) as she tripped, almost falling flat on the ground "You sure you're not hurt?"
His questioned made Kyong turn to check on her as well, he had been a bit ahead if them, but within the earshot.
"No—I'm okay. Its get out of here." (Y/N) reassured Han, who eyed her with concern, but nodded nevertheless.
Kyong and Han had pulled off the impossible. She had only heard of Kyong's legendary hacking skills...Had seen him hacking no more than modest systems but as they made their way through the silent, snowy forest, she was introduced to his and Han's true potential.
But that was not the thought that plagued her mind– it was filled with the flashes of her and Namjoon– their bodies mingled together. He looked at her with so much of tenderness, with the vulnerability that she refused to believe in. it felt like they were even now.
He deceived her, she betrayed him.
And yet...
And yet there was no trace of satisfaction, or simmering down of the—-
"SHIT!"
Han ducked down just at the right moment, and the bullet hit the tree before him.
"Everyone, down!"
(Y/N) instructed, pushing Kyong away before another shot was fired at him.
"We need to split." She declared as they took cover. It was silent but the light crunching of the snow conveyed approaching danger.
"But we–"
"Now, Han. Go right, Kyong, follow this path. He's after me. I will go left. You two– if I do not return withing twenty minutes, get out of here."
"What? (Y/N). we are not leaving you behind!" Kyong hissed, eyes still ahead in search of the attacker.
"I won't let you guys die because of me–Dok was—"
"It wasn't your fault." Kyong finally looked at her, his hardened gaze softened slightly "It wasn't...I'm sorry. I should have been more understanding."
(Y/N) nodded.
"Go...Please."
Kyong frowned but obliged, nudging Han to slip out first without coming under notice.
"We will see you on the road by the woods?" Kyong's waited for assurance.
Assurance. That was all she could give him at the moment. So she nodded.
"Go."
With a nod, he began to crawl back, maintaining cover of the trees an shrubs. Once he motioned (Y/N), she made a quick dash to her left– deliberately exposing herself.
Her legs worked fast, but she could hear the sound of quick boots approaching. The snow was only slowing her down. But slowing down was not an option.
She could hear him running parallel to her, but with the blurring rights, she could see nothing. He was like an invisible hunter.
But she was no prey.
All she had to do was to distract—
Ow!
She fell to her side, allowing her had to slow down the momentum. But it was painful, especially due to the weight of another man over her. She heard him snigger humourlessly as he locked her to the ground. Knees pinning her legs while he locked her wrists behind her back with one hand. The barrel of the gun felt hot pushed on the nape of her neck. But his breath falling so close stole overshadowed the sense of danger a gun would bring.
"Not so fast." He growled lowly and she shivered, pressing the gun harder
The snow was cold and the jacket did little to help her. Her breathing ruffled some of the dried leaves close by as adrenaline pumped through her.
"I will fucking kill him–kill them both!"
Namjoon would keep his promise. And that gave her all the more reasons to get out.
"No, you will not."
She hissed before navigating her fingers to press on the spot near his thumb, making him loosen his grip a bit but that was enough for her. Her elbow shoved on his jaw as she twisted her body out of his grip. Putting her weight on her upper body, she managed to flip him off her. Rolling over, they both were quickly back on their feet. The only difference being Namjoon's gun now kicked away while (Y/N) had her gun pointed at him.
His smile was unnerving--eyes still raging with emotions. Despite the low visibility, she could see how deranged he looked.
"Yeah, fire now. That would help you in future."
His voice had a tremble.
(Y/N) narrowed her eyes, squinting to get a better look at him. The faint lights told her that the edge of the woods was nearby.
She could fire. She had the gun– a loaded gun. But how could she?
She realised the emptiness she had within after looking at Namjoon's eyes. Her vision blurred but she blinked away the tear immediately.
It's the cold.
It's cold.
She told herself.
"Back off Namjoon. I have nothing to lose anymore. I can keep you off the radar. Just don't come after me."
"I will always come after you Darling. So, shoot me now."
He chuckled at her lack of response.
"Why? Can't pull the trigger? Don't you hate me?"
"You made a fool out of me." (Y/N) growled, feeling anger bubbling up on the surface "Deceived me. Lied to me. Backstabbed me!"
"And yet I loved you. All through my lies, I loved you...I did what I ought to do. But I could never kill you."
He was supposed to kill her?
"We are even now, aren't we? Just come back. Cut the chase."
His voice was a siren call. But she would not be deceived this time.
"We can never be even Namjoon. I lost everything because of people like you."
The loud sound of the door breaking made her whimper, but it was all muffled with the sound of gunfire.
Through tears and fabrics, she could only watch as the once cream wall splattered with blood, and more blood before the lights were out.
She gulped.
She should have forgotten it. Buried it deep down. But she never allowed herself to forget that. She had to remember each and everything so that she could tell the child psychiatrist. Each and Everything.
"And you think you are all angels in that uniform?"
She shook her head.
"No."
Lies were worn under uniforms as well. There was no difference.
" Of course, there are no angels in this world Namjoon."
Her world was turned upside down. Her perception was cracked and her beliefs toppled. She was dead to the world. Being dead in reality would not make much of a difference.
She had nothing to lose.
"But that won't matter."
With that, she pulled the trigger.
----
The streets were in a lull. At he peak of winter, snow blanketed the footpath the bicycle lanes hardly had any tracks. Red, golden and green lights lit up near doors and on windows, like vines creeping all around. Some doors had the wreath hanging with toy bells.
Byun was home after a double shift– weary eyes, sagging shoulders– he knew he needed a warm bath. The process of unlocking the door felt tedious, but as soon as she shut the door, the warmth of his apartment invited him.
It was freezing.
And the predictions were that it would snow heavily by the weekend. While everyone would be cozied under blankets and the roof of their homes, people like him would have to slave their way through the weekended to save the sorry-ass streets.
He threw his overcoat off, along with his cap before roughly taking off his watch—
He stood stiff, straining his ears while his fingers silently took out his gun.
Muffled voices from his bedroom door which was shut tight. He was home after more than twenty four hours but he remembered leaving it open.
He always left it open.
Deliberately, he made his way to his kitchen, making sure he made enough disturbances. Switching on his expresso machine, he stealthily glided along the walls, making it to his bedroom.
The muffled voices did not cease. Silently, he tried the door knob– unlocked.
In a flash, he kicked it open and aimed his gun towards the intruders, fully expecting people to fire at him.
Nothing.
The door creaked as it moved to and fro due to the force it was opened with, while the bedroom remained plunged in darkness and—-
The voice.
It was his voice!
Coming from a voice recorder sitting on the middle of the bed.
"Hi, I'm Byun. I have just prepared a team of four. They will come after your men. Reach the docks an hour before the time. I don't want them caught. No, listen, I can mislead for so long–they're no kids okay? Yeah they–*sigh* I am calling you through his phone so that we are safe. Tell Mr Lee all about the delivery– yeah—"
Byun reached quickly to shut it off, his gun still pointing ahead.
He was not wrong, his house was broken into.
A speeding car momentarily flashed some light into the darkness.
He was not alone.
"I've seen you...come out..." He demanded gruffly, keeping a cool exterior.
From the darkest corner, she emerged like a ghost. Parts hidden by the darkness, parts exposed by the uneven streetlight.
"A-aa—you fire that gun and yet this recording is going to be on air, I have put it on timer."
Her eyes flickered on the gun pointed on her direction but they were looking into his in no time.
"I wasn't going to shoot." Byun deadpanned.
"Why?" (Y/N) rose an eyebrow with an amused smirk.
"Because its you."
She only titled her head, "You underestimated me Byun."
His name sounded cold as she neared him.
"Like you underestimated my father."
"He died because he was foolish. I warned him against them–but he was stubborn. He brought it to himself. You were following his path."
She shook her head.
"I am not my father Byun. I learnt my lesson early."
The silence between them was thick and strained, but it lasted only a moment.
"I you kill me the department would know and—"
"I give you two straight options– either this recording of yours goes on-air and the police, the intelligence and Henchin himself come after you to give you the death you deserve...Or you end it all by yourself and make it easier for yourself."
Byun chuckled in disbelief.
"I am being merciful Byun. Take it while you can."
"You are showing me mercy because you can't kill me yourself." He pointed out.
"What would be worse? Your recording coming out or being killed by my hands?" She looked at the wall clock hanging behind him "Fifty seconds more, and it all is going to go on air. The department would want to look good in the public eye– they would want you behind bars, or dead... And Henchin would reach you behind bars too."
Conflict flickered all over his face, his forehead glistened.
"Lee will come after you." He tried to intimidate.
But (Y/N) only smiled– faint and tight– matching her steeled gaze
"I will be waiting."
"You cannot—"
"Ten."
"(Y/N)--" he hissed
"Nine"
"You will gain nothing!"
"Eight..."
"I–"
"Seven"
"STOP!"
"Six" She sniggered.
"Five."
He was growing breathless
"Fou–"
In a flash, he pointed his gun at his head"
BANG!
The once pristine wall beside him was sprayed with blood. Some flecked her face too as she watched his body drop down.
She would have stared longer, but she knew that she had no time to waste. Choosing the fire escape, she noiselessly made her way out of the building while muffled voice of disturbance and commotion began to stir up.
Once a safe distance away, (Y/N) wiped her face before fishing out a cigarette and a lighter from her coat's pocket.
As she lit her cigarette, she saw the trembling of her hands.
----
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