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pastelsapphy · 2 months ago

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Mystictober Day 12: Best VNM/Saddest Moment

Summary: The broadcast failed. Saeyoung is a liability.

The Agency doesn't like liabilities.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Hurt no Comfort, Angst

A/N: About a year ago I thought too much about Saeray's Normal End and this was the result. As cute as the scene on the island is, there's one RFA member conspicuously absent from his narration. We can guess what happened to Saeyoung and I'm not okay.

Thank you to Mystictober for finally giving me the motivation to tidy this up and post it. Playing a little loose with the prompt, since it's not an on-screen moment, but I digress.

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Saeyoung doesn't know what's going on past the fucking cage he's been thrown in. It's a warehouse, by the look of it, with the windows blacked out and a large steel grate blocking him from the rest of the room.

He'd fought like a cornered animal when they came for him. The rational part of his brain knew it would probably be safer to play along, just for the moment. If he struggled, they were more likely to kill him and be done with it than whatever else they were planning, but it was instinct. And beside that... he knew.

Saeyoung knew.

The goons who followed Vanderwood into the house didn't look like they were all from the agency. Some definitely were, but others... they looked too clean. Too put together. Too official.

Secret agents don't wear dress shoes to a kidnapping.

He definitely did some damage to his assailants. If he'd been armed, he might have even gotten away. But he wasn't, and he didn't, even though he fought and kicked and screamed and scratched and bit as if—no, because—his life depended on it. But he was outnumbered and outgunned, and they had the element of surprise. He was covered in blood that wasn't his own when something jabbed his neck and he knew he was done for. He was unconscious before he knew what happened.

When he woke up he was on a concrete floor in whatever building they'd dragged him to. Knowing the agency, it's out in the middle of nowhere. Saeyoung won't give them the satisfaction of screaming, but he knows no one would hear him if he did.

His options are limited... if not nonexistent. He's handcuffed so tightly he's losing sensation in the tips of his fingers. He's dislocated his thumb before to wiggle out of handcuffs, but he knows even that won't help him now. His glasses broke in the struggle; he's unarmed and no one knows what happened to him.

If he can't figure out something fast, he's fucked.

And that was even before he showed up. The monster who had been chasing him and his brother for over twenty years. The monster that he had, apparently, been working for—one of the Agency's best clients. A monster with a deceptive smile that fooled an entire country, but not Saeyoung. Never Saeyoung.

Saeyoung knows exactly what kind of monster Saejoong Choi is.

The second time Saejoong comes to see him, there are no pleasantries. Not even the illusion of them. Saeyoung's eyes immediately lock on the object in Saejoong's hand.

"Thought you wanted to use me for something," Saeyoung says.

"That was until that little stunt you and the other brat pulled. Nuisances until the very end."

“What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't act like you don't know!"

A kick sends him sprawling face-first to the floor. A boot makes contact with his back, pinning him to the rough concrete. "You two vermin and that damn RFA are trying to destroy everything I've spent my life working for. I'm sure you're the one who dug everything up, even if the other one did the legwork. I should have taken you out sooner."

Saeyoung hears the safety on the gun click and he knows, he knows, that this is it. The RFA and... Saeran?... Saeran... tried to take down their father. He doesn't know how it could be possible, he hasn't seen Saeran in so long—

In that moment it hits him: he's never going to see Saeran again. And if his brother and the RFA tried something so blatant, so public, to get rid of Saejoong... every single one of them is in danger. And there's nothing Saeyoung can do about it.

He failed, and he's about to die for it.

Even if his soul is being overcome with despair—Not Saeran, Saeran please be safe, I wish I could have seen you one more time... please be safe—he won't go down quietly. Saeyoung is a cockroach, and roaches don't die easily.

"At least look me in the eye when you kill me," he growls. "Or are you a goddamn coward?"

There's a pause, and for a moment Saeyoung thinks they'll just shoot him and be done with it, but then the weight disappears from his back and someone snaps their fingers. He's yanked up to his knees by his hair and it takes everything in him to suppress a wince. He won't give his father the satisfaction. Not even once.

The monster haunting his nightmares glares down at him with a look of pure hatred. Saeyoung is sure he has the same look on his own face, and that thought makes him feel things he doesn't want to unpack (at least he won't have to).

"Normally I don't care for getting my hands dirty," Saejoong says, pressing the cold metal of the gun to Saeyoung's forehead. "But you two pests are a special case. You've been a thorn in my side for far too long."

Saeyoung looks him in the eye and musters up his last act of defiance. "One day, you are going to die. One day, everything you've built up will mean nothing. You will be a cold, hard corpse in the ground like the rest of us. Bloated, rotting, festering. Death will find you one day, no matter how much you try to run. And so will I."

He leans up; the gun presses hard against him, but he doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink as he stares his father down. "I may be going there first, but one day you will die and you will rot and when you do, I will drag you down to Hell myself. You'll never escape me. We'll burn together for eternity."

He spits out a glob of blood and phlegm, right on Saejoong's shiny politician's shoes.

They say you never hear the shot that gets you.

Saeyoung doesn't.