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SNEAK PEEK ARC 2 - SYSTEM X

This is a sneak peek of arc 2. It is almost complete and it’s gonna be a short arc but the others are gonna be longer. I swear. Anyway enjoy and feel free to like and repost. It just me motivation.

MASTERLIST

Takes place after the protagonist’s recovery. 

You smiled at the grumpy nurse who gave you a not-less-smile. You've been in the hospital for over 3 month now. Your recovery- to most- was a miracle. Doctors were over joyed at your recovery, and nurses were more then happy to help you move with therapy. You wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for the amazing doctors and nurses by your side.

Amazing what they can do.

"Leaving finally?" She asked, grabbing papers. Her voice filled with annoyance but you found it was a mask to hide her excitement.

"Yup! discharged finally," you said before handing her a gift bag. "For you, for helping me."

She smiled. A genuine one. "When you enter this field, helping someone is a must not a choice. I helped you because it's my job..." she took the gift bag and hid it behind the serving desk.

"Thank you. Whatever it is, I love it." She chuckled before handing you papers.

The bill probably.

"A young man already paid for it." Your nurse said before walking away from you to her new patient.

"A young man...?" You muttered. Paid? Someone paid for it? Sure as hell wasn't you. So who? Quickly you opened the bill, scanning the page for a name. Anonymous it read. How the hell did someone pay over ₩40,000,000 for let alone someone like you?

Your memory was fuzzy. Apon months of physical and mental therapy, your memory flashed every now and then. You can hardly remember the two figures in your room after your surgery. And as to how you were hospitalized remains a mystery. Who would do something so brutal? Maybe someone knows who you are and is now targeting you or it's just karma coming to say hello.

The nurses informed you that friends came over to visit but you were quick to say you had no one to call friend in Korea. Which led you to believe that they were involved with your hospitalizations.

So why the flowers? Why the blank card? The flowers you got because it’s a sign of support in recovery. But you have no one close enough to give you anything, let alone flowers. But what leaves you confused was the card. The blank card.

And to make matters worse, you got fired. The owner said to keep a reputation for the store, they had to fire you. Which was stupid, your hospitalizations didn't make headlines as accidents like yours are rare in Korea. Either it was masked by someone and told reporters to report something else or no one knew at all. So who or what made your boss fire you? It was hard enough to find a job and now your left with nothing. If all means, you were kinda happy the anonymous person paid for the bill or you would have to pull a line of credit to pay it off.

But you still had to pay for the coach bus ride back home. Your accident was so bad that they had to bring you to a whole different city for surgery. 2 hours away. Going under over 10 hours of surgery all together. The magic doctors have.

It was only a couple weeks later- after being discharged, was when you found a new job. A flexible one. One that you can enjoy. One many wished to have.

Dog sitting.

"She's happy to see me again, isn't she?" You laughed, asking the owner of the Chihuahua, holding the small dog in your arms who was wagging her tail aggressively and attempting to lick your face. Black and white breed with large eyes and her tongue that hanged from her mouth. "Yeah whateves, you can have her if you want, she's a pain in the ass anyway..."

She said, standing in her house taking a puff of her cigarette while you stood outside of it.

Your smile dropped.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Tomorrow at 8pm!" She yelled before slamming the door on your face. "Ok!" You yelled through the door, looking down to the small dog, you scratched her head- which she seemed to enjoy. "I can have you huh?" You really wanted to. By looks, she wasn't clearly groomed properly or often.

"If I had money... I'll do it if it means you're happy..." you mumbled, kissing her head.

Marshmallow, a Chihuahua- you think- you don't know the type of breed. Who cares. It's a dog. They can love you as much as you love him or she. You dog sit for a lot of other dogs, but Marshmallow is your favourite. She doesn't listens, eats a lot, sleeps, and looks and acts goofy. Just like yourself.

You found yourself in front of your car. Your car that sat in the parking garage since your incident. They cleaned everything. Not even letting the evidence team through and clean the crime scene immediately after you out of there. So to begin with, your case was nothing but ignored or erased. You definitely knew that you fought the culprit through, and definitely going to confront them about your car bill having to remove your insurance days prior.

Finally reaching your apartment door, your hands full with dog food and Marshmallow's bed as the owner wanted the dog gone for at least 24 hours. Kinda makes you question as to why Marshmallow's owner even own her.

She barks at your feet before you successfully opening the door, her tiny feet tapping the cold tiles before going silent due to the apartment's carpet. Immediately running to the couch to lay down.

Across from her was the flowers the two 'friends' dropped a couples days after your surgery. Nearly dead actually. The blank card tho, you figured it out. It's blank to the naked eye but visible under blue UV light. Smart cookies. On the card was a phone number. That's it. You've never called it or reported to the police. They didn’t help in the first place, so you were left on your own.

You just finished taking off your shoes, throwing them into the closet. "Marshmallow get off of the couch!" She didn't listen at first, but you smiled when she jumped off of the cushions to join you passing the couch. She jumped up, upper paws gripping your leg as she barks frantically.

"What...?" You mumbled placing down the supplies on the table beside you. Looking at the table you noticed the new large hot sauce bottle you recently purchased. "Hungry?" Your thumb caressing the bottle, remembering it was your adopted father’s favourite, shocked to see they sold it here in Korea.

"Let me get you some food..." you muttered. "Miss L/n-"  your eyes went wide and Marshmallow barked before you turned around quickly, chucking the bottle at the presence behind you.

Not to your surprised, they caught the bottle smoothly. Without a care in the world with their arm covering their face. The hot sauce bottle in a tight grip as their steel rings colliding with the hard plastic. They wore full black. A large black dress shirt with a silver chain and fancy baggy black cargo pants. With their hair full pitch black with parted slick bangs. They slightly dropped their arm.

They smiled. Or... he smiled.

"Hi~" he greeted in a happy-silly tone.

Your memory is still a blur for the past months but when you saw his face, you remembered it immediately. No, you didn't need drugs or surgery to remember his face.

Mr. Park motherfucking Seonghwa.

Dropping arc 2 on 20th

I swear. I’m done my exams.

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Popular boys? Overrated ♡ (masterlist)

Urban Dictionary:

♡ Popular boy: Annoying assholes who think making fun of other people makes them cool. ♡ Overrated: When something or someone becomes too popular than others, and is given more credits than it deserves to be.

♡ Synposis: University? Stressful. Assignments? Too many. Social life? Above par. Boys? Disgusting. Popular boys? A total and complete headache. Sex? Optional. Sleep? Not so optional. But really...what are you supposed to do when you've got a hot guy up your ass begging for your attention? Nothing much but give in to him.

↳ Follow the two separate stories of our protagonists as they maneuver their lives at University while trying to avoid the two nefarious popular boys, Seonghwa and Yunho.

♡ Author: bvidzsoo

♡ Pairing: Park Seonghwa x female reader; Jeong Yunho x female reader

♡ Rating: nc-17

♡ Genre: 90's rom-com; University!au; Popular guy!au; Sports!au

♡ Status: on-going

🎧Playlist🎧

♡ Park Seonghwa ♡

📝Sugar on my lips: ˗ˏˋ First assignment ★ Second assignment ★ Third assignment ˎˊ˗

Summary: Besides looking pretty and acting dumb, popular boys were good for nothing else. Park Seonghwa, who you've known for over a year now, wasn't an exception. Obnoxious, eccentric, and a peacock, he seems to have an affinity of getting on your nerves. But when coincidentally you get paired up for an assignment, you happen to discover a different side of him. Is it possible you have misjudged him?

✫☼☾☁ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲…𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.❞ ☁☾☼✫

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♡ Jeong Yunho ♡

🎭Under the pretense: ˗ˏˋ First act ★ Second act ★ Third act ˎˊ˗

Summary: What was supposed to be the best time of your life turned into something more bizarre and only slightly fun. Don't get me wrong, having to share your theater class out of the blue with popular guy Jeong Yunho, to most, didn't sound like the worst idea, but to you...yeah, you would've been more grateful if the principal found other methods of punishment for her son's misbehavior.

꧁༺ ❝𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢, 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.❞ ༻꧂

♡ Visual Board ♡

A/N: Weeell, hellooo, surprise?? Total random idea with the most random plots, but here I stand before you, presenting two separate stories which happen in the same universe. They can most certainly be read as standalones, but fyi I will post them by jumping from Seonghwa's story to Yunho's and then back and forth. I most certainly will not start their stories until I'm done with my Mingi rockstar series, which will take a few more weeks, sorry for making you wait but...priorities. As you can see, I have a playlist that I will be updating with songs that remind me of our girlies, our main characters, as they will be girlbossing in their respective stories lol. I hope I'll be able to pull off the 90's romcom vibes, don't be too hard on me if I fail lol <3

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THOUGHTS (not proofread)

Been over a month since I updated ‘System X’. College isn’t easy but I’ve been getting second thoughts about this story. I was thinking disconnecting this series/story after losing motivation to continue. When uploading my story in the beginning and seeing the lack of support for it, chopped my inspiration for this story in half.

After a while and taking a break I realized that this story is more than views and likes. I uploaded because I want to and I enjoy it. I shouldn’t write because of the views, but because of creativity. As fanfic writers we should start thinking less about the view and like count and just focus on why we’re writing or pasting 1000+ words onto an app. We want to express our thick creative minds and why not share it with some other people?

I’ve reflected and now I want to update and continue this story not because I need but because I want to.

Thanks for the people reading my book up to date… you mean a lot to me. Sorry for the wait for the next Act or maybe no one is waiting for the next chapter, so whateves..? But there could be one person… Even when someone asks me to add themselves on the Taglist, comments or likes, shows your support to a small writer sitting in the corner of tumblr.

So don’t leave us in the dark like, share, repost- do what you like beacause small actions means a lot to the writer. 💗

ACT 3 is coming soon, just give me time…. Btw next Act will focus on interacting with the others so I'm down for some scenario ideas... 👀

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🫧STUMBLE — Prologue

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🫧By ———— SLOoOre/slowee00

🫧 ARC: THE CAT

🐚 Chapter warning(s): backstory, profundity

⛴️ SERIES MASTERLIST

The drive was silent, the vehicle's wheels rolled at high speeds and the rain poured down on the large tour bus.

The radio sounded, a feminine voice singing various notes, her smoothing voice calmed the nerves of many via the heavy rain. Some people were sleeping, some were reading or on their phones.

It was currently around 11:30 pm and your tour bus had taken a detour a couple hours earlier due to a fallen tree on the road because of the incoming storm. Since then, the six-wheeler has been speeding down the empty roads longer than it should've. Of course, many, many people were angry- as they should be, their money and time was wasted instead of viewing the rest of the large mountains before night fall. Instead, it was just a forest and a cliff of water for miles.

A vacation your parents looked forward too. Your parents were athletes. They loved sports and being active. Your father is more of a climber while your mother is more of a runner. Every now and then, she teases and brings up how you’re gonna love running and will regret not exercising your body when running for something like the bus.

But you dismissed it and stuck with what you love; making music and creating art.

"You ok F/n?" Your mom asked, yawning and had woken up from her sleep. She smiled, reaching out to you and rubbed the top of your head.

"I am," you answered, still reading your newly twilight book from your school's library.

Your father snores loudly beside you, clearly tired out from yelling at the driver about getting lost.

"Mom?"

"Yes..?"

"Do you believe in vampires?" You asked randomly, looking up at her before she reached over to take a sip of her now cold coffee. "I wish,” she started, laughing a bit. “When I was your age, then I realized it would be chaos with those things around... when you're older, you'll watch Van Hel-"

The bus suddenly shook, and a few mumbling from shocked passengers immediately erupted. Your mom looked up and around, collecting her surroundings.

"Wake your father up." She commanded you.

"What's going on?"

"It's that fuck'n bus driver I swear."

"Are we in Seoul yet?"

"Mommy my butt hurts."

"I feel like we've been driving for some time now."

"Some time, we're lost again!"

Your mom leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"Cover your ears, too many bad words, I'm gonna go to the bedroom," you looked at her with bore eyes as if you've never heard profanity before. But you rolled your eyes and grabbed your large headphones and place them over your ears. You felt her hand run on your shoulder before she got up from her seat.

You hummed your favourite tune, popping in your favourite candy flavoured lollipop- but the joy was soon cut short as the bus shook again, only this time, it was much worse. Your juice spilled onto the ground and onto your father's lap, waking him up instantaneously. The force almost made you face plant into the seat in front of you.

Your father furrowed his brows, watching his wife walk to the front of bus.

Your mom stumble to the front of the bus, knocking on the wall beside the entrance of the drivers side. A thick curtain separating the two. She didn't want to interrupt anything, but she needed to know how close were they to the city. There was no cellphone service, so they were pretty much stranded, sitting ducks.

"Excuse..." She slowed her words, "...Me?" She pressed her lips together, seeing a odd pool of crimson substance spreading near her black running shoes. She stepped back not wanted to step on the unknown liquid.

But she couldn't help it. The temptation was eating at her. It could've been juice? No- it's too thick-

Ripping open the curtain, her eyes open wider than she's has ever before. The horrific scene in front filled her nose with a disgusting medallic scent. She quickly covered her nose by pinching it hard and took a step back in shock.

The blood dripped down the driver's hand and onto the ground. A long green-rusted spear with a spiral design around it was stabbed straight through the man's chest. The sharp end of the spear penetrated through the seat perfectly the a drill.

The driver’s window was shattered, showing the pitch black night sky. Analyzing the unknown-looking spear, it was as if someone or something shot the weapon with purpose and the driver was long dead with no chance of survival.

She was so stunned with the dead man, still processing that she had talked to this persons only a couple hours ago. Eyeing him even more, she didn't notice that the bus's wheels ran with no control. The dead males foot was still on the gas- she didn't acknowledge how fast the bus was suddenly running till it was too late.

The world stood silently as she watch what could be her last moments.

"Holy Sh-"

The large coach bus slammed the metal ramp with a loud bang, scraping the plastic covering open. As the two metals crashed against each other, sparks igniting, luggages in the bus immediately flung out of its compartment, creating a mess on the wet road. The passengers screamed at the sudden change and aggression.

Your twilight book slip out of your hands and you felt your father put his hand on your chest to push you back up against your seat.

"F/n-"

Your mom reached over to the dead man’s wheel and turned it to the left as much as possible. But the damage was already done.

The once secured metal ramp gave in, tipped the bus on its side in the span of seconds.

The people screamed, feeling themselves lift from the seat. People without seat belts were pull straight out of their seat rolling onto the side of the bus. You screamed, the heavy vehicle drove and broke the ramp, running straight off the cliff with speed, giving no one time for thoughts.

Your world slowed, turning upside down. Personal belongings flew everywhere, people rolling onto the roof of the bus, turning your head to your left, you noticed your father closing his eyes tight, he still had his large hand over your chest. His lips moved like he was giving a prayer and the corners of his eyes began to water.

Your mom, she almost wanted to vomit, the taste nearly in her mouth, her stomach twist and turned as she’s watching herself ascend lower and faster to the pitch black open water.

In a flash, you saw a large wave of water rush into the passenger side. Engulfing you all in an aggressive wave, knocking you out in seconds.

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❌ 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐗 (teaser) ❌

Summary: After the war against Thanos, F/n l/n moved to Korea and found herself a stable job at a doughnut shop. Suddenly, one night after locking up, F/n L/n found herself with a target on her back. A man with electric batons, a sniper, two fighters, and a man's voice on her phone telling her to run.

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➫ "...You want some macaroni and cheese?"

➫ "...W...What are you doing in my house?"

➫ "It's a yes or no question. Want some or no?"

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MARVEL UNIVERSE!!

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BOOK WARNING:

SLOWBURN!! F/n (first name) instead of y/n, attempted humor, Blood, gore, swearing, angst, mature scenes, smut, men being down bad for the protagonist, LOTS of kissing, dub-con touching, torture, trauma, serious topics

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BOOK RATE:

MATURE AUDIENCE PLEASE 18+

⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️

This is a work of fiction. Characters, character personalities, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination.

Arc 1 is out! Posting on tumblr and Wattpad - (Currently unavailable on Wattpad. Under construction 🚧):

See - Snippets - for more work.

Made by Slowee00/SLOoORE - DNS

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[bvidzsoo]

bf!Mingi instagram stories

author: bvidzsoo

pairing: song mingi x reader

tw: cursing

genre: smau, reactions, boyfriend!au, non idol!au

a/n: hellooo, bringing a little treat to everyone ^^ (while i'm fighting with my thesis lol, i shall be updating my stories soon, hold on for a little longer <3) i was inspired by @lwtqts to do this, go check out their smaus! i think listening to this while you read through these stories brings a nice vibe! ^^ divider

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bf!Yunho instagram stories

author: bvidzsoo

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

tw: cursing, very slightly suggestive

genre: smau, reactions, boyfriend!au, idol!au

a/n: :D hello, *hides because im supposed to focus on my thesis rn but uh-anways* these are a little bit silly, because im once again tormented by yunho HELP ME; istg i have to place this man and mingi in a ban every few days, it's exhausting...i hope you enjoy! (i might have exaggerated with these NAUR there's a lot LOL) and listen to this for a little ambience while reading through hehet ^^ divider

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Daemonium (teaser)

﹢﹑⟡ Daemonium → evil spirit [Latin] ﹢﹑⟡

Pairing: demon!Jung Wooyoung x female reader

Genre: supernatural!au, university!au, demon!au, crack somehow too~

Rating: nc-17

Warning: cursing, attempts of murder, descriptions of death, usage of witchcraft, suggestive

Summary: ﹢﹑⟡ Starting university and moving in with an unknown dormmate should've been stressful, not to you though. You couldn't wait to finally break free from home and live life freely. But isn't it weird that you start having near death experiences quite often after you meet your dormmate, Jung Wooyoung? ﹢﹑⟡

﹢﹑⟡ Read the story here! ﹢﹑⟡

“Yuyu, you can’t even pinpoint one instance when he’s tried to kill me, stop being dramatic—”

“Oh, I can’t pinpoint one instance?!” Yunho’s eyebrows angrily shot up, “How about I pinpoint a dozen then, you stupid woman!”

“I’m all ears.” I singsonged and leaned back in my chair as Yunho groaned loudly, leaning closer, as if that would make him sound less insane and make me finally agree with the way he thought things were.

“Fine,” He snapped and pressed a finger against my chest quite painfully, “you had been living with him barely for three weeks when it just so happened that there was a fire scare in your apartment, and your door was locked from the outside? Not even two weeks after that, he walked inside the bathroom while you were bathing and pushed your hairdryer into the bathtub, but thankfully it wasn’t plugged in, right?! Oh, and how about on Halloween when he dressed up as Ghostface and only chased you around and got arrested when the cops realized he had a real knife as a prop?! What about, I don’t know, when he quite literally broke a bottle and held it against your neck under the excuse that he wanted to see how you’d react ‘under pressure’?! Let’s not even mention him burning your hair when you were feet away from the stove. Or that time when the lunatic was playing around with throwing knives and almost fucking gauged your eye out with it? He’s set your favorite blanket on fire, Y/N, while you were underneath it! And you said he tried to push you into the river while you were out taking photographs for your portfolio for class—”

“Alright!” I raised my hands in defeat, sighing loudly, “I do admit it’s weird how often it happens that I’m placed in harms way whenever I’m around Wooyoung, but they are just coincidences, Yunho—”

“Coincidences my fucking ass!” Yunho hissed, cheeks and ears reddening from anger. I sighed defeated and placed my elbow on the table and then rested my chin in my palm with a pout on my lips. Yunho only cussed when he was really angry.

“Yuyu,” I poked his hand with my left hand, lightly scratching his smooth skin with my nails, “I love and you love me, and I know you worry about me because ‘you know how men are’, but Wooyoung is inoffensive, trust me. He’s odd and yeah, weird things happen around him, but I actually quite enjoy his personality. He’s a rational and down-to-earth guy, he tells me as things are and he’s quite fucking good at photography. I probably passed a few of my classes due to his help, so please, try not to think of him as a serial killer.”

A/N: As mentioned a while ago, I have quite a few up-coming oneshots for you, my lovelies! ^^ I hope this little bit is intriguing because you'll be in for a ride once I am finished with this piece haha. If I manage to finish it tomorrow I'll post it tomorrow, if not, it'll be posted by the 17th ^^ divider

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🫧STUMBLE — SLOoOre/slowee00 (NEW STORY)

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ATEEZ X FEM. READER

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Something is calling her, calling her home or… someone.

🫧 Summary: After years of a tragic accident, F/n (m/n) L/n found herself in Korea for post secondary. Finally giving it a shot. Learning the language was a struggle but as time went on, it became easier. Her university is surrounded by the sea; many lakes with clear blue water. The perfect place to relax at the bar and study for an exam.

After settling in, F/n stumble into a life she never would dream. Like. Ever. It was a life a child would be existed hear and a fairy tail that many adults would smile too.

“I'm not mad, I'm not hurt

You got everything you deserve

I must've loved you more than I ever knew

I'm happy for you”

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This book is mainly targeted to foreigners but do what ya want! (I came from Wattpad, there’s hardly any variety and diversity when it comes to x reader stories)

I'm only controlling two things: your hair length and your height. (you're 5'8) If you don't have or wear a hijab, try to ignore it. For this story, the MC’s hair will be controlled for the plot. Check out my other(s) if you don’t like. :)

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🫧 Genre: K-drama, Action, drama, romance, attempted romantic comedy, eventual smut, science fiction, fantasy, merfolk, adventure, some exotic setting, mystery, action, adventure, slice of life, college life

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CURRENT ARCS/ACTS:

#1 • The Cat

🐚 PROLOGUE

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#2 • Sirens

#3 • Drown

#4 • Happy for you

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Book warning: MDNI Attempted humour, swearing, angst, fluff, eventual smut, lots of augst (will probably add more soon)

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BOOK RATE: MATURE AUDIENCE PLEASE- you know who you are! Your only warning. MDNI THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU!

DO NOT STEAL. BUT REPOST!!

If you guys come across another person that took my work without my permission or credit, please contact me (Inspiration doesn't count). Idk what l'll do tbh. BUT feel free to repost, give feedback, and interest, It gives me motivation to continue! :)

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—> Heavily inspired by H2O and MAKO MERMAIDS

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction. Characters, character personalities, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Stan Ateez and their hardworking music. <3

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(More dark, angst, and mature)

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#—𝟶𝟹 • 𝙼𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 목표

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CHAPTER WARNGING(S): swearing, blood, two flashbacks

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If you could describe your situation now in three words it would be confused, terrified, and tired.

You could barely hear your phone's speaker as you bolted for your life. Both legs in action despite skipping leg day while your lungs burn like they were being set on fire.

"Miss L/n, do you hear me!?" The speakers on your phone repeated.

"Yes, YES- WHAT?!?" You shouted, still sprinting to your car. You brought your phone to your ear to hear him better despite having a foggy mind. You frantically got your key out, finger fighting to find the right one to unlock your car with ease so you can slip in and drive away. Your phone in between your ear and your shoulder.

"Listen I know this is bad, ok? just-"

"I know, I know, I mean- I don't even know you, how do I know if I can even trust you?" You said still sprinting towards your car all while turning to the elevator that got farther away the more you ran. But surprisingly, no one was there. Or at least yet.

"Don't go running to your car!" You heard him faintly shout.

It was like a ring in your ear. Hitting a nerve in your brain that stopped your entire body on the spot; stopping yourself with a loud stomp.

You panted, letting a small snort escape through your nose. Your hand just barely grazing car's handle.

"Of course... if they’re here to kill me then they gotta be near my car..." your words stuttered in shock. Feeling your jaw go numb.

"Or in it.." He continued. You heard him let out a sigh of exhaustion.

"I know their mis-"

"And- and how do I know if you're not trying to kill me too?" You panted, slowly back away from your car.

The phone line went silent.

"S-so you are trying to kill me?" You said in a panic.

"No!" He barked.

You heard him sigh on the other end as your breathing began to slowly come back.

"My name... Is Seonghwa- Park Seonghwa... better?" his voice now somewhat soft.

"...a little.." you said under your breath.

You stared into your car's tinted window. It was your reflection. But as you looked closer, you noticed movement behind you. It was a human figure, coming straight towards you.

Just before the unknown figure could swing their arm towards you, you ducked, nearly missing he or her deadly hit.

You let out a small yelp, turning around on your knees and rear to look up to the person who could've gave you a terrible injury, if not that, death. They were staring right back at you. They wore a black plastic mask that perfectly gripped around their nose and mouth. They wore a full black suit with a harnesses wrapped around their waist, thighs and chest; knives and firearms sat in their holsters.

You shivered, trying to find their eyes in their black glasses as they made eye contact with yours; they tilted their head, making their m-hair follow their action.

Quickly dragging yourself out of your hiding spot and stood up, nearly stumbling. Your lips quivered as you stumbled back onto your feet, phone still in hand.

They were holding two electric batons, one in each hand. The one they swing towards you perfectly impaled your car's door, leaving a large slash, ruining its colour.

"Oh my g...gosh..." you stuttered, eyes wide while staring at the marking the mysterious person did.

"I just took off my insurance..." you mumbled as they pulled their electric baton free effortlessly.

"F/N! can you hear me?!" You heard Seonghwa yell on your phone.

You took a step back.

This wasn't a test. This was real. The male figure standing in front of you wore clothing and armor like they were ready to take a bullet at any time. The mask and shades are for hiding his identity. The black clothing on him is for creeping in the darkest corners. If you walk close to those corners, you will only meet to your end.

"RUN!"

And you did. You felt every muscle in your legs jump straight into action. You didn't look back once. You didn't even know where to go. No elevators or the stairwells. You were trapped.

"Miss L/N, hold on, I'm coming to stop them before they do anything serious," you heard him say on the other line. But couldn't help but notice a simple word that left his lips.

...They...

THEY!

"What do you mean by 'they!!" You yelled, your words sound desperate, your lungs nearly at its limit again. You wanted to slow down but you can still hear their fast pacing footsteps behind you, reminding you every time it would cross your mind.

"There's more!?"

You heard them stop running.

"...Yeah, there is..."

Suddenly hearing a metal whip sound instead.

"How many..?" You asked.

"..."

"HOW MANY!?!"

"Four..." he paused.

"..There's four..."

There were four people coming to bite your ass. But you didn't have time to process what the male on the other end said before you got cut off as you felt something being wrapped around your ankle.

Due to the sudden stop from your foot, you could only feel yourself fall. Spreading out your arms as you watched as your phone fell face-first onto the ground. You only heard the male on the other end yell your name before it went silent.

Your only hope. Gone. Just like that.

Your eyes widened as you were still processing what just happened. You reached out to double check but just like a snap, you felt yourself being dragged across the parking garage. Looking down at your foot, you saw a familiar thin yet thick metal wire wrap around your ankle.

Looking up, you saw the mysterious male figure that attacked you previously pulling on the wire. Drawing you back to them like you were nothing but a fish on a hook.

You let out small whimpers sounds of panic as the wire digs into the skin of your ankle. Your body dragged on the ground as you desperately tried to grab into something.

'What did I do to deserve this?!' You thought.

Just as you were close enough to them, they swung up the wire, making your body suddenly start to rise from the ground.

You let out a small scream before you felt your back slam against the windshield of a car. Your mouth open at the stinging pain, small moans, feeling the broken glass against your back. You don't feel anything impale you but you can feel the glass leave small cuts through your clothing.

You groaned in pain, barely able to open your eyes and reached to your back to feel for any blood and shards that piercing your body. Luckily none have but there was blood.

You heard them chuckle.

"W..what d..do you want from me?" You asked through breaths of pain, slowly pealing yourself from the broken windshield. Your baby hairs/bangs/hijab sticking to your forehead as you begin to sweat.

"Want..?" They answered in a low voice.

"I want nothing," they answered in Korean, their deep voice echoing through the parking garage. Their mask slightly muffling their voice.

"You're just my target."

[ Hours before Y/N (M/N) L/N attempted assassination ]

"You can't be serious..." Seonghwa said. Still in his velvet silk pyjamas, he was woken up to the recent temporary squad's new target.

Seo Hyung sighed, siping her hot coffee that fogged up her glasses. Her forehead sweated as a migraine began to slip in.

"How- Seo Hyung- we can't just-"

"I know....I know..." she trailed off.

They both stood in her office lost at what to do next. "She’s innocent?"

"I wouldn't say that..." Seo Hyung places down her mug on her desk. Releasing her legs from a crossing position and leans forward, placing her hands under nose, thinking hard.

"How?"

"Don't know...I’ll have to look into it."

She was stressed. Her hair was out of place and was also still in her pyjamas. She felt out of place, so unprofessional. Only Seonghwa was an exception see her in such a state.

"The new worker, told me he punched in the wrong coordinates- something like that... which is hard to believe because he’s been working here for over three years, so why did he fuck up now..?" She placed her coffee on her office's table.

She sighed. “If she dies… whoever knew her will have questions, if ANYONE finds out she dead, we’re fucked.”

Seo Hyung leaned back to rest her hand against her forehead. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. "How so?” he questioned. You were a civilian. You were that important? ‘X’ rules are: Rule #3: stick the mission. Rule #2: kill the ones who were assigned, Rule #1: no civilians casualties.

“The police will get involved, others will get involved,” she paused. “Even if she survives or not, the media will go crazy, our enemies will know it’s us and go after her for information!” “Or the people she knows,” “Exactly! It would be just like agent 89 all over again…” You don’t get an easy way out of this. Either you die or you survive and pray it doesn’t go viral.

“Unless…”

"...Get her?"

"Get her."

[PRESENT]

You ducked, avoiding the male's punches and kicks. He sends another out only this time it was to distract you and instead, sent a hard kick at you but you deflected his foot and pushed him, making both you guys fall onto the cold concrete floor.

You both recovered quickly, shifting your weight onto your hand and bringing your legs up to do a flip forward. But what caught both of you guys off way the way you both did it in sync.

Both were in a crouching pose, watching one another. It was like a mirror. One hand on the ground and the other in the air for support. You had a feeling the male enjoying this as much as you were dreading it.

Running towards you, he kicked his leg up to your head but you leaned back just enough to avoid his attack. But he was too fast. Releasing his leg, he turned around, bringing his other leg to send a powerful kick to your stomach again.

You let out a groan of pain, feeling your already injured back against a cold concrete pillar. You held your stomach, feeling bruises painting your body repeatedly.

Your eyes recovered; sprung open just in time to dodge an incoming punch; landing right beside your head.

You both were close.

It was like a pause or a break you both took, in that moment you looked up and saw his fist penetrating the cold pillar's concrete. The white ash landed on your shoulder and cheek.

Such strength remains you of someone familiar. Such strength is impossible for a human being. If a natural human being had to attempt to penetrate something as hard as a concrete pillar, you can kiss that hand goodbye.

No, this strength wasn't normal.

A shift in his body brought you back to reality. It was only then when you took the opportunity to grip his trapped hand and send a punch to the male's face.

Despite being the same height, your strength wasn't on the same level as his. Therefore your punches were nothing more than child's play. But you weren't that weak. You managed to knock his plastic glasses and mask right off his face. You heard him let out a small growl of annoyance.

Though you did little work, it was enough to make an opening for you to run and make some distance.

He turned his head towards you, finally making direct eye contact with you. He had cold brown eyes gave him a dark persona, you couldn't help but notice a mole under his left eye.

In that moment you could feel the tension between you two. You watched him wipe the crimson liquid running down his nose with the back of his gloved hand.

In the moment you've realized something. You've realized where you are currently standing. You're fighting this random stranger that can possibly kill you in seconds. You have no phone to call for help. As far as you know they only help/hope you currently are holding onto is Mr. Park.

Your hands started to shake in fear. Yes, you may have skills to fight this man off for a while but you couldn't help but dread yourself. You haven’t fought in nearly a year.

He ran towards you as you were in a daze. Feeling his fist make contact with your nose. You held your nose with both hands, stumbling backwards.

You opened your eyes just in time to see him pull a gun out of his harness. But before he could point it to you, you planted your foot before swinging your other leg, twisting your body around and kicking the deadly weapon out of his grasp.

"Ha- I've haven't done that in a while," You said, shocked and mentally celebrating your small victory.

After losing his weapon, he swiftly swung his left arm to his thigh, quickly equipping himself with a large dagger.

"Oh come on.." You hist, bringing your arm up, ready to block his sharp weapon.

"If someone is coming towards you with a knife, you always bring your arm up and hit their forearm with yours, only then is when you keep it away from you." Natasha said in the boxing ring. A large knife swung around her finger, then stopping her action by completely holding the sharp steel properly.

"Let's give it a try, kid." She said, circling you.

"I don't think I can." Her dirty red hair glowed brightly under the titanium lights, you can almost make out every hair strand sticking out.

"Why not?"

"Because you're. Black. Widow." You said with a little attitude, plainly looking at her.

"And?." She remakes.

You signed. "You'll..” you paused. “You’ll just kill me, right?" You heard her chuckle. Startled, you looked up. To meet her green eyes.

"F/n," she said with a childish smile. "We're training for a reason, dummy." With the same smile, she got in her fighting position.

She beat you obviously. She always beats you.

You successfully dodged his incoming attack. But of course, he was stronger. So when your elbows met, he only pushed you onto your back against the hood of a car.

As if holding you down with his arms wasn't enough, he suddenly was now sitting on you, pinning you down completely from the waist up.

Crap, think!

You couldn't understand anything. This guy threw you onto a car and punched a dry concrete pillar effortlessly. So why isn't he using his full strength? You can feel his strength up against you but you know this wasn't his full.

You can feel the cold dagger inching closer to your throat.

This guy wasn't trying to kill you. Fast at least.

This guy is playing with you.

This guy was enjoying this.

You stared at his large dagger then to his dark brown eyes.

He was staring back into your eyes. His hair was messy and untucked. You guys stared at each other before you felt his knees reposition itself, shifting his weight, inching his deathly weapon closer to your throat.

Your hands and arm began to shake violently, turning you head to the side, in hopes of making distances between you and his weapon. Your nose crunched up and your eyebrows furrowed. This made the corners of his lips angle upwards slightly.

"I'll make this quick for the both of us, yeah?" He said, suddenly feeling his previous strength returning.

You went for the only last resort.

Using your legs as an advantage, you swung your knee up in between his crotch. Hard.

"Aah!" You cringed at the stinging feeling when your knee make contact with something hard instead of what you expected. Armor.

"...Try again, Princess," he says with the same small smirk.

You looked down for a second then back to his eyes.

"Oh of course," you said, but then an idea came to mind.

Using what's left of your strength to grab his much larger hands that held the weapon. Gripping it and pulling it away from you both. You tilt your neck to avoid it, and the dagger impaling the hoods of the car with ease.

This brought you both closer, the male's nose nearly hitting yours. But you had a plan. Bring back your head and swing it forward towards him and hit his nose with your forehead.

He groaned in pain, raising himself up and releasing his dagger to grip his nose.

You swung both legs from under his spread legs, keeping them together, and kicking the heavy male in the stomach and pushing him away from you; hearing him fall on the cold garage's floor.

You rolled over to meet the cold concrete under your shoes, regaining balance in your feet. You breathed heavily looking at him slowly beginning to recover from the small fall. Red liquid trickled down his nose to his peached colour lips. Iron rested on his tongue as he wiped the crimson blood with the back of his hand and lick the top of his lip, glaring at you through his long black oily bangs.

His eyes didn't hold excitement and pleasure. No, it held rage and annoyance.

He was getting serious.

Now you started to take a few steps back before turning around to attempt to make distance between you and this stranger. But immediately stopped apon nearly bumping into a familiar figure.

The long black leather coat on top of the ruby turtleneck, the eyelet decor buckle belt with long grey dress pants. His jaw was sharp along with his facial features. This was Indeed the man from the elevator.

NOTES

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❌ - F/N thinks Wooyoung is handsome

❌ - Wooyoung is now finding F/N annoying

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#—𝟶𝟸 • 𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙! 픽업

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CHAPTER WARNGING(S): Swearing

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Credit: left parking garage photo by photographer Akira Asakura - unknown

"Jeez these are heavy.." you mumbled as you threw your things to the back of your cream coloured car. Sighing, you paused and rested your hands on the trunk of your vehicle, reminiscing the past.

After Thanos snapped his fingers, your life changed for the better and for the worse. The world changed for the worse and for the better.

After half's of earth's population was brought back, you've moved to a different country, learned a different language.

You wanted to restart. A clean plate. Let's just say your past life wasn't something to share with everyone. You've done things you've regret in hopes of making it better. You got no one. Your parents died during Thanos first attack on New York in 2011. You were only 11 years old when you witnessed your home being blown up with you and them still inside. You survived but your parents weren't so lucky.

It was nearly 10pm and you just closed up for the night. Everyday is the same but you don't mind it, really, Korea looks pretty at night.

Clapping your hand together to brush off any leftover dirt from your palms, slamming the back door of your car shut before you heard a small click sound, telling you that it was locked.

Reaching into your pocket to fetched your keys but only to found yourself stopping after hearing a slight disturbance coming from behind you.

Out of curiosity, you turned around, scanning the nearly empty parking garage and found nothing. Your eyes scan every grey concrete, the cracks in the wall, and for any newly parked cars.

But it was just you in the nearly empty parking garage.

You were the one who locked up, so no one should even be here this late at night. That, or people are working a night shift.

"Hm..." you thought long and hard about going to check it out but you brushed it off thinking is a squirrel. If not that, just your paranoia. Wouldn't be the first time.

In-till you heard it again only this time, it was closer.

Just as you were about to open your car door you suddenly stopped with your fingers inches away for your cars handle, fingers just glazing against it, feeling your body tensed up.

"Oh god!" You screamed, brushing your hands over your coats pockets.

"I forget my earphones in my locker." You groaned, throwing your head back and locked your car and headed straight for the elevator.

You walked a couple of steps across the parking garage too retrieve your ten dollar earphones. But with each step, you felt...off. As if someone was watching your every move.

Out of habit, you stopped walking and turned around to scan your surroundings.

Nothing. Just distant traffic coming from a close highway.

Your loose olive coat brushed against your hands as you turned to every sound that hit your eardrum.

Nothing.

"She's went back downstairs, Yunho, just in case San fails, get ready,"

A voice said in the brown haired male's earpiece. The tall male sat on a long sun chair, waiting for further instructions for about an hour.

"Okie dokie!" He said, popping out his coca-cola flavoured lollipop from his lips and smiled at the view font of him.

He let out a chuckled before aggressively putting down his rather large case on the roof of the apartment building; opening the case revealing a JTF2 Sniper.

He squealed.

"...my baby..." he said, bring his hand across the cold metal, caressing the scope to the sniper itself that had a big 'baby' printed in white spray paint on the body of the gun.

"Let's do this..." he muttered, taking each piece from the case and assembled it together; making sure that the magazine was fully loaded and seated the gun on the bipod.

After doing so, he set up his sniper rifle on the edge of the building, pointing the nozzle at lit up parking garage.

"I'm in position, I got the target in view, tell me when I should take the shot," Yunho said through his earpiece.

He watched you- three buildings away - through his sniper's scope. Your tall yet small figure walk skittishly to the elevator. You wore a large white t-shirt under your long olive coat with black baggy pants and white shoes. An everyday outfit in Korea.

He know from the way you looked - your skin, eye shape, nose, your quivering l/c lips *to your f/c - if you wear one - hajib* that you were foreign to the country.

"You're pretty," he mumbled trying to place his target on your head. He scans your worried with a mix of concern-face before checking you out, his finger slowly caressing the trigger.

"...God, I'll hate to ruin that cheap white shirt of yours..." he watched you double check your environment as you arrive to the elevator and pushed down on the button, waiting patiently for the ride.

Once you heard the small ding, you stepped inside too retrieve your ten dollar earphones. "...I didn't hear the shot..." Hongjoong spoke through Yunho's earpiece.

After watching your every moving, Yunho lowered his gun and rises his hand to his earpiece.

"Target out of sight...I'm not clear to take the shot," he paused, removing his eye from the scope and relaxes his shoulders. "Shit...!" Hongjoong cursed.

You smiled softly while staring at your earphones that wasn't- thankfully- stolen. The elevator made a high bell sound before opening the door and immediately your eyes wondered to the only living thing in the elevator, a tall male. Close to your height, a little bit taller.

They had a long black leather coat on with a rocking ruby turtleneck. He wore a eyelet decor buckle belt with long grey dress pants. His jaw was sharp along with his facial features. You didn't say anything before you stepped in but not before glancing at his name tag that had a company's name on it, in fact, it was a company close to the shop you worked at.

You stepped in and reached for the button for your floor number but to your surprise, there wasn't any other button glowing, showing that the man behind you wasn't going anywhere. He didn't get off at the stop you got on, so you had to ask.

"Um...ajeossi, where are you getting off?" You looked up at him for an answer. But you didn't get one.

Instead, his gaze slowly turned to you and only looked into your e/c eyes than to your feet and up back to your eyes.

"...."

"...O..k..." You nodded awkwardly and clicked on your floor to where your car is. Now you know why they used to put music in elevators just to ease the tension. The waiting time was awkward and you can feel his gaze from behind you, creating a hole through your head.

Finally the bell rings and you got off at your appropriate floor. But still, the man didn't get off. You thought you saw a ghost cause he wasn't simply getting off and just stood there. At the last second, you turned at face him one last time but your heart skipped a beat when you did just that.

He smiled at you.

Revealing his dimples and threw you a small wave, tilting his head back. But just when the elevator doors were about to close, his mood, era and expression drops.

For some reason the atmosphere got dark and intense. And soon his attractive smile formed into a hard glare.

"The heck..." you mumbled. Parting your lips before taking out your lip boom from your small fanny pack to moist them. But before you could take a step or apply any lip-boom on your l/c lips your phone ringed, playing your annoying ringtone.

"Who's calling me now..." you argued to yourself, putting away your boom and taking out your phone from your waist bag.

'...unknown...' it read.

"Scam..." you mumbled and put it back to where it was before. Trying again, to took your boom out again and began to slowly walk to your car.

It ringed again.

You groan as your boom was just an inch away for your slightly chapped lips.

This time, you answered.

"Look, this better be good-"

"You're F/N (M/N) L/n, right?" A dangerously deep male voice asked you over your phone in Korean. He sounded out of breath and of you listen closely you could hear the sound if aggressive wind being hit over and over again; like a chopper, nearly muffling out their voice. If it wasn't for their voice being deep, you couldn't have heard them.

You paused and tried to registered what the heck just came out of your phone's speaker.

"Yes...-"

"Listen to me carefully or you'll die." You felt your heart drop. You farrowed your eyebrows. "Huh!" your palms sweated while you began to fiddled with your lip-booms' label.

Your lips quivered and you began to blink faster than you usually do.

"What....What is this!?" You asked nearly screaming at the man on the phone. It was nearly 10:30 pm now and you're tired as heck. You got work tomorrow too. You started to get impatient and you just got enough of it.

"Ma'am or sir- whatever they call you, I'm too tired to be told this- this-"

"Your phone number is 026*******, your social security number is 82**01-23**678, you live in a apartment in Sangam on World cup buk-ro 60-gil-" at the moment- after he named your apartment name he went on to your best friends names to your dogs' former owner.

"I know more about you know about yourself, so listen."

Your heart dropped and you were unable to pick it up. You sweated buckets while your head was pounding. You were stunned. "O-ok you made your point...Ma'am..." you cut them off, stuffing your lipboom away in your bag and took out your inhaler instead.

You took a breath.

"Listen to me carefully..."

You took another breath.

"Don't go to the elevators or any exits, understand?" You paused.

"Elevator...?" You mumbled.

Now you were scared.

Earlier today you felt that you were being watched. From you bring at the cash register to you being at the back designing donuts. The weird noises. The sudden overly dressed man in the rusted elevator, it kinda made sense.

Slowly turning around to face the closed sliver metal doors.

"Second, they are people coming after you thinking you are a drug lord...." “A what lord…?” “How could this happen….” You heard him muttering to himself. You spaced out, your eyes wondering to the top of the elevator. Slowly lowering your phone from your ear, you watched the the lights at the top of the elevator light sit on your level.

It never moved.

Flashback:

Two days before F/N L/N Attempted Assassination.

"FUCK!" The woman cursed, slammed her fist onto the table. She cursed, trying to keep her anger at a minimum.

The other workers has stopped typing, searching or what not and instead now bowing their heads. Some fidget with their fingers while some watch their general, waiting for further instructions.

"But the mission was successful?"

"Yes ma'am." The agent answered formally.

Her breathing hitched. 'No it wasn't, if it was, they would've be here!' She failed. She thought it makes her no different from the general their trying to erase from existence.

"Keep calm." She mumbled.

Everyone shifted in their seat and if not in one, squirmed uncomfortably on their feet.

She promised them a happy life after all General Dreykov rooms were erased off of the face of the earth. But than again, she can't guarantee their safety out in action. She can only do some much till she's cut off.

"Ma'am-"

Her sudden loud scream filled with stress cut her companion off. And not a second after the woman in the black leather coat punched the screen hard resulting her pale fist piercing straight through it.

She wasn't sad anymore, she was mad.

Angry that she was unable to do something as two agents or even friends went up in flames as she was sipping her coffee in the staff room that morning.

"Everyone goes home," was the last thing she said to them. A total lie.

After removing her pale fist from the broken computer screen - not caring if it was bleeding - she wipes her now pink face with her sleeve, pinching her nose and ran her fingers down her pink cheeks.

It was quiet in the headquarters. The general is a having a break down. Many people don't know how to feel. Some don't even know who the group of agents were, they just punch in numbers, coordinates and assign missions.

The boys stood there along with the other workers. Waiting. This wasn't the first time anyway. Many people die happy, many die sad or angry. It's life. A sad reality.

But as others would say, ‘move on.’

"...God..." she mumbled. "What the next mission?" she yelled, grabbing a hold of the rallying, her sliver rings made contact with metal supporter.

"We’ll um…" he deep cold voice answered the woman.

"Soobin!" She yelled at one of the worker who almost choked and immediately stopped drinking his coffee, tapped his computer's keyboard with a loud click. The other workers sprung back into action, typing on the computer to pull up the next file.

The large blue LED globe in the centre of the research hall spins till it created a landmark on Korea; a spot just outside of Seoul. A second after an ID popped up. The photo glitches revealing a foreign female.

"This..." she started, pointing to the large ID on the screen.

"Is your next target." She said, assembling the next temporary squad.

Hongjoong’s heavy boots made a satisfying sound as he walks on the roof of the headquarters. His orange coloured hair blow in the heavy wind, despite knowing that he's not allowed up there in the first place. Keeping his balance, he walks slowly to the figure who was slouching.

Both males were still in their uniforms. Fully loaded guns with sharp knifes resting in there harness against their torso, hips, and thighs.

"You good?" He asked is junior, Wooyoung who was now playing with his small pocket knife. Putting his finger through the hole at the bottom of the knife's handle, spinning it around his finger.

"No." He coldly answered his senior. Hongjoong doesn't really know how to comfort people after a lost. He told himself to never get to close to someone cause he'll never know when they'll disappear. He knows their likely going to die in his hands here than out there in the world.

He was about to say something but was cut off by a beep coming from his wrist. He brought up his wrist to see a flashing red light and wasted no time tapping on it.

"New squad: 4-X Jeong Yunho, Choi San, Kim Hongjoong, and Jung Wooyoung; this is your new mission, 4 days from now. This is your new target. This is an assassination mission. If we can’t find them, we kill their drug lord, it will fuel the others to come out."

He hummed, "assassination mission..." Hongjoong mumbled, beginning to read the description. Taking a breath, he looking past his caller and straight to the young black haired male who has now stopped playing with his small pocket knife and looked at his hologram-watch.

"Another one already?..." Wooyoung sighed. "Come on," he murmured before getting up on his feet, walking passed him to the meeting lobby.

NOTES

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❌ - F/N thought the male in the elevator was handsome

❌ - San was eyeing F/n. He liked her coat

Translation

아저씨 ajeossi Translations of Mister

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"You like this hot sauce?" Seonghwa smiled, looking at the label of the sauce. "Me too." He walked to your small dinning table and placed down the hard bottle on its cold surface. 

"I made dinner, 'want some?" 

You stood there, staring at him. Now finally seeing his face in better lighting, you could say he's definitely a visual. Handsome. But you didn't let that fool you. Marshmallow stopped barking, now sitting up right with her overbite and her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth. 

"Macaroni and cheese..." his back now facing you, walking into your kitchen, looking for something. 

You only stared at him-  no-  glared with wide eyes at his figure in your kitchen. You weren't only just confused, he did just used your last macaroni bag.

"Only one fork...?" He asked, turning to face you, holding up the utensil. Your heart skipped a beat when you both made eye contact. You watched his eyebrows rise, arms crossed, leaning back against the counter. Still staring at him with wide eyes filled with confusion. 

"I'm one person..." you stated with a straight face.

He hummed. "Hm... good point..." he corrected his posture, turning once more to grab your wooden fork and spoon in a small plastic wrap you received from all of the restaurants you've ate at. Walking towards you and closer to the dinning table, he gestured his hand to the opposite seat in front of him. 

"Sit." He demanded.

Blinking, stunned. This man probably saved your life (if you recall) in the parking garage nearly 5 months ago and disappeared like an ant in a hurricane. The police got no records of what happened the night you were hospitalized. The fact that you lived was all the police seemed to cared about. Finding whoever done it, went cold quickly. Now he's here in your apartment, making dinner. Macaroni and cheese. Do you know how long that takes to make?

Silence stood between you two, pointing to him with your arm still low, "How...how did you even get in here," you asked in a small voice, dodging anything he said before. 

"The front door, Jagiya."

That explains the sudden temperature change. 

You stared at him with big eyes, silence still lingering in the air. Till you squeezed your eyes and rubbed them in frustration and full befuddled. "Hey, listen..." you started again still rubbing your eyes almost as if you were still questioning if the man in front of you is real. 

"I'm... I'm not going to have dinner with you after-"

"After?"

"After you tired to kill me, then break into my apartment with the audacity to made yourself dinner with the- MY last bag of macaroni-"

His eyebrows furrowed, placing the fork into his hot cooked food. 

"Number one, last time I remember, I saved your life. Two, I did not break into your home- you live on the 30th floor and you have terrible placement for your back up key. And third.." he stopped, placing his hand on his hip. "I'm not here to hurt you... look!" He stands up straight. "I have no weapons on me..."

Your eyebrows raised and your still wide e/c wondered to his hip. His belt. His harnesses. Silence lingered in the air before Seonghwa followed your eyes. 

Two guns and a large dagger sat on the side of his hips as his shirt rises revealing a small part of his abdomen. 

He looks up to meet your wide confusion eyes. You turned your head slightly but your eyes are still on him, giving him a small side eye.

"Ok... I don't have any weapons in my hands at the moment..." your eyes scanned his hands. His long fingers having defending rings around each finger. 

"Ok... I get it but-"

"If you wanted to kill me you would've done it already...." You cut him off. 

"Yup."

You pointed to the door. 

"Because I walked through the door-"

"Exactly-"

"And you were behind me..."

"Right."

You sighed, letting your arm fall to your side. "O...kay..." was all you said as he sat down and poured the hot sauce you threw at him earlier into his food. "Do you like spicy food?"

"No."

"Huh..?"

"Yes."

"oh..?"

He stopped, putting down the bottle right when you joined him. 

You watched him. His face. HIS FACE. How can someone be so angelic, handsome, pretty but also menacing at the same time? But you kept a stable mindset. This man could kill you in a heartbeat. You can tell he killed people. Shot guns. In this day of age, with the witches, gods, and, aliens running around, he probably flown an aircraft. You sat there looking and scanning his face, his hands as he mixes his food. 'He's handsome. Definitely seduces people. Women and men-'

"So!" He snapped you out of your thoughts. 

"Do you wanna join?" He asked, taking a bite of his food. 'He doesn't even eat messy, Jeez. Is he a model or an assassin?'

"..." you continue to stare at him with big judging eyes. To be honesty, you felt like shit. Your clothes that were your size looked like they were twice your size. You needed to take your meds because you forgot earlier today but now your mind is focused on the threat in your home. You had small eye bags. But in a sense, it made your eyes look like a doll to him. 

Seonghwa seen those type of eyes. Tiredness. But they weren't just topical 'tired' eyes, they were eyes that were eyes of guilt. A runaway. They hold so much and sometimes on their breaking point. You were close to those types. 

"I know you can talk you know...?" He teased, putting down his utensil. 

"...." You opened then closed your mouth, avoiding eye contact and biting on your lip, making them go thin. You shook your thigh up and down unable to load the stress building up in your chest.

.

"..."

.

. "I just heard your voice." 

He tilted his head in hope of catching your gaze, which he did. "Your Korean is really good, how long do you study for?"

"..."

"..."

You both stared at eachother for a couple of seconds. Your eyes still slightly wide while the handsome male wore a small smug. Which you did yourself a favour and looked down to your lap. "...Nearly 6 years.."

"Ah.." he nodded. 

Silence lingered for a couple moments again. You bounced your leg up and down even more as an attempt to calm your heartbeat. Fidgeting with your rolling anxiety ring. 

Seonghwa on the other hand, couldn't enjoy his food. He could sense you're tensed, Stressed- uncomfortable. If he was gonna get a conversation going, he's going to have to gain your trust and to do that he'll have to make himself vulnerable. Sighing he stood up. 

The sound of your dinning chair flinched you to look back at him. You stared up at him with large worrisome eyes. Leaning back stiffly, shoulder up and gripping the seat. He's a threat and when you're vulnerable, you listen to the threat till you see an opening. But as time flies, you can see your opening is getting smaller and smaller- 

Three heavy thumbs caught your attention. Running your eyes back to the dinning table to see he had dropped his weapons in the middle of the table. Two large hand guns and that insanely large dagger. 

The guns were full pitch black. They look almost soft and less metallic. They looked to be specially made for him and him only because of the engraved signature on the handles. 

Now your opening was semi-wide, but you weren't taking any chances. Aliens, witches, sorcerers, mutants, you name it exists in this day & age- for all you know, this man- Seonghwa, could blast you with one of those 'pathic' powers.

"Do you trust me now?" The sudden change of tone in his voice gave you a sign that he was getting serious. It was deep and sharp, almost a slap to the face. 

You shrugged. "...you..." you pointed up for second before dropping your arm back onto your lap. "...you still got your rings..." you informed. Which, unexpectedly made him smile a bit before sitting back down. 

He must've thought to was some kind of joke cause he didn't try to take them. You mean, he's going to have to get closer to certainly use those.

"Let's talk, L/n."

After a deep conversation of mostly Seonghwa talking, you found out the people involved of your hospitalization were originally supposed to kill to fuel their enemies out of hiding or vice versa and you were wrongly linked to it. As to how? He didn't know. You only stare at him and listen to his words. Some information going into one ear and exiting out the other, you did forget to take your adhd medication. As to how you were chosen, was left to the General to explain. He knows, you know for a fact that he knows and is leaving you on a string and a dirty ass kitchen. 

"When the General visited you in the hospital a couple months ago, someone saw them exiting your room," your raised an eyebrow. "That person is a part of a group, a dangerous group, they'll do anything to get what they want and you're on their list." He said in a serious tone, the rest of his food getting cold. His gaze was cold. 

"Do they want to kill me?"

"Yeah... kinda... they believe you have information or work under our service... so you got another target on you, this one is a serious one," he spoke, leaning closer to you. So the other one wasn't?

"Are you here to kill me?" You asked more quietly. 

You watch his tongue make a bulge through the inside of his cheek. And sigh left his nose as he crossed his arm tightly around his chest. 

"If I was here to do that, I would be well on my way back home by now." He started. 

"But... I can, if you want?"

You furrowed your brows. 

"I'm sorry what?-"

"If you want."

"Kill me?"

"Yeah.."

You tilted your head up, eyes still on him.

"You're-" you started again.

A smile started to form in his lips as the silence held again. 

"You're weird..."

You heard him snort softly.

"Also, I'm here to tell you that your application expired..." he informed, turning his head to eye your tall shelf in a distance. 

You blinked. He just dismissed the fact you're targeted by a group that's enemies of his organization, and now suddenly your shelf looks more amusing. 

"No offence but... I never applied," you mumbled but he heard it. "That's..." Seonghwa pointed to you before standing up. "A fair point...but," your eyes followed his form walk into your living room to the shelves beside your small tv. One hand still in his pocket and the other reached over to your shelf full of souvenirs. 

Many photo displayed on the black painted shelves. Many of them were family and friends. Crystals and minerals from different places you've been. Family- your biological and adoptive parent(s). Friends- There was a photo of you smiling while holding a bow and posing for a photo beside- 

"Don't touch that.." You gasped, getting up from your chair and running around your couch, ripping it out of his grip and hiding it behind your back.

But he's quicker. Before you could step away from him, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away from him. "Give it," he demanded, his other hand gesturing for you to get it back to him.

"You-"

"I don't like to ask twice..."

You attempted to rip your wrist from his grip but he didn't even flinch. He was stiff. His hand continuing to gestured for the photo repeatedly. "The hell..?" You said in confusion. Something was not right. He's crazy strong. Like someone familiar. You stopped squirming and looked into his eyes, taking a step closer, your shoes nearly touching his. 

Your wide tired eyes looking into his as if you were trying to find something in them. You didn't want to believe it. There were a few people in the world with the ability. You only met two in your life, and now your wrist is in the hands of another one. You remember Sam and Bucky had some terrible with some individuals who held similar abilities. Which leaves you to question how many people does this organization recruite?

After a couple of seconds, your panicking dead down. "You're a..." you paused trying to find the right words "one of those people... a- I think a super-solider..?" For a second his eyes widen a bit before returning to its nearly half hooded look. 

"Looks like we underestimated eachother," he murmured under his breath before a small smug appeared on his lips again and releasing your wrist. Immediately you created some distance between you both and checked of on your wrist in case if you needed to take a trip to the emergency. You heard him sigh.

"I've gotta go..." Seonghwa said after checking his watch, walking past you. He held up his dress shirt before the knife and guns on the dinner table flew towards him with ease and securing itself in his harness in seconds.

"Thanks for the dinner, and..." 

"wha..." you pointed to the table, then back at him. "Huh.."

"Good talk, F/n..." 

"Wha... how do you...," you only eye him as he walked to your large window and effortlessly yanking it open. 

You could never open that window.

Seonghwa let the cold night air into the small apartment, stepping onto the windowsill, he turned to face you. "Your Uber is a nice guy, you're gonna like him." 

You blinked. "I'm sorry... Uber..?" He flashed you a smile, raising his hand and holding the photo in between his long fingers. "Trust no one from now on and... A photo and a autograph with Tony Stark... wow.." 

Looking down quickly you saw you only held the frame and the photo was no longer there. Turning it quickly to see the back clips barely hanging on.

"How did you-" looking back up to your window, your eyes only landed on the buildings in a distance and the window left opened wide. 

"Do that...?"

THREE DAYS LATER—————>

"Come on..." you squealed at Marshmallow whose tail was wagging nonstop. She barked in excitement when you pulled out the walk leash back in the apartment. 

You're walking in the park where a small festival took place. You thought about the words the male told you so you thought the best way to forget and avoid them is to place yourself in an environment where it would be hard for them to capture you. You wanted nothing but to enjoyed your home, locking yourself in your bedroom and distant yourself from the loud world but if it means to not get kidnapped and killed by another dangerous gang, so be it. 

It has been 3 days since Mr. Park made an appearance in your home. Your 'Uber' was nowhere to be seen. You didn't even say yes or no to the acceptance but you were definitely scared about the people that were after you. He brushed it off like it was nothing. Your guess is that he knows how far they are from knowing who you are. Knowing where you live or how you look like. You hope that's the case, cause now, you kinda want that 'Uber' would show up. You couldn't sleep since then- honestly- you haven't been sleeping well since the night of your accident. Living near streets where traffic is heavy, gives you flashes of what happened on that night. 

Therapy did something, yes. But it didn't help your PTSD. Cut yourself some slack, you had it since your parents were buried under pounds of rubble. After you left New York and moved to Korea, storms, rain, and thunder became less comforting and more terrifying.

Wait-

You noticed a familiar figure standing near the large body of water, watching the small boats sail by. Slowly approaching the figure you peeking beside him (with distance), wanted to see his face first.

"Are you stalking me?" You asked, walking up to the mysterious person but stood a couple meters away from him. He chuckled. 

You looked around, opening your mouth, "are all of you this weird..."

Seonghwa still faced to rivers direction. 

"Are you the one picking me up?"

You heard him sigh and rise to straighten himself up. 

"No," Seonghwa said, raising his body before turning to you while backing away slowly. "Be careful, F/n..." is all he said before turning around and walked away. "Wait-" you called but he continued to walk away from you without a second thought. 

You're nothing but a corpse as soon as they get their hands on you. Seonghwa didn't even know why he followed you from your apartment to the park. He knew that Nuclear would strike at any given moment, snatching you in seconds to spare. He couldn't let that happen. Not that he wanted it to happen, he could let it but the orders he's given would say otherwise. 

You could only watch him disappear behind the passing people like a phantom. Mysterious that one. You kinda find him weird though, hella handsome. First name bases? And he calls you jagiya. What's up with that? You not too sure if he means in a 'baby' way or a calling/gesture. Your thoughts ran as you walked the opposite way and mumbled words under your breath as if you were trying to solve a puzzle. It felt like you were. Attempting to put everything together. 

So they fucked up and linked to you instead some how or someone was targeting you in the agency and now that the general visited you in the hospital, someone saw her and now you have another target on you because they think you're apart of the same organization. So now they're trying to get their hands on you. So its a tug of war or first-comes first serve. Also you're a tool to hopefully aid them except one of them wants to protect you and the other wants to kill you. 

That's kinda bullshit. 

You stopped by a bush to let Marshmallow pee as you pointed to the air like you were piecing back together a puzzle. To other people, you looked drunk. 

Maybe if you turn yourself in, no one would have to get hurt. You didn't even get the choice to pick to go or not. You're so lost in your thoughts that you didn't immediately notice a stinging pain shoot through your neck. It took you a couple of seconds to process what had happened. You choked and reached up to feel a dart drilled into your bare neck. 

Quickly turning around to scan your surroundings, your eyes fell on a female in a distance with a tranquilizer. You watched her approach you just as you pulled out the dart from your warm neck. 

"We have a lot of questions for you..." a woman spoke, before placing her hand on your shoulder. You breathed heavily, trying to keep yourself up on your feet and whimpered as a response. Your body felt numb. Gripping your chest tightly feeling your lungs give, you fell on your rear and coughed aggressively. 

She smiled before pressing on her earpiece. "I have her-" her head flinched back, your eyes widen at the hole in the middle of her forehead. Blood squirted from the crimson hole and ran down her pale skin before her body went limp and fell backwards, her body landing in a dramatic thud and got trampled by the scared running people. 

You had your fair share of blood and gore, but the site of this made you want to scream. And you did. Your screams blending into the crowds panicking and Marshmallow barking started to become muffled.

"HE HAS A GUN!" Someone yelled right when the sudden crowd of people yelled and screamed away from the bright colours of the festival. Parents grabbing their children, people ran to their cars. 

There were a lot of people out today, it created a great distraction. No one would see you get kidnapped. 'They'll do anything to get what they want' you remembered Seonghwa's words the night you talked.

You panicked. Past you would've ran or seen the woman earlier but you froze and now staring with wide eyes at the dead lady who was just talking to you. If had your bow- the thing is, you don't. You don't have anything. You dropped everything nearly a year ago. Guns were nothing to you now you're scared of them more than ever. You're were a fighter and now you're nothing but a scared civilian.

The panic. The chaos. The screaming. It reminded you of the past you paid hundreds of dollars for therapy to forget about it, and even that wasn't enough. 

You body felt hot. Your arms anchoring your body upright began to give. You had no idea what was in the dart, probably something to knock you out as your eyes uncontrollably began to roll up before closing. 

Except your body didn't hit the ground. No, a warm arm slithered around your waist and tossing your arm around their shoulders. Rising to your feet, you found the mysterious person holding you was a tall male. Your ears were ringing so his words were nothing but a distant murmur. Running through the crowd and onto the road the male stopped behind a black Jaguar vehicle. He unhooked you arms, unlocking the vehicle. 

This how you-

"Can you hear me-" his voice suddenly reaching you as he grabs your face, his large hand caressing your heated cheeks. You muttered jiberesh before letting out a small chuckle. 

You suddenly felt... great? The rush of adrenaline leaving your body. Your head fuzzy. You felt drunk. Like you could run and jump into the park's fountain just to act silly. 

"Oh mom, you're so silly.." you snorted.

The male didn't say anything else before shoving you into the passenger side. Grabbing Marshmallow and threw her in the backseat of the car. Running to the other side and got into the drivers side. 

Your breath was heavy and immediately searched for your fanny pack to take out your inhaler. You squirmed uncomfortably in your set and muttered more jiberesh. "Who the hell are you... bring me back home..." you said. The world was spinning and your words were nothing but slurred. "I used to live in New York~"

"My!"

"My~" you repeated.

"Name!"

"Name~"

"Is!"

"Is~"

"Yunho!!"

"...."

"Yun~hoe~" you chuckled, throwing your head back and kicked your legs. Yunho reached over you and put on your seatbelt. "What a... gentle..man.." you commented before Yunho put the car on and put it on drive. "Hold on..." "you don't gonna worry about m- WAHH.." he stomped on the gas pedal, your back hitting your back seat aggressively. "Oww.." you mumbled. 

Then you heard it. Shots. Looking into the rear view mirror you found that there were three other vehicles driving just as fast as Yunho. The three other vehicles were large thick black SUV's following closely behind yours. The shots sounded like heavy rain but were muffled due to the car and glass being bulletproof. 

"That's not normal- Red light!" You yelled like a child, you have no control of what you're saying or thinking. He drove straight past it, other car from the other lanes stopping in the nick of time. 

"Oh my- Mr. Troubleeee~" 

"Are you drunk? Were you- oh- were you drugged...?" 

"I told you mom, I don't do drugs, I am drugs-" 

A bullet suddenly blew the wing mirror right off the black vehicle. Yunho was thankful Yeosang recommended him to take the bullet proof car instead of his own. He'll have to thank him. 

"Have you been in a car chase before?"  "It's my middle name~" you slurred. 

Yunho swerved the car and took a sharp right cutting one car off as it attempted to take the sudden turn but crashed and flipped onto the other road. Yunch looked out your side wing mirror to check. "One down, two to go.." his muttered. 

You turned your head after looking into the mirror to double check the flaming vehicle. "Do you just..." you trailed off. "That's illegal..." you paused. "You are my Uber riGht?" Your voice cracked as you asked him the question. "What do you think?" Yunho respond, swerving around other cars on the road to get past.

Your head was not with you. It left empty and hot, like it was on fire. "I think my head's gone!!" You yelled. You never drinked, smoked or used, so this feeling is completely new. "oh Marshmallow- MARSHMALLOW?! Oh no no no!" You waved your hands in the air as if the animal on your lap was nothing but a disease. Yunho spared you a glance. "What's wrong!?" "I kidnapped a doggg!" You whine as Marshmallow found her way to the front of the car. Her tail wagging aggressively. "She's not yours?!" He argued. "I'm a dog sitter!"

Yunho cursed. Not at your kidnapping of the dog but at the traffic the GPS is locating. "Theres been an accident on highway 37, it would add... 20 minutes to your travel." The GPS spoke.

"We'll have to take a detour..." he muttered to him before sharply turning the vehicle into a nearly empty park. The dirt flying everywhere and grass painting the fast moving wheels in a muddy colour. 

People panicked and dove out the way from the incoming vehicles. Yunho looked into his mirrors to see the two cars still hot on his tail, he pressed on the gas after driving around while beeping for the people's attention to move out the way and found an exit. The problem? There were automatic bollards that started to rise. Quickly, he pressed on the gas further just in time for the bollards to partly rise as the vehicles behind them crashed straight into them. 

"Oh hell yeah!" Yunho yelled in excitement. But it was short lived due to your sudden whining. "Celebrating dude? That's like... breaking the law..." "The law? Honey we are the law!" He yelled back in the same manner and smiled. 

"You know! I think me and you are gonna be best friends!" 

"I—I...I don't know about that one!" You griped the handle above you and the seat with the other before raising your legs up to support yourself as if he was gonna press on the breaks despite him going over 100/hr. 

Your stomach felt like something was moving in it. Clinching it you yelled "I think I'm gonna hurl!" Yunho eyebrows furrowed. "Not here! Oh god not-" suddenly the glass of the back window burst, making the glass fly everywhere. Yunho quickly glanced to the mirrors with wide eyes to see a motorcyclist. They wore full biker gear and their motorcycle pitch black. A male figure sat on the seat with a large black hand gun in his hand, it glowed a bright red colour- Yunho took that into note. 

"You know kids should stop throwing rocks..." you snapped Yunho back to reality with your comment. "Rocks? No rock can burst through a bullet proof glass!" Yunho turned the car to dodge another bullet from the unknown gun. 

"Or a normal bullet..." he murmured.

You both ducked to dodge the flying bullets making the car swerve uncontrollably. "If Wooyoung haven't taken out the only bullet proof car for a week, I would've gotten here sooner!" 

"Who's Wooyoung?"  Now driving on the speeded high way, Yunho took the exit to the airport. "Wait- airport? I thought you guys were Korean-based organizationnnn!?" "We are just-" he turn onto a dirt path off the main road, the long sharp branches hitting and scratching the black colour off of the vehicle. "There's no way to get there on wheels!" "GET WHERE!?" "TO OUR BASE L/N!" "Ahh!" You sudden yelled as Yunho drove straight through the a fence, dragging the metal fence under the cars wheels. 

"Pass me that box!" He requested. You clumsily pulled on the small yet heavy metal box he pointed to before handing him it. You watched his large veiny hand over power the small box as it suddenly transforms into a what looks like a sci-fi gun. It was similar to what the cyclist used to blast the back window. In a swift motion, Yunho grabbed and turned the wheel till it stopped and hit the break before rolling down the window as the wheels bounced and sparks igniting under the now ruined luxury car. 

Aiming to glowing weapon to the incoming cyclist. It happened slowly, you were on the verge of losing consciousness as Yunho fired his gun and in one shot, blew the cyclist and his motorcycle in bits.

Despite feeling like you were falling off a high cliff, you wore a terrifying expression while the male beside you smiled ear to ear. You held Marshmallow tightly as if she was gonna jump out the window. Yunho turned and laughed at your expression. You breathed heavily at the burning motorcycle and side eyed his now large gun-like weapon under his large veiny hand. 

"Why... Why are you laughing?" You suddenly ask at him. Your thoughts and questions couldn't stay in, you sweated buckets and your chest tightened every chance given. "Wha?" He wore a fake pouting face and leaned over to you, which made you leaned back away from him, holding Marshmallow closer to you which made her head cover your bottom half of your face. 

He stops and smiles, his fluffy black hair covering his eyebrows made his eyes look bigger as he stares deeply into yours. If you were in the right head right now, you would've hopped out already. 

'Handsome but an assassin and is extremely dangerous' is what you told yourself meeting Seonghwa back in your apartment. "Now looking at it, to think she wants you," flinching back a bit as he playfully pointed his gun towards you. 

You could feel the the hot muzzle approaching closer to your face. 

"You looked so strong in that parking lot..." you slightly dropped Marshmallow just for him to see your full face before he smiled, letting a snort escape his throat. 

"Definitely becoming best friends."

Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San, and Ji-woo stood on the loading dock of the large plane, waiting for the black Jaguar to turn the corner. "His radio is silent..." Seonghwa informed quietly, having to take his motorcycle to get to the plane before you just as the chaos started. 

"His coming." Jiwoo encouraged. 

"Or he could've failed and dead for no reason-" 

"Watch your words." San warned, cutting Wooyoung off. 

"What? he could've-"

"Coming in hot!" Jiwoo yelled as she watched Yunho aggressively turn the corner revealing the black banged up Jaguar. The dirt flying everywhere creating smoking. Yunho slowed down before gently pressing on the gas to enter the large air craft. You looked scared cause you are. But short lived upon seeing Seonghwa slowly approaching the vehicle just as Yunho stepped out. 

"See he made it!" Jiwoo started, punching Wooyoung in the shoulder. "Totally..." Wooyoung rolled his eyes. San ran to the front to inform the pilot they're ready to take off. Their conversation was muffled as you curled yourself into a ball around Marshmallow who seemed to enjoy your embrace.

You felt like crying. You're surrounded by dangerous strangers and on the verge of slipping into coma, yes you know Seonghwa but just enough for you to know he probably has little control of what's to happen next. 

"She was drugged.." 

"Shit." You watched a female walk up your side of the vehicle before opening the door wide. You scooted away from the door as far as possible just as Jiwoo handed you her hand gently. Eyeing it closely and thinking whether you should take it or not. 

"Its okay-" 

"Are you babying her?"

Yelled Wooyoung as he hopped onto the hood of the car before aggressively ripping the headliner off the damaged Jaguar. "Hello~" he greeted in a flirty tone. "Wooyoung..." a voice warned. Wooyoung rolled his eyes before throwing to large piece from the car onto the ground just as the plane began to shake and lift off the ground. 

The voice came from Seonghwa. "Ya Wooyoung!" Jiwoo warned as well. "What? I just wanted to see her," he informed still looking down at you. "She's shaking-" 

"She was drugged, dumbass," Jiwoo said before gently stepping into the car and grabbed the moving dog off your lap. "Wait.." you mumbled, gently stretching out your arms but Jiwoo already pulled away. "I'm not gonna hurt him..." she informed you before walking away. You could only watch her walk away with her as she was the only thing keeping you sane in this situation. 

"Her, it's a her..." you mumbled but it was more to yourself. You looked up at the strong male who couldn't stop and still is looking at you. 

Wait...

"You're... familiar..." you mumbled, getting up and standing up on the glass filled chair. Your legs shook at the drug still in your system, trying to keep yourself stable and straight; standing at the same level as him. "Wooyoung..." you repeated tauntingly, squinting your eyes as an attempt to recall memories. 

"My car..." you pointed to his nose before stepping up onto the part of the car he was on. He almost wanted you to touch it, giving him a reason to push you off. 

"Wooyoung..." Seonghwa warned again. 

"We need to get her on a bed, no?" Yunho panicked. 

You stumbled back and forth, your chest nearly touching his. 

"You-" you clumsily slipped off the car but somehow was able to land on your feet. Wooyoung gave no effort to catch you. Jiwoo swear under her breath, having already pulling away Marshmallow in a cage and ran back. 

Her hand was out in front of her, inches away from you as if she was getting ready for you to fall. But you didn't. You wobbled on your feet and walked away for the male standing on the damage car, as if you completely forgotten he was there. 

"Ya!"

"Hold her!"

"What's going on!" San yelled coming back from informing the pilot. San looked at you and immediately his memory flashed in his eyes. How he got beaten by a simple civilian. How he trained for years and got his ass kicked by a simple civilian. How he wanted nothing more but to kill that simple civilian. Now you're standing, wobbling in front of him. 

He eyed you before turning to Yunho. "She good?"

"Drugged." Yunho informed which made San nod. "And you..." you pointed to him the same way you did to Wooyoung. "I remember you..." you stomped closer to him, your pointed finger closing in to his nose. "You're..." San watched your arm suddenly drop and your eyes close but was able to keep your balance and the fact that the plane is now in the air, wasn't helping either.

There was silence. All of them watching you, watching what you're gonna do next. Only you didn't do anything. You just stood there on the ball of your feet and roll your head as if you were trying to keep yourself awake. 

"This is not working..." Jiwoo said through the silence. "Agree! Let's throw her over."

"We can't do that." This time Seonghwa's warning was cold and even more serious. "What...?" He said, casually stepping down from the car towards the black hair male. 

"You're gonna save your girlfriend?" Seonghwa stared at him, his jaw slightly clinching.

"Orders are orders... she's here, so don't fuck it up because she was able to beat your ass."

Yunho snorted and spared Wooyoung a glance then back to Seonghwa. But are the realization set in, the tall male's jaw dropped for a second while making eye contact with Jiwoo before closing it immediately. 

Yunho mouthed something to Jiwoo and she immediately shrugged.

"Stay awake..." you whispered. You're trying, really. Felling unconscious here would be a bad idea. You completely unconscious and in the arms of a stranger who probably wants to kill you. You could feel it. You're sure the only thing stopping them from shooting you right now is the fact they're following orders. 

You rolled your head a couple more times before finally stopping and opened your eyes. Your e/c eyes meet a dark brown pair standing a couple meters away from you. Seonghwa pricing eyes glared past Wooyoung.

Your lips twitched. Now finally realizing that the people in front of you tried to kill you mouths ago. They're standing right in front of you, fighting the urge to strangle you right now, your saviour and them working together and is now — in a sense, kidnapping you. 

"...Man.."

Where did you go wrong? You should've stayed in New York with the hero spider boy of Queens to save your ass knowing if this is how your life would've ended up. 

"...That's some bullshit...." You spoke in English before the balance in your feet gave in.

NOTES

❌ Seonghwa opened the window because he started cooking, that's why the apartment was cold when you arrived ❌ • Yunho wants to become besties ❌ • Wooyoung wants you to throw you out the window. Boy doesn't really like you ❌ • San got mixed feelings ❌ • Jiwoo is happy to have another female near her ❌ • Seonghwa is ordered to take care of F/n till he's told not too. B̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶e̶l̶s̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶e̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶o̶r̶d̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶.̶

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CHAPTER WARNGING(S): Blood, hospitalization, past death, flashback, angst, swearing, may have grammar errors [CHAPTER REWRITTEN FOR CORRECTION, 10/25/2024]

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The action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism. Death.

I had one too many experiences meeting it. Looking it in the eye. Letting it take the ones I hold dearest. But I learned to accept it.

The way they died was hard but death was gentle when it looked into their eyes and took them into its embrace.

I too wish to walk one day beside them- to be embraced by it and see the ones I used to hold dearest.

FLASHBACK

2011 - battle of New York City

(First Avengers movie)

"Eat or you'll starve..." F/n's mother said to her eleven year old daughter who sat beside her. She grabbed her spoon, bring it up to her l/c lips to take another bite. The radio played as the two ate and enjoyed their lunch together. F/n mother cooked but couldn't wait for her husband to return from work. So they ate without him. Wouldn't be the first time anyways.

"When is dad coming home?" Young F/n asked her mother as she was shooing away the families dog before she ate something she wasn't supposed too.

"Get down, Sam!" She yelled.

F/n laughed at her mother.

"Eat you fool..!" She jokingly threatening f/n with a piece of meat impaled on her fork. "Give it to Sam-" "no!"

The L/n family lived in the middle of New York City. Where you can find everything. Pigeons, crack heads, everything. For years they wanted to move. But due to F/n father's work, they didn't have a choice to pick where to live.

The lights suddenly flickered and the two females looked at each other, faces full with confusion. Then the ground shook. Paintings that were hanging on the wall fell as cracks began to replace them.

"...We've never get earthquakes..." M/N mumbled looking up and around the small apartment. She gets up from her seat, her eyes landed back on small F/n, nervously biting her lips as she scrambles to her daughter.

"I'm gonna call your father-" the apartment shook again only this time it was much worse. M/n nearly stumbled as she yelled for F/n to get up and come to her. The large 35 floor building began to shake violently. Pictures began to fall, pipes in the kitchen bursted, the chandelier above fell in-between them, catching on fire almost immediately — giving the two no way to get to each other.

"Mom!" young F/n yelled through the fire.

"NEW YORK CITY IS UNDER ATTACK BY AN UNKNOWN TERRORIST! TAKE COVER IMMEDIAT-" the radio's cut off with the rest of the apartment's power. The walls cracked and tumbled to the floor's below with the rest of the apartment began to quickly came apart.

"Mom!" F/N screamed, scared while hugging Sam tightly; which who was barking nonstop.

Suddenly a male voice cut through the rubble calling both names of the people in the broken apartment.

"Dad!"

"F/n! where are you!?" F/n heard her mother yell through the fallen debris. The room now filled with broken rubble, large holes in the wall as things began to burst through them. Things? Aliens? She could hear gunshots, people screaming. Her ears were ringing non-stop.

"F/N!" F/n father yelled, jumping on his daughter, covering her. Immediately h/n girl made herself as small as possible. Ash of the concrete fell on him as wood hit his back making him groan in total agony.

"F/n..." she heard her father whisper, a silent growl escaping his throat. A stinging pain shot through her leg. Quickly looking down to see a mental rod that grazed her calf. But there was a crimson coat that painted its sliver colour completely. She looked up, eyes landing on her father's chest where a metal rod impaled straight through his back and out through his chest.

It was almost dark but there was a light ahead.

"Listen to me.." he started, he voice strangled. "Oh god.."

"N..No..." her young voice shaking. Cuts on her body. Ash on her clothing. The small girl's shaking hands grabs the rod penetrating her father, before wiggling around in hopes of setting him free.

He was pinned and she can't do anything about it.

A weak fragile body such as herself is no match for the pounds of rubble. 

"Climb through the hole-"

"No- I don't want to leave you!"

"You need to climb- get out of here..."

The building shook.

"I can't-"

"Yes, you can!" He yelled at the debris piercing his back. A sob left F/n throat as she watches her father cry in pain. The apartment shook like there was an explosion underneath them. The building - standing in the middle of New York City stood tall on its own, now F/n was sure it was tipping, slowly colliding with the buildings next to it.

"W-Where's.. mom..!?" She asked, holding his shirt, while tears streamed down her face. "Where's mommy?!?" She whined even more snot, blood, and tears running down her face.

"She's..." he gasps "ok..."

"...Really...?"

"Yes...*groan*" he smiles through the pain. "And when this is over... we're gonna laugh, right..? I'll bring you to my company, Shield..." He stated, feeling his legs go numb. Her lips quivered, her vision getting blurring because of her tears. "...like the cartoons..?" she asked.

"Yes! just like the... cartoons..." he raises his shaking hand to caress young F/n's cheek. Rubbing his thumb over a tear that fell from her eyes.

"Climb, F/N-" he whispered, pointing to the small exit. His bottom legs were gone, he couldn't feel them, the pounds of rubble began to weight more as he slowly started to lose strength and control of his body. His brain losing its connection to every nerve and circulation in his body.

"Go..." he could taste iron on his tongue.

"I can't!"

"Go! F/n!" he began to cry. From the pain, From the thoughts of what happened to the love of his life. From the thoughts of what is going to happen to the young person he swore to protect. He knew he wasn't going to make it, he only knew one thing, it was to get his little girl out of here.

"Go!" He repeated, arms shaking, the debris became more heavy. For the first time F/n's father cried. Blood and tears painted his face with a terribly pained expression on his face.

Still in tears, F/n barely climbed out of the collapsing apartment, she stumbles and coughed right before looking back to her father who had give in to the weight on his body. Dust covered her vision rendering her unable to view her father. Was he gone? she didn't want to think that was

They're alive, they're ok, they wouldn't leave me...

Upon reaching the surface she was met with nothing but chaos. Buildings were on fire and trampled. Strange beings flew by as a portal in the centre city opened in the sky.

She knew magic existed, but she didn't know it would go as far as this. A portal, to where?

She looked around in hopes of seeing someone or something that could help her or her family, but there was nothing.

"Mom!!" She yelled into the chaos.

"Dad!" She yelled again, still with snot and tears smeared on her face.

She continue to yell, but the crumpled building under her became unnoticed as it begin to crack and collapse. The apartment had been cut in half. The upper half crashed into other building as the other half began to collapse, following its steps.

And just a few seconds the whole building collapsed taking her, her family with bunch of other innocent lives down with it.

"Shit! Help me!"

"She bleeding a lot!"

"You're a hero! Help her!"

The dirty blonde hero kneeled down in front of the kid. He took something out of his pocket and wrapped it around the girl's head. F/n can barely open her eyes as blood covered her vision. Her small hand reached out to gently placed it on the man's wrist.

"I have to-" she stopped her words apon turning her head and seeing the building she grew up in sat in both ash and rubble.

She could hardly believe it, theres no way she survived, there's no way they survived.

"M-my-" she stuttered and reached her hand out in hopes of getting up to look for them. But she couldn't.

She couldn't feel anything. It was a miracle she's able to move her arms. "Kid-" she turned her head in a panic only to see a middle age male crouching down and holding her. "Stay with me..." he spoke out of breath. He wore a full armour suite with a bow peeking out from his shoulder.

F/n's body was lifted in from the rubble as the male held her tightly as if she were his own. He walking was calm, a slow pace. There wasn't any flying beings anymore and the portal in the sky was gone.

It was over, but at what cost?

"F/n!!" A voice echoed.

"F/n!"

"F/n."

"Miss..L/n..."

"You up?" ———-> PRESENT

KOREA, SEOUL

"There you go... thank you Lieutenant..." a woman sat in front of you. She had short black hair with a cap and black shades on. Wore a turtleneck with a suit. A businesswoman fit you could say.

"Morning Miss L/N."

You stared at her with tired eyes, barely open. Your head spinning and your throat felt like someone punched it. You heard beeping. We're you in the hospital? The colours around you were white, but a shade of gray as the mysterious people closed the curtains letting no light into the room. Or a way to talk in total private, letting no one see them talking to you.

You scanned the room before landing on a tall male standing by your bedside. 'Lieutenant' is what she called him. Why is the military interrogating you? You're sure whatever they injected into you was inmost definitely illegal.

"We're not gonna keep you since the drug won't keep you up for long... that or it could kill you.."

Your memory was hazy. You remember going to work, running from someone and the rest is a blur. 

But clearly it was bad judging how you're in this hospital bed to begin with.

A whimper left your throat as it was too painful to move. It felt like a grown man was sitting on your chest. A force pinning your wrist and ankles to the bed like you were paralyzed or insane.

A tube was stuffed up your nose, probably for nutritions while an uncomfortable tape held it in place on your nose bridge. Your oxygen mask resting on your shoulder. You looked and felt terrible, attempting to turn your head further but the neck brace stopped any movement. But it wasn't the first time you found yourself in this position.

"We're not here to kill you..." she saids raising her hands above her shoulders, almost a gesture to insure your safety. A way to show she didn't have firearms or anything dangerous under her finger tips. But you're sure she carried at least something similar.

"Quite the opposite actually..." She smiles, slowly putting her hands back down on her lap.

"Call me General Seo Hyung. Known as General Kim and this is..." she gestured with her hand towards the tall male. "Lieutenant Song."

Your eyes wondered to the male again. He had a nice sharp nose with pumped lips. Kinda questioning as to why he chose his field he's currently in. He wore the same thing, identical to the woman but the jacket was longer, buttoned up to cover his chest and shades with a cap were also presented. He stood there with a needle in hand, injecting some unknown fluid into your IV.

You could only watch his actions.

"Don't give her too much, she'll have a seizure.."

He stops moments after, extracting the syringe.

"Now..." she turns back to you.

"Let's talk.." she said in fluent English.

"Someone... personally... was tracking you.. i'm not gonna go into detail. Just know that we didn't want you dead in fact, we don't even know you... but one of the searchers in our office did..." she switched back to Korean.

You could hardly focus on her words. Your world was blurry and spinning. All you could do is try and listen while staring at her.

"...Dead...?" Your voice scratchy.

"You've done something in the past, which I'm still doing research on," she paused. "Your a runner ain't ya?" She teased, "finding information about where you came from and what you did is a tough one..." she squinted her eyes before continuing. "Anyway, what happened to you is a personal level, not beneficial to our service. So words won't help you forgive us for what we did..." she apologized.

She apologizing... apologizing...?

'Why is she apologizing? She's the head of a secret underground military organization (you're sure she is). You'll think she would be a cold hearted person. Going as far at to visiting you in the hospital somewhere in Korea. Waking you up with a substance thats probably fully illegal. How did they even get in here...? What does she really want...?' You thought, eyes slowly closing.

Wait.

Where were you even?

Seoul? Crap.. now that's gonna be a big bill-

*snap*

Your eyes opened wide in a flinch to the tall male's large hand in front of you. He snapped his fingers.

"Focus." He spoke in Korean. His deep voice almost sounded like a growl.

General Seo Hyung pulled out a small card and a small bouquet of flowers, placing it past your field of vision. She smiled. "No... I think we're done here.." she said standing up from her stool. "Give her the dose.." the male took out another syringe from a briefcase beside him and wasted no time injecting it into your IV.

You were unable to move but your heart monitor was enough to show that you were in distress. Your chest raised up and down at a fast pace. Your vision blurred as you attempted pulled on the cords near your before Lieutenant Song completely injected the unknown dose into your IV drip.

Your movements slowed and your monitor's beeping reduced. Your eyelids got even more heavy. Whatever they injected you with was working and working fast. Mingi reached over to you and placed back on your oxygen mask over your NGT. You both made eye contact through his black shades. You couldn't figure out what was behind them. What emotion.

"The dose will knock you out for some time, maybe erase some memories but also give you... more an...tibi..otics...." her words getting more fuzzy and distorted as you stared at the two tall figures in front of you.

"Hope to see you soon, Miss L/N." The General said, eyes rolling up, falling unconscious immediately before the duo left you to rest in your dark hospital room.

The two missing the single tear falling down the side of your face as you laid on the soft cushions peacefully.

Seo Hyung and Mingi marched out of F/N's room, their steps were quick as their coats flew behind them, brushing against their thighs. "So you told her about why she was targeted then inject her with a dose that could possibly erase her memory of us telling her...? It's not making since..."

"Is that a problem, Song?"

"No ma'am. My real question is why you dragged me all the way out here to see her.."

"Song."

"Yes ma'am?"

She stopped, taking a step towards the tall male. Turning her head to look around the hall incase someone was listening before leaning in close.

"She more than what she seems..."

"How so?" Mingi asked, certainly not intrigued.

"I've did some digged into her past and..." she stopped her words upon looking over Mingi's shoulder. Another male stood there in all black. Dressed in a black long fancy coat and long dress pants, similar to their own. She squinted her eyes. He was on the phone talking to someone. When he noticed her watching him, he quickly turned around facing his back to them and walked away.

"Shit," she cured under her breath, taking small steps back before continuing marching to the exit of the hospital.

"What?" Mingi asked. Joining beside her, turning his head as an attempt to capture what his superior seen.

"Call King... We've been spotted..." she requested, both figures now running out the building. "Was it Nuclear? Shit! I knew this was a bad idea."

Once the pair reached the copper, General was quick to answer the lieutenant's questions. As to why she dragged him all the way out to the city. Mingi, for one, was not a fan of what the General is thinking. He's smart. And he knows what she's planning, he doesn't need her to explain any further.

He squinted his eyes to his superior as she answered him in the most professional manner as she could. After hearing everything, Mr. Song is still against anything she has planned for Miss L/n.

He didn't need another miss fit.

Upon arriving to their base, Seo Hyung was quick to pull Mingi to her office. "Yes ma'am?" "Look!" She said turning her laptop to face the tall intrigued male. "Look!" She pointed to the screen. Mingi leaned over and squinted his eyes at the terribly bad quality photo. Scanning it, it read the year. 8 years ago.

The general got up excitingly before walking around her desk to get closer to him. "Who's that?" She tested him. "Miss L/N..." he murmured, showing no interest. "And who is she walking beside?" He pauses before answering. "Natasha Romanoff..." he retreated back to his previous position, standing up straight.

"Black widow..."

"Exactly!" She claimed before clicking on the keyboard once again.

"Who's that?"

"Miss L/n..." she clicked to another photo again.

"And that?"

"Miss... L/n... so what?" Seo Hyung clicked to another photo. "She's at every after aftermath of the Avengers mess." Mingi turned to her and looked into her eyes. "So...?" She click to the last photo. It was the day everyone came back after 5 long torturing years. It was the aftermath of the Averagers building right off of New York. Her finger over the screen. "We don't know that! she could be...Ab-ha-" Mingi cut himself off, unable to find the words.

"She a former avenger." Mingi unwillingly nodded slowly and sarcastically, squinting his eyes to his superior and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, making a bulge on the side of his mouth.

"Uh-huh.." he started, crossing his arms over his chest looking intensely. "And you want her-"

"I want her."

TIME SKIP —-> months later

You smiled at the grumpy nurse who gave you a not-less-smile. You've been in the hospital for over 3 month now. Your recovery- to most- was a miracle. Doctors were over joyed at your recovery, and nurses were more then happy to help you move with therapy. You wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for the amazing doctors and nurses by your side.

Amazing what they can do.

"Leaving finally?" She asked, grabbing papers. Her voice filled with annoyance but you found it was a mask to hide her excitement.

"Yup! discharged finally," you said before handing her a gift bag. "For you, for helping me."

She smiled. A genuine one. "When you enter this field, helping someone is a must not a choice. I helped you because it's my job..." she took the gift bag and hid it behind the serving desk.

"Thank you. Whatever it is, I love it." She chuckled before handing you papers.

The bill probably.

"A young man already paid for it." Your nurse said before walking away from you to her new patient.

"A young man...?" You muttered. Paid? Someone paid for it? Sure as hell wasn't you. So who? Quickly you opened the bill, scanning the page for a name. Anonymous it read. How the hell did someone pay over ₩40,000,000 for let alone someone like you?

Your memory was fuzzy. Apon months of physical and mental therapy, your memory flashed every now and then. You can hardly remember the two figures in your room after your surgery. And as to how you were hospitalized remains a mystery. Who would do something so brutal? Maybe someone knows who you are and is now targeting you or it's just karma coming to say hello.

The nurses informed you that friends came over to visit but you were quick to say you had no one to call 'friends' in Korea. Which led you to believe that they were involved with your hospitalizations.

So why the flowers? Why the blank card? The flowers you got because it's a sign of support in recovery. But you have no one close enough to give you anything, let alone flowers. But what leaves you confused was the card. The blank card.

And to make matters worse, you got fired. The owner said to keep a reputation for the store, they had to fire you. Which was stupid, your hospitalizations didn't make headlines as accidents like yours were rare in Korea. Either it was masked by someone and told reporters to report something else or no one knew at all. So who or what made your boss fire you? It was hard enough to find a job and now your left with nothing. If all means, you were kinda happy the anonymous person paid for the bill or you would have to pull a line of credit to pay it off.

But you still had to pay for the coach bus ride back home. Your accident was so bad that they had to bring you to a whole different city for surgery. 2 hours away. Going under over 10 hours of surgery all together. The magic doctors have.

It was only a couple weeks later- after being discharged, was when you found a new job. A flexible one. One that you can enjoy. One many wished to have.

Dog sitting.

"She's happy to see me again, isn't she?" You laughed, asking the owner of the Chihuahua, holding the small dog in your arms who was wagging her tail aggressively and attempted to lick your face. Black and white breed with large eyes and her tongue that hanged from her mouth. "Yeah whateves, you can have her if you want, she's a pain in the ass anyway..."

She said, standing in her house taking a puff of her cigarette while you stood outside of it.

Your smile dropped.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Tomorrow at 8pm!" She yelled before slamming the door on your face. "Ok!" You yelled through the door, looking down to the small dog, you scratched her head- which she seemed to enjoy. "I can have you huh?" You really wanted to. By looks, she wasn't clearly groomed properly or often.

"If I had money... I'll do it if it means you're happy..." you mumbled, kissing her head.

Marshmallow, a Chihuahua- you think- you don't know the type of breed. Who cares. It's a dog. They can love you as much as you love him or she. You dog sit for a lot of other dogs, but Marshmallow is your favourite. She doesn't listens, eats a lot, sleeps, and looks and acts goofy. Just like yourself.

You found yourself in front of your car. Your car that sat in the parking garage since your incident. They cleaned everything. Not even letting the evidence team through and clean the crime scene immediately after you out of there. So to begin with, your case was nothing but ignored or erased. You definitely knew that you fought the culprit through, and definitely going to confront them about your car bill having to remove your insurance days prior.

Finally reaching your apartment door, your hands full with dog food and Marshmallow's bed as the owner wanted the dog gone for at least 24 hours. Kinda makes you question as to why Marshmallow's owner even own her.

She barks at your feet before you successfully opening the door, her tiny feet tapping the cold tiles before going silent due to the apartment's carpet. Immediately running to the couch to lay down.

Across from her was the flowers the two 'friends' dropped a couples days after your surgery. Nearly dead actually. The blank card tho, you figured it out. It's blank to the naked eye but visible under blue UV light. Smart cookies. On the card was a phone number. That's it. You've never called it or reported to the police. They didn't help in the first place, so you were left on your own.

You just finished taking off your shoes, throwing them into the closet. "Marshmallow get off of the couch!" She didn't listen at first, but you smiled when she jumped off of the cushions to join you passing the couch. She jumped up, upper paws gripping your leg as she barks frantically.

"What...?" You mumbled placing down the supplies on the table beside you. Looking at the table you noticed the new large hot sauce bottle you recently purchased. "Hungry?" Your thumb caressing the bottle, remembering it was your adopted father's favourite, shocked to see they sold it here in Korea.

"Let me get you some food..." you muttered happily, happy to be back in you cozy apartment. But you couldn't help but feel the apartment temperature had dropped.

You never leave the window open...

Your eyes wondered to your apartment window and Marshmallow barked before you turned around quickly, chucking the bottle at the presence behind you.

To surprised, the unknown stranger caught the bottle smoothly. Without a care in the world with their arm covering their face. The hot sauce bottle in a tight grip as their steel rings colliding with the hard plastic. They wore full black. A large black dress shirt with a silver chain and fancy baggy black cargo pants. With their hair full pitch black with parted slick bangs. They slightly dropped their arm.

They smiled. Or... he smiled.

"Hi~" he greeted in a happy-silly tone with a smile.

Your memory was still a blur for the past months but when you saw his face, you remembered it immediately. No, you didn't need drugs or surgery to remember his face.

Mr. Park motherfucking Seonghwa.

Notes

❌ • F/n has more eyes on her now

❌ • General likes F/n

❌ • The only thing on f/n's mind is how is she going to pay for the medical bill till she found out it was paid already

❌ • F/n lost her parents + dog during the first Avenger fight back in 2011

❌ • Seonghwa likes f/n's apartment

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The man from the elevator.

"Can't do shit, Woo." He started.

San swung his body back before his fist made contact with your cheek, making you stumble backwards with holding your jaw in pain. The stinging pain made you forget the other male

Behind you that instantly recoverd and suddenly hook his arms under your armpits, pressing his body firmly against yours. His body wasn't comfortable, you could feel his gear through your clothes, against your back wounds. Kinda wonder why they need so much gear for a simple mission.

"Squirm all you want you bitch-" Wooyoung growled in your ear, his body pressed firmly against yours. You still struggled.

"Let go of me-" Thrashing in his arms as San pulled drew out his gun, pulling and rocking the slide before pointing it to your leg. "He said stop moving," Firing it as the bullet after his commands fell deaf to your ears, landed beside your foot. "That's a warning shot.." the shot echoed through the garage. The sound bounced on the walls and ringed in your ear repeatedly. You hated loud sounds. Banging, shots- they all reminded you of the past you're currently running from.

You stopped squirming, breath still heavy. Having your body being held up by the mysterious male behind you gave you a somewhat rest and a chance to recharge.

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You sat at a lunch table. Across from you sat Natasha Romanoff herself. She smiles while holding her sandwich. Behind her sat a large window painting of skyscrapers. New York City.

"What do you do when someone to targeting you?" You asked munching on a sandwich yourself, spinning yourself left and right using your legs on the spinning chair. Natasha munched a little faster and swallowed before opening her mouth.

"Whatya mean?"

"You know, like an assassin, I'm sure many people came after you for illegal things," you elaborated.

"Fight or negotiate."

You dropped your head in defeat. She chuckles.

"Kid, I'm sure you won't be targeted for anything in the future," She answered, swallowing the last bit of her sandwich.

"I know but what if-"

"You fight.." she spoke plainly. She pinches her napkin with her fingers before straightening herself on her office chair.

"Or negotiate..." she sent a you a goofy smile. "Stay on top of things- show whoever tracking you who they're messing with. Show that you trained with the one and only-"

"Me?" A voice said walking into the office space, Clint. A smile instantly grew on yours and Natasha's face. "Sure!" She replied. She turned back you to. "Say it's 'me' who taught you, not Natasha romanoff  or Clint Barton, just me-"

Clint chuckles "....Nat, Vision is looking for the thingy again," Clint interrupt.

"The... thingy? What's the thingy?" She asked in a tone where she wants Clint to elaborate on. "You know... the... thingy..."

"You know.. I think there's is a hero named ME or M. E, right?" You suddenly asked to two adults.

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You opened your eyes after recalling the echos of laughter of two of most important people in your life. The memory alone was enough you kick you back into your reality. The real reality. Why you left that life behind. Would they call you a coward? Or be proud that you left that world of hero and crime. They sacrificed too much. For you, for the world, you can't let two strangers come and erase you off this planet without a word. They fought so why can't you?

You're not going down without a fight.

Before San could open his mouth, you swung your body up and barely kicked his gun out of his hand. Next, you lifted your legs and shifted your body weight to your legs making Wooyoung almost drop on you but instead you flipped him over, making his body hit the garage concrete floor.

Wooyoung rolled, resting on one knee as San rolled his back against the other male back to smoothly get to you before you decided to ran again.

The same way you fought Wooyoung, is the same you're fighting San. Kick and punches mostly. Some were blocked, some had to be taken. San fighting style was different from Wooyoung's. He fought with his body and what he had on him. His coat mainly. No weapons, at least not yet.

He punches a lot. You analyzed. So I'll play dirty too... As first you weren't fighting with your whole strength but now seeing that they're not stopping or showing you mercy, why should you?

Wooyoung came out of nowhere, rolling over San's back as San previously did and took out his electric batons. The poles expanded revealing the blue electricity under them. They were familiar. Connecting them together making and long spear. "Shit..."

Wooyoung stood a couple meters away from you as San backed up to join his side. "She's a fighter.."

"Where are her guards?"

Now you remember. There the exact replica of Black widow's dual weapon she used the first couple of years you've known her. The question is how did they get their hands on such an iconic weapon.

"Who cares? She's alone, this is our chance."

You were now fighting two men. The way you block their attacks, kicked, and stepped looked almost memorizing. Almost liked you weren't what the profile showed; they had taken information on. You were a fighter. A strong one. Your strength was fueled by something most assassins back at base didn't have.

San saw this.

You place your left hand on San's left shoulder, pulling your self up and swung your legs around his neck. Once secured, you shifted your body weight to your legs, bringing the males body forward. The male felt his body forcefully leap forward, making contact with the parking garage's floor.

San looks up to meet your gaze as you stood on one knee in front of him. You look tired but he couldn't help but see a small tint of success behind your eyes. Almost like you've accomplished something.

"...Who are you?"

"Is she a widow?" Wooyoung asked suddenly beside him. "No the profile didn't say that..." "and no guards still..."

A private assassin?

Someone one who knows every move in the book? All he knows is that the System requested that this person needs to be punished with death. And its death you'll receive.

San recovered, rolling to his front before pulling himself up to his feet. He runnings his hand over his thighs, feeling his knife and his taser but now gun. "Shit..." But it was too late. His gun was gone after checking his belt remembering that you kicked it out of his hand earlier.

After hearing a small click, he raised his head to see his gun in your hand and pointed towards him, panting heavily. Wooyoung held his side while San bent on one knee, one hand on the ground to support his weight.

"Let's talk...ok?" You spoke through breathes in Korean. You Korean was sharp, understandable, clear.

A deep chuckle left Wooyoung's throat. "Since when you guys wanted to talk. It's usually act first, think after.." he growled a small cut on his lip was percent .

Your hands shook at the pain in your muscles.

"Look, I have no- zero intention to fire this so please... hear me out..?"

But San had a stoner look on his face. His eyes training on his pistol.

"Listen..." You started, catching the males attention even more.

"I-" your voice quiet as you began to shake. The nuzzle shook and your hand sweated. The last time you held this deadly weapon was when you had to defend yourself against your former companion. You didn't have a choice back then. You ran, you definitely weren't gonna fire it. You didn't want to get involved in their crimes. Plus, you're sure who ever is the head, surely want these two to live and not be killed by a loner civilian.

"I was on the phone-"

Bang!

Bang!

Wooyoung and San shield their bodies with their arms only to realize that the gun you were holding didn't fire. The sound of the two bullets fell on the concrete floor in a distance.

Two bloody holes began to slowly spread your white shirt, soaking your shirt in crimson red. Your legs began to shake and immediately felt weak. You fell on the ground on your knees and dropped the gun, placing your hand on the open wounds.

Confused, San looked over to Wooyoung who was also looking at the source of the fire.

You didn't see much but you spotted another person. You were so busy fighting, you had forgot you had two other people to worry about.

His wore a mask familiar to his partner. His hair was orange-brown and in a M-style. He wore the same thing the other male wore. Full black gear, head to toe.

"Hongjoong! What the hell?!"

"Code names, asshat.." San glared at his senior, quickly rising to his feet and quickly grabbed his gun off the ground. Hongjoong walked up to you, gun still in hand and pointed it towards you, as if you were getting back up.

San nudged his shoulder to bring his attention to him.

"We had it!"

"Sure looked like it... lieutenant Park is here, and we just fucked up. If we keep her alive we're fucked, we have to kill her..." Hongjoong spoke, his voice muffled and deepened by his mask. "She an anomaly from our cause."

"The hell... but the.." Wooyoung thought out loud, tapping his watch to see your profile.

"Someone screw us over!" Hongjoong yelled in frustration.

San turned to see you gone. Only a blood trail which lead to the edge of the parking garage. He quickly picked up his gun soaking in your crimson blood. 

You groaned and whimpered at the burning pain. Your breathing hitched as you started to hyperventilate, remembering you dropped your inhaler near your car. You hugged your stomach in hopes of stopping the bleeding. But it was no use. There was no fresh blood on your back to show that the bullet shoot through you, so they were still in your body.

I'm dying... aren't I? You thought, looking over and up to the night sky. You couldn't move anymore so you stopped, weakly laying down on the cold concrete floor. You couldn't do it. You felt your legs go numb.

Then you heard footsteps.

"Let's go...!" the male you noted as 'Hongjoong' said stepping over your legs like you were nothing but rubble under his shoes. You begin to feel dizzy. The last bit of energy wasn't enough for you to talk. Your body felt numb.

Panting heavily as your vision blurred. You could hear your heart pounding and your ears felling deaf. There was flash of light before you forcefully opened your eyes, just to see if you were dreaming. Is it heaven or hell? A chopper. All three males were already on it. You counted five in total, but one got off. "What are you doing, lieutenant?" One of them shouted.

Your vision was hazy but you could see apart of his face.

"F/n..." His voice was soft and familiar.

"...Mr... Park..." you mumbled faintly, eyes closed.

"You..." he pauses. "Fucked my men up real bad..."

You only replied with a whimper. Tasting iron in your mouth as you spat the buildup in your mouth on the ground.

Seonghwa bent down on one knee. His velvet silk pyjamas still on him but was covered by a long warm coat.

"I called the police.." as of on cue, there was a red and blue light in the distance of the parking garage.

"They're gonna help you..." he whispered before pulling something out of his coat. A syringe. Removing the top with his teeth, he quickly takes your cold bloody hand into his, injecting the golden fluid into you.

"This sh..ould keep you a...a.. live..." he words began to become foggy, your ears lose their ability to hear, and your e/c eyes rolled up as your finally closed your eyes. Your hand went limb at the sudden disappearance of his.

"Look! there she is!!"

"Ma'am hold on!!

"Crap that's a lot of blood!"

"Call the hospital now! tell need we need a room in the OR...!"

Seonghwa watched as the parking garage got smaller and smaller. Wind beating his messy hair before the chopper's door closed as the pilot turn on the invisibility forcefield.

"So... what the happened?" Yunho spoke up, headphones on, leaning against his sniper's case. "I don't know.." was all Seonghwa answered still looking out the window of the chopper. Blue and red lights flickered on his face as he watch the garage building behind flooded with police and ambulances.

"You think she'll survive...?"

"I... don't know."

NOTES

❌ • Seonghwa found Yunho first and told them that you were the wrong target through his earpiece but Hongjoong already fired the shots.

❌ • Seonghwa flew nearly 2 hours to get to you.

❌ • You got shot in the hip/stomach and in the thigh.

❌ • San nudged Hongjoong in hopes of get his attention on him so he doesn't fire a final deadly shot to you.

❌ • San got mad at Hongjoong for shooting you because he noticed that his pistol in your hands had its safely on. He thought the click he heard before was you turning the safety off but it was the opposite.

❌ • They also noticed you were alone as their report says 'you' were gonna be guarded, San knew instantly at the back of his head that you weren't the one they were looking for. But he didn't think he had enough evidence to back that up.

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