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❌ MASTERLIST + INFO + WARNINGS:

CHAPTER WARNGING(S): not proofread, Swearing, Angst, reader being lonely, longest chapter 10,000+ words, small suggestive scene.

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It's been almost 2 weeks since you started to scrub offices for a living. You're up at least by 9 or 10am, ready to start work. Unfortunately, days don't pass fast as there are hardly task given to you in the morning. Most come after 3pm when you're mostly exhausted.

Marshmallow isn't in your care anymore, she's in Yunhos now. Seonghwa had ordered Mingi to take the dog as the building doesn't accept pets or animals. That's the information Karina given you a days after, and if you wanted to see her, you'll have to visit the therapy centre in the heart of the main building.

Mr. Uder also known as Yunho, runs a therapy cycle. Since Seonghwa couldn't think of someone, Yunho took it upon himself to take Miss Marsh to the therapy cycle for emotional support.

It was a great idea in your opinion. She's getting the attention and care she needs instead of being locked in your room all day. You'll have to visit.

Seonghwa would drop by every now n then to check on you, see if you're eating and getting exercise your body needs. He was able to get you a phone (no plan) and your inhaler. Your old phone was confiscated as it could've been easily tracked.

You walked around the building, picking up the last garbage bag, throwing it into your cart and replacing it a new one. The final beep on your table sent a wave of relief over your shoulders, shutting down the tablet.

"Finally..." you whispered, stretching out your limps, rotating your upper body till you heard your hip crack with satisfaction. Mingi had left a couple minutes ago, disappearing once again.

The male does this constantly. Appearing out of thin air. Most of the time he's quiet. Observing your every movement. At times, you even forget he's there. Only to be reminded by his sudden comments and commands. It could get annoying. Why couldn't they trust you wouldn't do anything? You ask yourself that repeatedly, only to answer it with the reason of their lives prize. They're assassins, agents, spys- what not. The Avengers are gone, who's gonna protect the world?

You couldn't blame them for labeling you as an anomaly.

Crossing over your arms above your head, stretching it out till it cracked. Your throat throb slightly, dry from the lack of hydration.

"ahhHhhhh-" you yawned.

"-What are you doing?"

"OH-"

You jump immediately, your arms raised in fist, ready to punch whoever was behind you. But you were met to a soft looking male. Blonde, wore a large crewneck with complementary striped colours. Simple slippers, and black sweatpants with a small fanny pack. He didn't seem alarming, just weird.

He smiled. His cheekbone becoming more visible.

"Sorry did I scare you?"

"No, you didn't!" You said in sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes and ticking your tongue with an expensive attitude.

"Almost slapped you..," you mumble under your breath. You look at him then looked down the hall both ways, seeing as to where and how the hell this guy even got behind you. There was a hall behind him, yes, but you emptied out every room already, leaving him with the entrance down the long hall.

You stared at him. "Do you need something...?"

He's smiled remains.

"No.. just um.." he was still smiling, almost a nervous smile. Licking his lip, tucking his hands in his pocket, looking down.

"You wouldn't have a... key on you..?"

You immediately relaxed.

"You lost your key didn't you..?"

His head shot up.

"Not shocked?"

You shrugged. "A lucky guess."

"...So can you let-"

"Can I just take my trash out and I'll-" you cut yourself over, your thumb point in the other direction, but stopped and nodded. "Never mind, where do you want to go?"

"The dorms, if that's ok..?"

"Oh of course.." out of everyone one here, this guy has been the nicest, weird, but the nicest. Nice people gonna be returned the favour right?

"Or you can take out that trash and then we can go, I've seen you a couple times in the dorms so I take it you're going back?" He questioned.

Finally someone who gets it! You thought you found the one. Someone not weird (you think) someone who is talking like a human being! Not talking poems like Seonghwa, weird comments like Karina, threats(?) like Mingi, just a normal spoken person.

"Oh can we? It's just it would be nice to not circle back-"

"I understand, let me go with you..." he stated, stepping forward and you nodded. You couldn't deny him. Company is nice but you wouldn't get too comfortable. You're in a high level secret government building. But you can't help but turn soft for finally finding a decent person.

But something didn't really feel right...

"Yeosang by the way."

You were about to introduce yourself but stopped upon feeling something off about this whole encounter. You stopped, looking around then back to him. "Is this some test?"

He raised a brow. "Huh?"

"Is Mr. Park watching somehow. Testing me if I get too comfortable or something? I'm not getting it.."

"Seonghwa is not here. Nor is Mingi. Just me and you.."

Oh... you didn't really like that response, so you just looked at him, giving him a side eye.

"Not convincing huh?" He asked.

"Yup." Yeosang sighed, scratching his head in slight frustration.

"Well what do I say to gain some trust..?"

You licked the inside of your cheek. "If you know Seong- Mr. Park, I take it you know who I am.. even so, in my situation, trust doesn't come easy.." you folded your arms. You weren't lying. Trust with something you dealt with your entire life. Even if they're housing you, you still have to be careful as to who you give it too.

"I know... listen, I'm not trying to be mean but.. I kinda just want to go to bed.." he responded in the nicest manner he could. He was handsome and his calm, collected expression, voice and face, for some reason, made him more attractive. Again... Unlike Mingi and Seonghwa.

You clicked your tongue. "You know what? me too.." already tired yourself, you rubbed your face in frustration, continuing to push your cart, taking Yeosang aback.

"Wha... so that's it?"

"What's it?

"You gonna let me walk? In this building with no ID?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

"For starters," you stopped, using your whole hand to point out things about him. "You're wearing slippers, sweatpants and a crewneck, I take it you are already set to go back to your room. Plus, I don't understand why someone would adventure into this building, not knowing what it is as I don't even see much of this 'secret organization' you guys call. I clean these offices every day! It just looks like a normal building. And as soon as I mentioned Mr. Park, you were quick to mention lieutenant Song as well, which lead me to believe that you've seen my report- do you want me to continue?" You asked, scratching your arm.

Caught right handed, he licked his lips, bitting onto them. He leaned on one leg, letting both hand fall into his sweat pant's pockets.

"Yes."

"No," you disengage, to which he playfully smiled to.

"Seonghwa was right, you are oddly entertaining..." you looked at him, arriving at garbage suit. You stopped just as your back hit the door. "He talks about me?"

"Yup.."

You gulped. "In a good or bad way?" Yeosang noticed the way your voice lowered into a more quiet one. Soft, confused, and concerned.

The corners of his lips lifted. "In a good way," Yeosang leaned against the wall. "...I think.." he teased. Your lips flinched before pressing them thin.

You only nodded, pushing open the suit door, the horrible smell now hitting your nose, but after the first 3 days, you've gone nose blind to the terrible smell.

"What? Trying to shoot your shot?" You heard him yell from the entrance. If he was Karina, you could've confessed that maybe- MAYBE, you found the smooth looking male attractive. But even to Karina you wouldn't say much about something you found personal.

"No just curious as to what he says, that's all.." you simply said, no stutter or missteps, straight and forward. Who wouldn't want to know what others say about you?

"Also! they call me King."

"King?"

"I'm good at flying aircrafts, most of the time, I end up saving their asses in the nick of time.." he explains happily. You do recall that name being uttered somewhere... interesting.

"Code name?"

"Exactly!"

After dropping off your cart, you both walked back, swiped your card to enter the dormitory, walking past the front desk and the closed market. You noticed the vending machine in the corner near the laundry room, 'coffeeeeee-' but also noticed how silent Yeosang became. He was always on small talk but now he was fidgeting with his the tip of his fingers.

"Ah..!" That was when you turned around to face him. "You good?" You asked, realizing he stopped walking, standing a couple feet away. You catched a glance of his hand before he stuffed them back into his sweats pockets. Small cracks appeared on them, like bright lightning. They were orange-red, almost like they were on fire.

Your chest tightened at that sudden memory flooding back into your mind. It was impossible, it couldn't be possible.

All the way here? In Korea?

"Your hands.." you started, point to them, forcing your body to face him.

"They're fine," he quickly answered, but he couldn't hide them glowing through his pants. "Dude.." you took a step forward and he took a step back, taking his hands out, hugging them close to himself. "Shit, why now..?" He whispered.

Looking him, you gently began to approach him, taking a different approach.

His body felt like someone had set his hands on fire. The burning sensation almost leaving them numb. His skin felt like it was hardening, ready to crack at any moment like an active volcano.

He could only pray that it wouldn't be as bad as last time. At least not in front of you.

"...Can I see them..?"

You gestured your hand to him. He was almost shocked. Many people would run, call for help, but you asked to see them instead? He almost didn't want to, but then he realized in the report he had read a week ago.

You were a Shield agent, then worked for the Avengers.

He's condition for definitely foreign. He and the others don't even know how this could happen.

Sometimes it's pain, other times there's nothing but a tingling sensation. He doesn't know what it is, but now that he had someone who used to work in one of the most scandals in the world, you, maybe, could end this nightmare.

But he didn't want to do it, he could burn you like he did the others. But almost like a scared animal, coming from a torturing family, the male you were previously talking to- shakingly brought his hands to yours. You went to touch it, but he would pull away slightly to avoid touching you. The heat of his hands felt like a fireplace. It made you wonder how much pain he was in- if he was in any.

"It happens randomly, it burns, it's like a power draw back." He spoke gently.

You saw this back in New York. Once only. Like the super soldier serum, this played a similar role. Granting the host abilities beyond their control. But that was years ago, you couldn't find that memory even if you tried.

"Hm... I've seen this before..." you whispered. His head shot up just as you began to tilt your head around to get a better veiw.

You looked up to him, eyes boring into his.

"Does it bother you?"

He nodded slowly.

"Do you feel like you're gonna explode?

"Yeah... sometimes.." he said.

You looked at his hand intensely.

"You want it gone...?" You asked him lowly to which he nodded.

He raised his brows in curiosity. "Y-you can do that...?" He stuttered. The light in his finger tips slowly fading away. But before he could retreat, you grabbed his hand. To which he suddenly gripped your hand back. It was quick but you can feel him slowly burn your hand and squeezed it a bit too hard.

You flipped his hand around, his grip still around yours. "Um.. yeah..." you mumbled letting go of his hand. You couldn't help but hiss at him suddenly pulling away, pulling your skin slightly. Your arm suddenly twitched but you used your other hand to hold it in place. Still up, you quickly shoved them into your pocket.

"I just need to confirm it before I could tell." You cleared your throat. Scratching your arm again, making the fabric dance along your skin.

Yeosang notice this but his eyes began to slight blur. Recovering slightly, his legs barely holding him up as he doubled over, leaning in, his face close to yours; A little too close for comfort.

Reacting quickly, you hooked your arms under his pits and held him up with as much strength you had.

"Shit.. just bring me to my room, I have to take my shot," he mumbled, the awkward stance was kinda funny. Two random strangers standing in the empty lobby of the dormitory entrance. One leaning against the other. If someone came in, they would've thought you were dragging a crazy drunker into the building.

It almost felt like it. Yeosang was pretty heavy. So much so, you ended up (just barely) piggybacking him to his room. It was only 20 minutes later, even with the elevator, was when you reached his room. You got lost and he kept misleading you to it.

Unlocking his room, you immediately noticed your breath. A small cloud forming by your lips and nose. His room temperature was freezing. It shows he has to change even his environment to keep his condition at bay.

It was dark, the moon shinning your way through. You couldn't see his room but it was for sure ten times bigger- if not, a hundred times bigger than your room. They gave you an old storage closet, while they gave the boys luxurious apartments. Bummer. But then again, they are the ones who do the heavy lifting. You're just a custodian. And honestly, you were supposed to be sleeping in a bunk bed by the janitors lobby where they keep the extra space for emergencies.

After saying your goodbyes - as in dropping him onto his bed and feeing; you heard him mumble a small 'thank you' your way before letting sleep take him over.

You would've helped him change but you felt like that was already too much. And also, you felt like you were trespassing. And you're not on that level, you did just met the guy.

"You're very welcome," you whispered finding your way back to the door and closing it after exiting. "Oh!" You stopped, turned and bented down. Sliding your janitors keycard under his door so he doesn't need to search for you again. You have access to a new one in the janitor's lobby.

Before heading back to your room, you returned back downstairs, turning to the vending machine you marked before Yeosang had his little attack, to come back and take a cold coffee for tomorrow.

After retrieving your drink you stared at the entrance of the dormitory, the main entrance leading- for a lot longer than usual, like you were in a trance. The pitch black night being nothing but suspicious.

Now kinda thinking of it, you've never stepped foot out since you got here. The dormitory and the main building are connected by stairs and halls. There was a market and a bar under both buildings, so you never needed a reason to leave.

But now, it couldn't hurt... right?

You stood there staring into nothing. You felt something - you take as water, hit the tip of your nose. Looking up, you noticed more began to fall. You would rush in immediately, avoiding the possibilities to get sick but you didn't. You just stood there, feeling and letting your clothes slowly soak in the incoming rain.

You've never felt so empty yet filled with so much thought. There was so much but at the same time, nothing.

But the sudden rain wasn't sad, no, it was refreshing. A reminder of life outside your hectic one. It was dark but the distance street light lit up your vision. That didn't stop you doing a little twirl, spreading your arms out, letting the rain wash you, wash the stress and anxiety away.

The stinging pain in your arm and hand was ignored on your walk back to your room, opening the door and slammed the door closed. You felt... heavy. It's been about 2-3 weeks since you got here were you really at your breaking point?

You raised your arm, looking at it with bore eyes. Since all of this started, you've been questioning yourself and your life choices.

Was your hero life really for you? Maybe your hard training wasn't hard enough. You're still a soft bunny- as Karina said a couple days ago. Your heart is in the right place. Right heart, wrong life.

You never noticed, but when you stood in the rain for a solid 3 mins, the tall stoic male stood on his large balcony. Watching you twirl in the rain like a man on crack.

Silence felled the space as he scoffed, his thick ring, scrapping against the rail of his balcony, retreating back into his warm suit. He did say he'll be watching you when you least expected it...

"You ok man?" Yunho asked, playing on his best friend's tv. His thumbs caressing to buttons on the controller.

"Yup.." he thought of you. "Everything is fine."

The annoying eerie light burned brightly. Having it to be the only thing lighting up the unknown room.

You could see faint stars in the small window across from you.

How long has it been since you left earth? Since you were kidnapped by random aliens talking about magical stones.

You laid in the for what felt like hours. They came in every now and then to ask questions. Only, the same question.

"Where is it?"

"I DONT KNOW!" You yelled. You tasted iron on your tongue as it began to pour from your chapped lips. Your head was spinning.

The alien frowned. "Lord Thanos wouldn't like this..." it mumbled. Rubbing a hand over its face in frustration.

Your body shook in pain and fear just as he turned around and flicked his wrist to the other creature in the room.

"Do it again."

"No- NO-"

The stoic alien aggression grabbed your arm slamming your upper body into the metal table. It held down your arm, its other hand holding an electric weapon. The top opening and admitting an electric shock between the three pointers.

You stared at the deadly weapon and back between the creature. But before you could think, you felt the pressure of the weapon before the shock came. Ripping a blood curling scream from your throat....

The shock painted a purple-blood bruise up and down your arm.

Bang.

The constant banging ringed in your ear as they came in and out to ask the same question in till your body couldn't take anymore. Your mind could puzzle out why you were there in the first place. You passed out too quickly to tell.

BANG

You can hear them talk in their respective language on the other side of the door.

BANG

"F/N!"

Jointing wake from your nightmare, you were faced with still being in to last night wear. The first thing you did was take a shower and did your personal hygiene. Noticing that you had fell asleep without washing up last night. You had breakfast and headed for walk. You thought it could clear your mind a bit after what had happened.

"Where are you going?" You stopped in your tracks, turning to meet the owner of that deep stoic voice who happens to be- of course! Lieutenant Song. Standing or waiting right behind you with one hand on his hip and of course, his baton, talkie, and gun hung on his belt.

"I thought maybe... I can go for a walk?" You asked politely, tucking your hand into your pocket awkwardly. The other one hanging on your side as the accident with Yeosang from yesterday slowly begun to make you question your decision/action when grabbing his hand.

He didn't answered, only lifting a brow, still staring at you as if he was waiting for an answer back. He knows how observing you are, how you can read people, and so you read him, his expression. Him waiting for you to answer or for a further explain.

Only there wasn't. You simply couldn't answer, not even a groan of annoyance or anger. Not giving him time to process before you headed back towards the elevators.

What.

The.

Fuc-

"You're not even gonna contravene?" That reply made you stop, again. Turning to face his back. You sighed, "What? you want me to argue back?"

"Yes.. I expect you too." He turned his whole body to you and crossed his muscly arms.

You tucked your head back in shock.

"Ok," you patted out your clothing, dusting them to be more presentable.

"Can I go for a walk."

"No."

"Goodbye sir.." you didn't give him a second glance.

He's always on you. You thought he was going to monitor you during your work hours, but it looks like he's monitoring you 25/8. No rest, like the terminator except no execution, just constant observation.

The day was boring and before you knew it, It was already 5pm, after making dinner, Jongho notified you to the nursing wing for a final check up. The general ordered him to do check ups on your health as your past medical conditions kinda left her concerned. Or at least that's what he said...

"All done!" He said, removing the blood pressure machine from your arm. "You're 100%," he claimed with a small smile. Almost happy this was coming to a closing. You? Now so much. You hate to admit it, but you actually liked the check ups, the constant pressure, and knowing you had to be somewhere at a particular time.

"T-that's it? I don't need to come back?" You asked, looking up to him with eyes full of curiosity, your voice deep and small. He looked at you for a little longer than he wanted to. You watched his small smile return.

"Are you upset? You know-"

"No- I.. actually liked it..." You confessed out loud. He immediately dropped his smile and pressed his lips together. "Sorry I didn't mean it like that... it just..." "I get it... you miss having to go somewhere," he answered for you.

"And having someone... there... expecting me.."

Oh, now he gets it...

"You want attention?" He question caught you off guard, looking up at him immediately. You caught a glimpse of his naked tail waving as the corners of his mouth curled upwards.

"N-no maybe someone- no!"

"It's ok F/n, many people feel this way in many occasions, yours is more understandable," he raised a brow after his eyes landed on what rested on your lap. You watch his soft plump cheeks fall a bit, his eyes fully fixated.

"Woah.. your hand..." he dragged his attention on the large bruise on your hand, red and pulsing. You tried to cover it with your sleeve but Jongho immediately stopped you. Gently taking your hand into his and pulled back your sleeve just enough to see your hand. His warm touch was almost welcoming, you- for some reason- wanted to continue to hold it. Squeeze it, but your injury swelled up too much for you to do that.

"F/n, you never told me about this.." he whispered, gently turning your hand to view different angles of it.

"It's nothing.. ow..!" You jumped as Jongho pressed into the palm of your hand. Closing your hand as best as you can but the pain was too unbearable and you grabbed Jongho's hand that was around your wrist.

"That's a lot of scratches... and your hand..." he claimed releasing you, walking over to his cabinet. He took a bottle of a substance and bandages and walked back to you, raising his hand to you.

You didn't pay mind to it, the pain was there but you figured you might've pulled something.

Then it hit you.

Yeosang must've squeezed your hand so hard, that he not only burnt it, but broke it. Was your body in shock or something? You remember breaking bones in the past being horrible, but this time, the pain wasn't bad, if not, not there at all.

"May I?" Jongho ending up taking an xray for your hand, checking if you needed surgery. Thankfully you didn't. So the mutant just wrapped your hand in a thick cast, cover it in a baby blue bandage.

"I'll report to Kim and Seonghwa about your injury."

"Can I-"

"You can't work."

"I can, I can still-"

He looked at you, leaning in close, but not too close. Just to make himself clear, face to face. "No, doing that will only make it worse..."

Your lip twitched and his tilted his head. Tail flicking behind him, his eyes dared you to oblige against his advice. You both stared into each eyes, watching his pupils constrict for a second before they dilated.

"And you might lose it, understand?"

"Yes.. sir... Doc.. Jongho...?"

His smiles returned. Slitting the conversation in half and pulling back.

"Have you been eating?"

"Yeah..." he flashed you a side eye.

"And where exactly do you get your groceries? As far as I know, you never left this building since you got here.."

You got your food and snacks from the indoor market downstairs in the dormitory. After today you confirmed your thoughts. Mingi said otherwise...

Speaking of the devil...

Your response was cut off by Mingi knocking on the open door, grabbing you and Jongho's attention. "Done?" He asked. It was to no one particular, maybe both of you. You stayed quiet though. "She's done!" Jongho said, getting up from his chair. He walked to the medicine cabinet pulled out a small bottle of pills - Acetaminophen.

"It's just medication to help with your pain," he handed you the bottle. "What if I run out? do I come back here?" You started to rise from the bed you were previously sat on. He walked around you, cleaning, and smoothing out the bed sheets.

"Only if you want to come back.." he said, flashing you a quick smile before walking to the exit. His tail waving as he stop by Mingi. Mingi's face was unreadable as he only fixed his eyes onto Jongho just ask the shorter male whispered something.

Confusion arise into you, but you didn't question and only watched Jongho leave the nursing wing. Silence struck and Mingi only roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek before sighing.

"You know, I'm off... today." Your voice finding itself in the empty hall. You played with the cap of the pill bottle using the tip of your thumb. You still stood in the same place almost as if you were scared of him.

"Off or not, I still have to watch you," all you did was press your lips together and deliver him a small nod. As days past, you slowly learned to accept this hell of a life. But there's something at the back of your mind hoping this is all just a sweet nightmare and that one day, you'll wake up in your apartment. But when days past, you almost feel like burning down your room in full stress and overwhelming thoughts.

"Tell me, what are you gonna do today?"

"Since I realize I have outdoor privileges, I can finally take Marshmallow out for a good walk.." you explained walking over to the taller male. "With the acceptance of Yunho of course... you're welcome to join me unless you want to go drown yourself in your most expensive booze?" You tried to joke but he only replied back with a head shake.

"Ok..ay.."

You didn't miss his eyes travelling down your upper body stopping on the large cast in your wrist. You didn't give him time to question and walked past him and down the hall, retreating back to the dormitory building. You walked in an appropriate pace. As he always does, the much taller male lagged a couple feet behind. You honestly think he's there for intimidation. Setting you straight, making sure you're working, and to be honest, it works.

"You can... walk beside me you know..?" You tried to remain friendly.

"I'll stay here..." he answered plainly. You're trying, you're really are. Clearly some people just don't want to get to know each other. Mingi is one of those people.

You stopped walking, arriving at the stairwell connecting to the dormitory. You felt like a fish in a hook. You just about had enough of this guy. There were buckets of you and your prey was him, constantly thrown in the ocean only to be eaten by the larger animal.

"Listen-"

"What?" He catches up, stopping right beside you. He didn't give you a glance, looking straight on. "You have 15 seconds,"

You sighed behind speaking up. "Do you like... ever, you know,.. smile? or are you just always stones and bricks?- I feel like you can't go a long way, now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I've ever seen you eat, sleep, or drink anything.. I mean you're not here all of the time, sometimes you leave and never come back till 700 hours later...I mean- I didn't even know if you live in the dorms- do you know Yeosang? Is Yeosang ok?" you took another breath.

"5 seconds." You stopped walking, coming to a holt. You tried to control your breathing but you started to be somewhat annoyed. It felt like talking to him was like talking to a brick wall. At first you wanted to just talk, see where that would take this, but something tells you that ain't happening.

Is it you? it has to be you! do you have something in the middle of your teeth when you failed to take it out after lunch? is your odor annoying? is your voice too annoying? or maybe it's him not you? SHI-

"Can I just be... unattended? enjoy my day off?"

He turned to you, fully facing you. His bore eyes looking into yours. His face almost never speaks, but he's eyes surely do...

"Give me a reason."

"Since I've gotten here, it's constant supervision from you." You took a breath. A long breath. "I've haven't been myself lately and I hate it, I'm not injured nor am I dangerous. When I worked for shield, I never learn how to shoot a gun, I shot Arrows, a bow. I don't have a bow anymore! I don't have anything to hurt anyone, you guys gave me a small place to stay, is protecting from what? I don't even know what! Gave me a job, then have the audacity to send someone to look after me, You're.." you paused and took a breath, using your hands for more motion and expression.

"So cold, the block of ice is so thick, you can't even see that I'm trying to make myself and you comfortable! So why are you so.." you couldn't find the words and your mind went blank.

"..so..-" Your chest tighten just as you unable to blur out the last words. Your breathing wasn't too heavy and you didn't want to show that to him. You're not about to ramble then have an asthma attack right after. No. You immediately started to search for your new inhaler Seonghwa gave you.

You don't normally or often use your inhaler, it was just this situation caused so much stress to build, and for some reason, fear.

You placed your lips around the life saving object, turned around and took a puff. Mingi could see your back muscles flex, they became stiff but soon relaxed after.

You coughed a bit, turning back but he was closer this time. So you took a step back, but soon back fired as your back hit the cold stoned wall of the empty stairwell. He stalked in silence, stopping only when his large boots stopped in front of yours.

"Mrs. L/n, you were an agent before, so you should undoubtedly- understand. I have my orders and you have yours,"

You stepped forward, making sure your chest was close to his. You weren't gonna let this guy bully you because of some 'orders'. "For some reason I feel you're getting a kick from this, what? No missions? So you got no one the drag around..? "

"Watch the way you talk to me." He argued back. With one single push with his hand, your body was completely against the wall, his body nearly pressed into yours, now towering over you.

You felt his intimidating presence behind you as you worked, but now you never realized the size difference between you too. You weren't too short, but he was still taller than you. His deep voice, and bulk body almost made you want to shrink into an aunt to run.

Your air way began to tighten again, breathing out your nose instead of your mouth, trying to mask your breathing over his cold glare.

But the wall of confidence soon fell, unable to keep it up, you pushed past him, coughing immediately and took a puff. Your asthma was never this bad, something happened, something made it worse. A puff a couple times a month and that's it, but now you need to refill it every now n then.

"Leave me alone.." Your soft deep voice echoing through the stairwell. You hunching over, hand over your chest.

"I just... please, leave me... alone."

You didn't want be alone... you wanted something, can you couldn't state it. it was right at the tip but you missed it every time. You wanted... comfort. A distraction. But Mingi wasn't helping with that at all. It was the complete opposite.

Turning around after hearing only silence after a while, you were only met with nothing, he was gone. He didn't say anything else, just disappeared.

You stood there confused. He gave in so easily, no wise words or a fight. Guess both of you guys needed to be alone. You could walk away, go on your day like it was nothing, but you wouldn't be able to shake it off.

Did you hit a nerve? Half of you hopped you did and the other kinda just wants to apologize in a sense.

He tracks you like you have an ankle brace. Or so, he was the tracker. Since they couldn't provide one, they gave you Mr. Song. Was it harsh? The words? Behind closed doors, your doors, he could be decent guy, smiles a lot more than he is around you, like you suck the joy out of him. That stings and you transferred that emotion into anger, thrashing out on him without much thought. Or was your heart too soft for the man?

You were walking for so long, you didn't even know where you were going. Just walking. The buildup stress from the time you've been here is started to seep out. You hated showing these emotions to someone- anyone.

You put you head against the wall, in the corner, closing your eyes. Some people walking by with slight interest. "Is she ok?" "Don't know, come on, we have training.." two girls spoke an amongst themselves. Walking by without much question.

You sighed against the wall, taking a deep breath, you covered your ears. You wish you could mute the world for a couple seconds. Where people could mind their own business. You wish you could scream in a field and let it all out. It almost made you mad. But you were too tired to fight or argue.

You're tired, oh so tired.

"F/n...?" You heard someone chant your name softly but you didn't move, remaining in the same position. You looked like you were on time out from a far perspective.

Till the same person touch your arm, making you turn to them immediately. "Huh..?" Mr. Uber. Yunho.

"You ok?" Standing beside him was Yeosang surprisingly, looking better than last night. Your arm still in Yunho's grip, landing your attention on Yeosang instead. He looked at your face with slight concern but dropped as soon as you gave him the same expression.

"Are you ok? You gave me a scare last night..."

He nodded, his cheekbones appearing once again.

"Are you sure? Yes? Have you slept? It looked painful..."

"F/n I'm fine, see?" He lifted his arm, doing a goofy twirl to show you. You let a noise out. Yeosang smiled but stopped upon scanning your face. It was near 7pm, but why does it look like you skipped 3 days of sleep?

"Are you...okay?"

You ran your palm down your cheek, "Y-yeah I'm ok..?" It sounded like a question. "I think.. just not getting enough sleep.. I guess," Yunho and Yeosang exchanged looks for a brief second. Yunho bit into his lip, his large hand gently gripping the dog. You glanced between the two, not even noticing the dog, only after the third glance was when you noticed the animal.

"Oh... Marshmallow.." Yunho immediately brightened up. Handing the dog who was way too excited to get into your arms, even started to cry, her whimpers becoming louder.

"Shhh... I got you.." you whispered gently taking the small dog into your arms. Like a baby you were more than happy to see the dog the System accidentally kidnapped.

"What's the reason you brought her to me..?"

Yunho shrugged, "no reason.." he paused. "Actually-"

"She's not invited."

You were so focused on Yeosang wellbeing, you didn't even noticed what the two males were wearing. They wore fancy yet casual clothes. In full black. Yeosang wore a black denim coat, with a fishnet-like fabric, solid but somewhat see through seeing small flashes of his abs with leather flair pants. Yunho wore a simple black dress shirt with dress pants similar to it.

"Oh.."

Wooyoung stalked by saying those words, giving no thought about you. Yeosang gave him a small look, shifting his attention on the sudden presence of another female.

"You are not the host of this party, she can go if she wants.." Karina spoke up, standing beside Yunho. She wore thigh-high leather heels, her makeup done, tight black dress with cropped dress coat.

They all wore black.

"You should come, lay off a little," San and Hongjoong were the last one to approach. Coat open, nothing under, his toned abs exposed. Hongjoong for a cowboy coat, with a low cut black blouse, one too many necklaces and chains around his neck, dark velvet wide pants and short heels.

How are these people dressing better than an average person? Oh Right... money..

"The drinks will be on you though.." Hongjoong joined, raising a brow.

Karina smiled, gently slapping your arm. "You should!"

You looked at every single one, looking at their heavy jewelry and expensive looking clothes.

"I take it this 'party' is a club..?" You questioned, rubbing your thumb into Marshmallows fur/skin, the animal slowly falling asleep in your arms.

"You don't like clubs?" Yunho asked. Tilting his head with the question, making one of his long earrings hang from his ear.

"Never been to one.. are they like... the clubs in the movies?" You talked in your deep tired voice. Your eyes out of focus.

They all exchanged looks before slightly laughing. "I guess they are, Ms. L/n." Hongjoong said a smile forming on his pink lips.

"The drinks!" You heard Wooyoung yell.

"Wait!" San replied. Turning back to you again. "So?" He questioned.

You shook your head.

"No, I'm tired.."

"You're lost, lets go," Hongjoong dragged San, whose face voiced concern before giving you sympathetic look as he got dragged.

"See you later, precious," Karina teased, hooking her arm around Yunho's, walking the same direction. You watched them happily leaving in the hall. Despite having to go on a hiatus, they found something to detract themselves for passing time.

You don't know the number of people who are in Seonghwa's squad, you definitely don't see your doctor Jongho, Mr. Park or Lieutenant Song with them. Higher the position equals more work and less free time...

"Your hand..."

Yeosang cut the silence. You snapped your head back to him, actually forgetting him, thinking he walked away already.

"It's nothing.." you replied quickly, looking down to your wrist, fidgeting with the loose end of the blue bandage.

"Did I do that?" He asked, starring intensely at your injury he clearly doesn't have memory doing.

You silenced yourself, it was more of him questioning himself. He stepped forward, taking your wrist gently, your other arm holding the now yawning Marshmallow.

You watch him gently push up your sleeve, his veiny hand held yours, his thumb softly rubbing the material. He looked at your injury, watching his brow furrow slightly.

"It's not your fault.. Yeo-sang.." you slowed his name, like you were attempting to properly pronounce his name. To which he looked up to you with a smile.

"You remembered?"

"Of course, how could I not?"

"Yeosang!" Someone yelled from down the hall. You both looked quickly, seeing the group by the exit.

"What do you think they're talking about?" San started. Leaning close to Hongjoong, arm still around his shoulder.

"Whatever it is, it's none of our business." Hongjoong answered. Everyone turned their heads to him.

"Really, you don't want to know?" Karina asked, taken a back as the older male always ask and shuffles his nose into other people's business.

"No." Hongjoong shook his head.

Yunho raised his brows, Karina licked her lips, San cleared his throat, and Wooyoung groaned under his breath.

The group watched the two figures down the hall exchange a few last words before Yeosang retreated back to the group.

As Yeosang stalked closer, Hongjoong crossed his arms, stepping forward. His earring swinging with attitude.

"The hell was that about?"

It was about 8pm and you finished your shower, ate and now getting ready for bed, maybe watch a couple videos of your favourite YouTubers on your new phone.

Dimming your lights, you cover Marshmallow's food bow and walked to your bed, throwing off the covers easily and slipped in. You held the blanket up, the small chihuahua climbing in. She actually smelt quite well, showing that Yunho or whoever was really taking care of her.

"Tired? Yeah.. me too..." You mumbled, cuddling the animal closer. She let out some comfort noises before her large eyes began to fall. You weren't too far, your body falling first, your eyes, then-

Your door faced a loud bang coming from the other side. Waking you and your buddy up immediately. Marshmallow yawned and you shot up on your elbow.

"Who's there..!?" You yelled in a tired tone, surprised at the range of your tired voice.

"Me!"

"Who's me..!?"

"You are..!"

Groaning, you got up, walking to the door and swinging it open.

The black hair male smiled, he was also in his pyjamas too. You were surprised he didn't go to the party/club with the others. You took it that he was that kind of man.

"Mr. Park, it's 9.." you wiped your eyes.

"Actually.." he pulled back his sleeve, raising it to his eye level. "It's 8:34pm," he checked his watch then flashed it to you.

"Come on, I want to show you something.." he exclaimed. But you shock your head. Turning around, crawled back into bed, not even having energy to cover yourself.

"Come on f/n..."

You groaned again, holding the sheets tighter. Till you felt your body drag right off your bed, your sheets now on the ground.

"Seonghwaaa!!" You called his first name accidentally.

"F/nnnnn!!" He mocked.

It's took some effort but the taller male was able to remove you from your room. Leaving marshmallow whose was sleeping too well to be disturbed.

Arriving to the anonymous destination, it took you a couple seconds to realize you both stood in a bar-like kitchen. The cooking side in the back with a bar table in front.

"This is my cooking room," Seonghwa said, turning on the lights. The bright shining light nearly blinded you, almost like the sun woke up early, you shielded your eyes almost instantly.

"Sorry.." he apologized after hearing you groan, dimming the lights lower.

You sighed, tired, "Mr. Park, why are we here? I'm tired and I have work tomorrow," but the male completely disregard your message. Turning and walked to the oven, he switched it on.

"..Mr. Park..." you called again, scratching the back of your head, eyes still closed. You could heard him shift around the kitchen, grabbing and putting away tools he previously used.

If there's one thing you noticed was the smell. The small was sweet and lively. If your lungs didn't have limits, you would only want to inhale it till they popped. You could almost taste it.

But it wasn't just food, it was an odor, his oder. You never noticed how he smelled. It smelt luxurious and expensive.

It reminded you where you stood. He was on level 500 and you're still on 50- if not, you may not even have a level. He bakes, cooks, he's tall, has a pretty face, smooth talker, fights, rich- what else? You? You couldn't even think of anything as of now. You just needed to sleep.

"Aghhh!" You yawned, stretching your arms up, standing on your toes.

"Look, I have work tomorrow, it was nice walk and talk," you turned, stumbling a bit. Brotherly setting your foot near the exit before it slammed shut, a heavy wind nearly knocking you off your feet.

No words were spoken, just a faint hum coming from the handsome male. At this point, the loud slam had woken you up completely. Your body flinched abit, thanking god that your fingers weren't between the door and the frame.

The sound made your ears itch. You tried the door. It was locked. No- it wasn't, but there was something forcing it shut.

"Mr-"

"Sit down," it wasn't cold, it was more of a soft command. His humming came to a stop, now grabbing a plate, he turned around to face you.

"Unless you want me to help you with that?"

You slowly shook your head, taking slow steps towards the counter and took a sat in front of him.

He soft smile came back, going back to what he was doing, the sound of the plate making contact with the marble countertop.

You just sat there, rubbing your eyes in slight exhaustion.

"Your hand," he started, spreading, what looked like icing on top of his homemade dessert. You blinked at his words, looking as your hand and back to him. "From Jongho's report, it sounded fucked up.."

Woah...

He swore...

"Um.. yeah- I mean it wasn't that bad.." you stumbled to find the right words. His tone didn't seem too welcoming, to you it was fine, but to others, it definitely wasn't. His voice went deep as if the words in his mind transformed to emotions. A angry one at most.

"Does it hurt...?" He asked, adding the last thing on his desserts.

"Well-" his stabbed the sweet with a fork, driving the stainless steel straight through the hot dough.

"Well... it... I never noticed the pain till Jongho touched it, really..." you mumbled, caressing the blue bandage.

The black hair male walked around the table holding two plates of what you finally see are glazed buns. He placed one in front of you then sat beside you.

"Oh... I already brushed my teeth.."

"Brush em' again..." he answered, taking a bite of his bun.

You chewed on your cheek, looking down at the food. The glazed bun, smelt of honey and a touch of cinnamon. The dough was hot, soft, and a right amount of chewy. So why weren't you in the mood to eat this delicious sweet?

"Not eating?" He spoke in English. Swallowing his second bite.

"I just don't have the appetite to eat."

"For this or to eat in general..?" You turned your head to him. He smiled slightly before taking another bite of his bun. Your eyes ran between the two plates and that was when you realized he had given you the bigger bun.

"Jongho said you haven't been eating.."

"Huh!? I eat, he might've got it wrong.."

Seonghwa shook his head. "You losing appetite confirm your diet," his pointed his fork to you. "You're also losing weight.."

"What..?" You looked down then touch your face immediately after his comment. "I'm not losing weight.."

"Your asthma has worsened.." he added.

"How do you...?"

"Mingi."

"I'm just not in the mood to eat, that's all."

He stopped chewing, his tongue making a large bulge rising on the side of his cheek before nodding. You heard him exhale from his nose. Putting his fork down, he got up from his chair and walked around back to the kitchen.

You watched him open a cabinet, taking out a clear glass container. "You'll be taking it back with you then..." he said, his back still facing you.

"Can I?"

Walking towards you, setting the container in front of him and set his hands on the counter separating you two. Tilting his head a small smile formed on his lips. His long hair falling on the side of his face.

"Well I'm not taking it back, I'm I?" He slid it towards you.

"Take it to go."

"Listen-" you started.

"You're not hungry?"

"It not that..."

He slid it further towards you.

"Take it."

Pressing your lips together you gently grabbed the fork but failed as your dominant still resigned in the thick blue cast. The metal fork fell back onto the plate, creating the loud eerie sound that made your teeth hurt.

You tried again.

Failed.

Again.

Failed.

At this point you can feel heat rising in you, your ears running hot, your neck forming small beads of sweat. You never felt so... embarrassed and nervous? Your broken hand restricted you the mobility to pick anything up.

You didn't need to look up to see Seonghwa smug growing wider and wider.

"Need help?"

"No, I... I got it," you failed again, the fork now falling off the plate. You sighed heavily, using your other hand instead. But of course, since it wasn't your dominant hand, all you did and could do was stab the bun right in the middle.

"Ah-ha.."

You heard Seonghwa's chuckle and lower his head, hiding his face.

"F/n, do you need help?"

"No, I got this.."

You successfully put your homemade bun in its container, the only problem was... getting the fork out.

"Yes... sorry what were you saying..?" You asked leaving the fork perfectly sticking out of the hot dessert. Seonghwa's shook his head.

"Nothing..." he answered, the smile on his face slowly fading. The male licked his teeth, tasting the trapped cinnamon in his teeth.

"I actually brought you here to talk.." his statement made his words sound almost shaky, and sort of filled with uncertainty.

"Sure... anything wrong?" Your words coming out as a whisper.

He shook his head no.

"It not really about you in general, it's about what you want to know..." he said.

You blinked.

Seonghwa thought if he's on hiatus, he mightiest well get to know you. You haven't talked to much people in the building. From Mingi's report, you never talk to him in a way to know him, or he never tries to engage in having a conversation with you. As far as he knows, only him, Mingi and Jongho talked to you.

He couldn't help but feel kinda bad at your sudden loneliness. He does see your body became smaller. He began to question whether you obtain skills to be able to feed yourself or making enough to buy yourself food. He did remove the dog from your care. So why do you look so... tired?

"Only three questions, go." He commanded, looking straight on.

"Umm.."

"Quick!"

You stumbled on your words for a bit but soon found a quick question.

"...Do all of you guys have abilities?" The question has been nagging you for a while. Yeosang, Seonghwa, Jongho, and Wooyoung are the only people you've seen with your own eyes. If you're gonna live here, it nice to know who you're living with.

Seonghwa bit his lip, looking down and yet another smile appeared.

"Not all of us..."

"Well what are they?" His brows rises.

"You told me you'll answer them.." you remarked and he sighed, putting his hand together and rested on his elbows. "Well... I have the ability to levitate things... telekinesis is the scientific name... " he said, breaking eye contact with you, his eyes landing on the fork in your now cold dessert. You tracked his eyes, finding the fork now levitating and spinning clockwise in a fast pace.

"Wooyoung as you know, is a super soldier... and so am I," you pressed your lips together, looking back to him with questioning eyes.

"I thought they go rid of that serum..? It's illegal..." Seonghwa's shrugs.

You bit your lip, furrowing your brows, thinking hard.

There was a lot of scandals around the super soldier serum. You know Bucky and Sam ran into some individuals who carried it but after that, you never thought the serum would stretch far, let alone Korea.

"Don't think too much about it... he wouldn't give you much thought, it's only fair..."

You nodded but still carried it in the back of your mind. The male does have something out for you. You don't know what.. but that's not your current mission, it would probably never be. You don't feel responsible for his anger.

"Jongho is a mutant... you know, the tail... he can phase through things and teleport," you nodded, impressed.

"What do you think of him?" Seonghwa's asked, cycling around and sitting back beside you.

"Well he's nice, and resourceful..." he raised a brow.

"You were never scared? You know his tail, sometimes glowing eyes..?"

You shook your head, knowing how people treat his kind; mutants that is. "I think it's pretty cool..."

You paused. "You think he'll get mad if I tried to touch it?"

"Then you wouldn't need a pen to sign your death sentence..." Seonghwa joked, to which you chuckled a bit. "Noted."

The conversation went on, Seonghwa continuously talking about his team's abilities. Finding San didn't have any including Jiwoo.

Hongjoong can read people thoughts, and view their memories if he can touches them. As of now, he leaning to control the consciousness of people minds and maybe get into it. To which you found cool yet scary at the same time. Mind control is something that's wasn't new to you. You've been mind controlled before, it wasn't pretty. You ended up hurting a lot of people... including some you love. One way to describe it is: a horrible hangover.

Yunho has ferrokinesis, the ability to manipulate iron and many metals. You found it odd, he never used it. But you're willing to see it in person.

"...Yeosang?"

This time he shook his head. "We don't know what is... but it's not power, it's curse..." he spoke the last words with a bite. Seeing his teammates so vulnerable. Cry in pain, having to change his environment just to keep it at ease. Ever since that American mission, Yeosang 'powers' developed. He has no family history of it, meaning something must've happened in the west. Yeosang has no memory or getting, let alone going on the mission.

Whoever put their hands on his teammate is still out there, somewhere. That's why Yeosang doesn't do overseas missions anymore.

Mingi- to which you found surprising, can heal.

"What? Heal?" You question, completely shocked. Seonghwa's laughed, his deep voice softened, "why are you shocked?"

Your lips twitched, "well... he's so... hard and stoic."

If Yunho was here, he would've made a dirty joke about his best friend. But that didn't stop Seonghwa from chuckling a bit.

"Wha..?" You asked softly.

"Nothing..." he smiled, running his tongue over his front teeth. "You called him hard..."

"He is!- he's so hard, I genuinely don't think he can't get soft... is he soft? like with you guys? I'm sure of it, he doesn't like me I can tell." you almost made Seonghwa choke on his spit. You watch him turn his spinning chair away from you.

"The ice could be melting- no the metal could be melting and he refuses to see! I thought Karina was odd, but him, he kicks the bucket..." you turned to him, "What?... what's wrong? Was it something I said?" You asked, completely lost.

Now you had the pretty male cackling, his back facing you. His laugh made your heart skip a beat for a second, you haven't made someone laugh that hard in a while. It made you feel fuzzy. Your stomach flipped and butterflies began to fly. A friend. A real friend. With those dynamic you've see on instagram; those 'you and me' or 'me and my bestie' photos. You hope maybe you could be one of them someday. Your imagination for a 'normal life' is totally different. Versus how you ended up here.

Seonghwa recovered. You grabbed him a tissue for his watery eyes to which he thanked you for. The conversation soon continued after that. The chat leading to Karina.

He liked his lips, eyes focused on nothing but spaced out a bit, "she's a witch."

"How so..?" You asked, placing a cap over your bun.

"I mean she can do almost everything... it's not full confirmed but... I think she's a blood witch... I worry it might rip her apart..." he spoke in a low tone, worrying about his teams. You found it, somehow- even more attractive, the fact that he cares so much about his team. He did end up making all those buns for a reason. He knows after that party, they're gonna need something sweet after all of that alcohol.

More of a reason to talk to you. He could be sleeping but chose to talk to you instead to pass time till they come back.

A mom and dad right there. Looking back to your container, your perfectly glazed bun. You only thought of how he wouldn't have never gave you one if he wasn't interested. Being friends that is... he certainly not looking for someone.... You mean, someone like him definitely gonna be taken... right? Your thoughts soon fell on Karina words the other day.

"I think you should ask him out..." Karina said, lying on your bedroom's floor. It was about 10pm on a Thursday night. Karina swing by to say hi just as you were about to doze off.

"Who?"

Turning around and onto her elbows. "Seonghwa's duh.."

You shook your head. "Nope, not happening."

Karina pouted. "Or just hook up with him?"

Lying on your bed, you turned your head, looking down to her. Slowly shaking your head in disapproval and disappointment.

"No?"

"No.

"Oh come on now!"

Karina sat up, scooting towards you.

"I heard he uses his power to-" quickly covering your ears with your pillow under your head, you shut your eyes tight and screamed. She continued to talk despite your loud voice. You didn't want his image ruined.

"KARINA!!"

"A blood witch?" you looked tensely into his eyes. "Like Wanda?"

He shrugged. "Karina can be dangerous, just be careful ok?" He turned to you, looking into your eyes. Looking for something, for you to confirm your safety.

You were taken back a bit. She's been nothing but sweet to you. She always offering to hang out (as in going out) but you would shut them down. Why? You're too nervous. It's been a while since you had someone that close. Close enough to make friends or to have a girls talk, which is something you craved for- for years. The closest you've been with her was arm.

"Next question." He stated.

Another question that has been bothering you was the organization after you, Nuclear. It been mention a couple of times, on and off but since you have a chance to learn some more, why not do so?

"...Who's and what's Nuclear?"

You felt the room drop and Seonghwa's chest slightly tightened at the sudden mention of the name.

"Nuclear..." he repeated, as if he was testing how the name would roll off his tongue.

"They're an organized crime group, formed from Russia, they traffic girls, and turn them into widows," he said, not staring at you, looking straight ahead and keeping a serious tone in his voice.

You blinked, slowly beginning to connect the dots. "Like Black Widow and her childhood enemy?"

"Yup." He corrected.

You looked back forward, trying to process the information. Trying to tie the dots together.

"I thought he had died..."

"Oh his is, but he had successors, to which are still looking for you..."

You looked over you to him again, scratching the bowls glass sides. Your thumb nail slipping only to repeat the action.

You both sat in a comfortable silence, swinging your legs from the high chair.

"Mr. Park." You called gently.

"Hm?" He hummed using his powers to open a cabinet and made two glasses fly out of it. You watched them land gently on to the marble counter just as another cabinet from beneath it opened. A clear golden liquid danced in the glass bottle as the cap popped off before it tilted itself to pour the- what you assume is alcohol- into the two glasses.

After watching it, you turned to see him focusing on pouring you two a shot. His eyes were tensed, but his body was calm and relaxed.

You couldn't help but trigger something that made him suddenly pull the alcohol.

"Sorry."

"Huh?" He asked. The shot now sitting in front of you.

"That question must've touched something it shouldn't have..." you apologized.

He shook his head. Resting on his hand, head facing you with a smile on his face.

"I like you F/n," he stated which made your brain go blink. This guy seriously doesn't think before speaking..!

"Oh- Oh... thanks." You answered, putting both hands around the small glass. Shaking the glass gently, you were hesitate to take that shot. You never drunk. You're scared of the bitter taste, not wanting that to be the last thing on your tongue before sleeping.

"I like you too- I mean you're fine- like you're nice, at least to me... I mean you can still kill me... but I don't think you'll will..." you rambled, now grabbing the fork from your bowl and began to play with the handle. You would rambled, going on without much thought of what was coming out of your mouth, all while he teasingly smiled and nodded at every odd word coming from your mouth.

"...You won't right?" You whispered, giving his a quick glance, eyes falling back to your drink as you noticed him looking at you.

The corners of his lips twitched. He noticed this- He noticed this for a while. It's something his gonna get out of you, one way or another. So he thought of something...

He nudged your elbow with his. Turning back to him, you noticed his mouth open, as if he was trying to find words.

"Jagiya, how about this: If you can hold eye contact with me, I'll... do whatever you want..." his challenged, looking straight into your eyes, the corner of his plump lips lifting.

"...How long..?" You asked, rolling your hand on each side of your shot glass. You didn't face him when you asked, only giving him more of a reason to believe you won't last two seconds.

"40 seconds." He answered quick and easy. Turning his body to you, his caressed his thighs, his thick ring nearly getting caught on his pants. You watched his fingers squeeze them; probably for stress and tension relief.

But you couldn't help but fire them a quick peek.

"For-ty-sec-onds." He taunted, leaning in closer.

"And I'll do anything for you, F/n..." his whispered. The fork suddenly flying straight out of your hand, shooting straight forward, impaling the kitchen wall.

Oh...ok...

"Okayy... I'll do it, just hold on..." you replied quickly as his bubble came closer to yours.

Turning to him, your knees touching his, your eyes shifting between anything but him.

"You're already breaking the rules."

"The game didn't start..."

"Game? it's not a game." That alone made you look at him. A dirty smile forming on his lips once more.

"For me it is, for you, It shouldn't be..." you gulped. Not noticing his hands sliding closer to your knees. He leaned in, closer to you.

You held it, for a couple seconds, about 20 seconds before you flinched. His hands made its way to your thighs. When your body reacted, he immediately lifted his hands but you grabbed his wrist, leaving them where they were. His hand were now gripping them, the muscles were almost hard, showing how fit your thighs were. It kinda felt like a stress ball.

"F/n..? Sorry... I-"

You squeezed your eyes shut. "My thighs are ticklish..." you whispered, letting go of his wrist. But he didn't move, still in his leaned-in pose. A breath escaped his nose, a dry chuckle.

"Ahhhhh- You cheated tho, I win.. what's my prize?"

He bowed his head, hiding his face.

"Me, tell me and you'll receive.." he answered removing his hands from your thighs.

Easy game. Seonghwa loves to play this game on conflicted feelings. He played this 'do this and I'll do anything' a couple time. People who are drawn to his handsome sculpted face would want nothing but to eradicate his body, hear what his sounds like, rip him apart for pleasure.

This is a test for him, not a game. But last a test for you. Just to see who you really are. Was he wasting his time? He couldn't help it, it's either you two get it over with sooner or later. Because he feels like later might be too late.

You could ask anything... anything! Ask someone who can do anything to do anything! You hit the real jackpot! Karina words ringed in your head, your thought cloud was covered in her dirty words. Your body wanted it, your lonely soul wanted it.

Your eyes landed on his warm hands gripping your slightly shaking thighs. His thumb moved slightly, the pads pressing down hard.

Then it hit you. He was actually trying to tempt you. Trying to make you want it. But due to the lack of any type of intimacy. The touching didn't make you crave it, only made you even more nervous. And your excitement quickly turned hysterically shy.

Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you gently pulled his hand off one of the most sensitive part of your body. You smiled before saying what you wanted... it was a simple and respectful request.

One Seonghwa didn't see coming.

"Can I get a phone plan?" You asked, which made Seonghwa's smile drop from ten to one.

"I- I can't do that.." he muttered, removing his hand from the warmth of your thighs

"Oh come onnnn... I promise it's for a good reason!" You used both hand to grab one of his biceps and shook it gently.

"F/n I can't, it's against the rules..."

"It's my prize..." you whined.

"And you'll get one, just not that, now asked again." His demanded calmly, leaning in a tapped your nose gently.

After a small talk, you both concluded that this was the end of your night. You sat in his room for over an hour.

It was nice, like talking to an old friend, you could do this more. Just not during your bed time...

"No work.."

"Huh?"

"You said you had work..." Seonghwa walked around the counter, taking your dirty dish. "Your broken hand... Kim already cut your schedule, check in with Jongho in two days..."

"But-"

"That's an order, Jagiya." Biting your lips, you nodded, squeezing your container.

"Yes sir..." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Never call me that..." he said taking both glasses, both shots still in them.

"What then?"

"... Seonghwa... and no more Mr. Park... I'm only a year older than you, I'm not that old," he said turning around to the sink. "Have a good night F/n," he said and you gently returned him a smile.

"Goodnight... Seonghwa..." you bowed slightly and took your exit, navigating through the halls and back to your room where you found Marshmallow now on the other side of the room; it seems she moved her bed near the open window for some air.

You sighed and put the now cold bun into the fridge before heading to your comfortable sheets.

After leaving his kitchen, Seonghwa was now sitting in his office, brought his legs up on his desk, sighing and recalling the night he had with you. He looked at the two shot that remained untouched.

"She's definitely something, isn't she?" He mumbled, typing something on his phone. One hand on his phone and the other on his thigh. The ghost of your warm shaking thigh still lingered on his palm. He sighs, feeling kinda bad and surprised at the fact he pulled a move on you. He knew you wanted to fall into the temptation, but chose not too. He got rejected, and this time it didn't hurt. He could only smile.

Turning back to his phone, he requested exactly what you wanted, despite what he told you.

You laid in your bed, eyes still wide open, thinking about the night. Seonghwa, the powers, Karina, Mingi... You had so many questions to ask him, but he's not the best person you can talk to. You just can't seem to 'talk' to him without any eye contact or becoming a stuttering mess.

"UGH! how can I be so stupid?!?"

You ran your hands up and down your thighs in a stressful manner. Immediately the thought was replaced with the phantom of Seonghwa hands squeezing them. His long fingers with his thick rings pressed your squishy muscly thighs.

Then you realize something... did someone just try to make a move on you...?

NEXT MORNING BOUNS

"I can't give you want, sorry I'll risk people tracking you." Seonghwa's said as the sun came back up, he meet you outside of your room. He leaned against the entrance of your room by the wall.

"You said you wanted to make a call?" He asked, taking out his phone.

"Use mine." He called. Nudging it to you. You grabbed the phone gently and began to type away the number on the phone pad.

"Can I take it into my room for a second?" You asked to which he silently hummed and gestured his hand to your door.

You mumbled a small thanks and quick entered your room to make a quick phone call. It ringed a couple time before the person on the other line picked up.

"Hello, this is Happy Hogan speaking."

"HAPPY!" You yelled.

"... yes?"

"It's me, F/n. F/n L/n..."

"..."

"Holy shit kido! How are you?" He yelled by in the same tone as you. To which you smiled brightly.

"I'm ok, kinda got myself in a pickle but-"

"You want me to get you out of the pickle?" The older head leaned back against his office chair. His shoulders relaxed after hearing a familiar voice.

Happy was Tony Starks personal assistant. You guys formed a bond between the years of working with the avengers. He was the one who fit the perfect father figure after the first foster one failed. He kinda was the one who kept you from fighting in all of the chaotic wars the Avengers were in as you weren't a legal adult.

"unfortunately you can't help me in this one- I'm just curious, do you remember that one guy... um- oh! Aldrich Killian!?"

"That fire-y bastard?"

"Yeah, you don't happen have an injection for a user...?I'm trying to... you know..."

There was a pause on the line.

"Holy shit F/n, what did you get yourself into?"

NOTES

❌ • You're growing a soft spot for Yeosang. Something about him makes you comfortable despite his weird nature

❌ • Hongjoong and Yunho run a secret therapy program outside of the therapy circle

❌ • with that phone call; You can't do much as of right now, but you can aid the ones who can

❌ • F/n been feeling low lately but after the night she had with Seonghwa, she started to feel a little better and less anxious

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OUT ON WATTPAD TOO

I am so sorry for the wait. I got constant blocks, it was already written but i wanted to edit it to make it more interesting but it got SOO messy. This chapter is over 12k words the draft is over 14k. I CUT SO MUCH.

I also had been busy with school and finals are almost over 🎉 I'll be going home to rest for about a bit so I hope I can get out of this writers block! Till then, thank you for your patience. Take care of yourselves and I <3 y'all.

Also genuine question, how do we like the MC?

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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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Waking up the next morning, you only wished to not meet the low grey ceiling and your high luxurious one. It took you a couple of seconds to snap yourself back to reality.

Another day. Shit.

The second you swallowed, your throat itched. It felt like a nasty blockage when you did just that. As a result, you could only let out a cough, letting out a distorted noise.

"Do you know it's almost 10 in the morning!?" A annoyed voice spoke made you spike up in an instant. Your small dog immediately jumped and began to bark at the mysterious woman.

"And get rid of that dog!" An old woman stood at your door with a large cart filled with cleaning supplies. Brooms, gloves, buckets, you name it! She looked grumpy, like a landlord that hasn't received her tenants rent money. Her fuzzy gray hair was messy, showing her hours of work.

"Well are you just gonna sit there or help me? Seonghwa said you'll help me! Young ones these days..." Seonghwa. Fucking Park Seonghwa did say that you have things to do instead of being locking in your small room.

But a job as a custodian is all he could think of?! She looked at you. "You didn't know..?"

"K...Know what?"

"That you're supposed to be in the custodian lobby at 8, which was 2 hours ago!" You stood up in a panic, not wanting to further her aggression.

"I never was informed... d...do I even get a uniform..?" hearing her sigh in annoyance and turns back before handing you a jumpsuit. It was big. "Put this on."

"It looks big."

"Quit whining!"

"I don't even have a toothbrush to wash up or-"

"Your stuff has been on the locking dock for a day now. Get them before they throw it all out!" She spoke fast in Korean, waving her bright yellow glove in your direction. "Now get ready!" Was all she said before slamming your door shut.

You side eyed Marshmallow who was giving you the same look. Her tail inbetween her legs and her barking stopped. "O...okay..."

After throwing on the large janitor uniform on, you walked with the woman you learned named Mrs. Kim, the head custodian of the building.

She lectured you on who's boss around, telling you that you have to do your task- all while her words just went through one ear and out the other.

"Oh... uh-huh..."

"Take requests? yeah... right..." You both stopped at a large door that had a keycard access only. Kim swiped her card and opened the door.

"Since you didn't know what was coming, I'll let you off the hook for today, won't happen again!" She walked deeper into the fortress, boxes and crates presented. Probably filled with weapons or some sort, passing by some that marked 'Shield' and oldies branded 'Stark industries'. Crazy how both worlds are tied, both fighting similar wars.

"The planes and jets are just above us, don't get scared," Kim spoke, limping her way to another entrance just as there was a large gust of wind and the ground under shook for a second.

Kim seems unfazed while you had to stand there for a couple of seconds before pressing on.

When it came to view, you immediately recognize some of your stuff you had held in your apartment. Rushing to it like it was the last thing you were gonna see. Picking things up immediately, you looked at them like they were ancient artifacts. "But how..."

"The handsome young lieutenant was able to recover some things for you. Just needs like your bathroom products and what-not." You pull your clean bed sheets from the bin and sniffed it, the smell intoxicating your mind to ease. Seeing your shoulders relax, Mrs. Kim could read your body language and she knew she hit the jackpot.

"NOW, take it back to your room and meet me in the lobby, you only have 10 minutes, if you are a no show, you're on your own..." you wasted no time and threw back in the things, letting out a struggled noise and pushed the heavy cart back to your room. It wasn't home but with these stuff, you surely can make it seem like it again.

You didn't have time to unpack and your 10 minutes is almost up, simply leaving the cart in your room and sprinted to the room Kim said she was waiting in.

Unnoticed by you, San and Wooyoung stood from a distance, watching you speed walk down the large corridors in your weirdly large uniform. "And why are we here?"

"To spy on her-" "To spy on her..." Wooyoung turned to the taller male who's giving his a side look. "Ya, if you don't want to be here, go. I'll take care of this."

"And what? stalker her?" San asked.

"WHATTttt... I'm not stalking her... I'm simply and respectfully observing..." Wooyoung said, crouched by a wall and peeking around it just about the right amount. "Sure... peeking around the wall, sneaking into Seonghwa's office the see where she's holding is definitely not stalking behaviour..."

When you disappeared out of sight, Wooyoung stood up straight. "What if she's a spy?-" "if she was, why would she be here?" "Don't know, Maybe because the General put her in an old storage closet?"

San shrugged, "I mean..."

"We have other rooms to place her in, rooms we're meant to be lived in, now she's left to live in a 3 by 4," Wooyoung turned to look at your room's door and San sighed in defeat. He didn't entirely trust you, but to be honest, he somewhat had respect you after you kicked his ass in that parking lot and survive two gunshots.

No one drilled excitement into him in a while during that fight. Wooyoung? He not sure if he's just stalking you because of embarrassment; finding anything to get you out of here. San almost found it kinda childish nonetheless.

Barely making it with 2 minutes left, you walked into the large lobby where two other people dressed like Mrs. Kim stood, talking to her. "Ah it seems like you made it!" One of them greeted, he seemed to be in the same age group as Kim, the other one as well. Great. You're working with the elderly. What could possibly go wrong?

Kim, the grumpy one's personality is far from the others. The two others greeted you with warm smiles in which you replied with a small shy bow by getting the elders attention. "Finally a young one, my back has been killing me..!" Another woman spoke.

"What's your name, sweetie?" The elder male expressed, eyes filled with curiosity.

"My name is, F/n L/n" you shyly marked.

"Oh your Korean is really good," He commented and you only smiled and nodded. They both grabbed your hands and arms suddenly, guiding you to the couches.

"Have you eaten?" "Do you want water?" "I have bread and oranges." The elders didn't waste time and immediately began to feed you breakfast like you were their child. Grabbing their chopsticks and putting their hands under your chin in case the food would fall.

When you walked in you thought it would be tiring and stressful working with these older individuals but now you can't help but feel warm. Your heart pumping blood in and out at a fast pace. The way they immediately aided you made you feel special. A feeling you never felt since your parents passed.

"Enough... now let's get to work." Mrs. Kim spoke in a strict tone, making both elders stop talking and picked up your empty plate for washing. You immediately got up and bowed in respect to the two elders.

Here's how your day is gonna go: since there is only 4 janitors in the whole HQ, you are assigned to work on specific tasks. Involving: office cleaning, paper towel changing, filtering the blow dryer, cleaning the water fountains for mold, cleaning the cafe after use from the workers, accepting task on your iPad requested by others in the building and last, taking out the trash at the end of your shift. Piece of cake. Kim gave you a iPad for your tasks with a personal cleaning cart with equipment and sent you on your merry-way with no questions to ask as she was already late for her task she missed an hour prior.

You can take breaks but only 4 times for 15 minutes or take a full hour. You'll have to check in on your iPad so Kim knows how long you were on your break. ₩17,135 ($17) is your pay for every hour. It's not bad. Free shelter and working as a janitor, you'll have to celebrate by buying Marshmallows some food before getting back.

How bad can it be?

"O...Kay..." you sighed, walking and pushing your large cart up and down the halls. 3 hours seamlessly passed quickly. You having checked the bathrooms already and cleaned some work spaces in your area, you found yourself walking meaninglessly before getting a notification on your iPad.

"There a mess request in 8-9 Squads lobby, by KA." You look at it and accepted it immediately as you're just walking around, waiting for something to happen for about an hour.

"Let's go..." you sigh, tired.

You heard shouting through the door as your carts wheels rolled closer to it. You could only prepare your introvert-self to talk some sense into the people on the other side of this door. You swiped your card, unlocking the door and pushed your cart in the room. But just at the door closed and the chatter stops.

Your eyes took a while to adjust to the sudden sunlight radiating through the large glass walls. The lobby screamed nothing but luxury. The dark leather couches and walls cover in expensive items. Fur carpets under the large couch that stood in the middle of the room.

A small bar like kitchen stood onto the side of the room on the left. On the far right side, more luxurious items sat on pillars and paintings hung while a large vintage piano took most of the rest of the space.

There's a huge difference between this lobby and yours (janitors lobby).

One thing you didn't see till it was too late was the people standing inside the room.

"Oh you got to be kidding-" you whispered in English, dropping your arm after shielding your eyes.

"Well shit." Wooyoung cursed, his arm crossed over his chest after his eyes landed on you standing at the entrance. You shifted your eyes to the other people in the room. If you remember correctly, one of the male beside Wooyoung name is San. His sharp gaze, sense of style, and just the way he carries himself is all-time intimidating.

But that was then, now he wore a simple long sleeve shirt with a whole neck line. Sweatpants, like he was off for the day.

Mr. Uber, Yunho. The guy who shot you, is unknown, he stood in the room but you never got his name. A broken vase laid on the marble ground, its fancy decor destroyed and scattered. There stood, as you remember, the mutant, Jongho; His tail swinging left and right slowly. Crouching down, by his legs sat a beautiful woman. A mole under her lips, large eyes and long black hair. She wore a large leather jacket with a t-shirt underneath it and black tights with the same coloured leg warmers. She stared up at you before her eyebrows furrowed.

The silence was loud. You couldn't blame them, the last time they saw you was when they kidnapped you or when they tried to take your life. Everyone just stared at you and you only awkwardly stood there, gripping your cart's handles.

"Um... someone requested a clean up in this ro-"

"I did!"

The female stood onto her feet immediately, her expression never changing. Eyes full of uncertainty. Almost as if she didn't want anyone to speak for her.

"Ka?"

"S..stands for Karina.." now she's nervously began to play with her spinning ring but her attention was still on you. "...Okay..." you whispered, grabbing your broom and long dustpan, you made your way to the broken vase on the beige flooring. Arriving to the scene, Karina and Jongho stepped back to give you space. "What happened...?" You raised a brow, trying to ease the tension and the staring eyes.

"Wooyoung broke it. A ₩ 697,000,500 vase, by the way..."

"Don't use my name."

"Why not?" Karina asked.

"Because I don't want her to know it..."

Wooyoung's spoke in a harsh tone. Just as he was about to turn around to walk back to the couches, till he catched you staring at him. Your eyes on the side, giving him a side stare with squinting them. Wooyoung's stopped and turned his attention back to you immediately.

"Something wrong?" He asked seeing that you were still looking at him the same way.

"No, why?" You questioned.

"You're side eyeing me,"

"I am now?" The fixed your attention onto Karina once more. "Didn't notice..." you sighed then hear him tick his tongue, turning his body to you and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you have something to say?"

"Hey, leave her alone Woo..." San warned, now laying on the couch, playing on his gaming console. "Yeah, leave her alone." Karina joined.

He only click his tongue before retreating back to his spot on the soft cushions. You did the same, brushing and pushing the small pieces into your dustpan. "Sorry about that..." the female voiced.

Her stance almost reminded your of a girl whose nervous to express her feeling to her crush. You found her body language odd, but you brushed it off.

"The vase or...?"

"Both." She says, pointing to Wooyoung quickly.

"I heard that."

"Good!"

Wooyoung's groaned in annoyance and Karina attempted to continue to make a conversation with you, to which you found still odd but didn't voice it. Her body language was of that of a shy person. You couldn't really judge due to you being shy yourself in a couple situations.

"...Sooo I see the boys have something against you..."

"No we don't." Yunho mumbled.

"Wooyoung does." Jongho pointed.

"If you were, there you would understand, night crawler.."

"What's call me?" Jongho asked, turning his head to dark haired male.

"It's because she beat your ass?" Hongjoong said, adjusting one of his thick rings as the lobby fell silent, leaning against the couches armrest beside Yunho. "Quite literally threw you," Hongjoong swung his arm up to imitate your actions when you fought him. He looked over to you as he did it.

"You know..? Where did all of that super soldier serum go?" Mr. Uber, Yunho, cheeks reddened at the comment, trying not to laugh.

"Wait- you guys actually know each other?" Karina asked, turning to face you and the males in the room of an answer. But even so, it was as if she wanted to see your face- or more so- make eye contact. Between the small interaction you two are having now, she can already see that you lack the confidence to even do so.

Guess you found a similar trait between her and Seonghwa.

Odd, she seems intrigued in you and you don't even seem or feel interesting. And she's quick to find much information about yourself just by having a conversation and asking questions. Maybe she just interested and nothing more but you couldn't shake it.

"Yeah..." you started, not continuing. The other female raised an eyebrow. "Um... you're not gonna tell...?" You looked down slightly, standing up straight; taller than her. "Um they tried to kill me," You answered calmly.

"Jeez.."

"Yeah... it was cool..." San spoke, his gaming console on his chest saying 'game over'.

As he laid there, you saw in the corner of your eye him waving his arms in the air.

"Kicked Wooyoung off of her like he was Raggy Ann,"

"Till you shot me.."

"That was Hongjoong..."

"And you're lucky with me and not him," He said pointing to Yunho, "then you would be missing a kidney and maybe split in half."

You looked to Yunho and nodded, "So that was you?"

His eyes landed onto yours, then looked around the room quickly, looking bit confused. "You know me? Well cause I drove you-"

"No." You shook your head, pushing the last piece of the broken vase into your dust pan.

Straighten out your back, you looked at him and pointed to him. "The scope you used on your sniper, I saw the glimmer from the building."

You wish you could laugh at his face, watching his jaw slightly loosened.

"You... you saw it?" He asked.

"...yeah..." you answered, pushing your bottom lip upwards, while nodding.

"Oh... well we're sorry," Yunho clammed.

"I'm not-" Wooyoung quickly interrupted.

"For trying to kill you. I think," Hongjoong started, looking at you with a smile, his eyes pointing to Wooyoung then back to you.

You nodded and pressed your lips together, processing his words, you tapped your finger on the handle of the broom, leading on one leg, squinting your eyes and looked at Hongjoong.

"Oh... well um.. I guess." You scratch the side of your head. As silence struck the room you invaded your eyes for a bit before falling back onto him. "No- I don't forgive you-"

"Oh- my-" San commented and the room fell silent again.

"Well..." Jongho started again.

"What? what am I supposed to say? Oh hey I forgive you?" You asked to clarify to which Hongjoong slightly nodded.

"Maybe?"

"Didn't you pay for her hospital bill?" San asked, pointing to him to which Hongjoong gave a small nod, "only half, Seonghwa paid the rest."

"SEE! Now forgive him." Wooyoung happily gusture his hand from your direction to Hongjoong who sat on the other side of the room.

"No.."

Wooyoung arms fell.

"It's fine," Hongjoong stood on his two feet before taking a few steps closer to the couch San was laying on, his short heels click against the hard marble ground.

"I shouldn't be asking for forgiveness when all I wished for was your death." He said lowly to which you didn't fright and stared right back into his pricing eyes. Leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand as they rested on the top part of your broom.

"Wish I could say congrats, but..." you joked, looking down to your stomach- you heard him huff from his nose before a quick smile appeared on his face.

"I'm actually surprised you survived to be honest..." San said, still not facing you.

"-so who won?" Karina asked hands behind her back, waiting for an answer. She looked excited almost like she was talking to a long lost friend. To her, it felt like it, to you? not so much.

"Well since I survived... I guess I did.."

"I think we did..." you lifted both of your brows in an offended manner before whispering.

"Ok..."

"Hey you're a janitor right?" Wooyound asked in a sarcastic voice, munching on some gum, making his jaw muscles move in motion. He turned his head to make sure his next words reached you better.

"You know they're grumpy and quiet.."

You avoided your eyes. "Okay...?"

"Especially in high school... you! are a high school Janitor so..." he press his thumb and pointed finger together and brought it across his lips. "Zip it."

You looked at Karina and she only gave you a nervous smile and shrug. "Sorry he's..." You closed your eyes and nodded as if you could understand his behaviour. You worked with people like him, met people like him. Clearly hard working, wanting everything to be perfect. Silly but never want to meet new people in fear of miss steps. Most Shield agents were cold. Your first foster father was of that sort.

You didn't feel like arguing tho. After making sure all of the shattered pieces were brush in your dustpan, you walked back to your cart to throw it out in your moving trash bin.

"Oh wait!" Karina holted, running to the back of the room and taking their trash bin. "Could you...?" You didn't hesitate and walked towards her, meeting her half way and took the small bin.

Just as you did, a figure emerged from behind a piller, holding a glass of a golden liquid. His hair was parted, straight but brushy, it looked like he woke up not too long ago. He wore a pair of large baggy sweatshirt and pants.

"Oh finally woke up huh?," Karina greeted with a small bow. She turned back to you but you were already looking at him. Her brows twitched slightly, eyes switching between you and him in almost disbelief and, for the first time, disappointment.

Everyone who laid their eyes on Seonghwa's handsome face, fell in love at first sight. She thought you were gonna be different... Maybe even... look at her instead. She is a beauty herself but between a tall, powerful male and herself, she couldn't compete where she doesn't compare.

But in reality you were fed up. Karina watched your face, scanning its detail to your side profile, your nose made a perfect proportion your head shape, down to the vein of your neck before her trained eyes we moved to Seonghwa's chilling voice.

"How's that jobs treating you?" Seonghwa asked from across the room, pointing to you just as his eyes landed on you. Sipping his cup of apple juice. His hair was messy but still pretty silky. His lips and cheeks were pink and it seems like he was barefaced.

"It's... fine."

He looked at you from top to bottom. "It... it Doesn't seem so.."

"You could've gave me something else.. then... you know?" You said, pulling on the uniform's fabric by your chest.

"Not my fault, The general gave you options..."

"And I never heard the others,"

"Because I picked for you."

"But don't you think I should've gonna a say?"

He shrugs. The boys and Karina in the room heads turning to each person who spoke, trying to put two n two together. You both talked like you knew each other, long lost high school buddies, calmly seeing each other after college.

"Wait, What were the others?" Yunho lazily spoke.

"Fight like us or clean like them..." he took another sip, not breaking eye contact. Still eyeing your new baggy clothing on the way. You looked at him with a small opened gaping mouth.

"Nothing...-"

"Nothing."

"Like... Nothing... else?"

"No, sorry,"

"At all?"

He shook his head.

You unintentionally pouted while nodding, mumbled a couple jiberesh words as you turned away. Not only to play off your aggression inside but to stop receiving looks from the male sipping what you assume is apple juice; it was still early in the day for an alcoholic beverage.

"Sooooo.... You guys seem to know eachother well..." Hongjoong started, playing the same Karina did, removing San legs from the couch and finally sitting next to him and crossed his legs over. The way he spoke was like he wanted an explanation but Seonghwa simply nodded and hummed, not wanting to elaborate further.

"That's it?" Wooyoung's spoke up, irritated. You watched him snapped his head in your direction, pointing to his friend. "How do you know him besides him saving your ass?"

"You should ask him that." You answered. He turned his whole body back to him. "How do you know her?"

Seonghwa's only shrugged.

Karina exchanged looks from you to him. Wooyoung sighed in defeat. "Boringgggg." Yunho commented from a far, raising his arm up high. He seemed tired. As if he just woke up or forced too, and was on the break to fall back.

As the people in room continued to question the relationship of you two, your mental smile dropped, reading their reactions and faces.

They're a team, you'll think they already know who you are and everything related to you; thus, Seonghwa's breaking and entering your home. Maybe he didn't want to admit it? Maybe he didn't tell anyone day of and left... or maybe he just doesn't want the others to know that he knows someone like you...

Your brain went empty for a second. wait-

"Wa... Wait you guys really don't know?" You asked quickly out the blue, your voice almost a whisper but since the room was silent, it was the only thing everyone heard.

"Well... He kinda broke into my house..." you explained without much thought.

"HE WHAT?!" Yunho yelled the loudest. Waking back up.

"Ohhhh, you got some explaining to do Mr. Park," San wrapped his hand around his console and used for a mic, he turned on to his lips. "Mr. Park is there a relationship between you two that wasn't on the night you met?"

The calm black haired male pointed to you for a second, still holding his glass of juice in the same hand. "I did not, like I said, you have a terrible placement for a backup key..." Seonghwa quickly defended himself, leaning against the pillar.

"That's crazy cuz you left out the window..."

"Um..? I enter your front and exited from your back."

Yunho snorted.

"Oh my god..." Karina whispered.

"Indeed..." you looked at Karina. "Took my last bag of macaroni, cooked it and ate it," When you first engage in a conversation back in the apartment, you were nothing but quiet. Now between all the interactions, he could see your slight anger seeping through.

Seonghwa could tell back in your apartment, how fed you as he invited himself into your apartment. It was late and you wanted to take your medicine and go to bed. The apartment wasn't even clean enough for guest, and made himself food then left without cleaning. He was just a random stranger who seemingly broke into your home and made himself dinner. Then had the audacity to eat it right in front of you and didn't even finish it.

"Seonghwa..." Hongjoong started, brows raised.

"What? I was hungry and she took too long..."

"I'm sorry when was this?" Jongho asked, leaning against the couch back rest, standing behind Hongjoong and San.

"-do you know how long macaroni takes to make..?" Wooyoung's stated.

"Tsk tsk, stealing a woman's food," San said playfully shaking his head, his gaming console back pointed to his lips.

"Now that's criminal," Yunho tiredly commented, pointing at you.

Wooyoung hummed for a second for getting up. Your eyes watched him walk over in your direction but also to the exit, before stopping a couple meters away from you. "So like... how long did it take to you notice he was in there? Like your house- Did you smell the food? Did you-"

"Kinda thinking of it I didn't... the window was open..." you answered, thinking about the encounter even more now.

San let out a dramatic gasped.

"Shit.." Yunho swore.

"He could've been there for hours..." Karina whispered.

"Oh.." you never really thought about it that way. Kind of thinking about it, the apartment was clean when you arrived. That realization almost made your eyes water.

No wonder he knew what to take for you.

"Don't you have work to do Wooyoung?" Seonghwa asked, gulping down the last bit of his apple juice. He licked his lips, the lasting taste of the fruit on his lips, eyeing Wooyoung while doing so. He was avoiding the questions. It can't be embarrassing? He was a lieutenant and a role model for others, so keeping a strong reputation is probably a priority for him.

You mean, hearing a confession about how he hung, cleaned and cooked in your apartment probably wouldn't look good.

Not sure why, but for some reason, it kinda hurt.

The frustrated black haired male hummed as a response, pinching his nose and gestured for San, who was already ready to take his own leave. Grabbing his coat off the couch's back rest and threw it onto himself.

"See you later Miss X.." San said, he pat your shoulder, walking past you with a cheeky smile on his face, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

"X?" You questioned.

Wooyoung just glared at you while leaving, only to be pulled by San just by the door to walk faster.

"Later Miss L/n," Jongho said, bowing slightly, walked by and phased through the heavy doors that closed behind you. You stood there dumbfounded before your attention was brought back to the people left in the room.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong were now standing beside each other, walking in the opposite direction with Hongjoong's hand on his shoulder, probably talking about what just happened.

The only people left were Karina and a now sleeping Yunho who clearing didn't get much sleep last night.

Wow, what a warm welcome...

"I don't know what's your situation is but I hope you'll like it here..." Karina started with a small smile, a genuine one. The corners of your mouth twitched.

"There's a small town down the road with a mall, I'm sure you can get some groceries there or something..."

"Thanks.." it was dry, not so hopeful. You did just had your life together, exploring the world without chaos breathing on your neck and death wanting to hold your hand. You actually had a life, a decent one at best, and now you're a forced janitor in a secret government headquarter, and is now unable to live and explore what you fought for. You weren't gonna act all happy and joyful, you left that life only for people fuck up their job (or so you heard)

"See you, I guess.." if Karina was a dog, you would've heard her whimper. The tone of your voice almost sounded broken, you were just talking just fine when the rest of the boys stood in the room. Talking to Seonghwa like you did, talking back to Wooyoung, now that the distractions were gone, the realization settled in.

After your home collapsed and your first foster father, your life was written by someone else and not of your own; Someone else's messy handwriting.

"You don't seem to know anyone... we could you know..." you chuckled a bit, the deep sound sending Karina in some sort of frenzy. She didn't really like that. Her chest even tightened a bit.

Shit. She thought.

"Friends with an assassin..." you whispered to yourself before turning to the gorgeous female. "Sure... if you have time.."

"Of course... it's nice to have another female friend around here.. besides Jiwoo of course," she awkwardly giggled but you nodded, tired, and agreeing to hang out when time rolls.

Hours later————>

Your first shift was over and you were exhausted. Your social battery was low and red. You wanted nothing more but to fall asleep for two days straight. But when you opened your rooms door, you realized your belongings were still in the centre of your room.

Your apartment is gone, but with these, you could definitely be creative and make this 3 by 4 more comforting.

And hour past just as you picked up the last object in your cart. Star lights.

"Jeez he went that far..?" You questioned having these lights tucked in a box under your bed for safe keeps. He really went through your whole apartment and didn't take a single tampon...

The cords were long and since it was a large storage room before, there was hooks on the ceiling which was a huge advantage in helping you hang them.

It was small but workable. Everyone starts somewhere right? Your mattress now sat on a large wooden pallet and covered the bed in thick comforting sheets. The bed is now looking like something you want to be back too rather then get away.

The star lights made you fell warm, not using the annoying small yellow light bulb in the middle of the room. On the windowsills, you had your crystals and figurines. In the corner, A small fridge (delivered previously in the day), the small 3 in 1 electric breakfast station you had in storage back home (and never used), a folded table tucked into the corner, and your plugin electric stove.

The table wasn't yours though... looking at it, you flipped it and realized that were was a note at the bottom.

'Thought it would be useful, your tables were too big - Your fav, Mr. Park.' He wrote in English. The writing wiggly but readable.

A small smile began to appear on your face before dropping. He's an assassin, but that doesn't necessarily make him cold and rude. If you think about it, he's been nothing but those things. He did save your life, so.. maybe gave him a chance? The chance to open yourself. Trust? But from his weird demeanour and having no knowledge of what's he's done in the past, trust isn't something you can magically hand him.

Your thoughts were cut by an aggressive banging on your door. You groaned loudly and got up. There wasn't a peephole, so you were forced to open it to see who it was. Upon opening it you were met with a tall male.

He wore a short sleeve tight turtleneck that hugged his biceps and a silver chain around his neck. Black cargo pants and a thick belt around the lower part his waist where his transceiver and a familiar baton hung. In his hands, sat a big cardboard box.

To you, his profession is in question. His strong jaw and perfectly structured face is that of a model. His hair was died white, frame and height speaks for itself. Ideal but only if you didn't feel him have any urges to kill you in your sleep.

"Um...Hi?" you nervously smiled.

"Song Mingi," he introduced himself sharply, clearly here for something and your gut didn't like it.

He sighed.

"How are you?"

Your smile dropped. "I'm sorry what?"

"I'm... checking. up. on. you.." he spoke slowly and you squinted your eyes before leaning in, turning your head to look down the hall.

"No, it's not a prank..." he then handed you the box in his arms. Just as his grip loosened, you felt the weight hit you like a bus. Your body almost tumbled down to your knees but you regained your posture just as quickly, brushing it off with an awkward smile.

"Oh thank you... what's this? If I can ask?"

"Not from me..." you looked up to him.

"Well, I paid for it but it wasn't my suggestion..." you raised a brow.

"...Seonghwa," Mingi plainly answered with a bit of hesitation behind it. He didn't like it. His superior's name rolling off of his tongue and into your ears, feeding you information. You could turn your back, get kidnapped or what not and everything he's ever fought for would be gone in the matter of time. He didn't like that.

The feeling of having no control, and you sure don't know what corruption you've brought to their system. The long hiatus, the group looking for you, and the squads in HQ. Everyone wants a piece of you because you know so much of both worlds. So much information in one person. This is what Mingi hates. And all he can do is watch from the side. But for now, he's gonna set something clear-

When you turned around to place down the heavy box in the corner, you could only freeze as you hear his heavy boots step in your comfortable room and the sound of your small room's door slamming shut followed by the sound of your lock locking.

You exhaled out your nose, your throat still throbbing and itching from every swallow, where's that inhaler? Closing your eyes, trying to keep a clear mind and studied your breath.

'He doesn't want anything... give him the answers he's looking for...'

"F/n (M/n) L/n." His voice low, his tongue rolled the last letter of your government name with ice on it. His confused demeanour was gone, now replaced with something along the lines of intimidation.

"Y..yeah." you shit yourself for stuttering. Turning to face him, you stood up and immediately noticed how close he stood, towering over you. You're not even short or a great distance from his height, be his aura was threatening, you almost raced past him to get away.

"I don't mind sugar coding it for now but-" he leaned down, inching closer to your face, holding cold eye contact. You didn't dare to do anything, you just stood there, intimidated. Though you felt like he was about to threaten you, you knew that he was all words no action.

"Take one step, tell anyone about this place, our names, our business- it's simple," his raised his brows for a moment, his eyes slight widen. "You break us," to pointed to your chest, "we break you, it's only fair." Eyes looking back and forth between yours.

"You can fool everyone with your fancy words and informational past, but you can't run in circles around me. One wrong move..." He focuses his gaze onto yours with intense eyes.

You stood there and watched him lean in closer his dark eyes never leaving yours. His eyes roared something you couldn't pinpoint. In that moment m, you felt the world stop, and the only thing you could feel was your shaking heated body close to his.

You wanted to move, but you couldn't.

In his deep chilling voice: "I never hurt the snake, I kill it. Am I understood?"

"..."

"Am. I. Understood?"

"Y...yes.." you nodded, still looking down and not to him. He didn't move. Just a small twitch with his eyebrow, his stance the same.

"Y-yes sir..r" you curse yourself for stuttering again and turned your head away.

You heard him hum then nod and rise to leaning forward. Suddenly hearing him crack his knuckles by his thumb. His thick rings clinging against each other. Just as he backed up and you exhaled as you were holding your breath back. Bad idea, you could've gotten an asthma attack.

"Starting tomorrow, I will be following you around HQ for any suspicious behaviour," that was when you lifted your head to look straight at him. His eyes were somewhere else, scanning your room. Till they weren't, falling back on you.

"What?" He asked.

"You can't be serious? I don't need a baby sitter.." you said through small pants.

"Never said you needed one," his placed his hands behind his back, his heavy steps shaking your figurines on your windowsill, clearly showing your room was on the unstable side of the building.

"And trust me, if I wasn't ordered to do so, I'll be drowning myself in my most expensive collection of booze."

You watched him pick at the Nintendo figures sitting on windowsill. Bayonetta and Kirby. If that's not enough to convince you of some sort of innocence, you don't know what will. You don't even know why Seonghwa even took them to begin with...

"Well, what time should I expect you then...?"

Placing his arms behind him again, rises and turned around back to you but his head and eyes were still set on observing your new room.

"You won't be expecting it," walking away from you to your door. He heard you sigh. In defeat, in annoyance? Relief? His doesn't know, maybe all. He opened your door and gave you a last glance. Your jaw tightened and you crossed your arms. He could almost see you pout in frustration.

"Welcome to our system, X." He exited your room, closing the door finally.

Just as he left, you felt the heavy weight leave your shoulders but you also felt threatened and challenged. Now you didn't like that. How is this supposed to be your room when you someone like Mr. Song running around giving statements like that?!

"Did you give it to her?" Seonghwa asked, sudden appearing around the corner just as Mingi was about to turn it.

The taller Male came to an immediate stop and stared at him before nodding as his question.

Seonghwa nodded. "You ok Mingi? You haven't been eating with us in the lobby for some time now..." Seonghwa stated, his brows furrowing upwards in worrisome.

"I'm fine, just caught up with some work..." His said plainly.

"You sure? I'm sure you first to know but we've been on hiatus of some time now," Seonghwa ensured gently. He then pointed to his belt.

"But you keep walking with your guns and gear."

"...yeah."

Seonghwa brows fell back to normal, blinking and letting out an exhausted sigh, "you can talk to me you know..."

"I know, I'm just tired.." he explained, stuffing his hand in his pockets. Seonghwa smiled and nodded walking by him. "Yunho was looking for you by the way..." he informed, walking past him before Mingi's voice formed again.

"...Actually, can I tell you something..."

Seonghwa stopped walking and turned around slightly. Mingi turned around fully, eyes full with slight worry.

"It's about Ms. L/n and Nuclear."

You didn't even notice that you stood in the same spot for a couple of minutes, running your memory on what had transpired a couple minutes ago, trying to spot and read his body language, reading tone in his voice. Scanning if he was serious or playing around. You felt like you had on a leash, having it consistently pulled on. Leading you to an unknown and dangerous destination. Dang. You're really trapped.

Blinking out of thought, you were about to rest, excited to sleep in your clean comfy sheets. But the excitement was short lived at the swirling smell of your clothing. The mix of sweat and trash reeks from your uniform. You certainly weren't gonna ruin your sheets with this disgrace of a smell.

"Did he smell me..?" You whisper, he did lean in close.

You need a shower.

Immediately jumping up onto your feet, you grabbed your towel from your cheap build dresser, your toothbrush, shower cap, and body soap. Kim briefly pointed out the female bathroom while walking around. The walls were tall and stoned. It was more pleasant to look at during the day, now standing in front of the entrance, you almost considered sleeping your reeking clothing.

Walking in, you noticed after the turns, the showers seem less scary and more appealing. The showers were simple, surprisingly simple given the rest of the building supplied with luxuries items. It was empty. Almost empty. You could hear someone having a late night shower like yourself. Hopefully they won't be a bother.

You found a shower that was available and open, but it rested beside the other person in the room. The other stalls were locked or out of order.

"Oh hello?! You think you could- oh!" Like a jump scare in any horror game, you jumped, almost dropping everything and fleeing but immediately calm after realizing who it was. Her hair was wet with bubbles forming on top of it, her pitch black hair covered her face, only her plush lips and her chin were visible but you remembered who she was.

Karina.

She grabbed the shower curtain and covered herself immediately, her cheek heating up fast, her ears burned red. First day and you're already seeing her naked? Oh how she's already dying from embarrassment.

"Oh... hi Karina..." you awkwardly replied.

You remembered her name!

"Hey, here to shower?"

You straighten up yourself, "yeah I'm a janitor so I smell like ass..."

"Ah I bet... need help with anything?"

Odd question...

"H-help?- N...no I'm ok.." she smiles before turning back and continued to wash the shampoo out of her hair. As she did that, you entered the bathroom beside her, leaving your belongs outside of it and striping inside before throwing them over the curtain. You turned the water on. The strong flow hitting the right places. Karina heard you let out a whimper and a moan at the feeling.

"Haven't showered in a while?"

"You have no idea..."

She laughed. "You know you're a celebrity in this place right?"

"I am?"

"Yup... I'm your number one fan..." she whispered the last part.

"Huh... How so?" But you heard her. The tone wasn't teasing, it was just out of curiosity. But the sound mix with the satisfaction of the water hitting your warm skin, the tone sent odd singles through her body.

"After we've met, I kinda snuck in and stole the report and security camera footage for your attempted assassination, You fought one of our best fighters and won.."

"Just nearly," turned your water off to start soaping up your body, making sure it's the only thing you smell while you sleep.

"Had to eat hospital food through a tube... that, to me, is not a win.." you heard her snort at your comeback.

"Ha... I guess..."

The bubble forming on your skin now slowly disappearing. The leftover water droplets on your face finding a way to your chin. The conversation went silent and you both enjoyed the rest of your shower in peace.

You changed into an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of pyjamas pants for the night. The cozy fabric rubbing against your body brought warmth and nostalgia as you wore the combo one-to-many times. It seemed like Karina had finished her shower first as right after you exited, she was already dressed in her pyjamas. She stood at the sink, barefaced, doing something you could only process as her skin care routine.

She smiled happily, handing you something as you came up beside her; about to leave. The large mirror in front of you with now when you noticed the height difference between you two. despite you being about 2 feet taller than her.

"Pads, unless you don't need..." she teased, slowly pulling back her arm towards her.

You instantly grabbed the box remembering Seonghwa didn't put any pads in your cart or any protective cushion to absorb liquid between your menstruation period, also... you're never gonna turn down free pads.

Except she still gripped the box, her sharp acrylic nails digging into the cardboard as she tugged harder. She let out a dry chuckle at your struggle but then you just gaved up and let go of the pad box.

"Wwwhatttt, giving up already..?"

"I'm tired, goodnight," you threw your towel onto your shoulder and continued to take your exit. Till you felt her iron grip-grip onto your wrist, pulling you back just so you can face her again.

You let out a tired sigh. Not fighting, Karina just playfully slammed the box onto your admin. Still holding your wrist, she smiled. "Can I walk you back?"

You only hummed. You didn't know if she was going after your neck or if she just wants to be friends. A or B, you didn't like the idea of her knowing where you'll be staying.

"We'll see..."

"Oh really..." and teasingly asked, packing her skin care into her small pouch.

You rolled onto your back against the wall before fully turning around and walking out of the shower smelling like a different person.

"So... are you in a relationship? Or are you rotting single...?" She asked, walking down the semi-dark halls beside you. She's been meaning to ask that question to verify your relationship status.

"Nope..." you kept it short and simple.

"'No' as in not you are in a relationship or?"

You didn't answer. Enjoy the stretch your legs are getting with not having to push a cart around. The silence was peaceful, which was surprising for being a government working building. But then again, it was a secret government building.

"Or no as in you're not interested-"

"It means I'm single, and will probably be forever..."

"You can't possibly think that...?" She informed, a smile still on her face.

"Too bad... I'ma be a maiden forever, which I don't mind actually... it can't be that exciting..."

Karina ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek, raised a brow. "I'm guessing you don't have sex life..?"

"I have a life that would make a novel, prequel, followed by a Tv series made 10 years later, running straight through with no cancellations, I don't need one of those..." you explained clearly not interested in making your life even more complicated as it already is.

You heard her laugh and stop walking (so did you), throwing her head back at your response. You, in your tired state, just stood there confused. Just waiting for her to be able to form words again.

"What's so funny..?"

"Ha...ha.. nothing.. your new place here will help you with that..." You raised both brows, looking down to her with exhausted eyes, struggling to stay open, but still curious at what type of drink Shakespeare had given her.

Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't help but notice how long and sharp her canines were. You're hella observant, and she's been nothing but sunshine and rainbows to you, so why are you just noticing them now?

"Sorry..." you apologized and she immediately stopped laughing, the smile on her face slowly dropping.

"No, I've haven't got a laugh like that in a while..." she turned to you. "Thank you..." you nodded nonetheless, not questioning as to why she even thanked you for a good laugh.

"But Seonghwa seems interested..." you two pressed on to your walk back to the dormitory building.

"In me..?" You raised both of your brows, eyes wide and looking down to her. You watched her nod her head and hum your question "Ha, you have a sense of humor..."

It was taking you a while to get back to your room. Till you realize it was because you and Karina were walking like the floor was lava. So slow, slow to keep this conversation going. For some reason, you were tired but you didn't want this to end.

It's been a while since you talked to someone without feeling pressured or shy away like Mr. Park, or anxious and almost having an asthma attack like Mr. Song.

"Really! the way he looks at you..." Karina pushed her bottom lip out, looking up and recalled what happened earlier today. Seonghwa went to your house, so there wasn't any camera for her to look at. There was a feeling in her chest, the feeling of not knowing what's happening in her squad. Call it miscommunication or having no communication... Seonghwa did go missing for a couple days but she didn't think much of it then.

"It's kinda weird.."

"Tell me about it, he stares at me look I'm the last burger on earth..." she looked at you weirdly, before smiling almost in a creepy way.

"Always wanting to make eye contact.."You added.

"Are you scared of making it..?" you might be tired but you could've sworn her eyes flashed crimson for a millisecond, nearly missed it. They remind you of someone you knew. Someone you haven't talked to in a while. Wanda. Usually her eyes would glow as a sort of intimidation.

"You shouldn't be...!" She yelled, turning her attention back on walking to her room. She speeded up a bit, but left you dumbfounded. Your brain was too scrambled to think about her answer. Before she took a step forward, you stopped her by pulling her arm back. Gently before releasing, trying to avoid much skin-ship.

"Wait.."

"What?"

You squint your eyes and looked into her intensely. "did your eyes just turn red?"

"Red?" She asked still with the small smile on her face, brow raising slightly. You know that face, that exact expression. A trick or a gaslighter.

"Yeah, like your..." pointed to your own eyes as a reference, The sleeves of your shirt rolling down elbow. Too which, made her eyes fall onto.

"I don't smoke, F/n," she explained, her eyes now back onto yours.

"I-I'm not saying you do, just..." you pointed again to your own, looking into her own, and she took a step forward. She watched your brows twitch in confusion, Your eyes switching between hers, trying to compare the two colors, but after a couple seconds, you couldn't help but relax your arm, making it fall.

"Forget it, it's fine," you sighed, turning around, but you felt a sudden force pulled you back using your arm, making you almost stumble backwards.

Her grip felt intense at first, trying to be as gentle as she can, you felt her cold fingers, run up your arm and pull your sleeve back revealing your bare skin underneath.

"You have a lot of scars..." she looks up to you. Her thumb now caressing the many scars leading up to your bicep. Her acrylic nails barely scratching them.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you how I got them..." you said smoothly and gently, a small awkward smile appeared on your face. Her actions slowly started to making you nervous.

"Hm..." Is all she uttered, looking back down to them with a gentle smile on her face.

"Karina..."

"..."

You still felt her now warm fingers caress your battle scars. One of her fingers tracking the longest scar. Three dotted scars were visible near your elbow, finding it to be the source/start of it. From your view, you watched her bat her lashes as she looked at the odd shape of the scar.

"...It looks like a centipede... or like you were.."

Gently running it up your arm till your bunched up sleeve and reversing it back down. Forcing you to turn your arm so that your palm was facing upright. Making you hold the underside of her arm.

"...Karina..." you called again, looking between her and your arm. It was like she was in a dazed.

"..."

You don't know what her intent was, but her finger and touch started to make your arm suddenly tickle. Put the tickled was fuzzy. It was nostalgic, but not in a good way.

She furrowed her brows, watching wrinkles appear on her forehead. "Were you-"

In the instant, you felt a quick jolt of electricity surge through your arm. Making you ripped your arm out of her warm hand grip and rolled back down your sleeve awkwardly and quickly. But not without giving it a quick scratch.

"Yeah..." you nodded quietly. You looked up back at her, her arms now by her sides, one hand still hold her fanny bag.

The tone of your voice sent out an alarming emotion. She triggered something and she didn't mean to.

After the meeting in the room, she could tell that you were a special personnel of some sort. You seem to be sad. And somewhat depressed in her eyes. Not only did your attempted assassination probably left a scar on your mental and physical health, she couldn't help but think what your past was like.

"I don't really like to talk about it.."

You took out your card, swiping and waited for the light to turn green. When it did just that, you opened the door to enter, holding it open for Karina. To which she gladly entered.

"...So where do you even stay..?"

You huffed in hopes of ease the tension "...Do you really want to see?"

She smiles excitedly but shook her head. "I'm tired, I sleep down this hall, so I'll catch you tomorrow..?"

You couldn't agree more, you were exhausted yourself. "Oh- oh of course! Next time..." you whispered the last part and nodded as Karina smiled and walked down the opposite direction to her room.

"Goodnight F/n!!" She yelled.

You waved, hearing her door slam shut and leaving you alone in the hall. You pressed your lips together, making them go thin. Maybe... maybe to won't be that bad... right? You could make or need a friend or two, couldn't hurt? Right? Shit, now you're doubting yourself to be able to approach anyone in this place...

You could still feel the ghost of her hand on your arm, causing you to scratch it again. When you meet up with Seonghwa, you'll have to ask for anti-itching cream. Scars don't just leave marks on your skin and have a mental impact, they can also be memories that could be relived in any moment of life.

The one on your arm was a permanent scar. From time to time you can still feel it eating at your skin again.

Then you suddenly remembered.

"Oh- Shit!"

Marshmallow!

NOTES

❌ • You think Karina is really pretty

❌ • Karina kinda gonna a thing for you and she doesn't know why, she also thinks the scars on your arm is badass ❌ • You were electrocuted and burned.

❌ • Mingi was ordered by the General to supervise you

❌ • Seonghwa feels on edge with that

❌ • Seonghwa never considered asking you what you wanted to do, he figured you wouldn't want to take part in fighting seeing that you came to Korea in hopes of getting away from it. So he made you of use.

❌ • The box that was handed to you was a microwave, one which Seonghwa forced Mingi to buy.

❌ • Mingi is the most trusted when it comes to the General; he was the first to be selected from the CIA, being one of the youngest on the task. He was at the beginning and followed the General for years- That's why he doesn't really like your arrival, he thinks you might compromise everything he worked for.

❌ • You thought about getting your scars tattooed over, but that would mean you would be covering your mistakes, so you left them as a reminder.

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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.

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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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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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"How is that when possible?" Mingi started, looking straight into his superior's eyes in disbelief.

The new information still trying to drill itself into his skull.

He eyed her even more and his palm began to sweat.

"Are you positive?" He asked again, brows furrowed.

Mr. Kim nodded, her hair a mess from sleepless nights, papers were scattered on her table and ground. Still also filtering out the new information on the recent mission's report.

A boiled up anger could be heard in her sigh. She doesn't know if she just dodged a bullet or simply placed an even bigger target on her homebase. She'll just has to pray they never find them.

"...should we tell her?" Mingi asked, his form the same.

Telling you that new information would probably crank your actions to 100, actions that would soon become regretful.

"No, you may inform Lieutenant Park, but her? No." She raised from her office desk, walking over to her open window where she open a small box of her favourite flavour or cigarettes, littinc her lighter before taking a poof out of it.

"How then-"

"For her, you'll make a cover up... say the target was an angry father from her past... come up with something with the files in hand..."

Mingi lips twitched then suddenly heard her chuckle.

"What?" He asked.

"I think we REALLY are in some deep-hole type shit," she took another poof. "And she's going to fall straight into it..."

"Mingi?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Watch her closely for me."

A bright light flashed from above your eyes. The strange light moving left and right, like a flashlight moving in a dark forest.

The heat raiding from the bright tool made you groan and tighten your eyelids before bringing your hand over your eyes to cover them. There was a small gasp just as you did and the heat with the light was gone after you heard a faint click.

You slowly opened your eyes to adjust to the lights of the room. They burned and felt dry. Your head felt like it was spinning with a constant pounding against your skull.

"You're up." A voice spoke making you turn your head towards them. They sat beside your bed with a small smile on his face. He wore glasses, with a simple coat and a turtleneck. His skin looked like honey, his era was almost powerful, rendering you nearly speechless. He was young but the vibe was saying otherwise.

Something flashed in to corner of your eye, waving back and forth. You could help but follow its movements as it had you in its focus.

A tail.

A thin tail, with a bush of hair at the end similar to his hair colour. That when you looked into his eyes and see it a deep orange. There was no way you could've stumbled into a room with a mutant.

"...Wha..." your throat sounded like nail against a chalkboard. He raised his hand as if he was stopping you from talking further. He turned and grab a cup of water with a straw. He drew it closer to you, while the same small smile on his face.

"Drink..." he commanded.

You just started at him, eyebrows furrowed. Popping onto your elbows, giving him a face a long the line of 'you can't be serious'; looking up and down from the cup then to him. He mumbled a small 'fine' smile dropping, before relaxing his shoulders and putting down the cup.

"You're probably confused, right?" You looked around the room. It looked like a nursing room in a large hall. A hospital almost. Not the hospital you were in all those weeks ago. Your senses came to, hearing the large earring fan siting in the corner of the nursing hall. Yellow-orange light rays through the large windows as the sun began to set. You dragged your hand across the soft and bouncy white blanket, gripping it to feel the material.

"My name is jongho, and I'm sure yours is F/N, correct?" You didn't answer and instead gave him a small nod and a hum. He stood up making you look back to him, seeing if he would try something. He picked up a clipping board, filling the paper and reading what's written.

"Your O2 is stable, your dopamine levels went down.."

"Where am I..?" He stopped talking, shifting his attention to you, eyes eyeing before setting down the clipping board. "I'll be right back..." he said walking to the exit.

You must be still drunk or on whatever you were injected with because you could've sworn, that the male just phased straight through the glass door. Though, you can't really blame yourself as you had a fair share of mutants in your life. For example, Seonghwa, he's telekinetic. Or Wanda... you think.

But it's now getting more weird.

You groaned, sudden remembering the what had happened to you previously. You were drugged for sure, the stinging headache still spiking your head. Pulling yourself from your bed, you immediately got up after Jongho exited the room. You weren't tied to anything just an IV inject into your arm. You wore the same clothing the day you were in the park walking Marshmallow. Just only your long jacket was missing.

Now thinking of it, Where is Marshmallow? Was the question running through your mind. The rest of what happened is a blur. But right now your focus is to figure out your surroundings.

Your leg shook and you nearly felt over due to them giving in. Quickly walking to the door to look out from the glass window and noticed no one was in sight. Opening the door you soon notice that the entire large hallway is empty. A window on each end of the hall. Looking down the hall, left to right you started to take steps towards your right. Remember Jongho running the other way.

Why are you leaving? your left side asking you. Run! Is what your right side is telling you. Your body was moving on its own, walking down the hall but soon turned in speed walking then to running down the long empty hall.

They should've tied you down.

Just as you turned the corner, on the other side of the building, Seonghwa and Jongho walked down the other end; on the left. Jongho held a small note pad and fill his superior on your health status.

"She seems fine but I don't think she should go through the exam yet..."

"Not my... words..." Seonghwa started, pausing his words just as he opened the door of the nursing hall only to be faced with nothing but an empty room. He brows furrowed, walking further in and walking to your bed, his eyes scanning the white sheets where you previously laid in.

"What is she? Is this the E hall?" Seonghwa turned to Jongho, his eyes landing on the large E sign above the door. The older male ran his tongue on the inside of his cheek before leaning on one leg. His gut turned and his head began to pound at your absents. You missing from your bed only made Seonghwa's throughts run on where you are and what trouble you're running straight into.

"You didn't tie her?"

"She was tossing and turning, I couldn't keep her in that terrible position.." Seonghwa groan, rubbing his eyes.

"She was here, I swear-"

"Oh I know..." Seonghwa walked out the hall, Jongho walking closely behind him. His heavy heels stomping as he speed walks down the hall. He was confused as to why you left. He knows you're smart, if not, you would've been dead years ago. So why did you even think to step out of the only room you're familiar with? Let alone whose ideas is to have the door unlocked?

Seonghwa could only excuse himself as a fight and flight response due to waking up in an unrecognizable place. He really couldn't blame you.

"What do we do?"

"Call and radio your squad for a search party. MAKE sure they don't use force." The older male orders just as jongho nodded walking into a wall and phasing straight through it.

Seonghwa growled in annoyance and worrisome. A part of him is breaking in sweat. He knows many people don't know who you are, and may take extra precaution including violence. His order was to protect you and keep you out of others reach. Hiding you till the next meeting to announce your presence. Because you snuck off, security, his squad and other squads may think you're nothing but an intruder and kill you right on the dot.

They have you in a perfect circle, cornering you- like prey and predator. You're in the eyes of an extremely dangerous group who specialized in the hunting field. They live for this thing. They thrill for this thing.

"Shit!" Now he's running.

You tiptoed keeping a low profile, making sure to turn every corner slowly. You're lost, you don't even know why you even stepped out of the room. Walking past a couple other workers you had stolen a keycard hanging from their back pocket. Hasn't been the first time.

Older You would've done something less stupid. And honestly you have no idea how to get out or where to go.

You sighed as you crouched against the wall. By this time, they're probably looking for you. Searching every inch of this monstrosity of a building. Closing your eyes, you reflected on your actions that occurred in the past 20 minutes. How could you have put yourself back into the danger after you cry and try to escape it constantly. Telling yourself no more crime, no more guns, no more bow and arrow. Yet here you are hiding from assassins in their own headquarters.

Past you would be raging as your stupidity.

"I should go back..." you mumbled under your breath as you rubbed your face against the palm of your hands. Your elbow still aching from the IV you previously ripped out.

It was silent, and no one was in the hall near you. It was almost like you had stepped into another building. Maybe they didn't notice that you're missing?

But there was a faint sound sounding in a distance. It was faint, but you can definitely recognize it a mile away.

Barking. Marshmallow.

"Son of a-"

Without much throught, you immediately got up following the sound of the dog that's not even yours. After what felt like eternity, you came face-to-face with the glass door. Inside where a couple chairs and tables where no one sat in. A leash tied to the end of a chair as a small black and white dog who stopped barking just upon seeing you.

You could hear her small whimpers through glass windows and doors as you opened it. Oh, how you could cry. A large smile printed on your face as you've bent down and she spent no time jumping to your arms.

"You fool!" You almost cried lifting the chair to take the leash to set her free.

Now you can go back.

"Did you find her?" San asked Wooyoung who's out of breath from running up and down the large halls. "No..."

"Come on.. there not much places she can hide without a keycard.." San slapped Wooyoung's chest in encouragement as the duo ran into the next building.

Just as so, you've turned the corner, sneaking your way back to the nursing hall. You don't know if you could trust them. They tried to kill you months back. What makes you sure they won't try it again. After weeks of physical and mental therapy, your memory would flash here and there.

You remember running. You remember the reason your cars door has a large scratch on it. You remember the shots. You remember their eyes. You weren't gonna risk it.

You're tired. Tired of running and not having much of a choice to pick from standing your ground or running. But for now, you choose running.

You sighed walking into the nursing wing and found the bed you previously laid in. The soft white sheet still wrinkled as you sat on it, your back facing the door, your face merging with the setting sun. You closed your eyes, sleep nearly taking you into its embrace but your train of thought were cut off by the nurses door swinging open and slamming close.

You wanted to go home. Lay down and hug your pillows, sleep knowing no one is looking for your warm neck. Ready to bite it and inject you with its venom. You kinda wished it happened cause right now all you want to do is sleep like you never even existed.

"F/n." The calling was firm, cold, and deep. His chilling korean voice scared you a little but you recognized it and didn't turn around. You just continued to stare openly into the orange and yellow setting sky.

He's heavy heel boots stopping just at your bed. Leaning forward a bit, Seonghwa tilted his head.

"Why...?"

"...Hmm...?"

"Why did you leave?"

"I...don't know..."

He bit his lip.

"You could've gotten killed.."

"Oh..." was all you said, starting into the bright setting sky almost in a daze.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry about that..." you reached into your pocket you slowly turned your head to the male talking to you. Starting at him with sharp eyes. Your eyes weren't large and doll like. They were more threatening and sparking curiosity. The eyes he's been looking for.

Seonghwa gestured his hand to you. Eyes looking at him then back to his hand. Slowly, you took something out your pocket and placed it into his hands. His hands were cold while yours were warm as you dropped the keycard into his hand before It immediately began to float above his had.

He retreated back, examining the spinning card before smiling.

"Impressive..."

"...What is?"

He stuffed it into his pocket.

"Nothing."

You could feel someone behind you but you knew better not to press. Especially after your short attempt to escape or whatever you pulled.

He didn't come alone. And that click sound, sounded like a deadly weapon. A gun. Probably pointed to your head, ready to fire if you tried anything.

So you're only glaring through the large vintage window in the room just as the tall male blocked your view. The view now gone. He crossed his arms, leaning against the windowsill, tilting his head in a way to gain your attention.

And he did. Your gaze piercing into his, your eyes are the same but Seonghwa could help but to see a small hint of annoyance. They were screaming something. Like you were about to explode. He kinda wanted you to. But he and you knew that you'll keep your composure.

There was silence between you two. You wanted to look away. Away from his charm. His perfectly scooped pointed nose, face and piecing eyes shooting into yours. Him on the other hand wanted- no, needed to look more. He was intrigued. You looked different then from the night you both met. Your eyes reminded him of a cat. Round full of curiosity, now sharp full of annoyance and threatening. Your jaw clutched as his eyes scanned your face. Forehead to your lips.

A weird strong tension almost pulled you in. Like he was pulling you in. He's smart, threatening, cunning, he clearly wasn't gonna turn away or break this weird tension he created. So you did.

You closing yours slowly, eyes opening again but looking somewhere, anywhere but him.

"You probably want an explanation?"

"You think?" Eyes still looking away from him.

"Ok! I'll tell you," he stalked, getting up from the window and walked around you. You heard a couple whispers before the door opened and closed with a loud click. You hated it. People behind you knowing that they're able to do anything to you without you knowing it's coming. You'll just have to trust Seonghwa.

"Morning Miss L/n." You turn your head to a feminine voice instead of Seonghwa's chilling voice. A tall female wearing a long black suite walked in. Her hair was slicked back with a couple strands sticking out onto her forehead. Her pale skin making her look young with her bright red lip stick mated on her lips. Her presence was alarming. Powerful even. There was no doubt, she's the runner, the General.

"Let me tell you why you're here."

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"You worked as a spy when you were a minor correct?"

"Correct."

"Do you know a girl name Rhett?"

You raised a brow. "Yes she was my partner in training." A friend you made over in New York City while training under Shield. She was a close friend, even had a couple drinks with Natasha and Clint. You were able to 'catch up' due to not blipping for 5 years, Rhett wasn't so lucky.

The older woman sighed. "Well... her father was the one assigned to search for the missions the week of your assassination." She spoke in a soft tone but dispute her calm demeanour, the way she held herself is something to be scared of.

You don't like where this conversation is going.

"Oddly, she died the day everyone came back after the blip, he believes her death ties back to you."

You stayed quiet.

"With having to be a former Shield agent himself and having no gear, he was able to stumble upon this agency, an organization that specializes in the trafficking of General Dreykov." The name sent chills through you. Natasha's biggest enemy. You've heard stories from her saying things about a red room and saving others, seeing her sister.

You continued to hear her speak and you came to the realization as to how all of this kinda ties together. You knew Black widow and her past, now that she's gone, you left with dealing and finish what she left off. But you simply can't. You're not the woman you were years ago. You have fight, just not a lot left.

"So after he had successfully tracked you, he corrupted the real mission and put a target on you." You jaw could all most drop. You knew Rhett for longer then a while. Her father wanted revenge, so why not blame it on the person who encouraged her to enter the field of crime. You were lost, gullible, you thought this was the only way to live life. Now that you had it, he wasn't gonna let that happen.

"So he targeted me instead of the real target... that's why they seemed confused..." you whispered the last time, hearing her chuckle. "Indeed they were, they didn't take the news lightly..." she said, referring to the assassins who were assigned to kill you. Looking back to her, finally asking the real question.

"Why am I here..?"

She leaned back, running her tongue along the inside of her mouth, "You used to work for Shield..." she got up, her heel clicking satisfyingly against the cold wooden nursery floor.

"Walk with me.." she commanded, walking to the door and Seonghwa held it open for you two. You hesitated but soon obliged, following the two down the opposite way you ran earlier, still holding the leash of Marshmallow.

"You worked with the Avengers, so you know what the red powder is correct?"

You bit your tongue. "Red powder..?"

"A substance that can break the hold and control of Dreykov, Natasha Romanoff was a victim to it, so is her sister, two lucky women... me not so much..." she gave you a small smile. It took you a couple seconds to realize that she herself used to be a widow. That's kinda funny.

"Sorry..."

"Don't apologize, it's not worth it."

You two both walked down a large hall filled with other workers and what looked like students. "Recently, someone broke in with malicious intent, burned down our lab and took our supplies in it." She stopped walking, coming to a clearing where a large room stood. The room dusty, black ash covering every surfaces.

Computers, papers, book, simples, tubes- burnt and lost. People with full body suits walk in the room trying to search for anything still of use.

"Jeez..." you whispered.

"We made our dust in this room but someone burnt it all down," she then turned to you, her full body.

"I visited you in the hospital after you got shot, I risked a lot doing so, I was stubborn and exposed myself to the public and because of that, they suspected you to be working for me..."

"Who?"

"Our other... other...! enemy groups, it's not just the red room we work on... these people wanted you, and because of your rare past... I thought you'll be better with us instead."

"Why would you think that? I left New York to stop fight not to return to it..." you didn't give her a glance, just continued to watch the workers work.

"Because if they get you, you wouldn't be a hero anymore..."

"I was never one..."

"Keep telling yourself that... you held the power stone didn't you?" You gave her a side eye. "No actually, it was the space, if I held the power, I would've dead the moment I made contact..."

She shrugged, "I really didn't study those stones, I just label them as the 'stones that erased half of the world'."

She began to walk again and you quickly followed her. Seonghwa stalking close behind. "I know it might be too much to ask but... will I ever go back home?" She stopped walking and turned to you.

"I saved your life."

"And I appreciate it but I won't be staying here forever... right?" You raised your brows, looking into her eyes, looking for something, but what you found was only doubt. You stepped back.

"Oh-"

"You'll have stay here till we know it's safe.." Seonghwa cut in. "You're not the only one locked up," eyes finding themselves back on the female. "My reckless behaviour got our biggest squads on a hiatus for over a month, till then, you'll have to be settled in..." you could only stand there in shook, words getting stuck in your throat.

"B-but-"

"Seonghwa." She ordered, pointing to you and taking her leave. "I hope you found some peace here Miss L/n, you'll need it." And with that, she disappeared behind the closing doors, leaving you and Seonghwa in the hall.

"She can't be serio-"

"She always is..." so that's it? You have to live your life in this place or till they found the people behind this? If her squads are on hiatus then who is looking for the enemy? Where are you going to stay? Sleep? Will you have any type of privacy? Food-

"Come on I have work to do, so let me show you your room at least." The tall male kick you out of your running thoughts. You took a couple breaths to calm yourself down, taking a breath, missing your inhaler to calm you down when you have these mini attacks. But you didn't have it, so you'll have to blink. Blink your mind to breathe again, it works... sometimes.

You stayed silent the whole walk. Muffling every word Seonghwa spoke on the way. Your face never changed. Mind running around the place. You both arrived and you didn't notice as Seonghwa swiped a key card to get in. Your thoughts only blinked back because of the male in front of you stepped closer than he should. Pressing your back against the cold wall of your new 'home'. That being a three widows, a nightstand, and a bed-like mattress. Great.

You blinked a couple more times to really test if you were standing were you though you're standing. "F/n..." he calling was almost like a whisper, stepping closer to you. Chilling but for some reason, comforting.

"It's not much but..."

"It'll work..." you cut in, looking down, avoiding his eyes. You could feel his pricing you, scanning your face. Again. Not for the sake of observation in emotion but just in general.

He just stares.

"You stare... like... a lot..." he chuckled, a smug appearing on his plush lips. "Looks like we both got some work to do..." he stepping back and past you to the exit.

"If you need anything... I'll be in my office."

"You're talking like I know where it is..."

"You'll know." With that, the door slammed shut before a keycard slid under the crack of the door. Seonghwa walked back to his office in dread. He knew that this is the only way to keep you safe till this storm outside dies down. Finding you a task to do in HQ was gonna be hard for you to agree. They weren't gonna shelter you for free. You gotta work. They know that you're not gonna pick up a gun and aim it. So Seonghwa had another plan but you might not like it. But it is the only option left and is appropriate.

You stood there, in the centre of your new room. A window in front of you and another on the right with a small one on the ceiling. It was a small square size, almost like a storage closet. Wouldn't be surprising if they shoved you here, having the job like this, you know that you're not their top priority. Despite the light coming in, it feel dark, empty, lonely. You felt so-

BARK

Your lazy eyes shifted to the small animal standing at your feet. Oh. Marshmallow. Her tail wagging aggressively. Her overbite noticeable as she tries to get your attention and jumped onto your pants, her small paws patting against your clothing.

You totally forgot about her. Her tail wagging in the dark. Usually when she tries to get your attention, you'll too busy to give it to her. But now, you wanting nothing more as you grabbed her and sat onto your mattress-bed hold her tightly.

NOTES

❌ • F/n is thinking as to how she's going to explain what happened to Marshmallow to Marshmallow's owners

❌ • I want give the MC a hug

❌ • for the people who don't know, Seonghwa has telekinesis, Jongho is a mutant (that can phase through things and has a tail), (so far) Wooyoung is a super-soldier (super strength)

Sorry of the late upload, I just recently got rejected from university in NYC. So I’m feeling kinda down at what to do next. I know I said I would upload everything in one go but I’m lagging, so here’s a peak. In the mean time, here’s a boring chapter. I swear I got the most toe curling, legs kicking scenarios coming and I can’t post them because I need to make the link for it to make sense!! I hope whoever is left reading, are taking care of themselves (cuz I’m not) and sleep well 🫶 I swear the next few chapters are gonna be a bit more…

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