you’d never hoped to visualize a similar face once more, let alone see one right in front of your very eyes. his smile, his smirk, his fighting skills and even his eyes felt like they were inducing a phobic disorder to you. even thinking of the past brought you terrible headaches.

but you had no choice. you knew that if you wanted to win this match right here, you’d have to face your past, hopefully, for the last time.

trying your best not to show any emotions, particularly fear, you parted your hands on either side, taking a fighting position. cold beads of sweat rolled down your face.your red dress ascended down your body, perfectly shaping it. slowly, you moved, parting from the red heels on your feet.

“you can't fight with that dress, y/n” Jaemin yelled in a voice that sounded way too calm for someone who’d just murdered about a dozen men in cold blood.. he tapped the magazine of the gun open, threw it away with a thud, and refilled a new one, all whilst keeping that smug smirk on his face. “just tell me where you have the chip, and i’ll think about sparing your life.”

your lips part, but your throat feels dry.

“i can fight with it” gulping down, you stated out loud. “i am not giving up that easy.”

"Then why are you so far away?" jaemin snickered."Don't you want to fight?" his eyes widened, his lips curled up with a dark smile, inducing shivers in you even though you were far, far away.

“Bring it, you're going to lose anyway.” Jaemin raised his gun towards you.

But you weren't surprised in the slightest.

You knew he wouldn’t pull the trigger. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, and you can feel it rise in your spine.

“besides, I don't want to fight a girl, y/n.”

That’s misogynistic, you thought. “haven't you faced me before?” you yelled back, eyes never leaving his — “i am not giving you that chip.”

“then I'll get it.” he snapped back, with the same monotone voice.

your muscles flexed as you moved towards him, careful as ever. the nervousness never left your body, but you tried your level best not to show any of it. when you reached about five feet away from him, you dared “using a gun?” you gritted your teeth,

“come on, be a man, Jaemin.”

that sentence, somehow, hit him hard. you could see it clearly — his pupils seemed to have contracted in anger, as he threw his gun to the side and rolled his shoulders back with a crack.

Needless to say, even though you were a skilled fighter, you were afraid.

Jaemin pulled his tie, moving it aspect to aspect, before throwing it down on the floor. his coat was the next garment to get off his frame and lay at the floor of the rooftop. he now stood sternly in his tuxedo pants and white shirt. Rolling up his sleeves, he flexed his well-built, lean yet muscular arm.

“you wanna fight?” he asked raspily.

“then let's fight”

he charged towards you immediately, throwing a punch on your left and right. You dodged them in the neck of time, and let out a huff of frustration..

oh god, you thought. he's stronger

“wow, you’ve improv—” Shit!

unexpectedly, you forced a sturdy fist into Jaemin's right cheek, making it bleed right away.

but he remained unfazed.

you move for a kick, swinging your leg from its initial position and focusing it on Jaemin's neck. but he was quick to block it, wrapping his muscular hands around your leg and throwing an impactful kick to your lower abdomen. “AAH!” you screeched, the kick strong enough to make you fall down on your knees and grip on your stomach in recoil.

“come on y/n, stand up!” jaemin laughed, his voice ringing like a traumatic noise alarm in your head,

“out so soon?”

“no...” you groaned in ache as you stood up. this time, you felt like you couldn’t manage to take even one punch, even though your current situation said otherwise.

Your reflexes kicked in and you started throwing punches left and right. as expected, he evades them too easily. As soon as you were about to land another punch, Jaemin grabs you by the waist and runs forwards and you felt the wooden table wreck underneath, because it hit you hard.

you gasped as you felt the sharp edges of the broken table push into your skin. the ache jolted in opposition to your frame and fell down.

anger built up within you with every action you took against him. every kick and punch you took, made your blood boil.

standing up, Jaemin balled his hand into a fist.

but he threw it into the wooden table as you reflexly rolled to your side. a groan could be heard from Jaemin as his knuckles came in contact with the shards of wood. Jaemin gritted his teeth, his sharp jaws clenching in front of you to hold back a shriek as his head snapped to your direction. his vision turned red, eyes widened as soon as he saw your standing figure in red just as the red liquid that splattered around him

Jaemin's eyes coloured blood red, you could visibly see his chest heaving up and down because of the heavy activity. scanning him, you could catch a glimpse of his nerves popping out, making you gulp seeing the blue-green veins.

in conclusion to all the information in your head: jaemin was crazy mad now.

“fuck.” you mutter under your breath, knowing you were in danger.

Jaemin retracted his position. you're so done, his eyes spoke.

not able to think about anything in the instant, you shakily picked up a broken piece of the table at the double.

breathe in, breathe out.

the moment grew more intense, your hands trembled more, half out of fear and half out of nervousness. you questioned yourself, “why isn't he doing anything?”

everything seemed so silent and still. the noise from the club had faded away, the hubbub from the crowd and traffic was gone, even your heavy breathing went silent.

a stillness, a calmness engulfs the both of you in the open space.

glimpsing at Jaemin, you noticed that his eyes were almost closed. he stood upright all through the sudden breeze. the blood on his shirt and muscles were dried by now. blades of intense glares shot towards you while you stood there, frozen, gripping the piece of wood tightly.

the whole world appeared to stop right then and there.

“what are you waiting for?” you finally called, feeling annoyed by the sudden careless behaviour of your rival, “won't you show off your muscles?”

“i am just waiting for you to give it over to me.” his monotone voice somehow startles you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“you know that I would never” you smirked., “just come and take it from me yourse—” before you could even finish the sentence, jaemin hand flew forward aiming at your face. And simply because the fortunate woman you had been, your reflexes never disappointed you. The wooden piece of the table rocketed in front of your face almost automatically, just to fracture in two parts with jaemin's reddened knuckles in the middle.

Moments felt slow to you. your blink of the eye, his hand withdrawing back. his eyes piercing through your soul. your hands letting go the wood pieces with a thud, him positioning himself. you defending with a smirk, him returning one to you.

but then within seconds, he threw a series of punches at you.

block, block, block!

swinging your hands from your waist to your forehead, you defended the incoming attacks from your enemy. the fight grew intense as both your faces started to stream red with every throw of action. you didn't know you had to face this human ever again. after what the world had inflicted upon you unfairly, you could only get stronger and turn left to the evil side of the road. since you were a teenager, you wanted to be a hero, but you chose to become a villain instead.

the back of your head banged against the edge of the pool as your hair fell free in the water, wetting it. jaemin's strong hands gripped around your neck, holding you down to the edge of the natatorium. jaemin felt a sting on his knuckles as you pricked your nails into his, legs flailing to get apart from his grip. but never did his grip lessen nor did he wince, Jaemin eyes flared with rage as he suddenly saw red. only red.

“look,” his deep voice took over your mind as your face started to redden by the rising blood pressure of his vice-like grip on your neck, “i've spent a whole eleven damned months trying to find and track you down for that chip. it's better if you hand it over to me, I'll make a way to lessen your years of service to the jail. or else, you'll die a horrible death” his jaw clenched tight again as he spoke between gritted teeth.

this was it. i’m gonna die now, you thought.

you peered into his coal black eyes which shot like daggers into yours. the continuous choking took you over into oblivion which made your flailing legs and nails digging into Jaemin's knuckles bring themselves to a slow stop. observing your surroundings, you noticed, one of your men lay dead near enough to you.

“y/n?” Jaemin thought he choked you to death as small trails of blood flowed from his knuckles, “don't you play with me! tell me where the chip is!”

your gaze softened towards his while you barely breathed in, letting out a twitching breathe.

“a-after all of this, y-you were the only one left.” tears pricked at the bay of your eyes as you tried not to let them fall.

“what?” Jaemin asked bewildered, gripping his hands tighter since he knew the tears weren't real at all. “listen i don't have ti—”

“you k-knew that I didn't d-do anything right?” you mumbled, unable to keep the tears at the margin letting them fall. “t-that I was i-innocent, right?”

his lips quivered as his grip lessened but still rigid enough to keep you laid. “you betrayed the system. you betrayed the agency. do you think I could help a betrayer?” his eyes were still burning with rage.

“but it w-was c-clear! I couldn't do anything, I was framed!” the tears hysterically fell down your eyes, “you w-were right there, I told you everything. you could help me and get me out of there! I wouldn't have to be in jail and now this underworld! you could’ve done it all. you could’ve h-helped, yet you didn’t. It was your choice.”

Jaemin's eyes widened as a wave of guilt washed over him. “i couldn't do anything back then, I swear”

“kang y/n, you've been held guilty for shooting one of our agents dead while on a mission. do you have anything to defend yourself?” Mr. Kim — the judge — announced, glancing at your standing figure in the hearing box.

hair loosened open, cuffs bounding your hands and bags under the eyes had you looking like a wacko. flailing forward, you defended yourself, “i swear your honour! i-i can't do this, why would I shoot my own partner—”

“because you two were sent together on a mission. he was always better and of course, he found out that you were a double agent.” prosecutor lee ten turned away from you as he picked up the photos to the court and the jury. your sobs got uglier and louder as you shook your head violently indicating that you could've never done that.

“these pictures were taken by our agents at the spot” prosecutor lee brought the 'evidence' to the judges table as mr Kim took a look at them, “it clearly shows that agent Kang was present at the mafia gangs gathering. it's her also holding the important file she was tasked to bring.” the pictures the judge saw looked so real, he narrowed his glasses and took a look at you. crying and shaking your head, you looked absolutely terrible

at this point when they had pictures, you knew they wouldn't believe you no matter what. out of sweat your hands slipped from the witness box's edge as your head hung low.

“what does the jury have to say?”

ten closed towards you; when you felt his presence near you, you slowly muttered “you know I didn't do this.”

“the evidence is too genuine to appear fabricated.” ten's voice hit you cold, “and besides, I don't want to lose my job”

“they made you do this?” your eyes widened in disbelief. “just because I knew something more, they would- they would frame me?”

“mark was haechan's brother. you never knew the amount of hate Haechan had for you because you were always the better. and also —” ten paused before shifting closer, “you can't be trusted y/n”

“haechan….”

Jaemin's eyes widened with shock as the judge declared you guilty. he gulped down the lump in his throat before he stared into your eyes whishinghe could do something. but he didn’t have it in him to go against his seniors.

it felt all slow when you failed to free yourself from the police officers from taking you to the cell. “no, believe me!” your hair swirled around wildly before your face as you shared your gaze with Jaemin. his face was pale and soft as he watched you go, sitting in his usual black blazer. neither did his lips curve to a smile nor did a tear roll down his cheeks. he stared into your eyes like a void with a soft face, he felt there was nothing there, that he couldn't see anything. he didn't want to cry in the court

“she was a monster in us.” Haechan whispers into Jaemin's left ear as both their gaze is fixated on you, “but don't worry, she's going to hell. the place she deserves.” Haechan smirked, seeing you wildly scream at him for his sinister deeds.

he was a monster.

“the court is adjourned”

DHAAP!

finally, you could breathe under his pressure. the grip around your neck loosened more but you knew it was not the time to get up yet. you shifted your body slowly yet closer to the dead body.

Jaemin's face softened than before and he parted his bloodied lips to utter, “it was true that you knew something more. it was true that you killed him!” lies. you were habituated now.

“it was also true that you loved me” you blurted out holding your tears at bay.

Jaemin's breath hitched, slightly bending down to you as his grip loosened further. no, he told himself, she's trying to make me emotional. he was definitely not the type to get blown away with a light wind. he believed he was tough to break, eyes on the prize on mission every time. but what's was happening to him now? why was he suddenly feeling desolated inside? why did hot tears prick at the brim of his eyes? why were his hands shaking? this is not supposed to happen jaemin, closing his eyes he reminded himself, you're here to complete your mission.

“d-do you remember our first moments together?” you giggled. jaemin had delved too deep into his thoughts to notice your right hand was out of his eyesight. “s-shut up!” the tears fell like crystal dewdrops as it slid down his cheek, and he yelled, his grip gaining strength “give me the chip or I'll end you here!”

“you can't” you flailed around your legs as you spoke, “you still love me”

Jaemin's eyes widened. “n-no I don't”

Memories flooded his head, taking over his thought:

jaemin picked you up and spun you around in his arms as you both giggled in the radiant summer's heat. your yellow mini skirt swam around in the air as Jaemin let you down. “jaemin stop-” your lover filled your face with soft kisses with his plump lips, making your skin tickle every time they touched you. “i missed you” he giggled, “very much”

“I-i never loved you, alright?” his breathe shaked with his tears at bay

Jaemin’s cold palms snaked around your waist as you tried to concentrate on kneading the cookie dough. “This looks delicious already” whispering, he started to leave wet trails along your neck, “i can’t wait to taste the cookies”.

“They are not for you” you blurted out, concealing a grin. “What? Who is gonna eat them then?” jaemin whined like a baby as he clung to your arm, “me!” you yelled when you swiped a limited quantity of cream all over him and ran. “KANG Y/N!” jaemin ran behind you just like a child. Oh, how the two of you were smitten for each other.

“It was you who hurt me first! You didn't love me back.”

”you love me, right?” jaemin asked while gazing at the stars with you.,

“forever” you replied.

“You’re a bitch you get it?” Jaemin’s voice sounds shaky. “You betrayed all of us! I don't love you.”

”i’m afraid to be alone” your shaking and crying figure mumbled under his warmth.

Jaemin stroked your hair as he whispered into your skin, “i’ll always be there”

“i don't love you”

Jaemin moulded his lips to yours — the both of you smiling — his eyelashes fluttering softly against your skin, leaving a ticklish sensation in its wake. the kiss was slow, but in sync. butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he rubbed circles on your tummy. the pattering sounds of the rain soothed the atmosphere around you and caged you in his hold as you felt Jaemin's hands clasping yours”

“i don't love—”

BANG!

it took a few seconds to register what happened just now after he felt a sharp pain on his right lower abdomen. he also discerned the weight below him.

Jaemin's hand scooted to his wound, blood seeping out from his honey skin. the already blood stained shirt was soaking red now.

it was you. you neared the man to get his gun.

the nozzle of the gun was directed towards himself as he saw when he lifted his head. the same look of wrath bloomed in his dark orbs.

he slightly pushed his knee forward, “y-you ahh-” wincing from the pain he failed to stand up.

“i'll leave first” taking the gun with you, you didn't even waste a second to scoot off the rooftop and make your way towards the staircases, rapidly ascending like there was no tomorrow.

you could hear Jaemin's yelling and footsteps behind you., of course, he wasn't gonna let you go.

the crowd was still at its place near hundreds of people stood before you, hindering you from the exit. turning your head back, it struck you that Jaemin was running closer.

squeezing yourself, you intersected the crowd. sharp bangles and earrings bruised your skin. you realised the party was really focused on throwing their arms and legs around in the music when you got out.

the road was jammed with cars and bikes honking at each other as they passed by. panic rushed up your veins when you couldn't find the car. but after a moment you saw your fellow partner in crime. his brown- as- wood eyes matched yours for a second after which he vanished in the crowd. you knew you had to ride the car.

barefooted, you hopped on the car pressing the key to roar the ignition to life. you sighed, calming yourself down when you saw that Jaemin hadn't even shown up at the exit yet.

“pedal to the medal y/n” you say to yourself, smiling in victory, before turning on the engine.

“what? where the fuck are you?” Jaemin retorted over the phone to Juyeon. he was supposed to be ready near the exit with his car, just in case.

“they found me” Juyeon muttered.

Jaemin's face went blank, this was just the thing he was worried about. your men found Juyeon and all he could do was to pray that he could get out of their trap. “right now, where are you right now?” his brows furrowed in tension

“they're coming up to the second floor” Juyeon huffed as jaemin could guess he was in action, “i'm trying to get out of the window”

jaemin pressed his hand harder to the wound which was screaming affliction, the red liquid leaked down his finger-gaps as he stood in a dark corner. if anyone sees him in this state, the mission is over for him.

“where are you na? all ok?” jaemin heard a thudding noise, hinting that he jumped from somewhere.

“i am fucking shot—”

“i didn't ask about you, I'm asking about the mission. where's y/n?”

“you twerp” Jaemin scoffed, hearing juyeon's small laugh, “she got away. I think she took a car, fuck” he took a look at his surroundings as he answered

“got away? what the heck do you mean?” Juyeon sounded completely baffled, why wouldn't he be? this was something he didn't expect at all. “where is she?”

“i don't know, y-you need to track her phone” Jaemin groaned in pain, the agony kept on growing. “are you out?”

“yes I am, our backup agents will take care of them.” Juyeon replied, “wait a sec, I'm tracking her. and you take a taxi”

“a taxi?!” Jaemin rechecked his surroundings when he accidentally bellowed out, “do you think it's ok to go in a taxi?”

“so you let her out of hand?”

jaemin sighed, he really did have no choice. eleven months of blood, sweat and tears to let it all go in water at the last square? no, Jaemin couldn't afford to lose her again. even if she's a criminal now, he had to get her alive.

“fine.,” Jaemin sighed, stepping out on the road, his black shoes clicking against the wet road as he stopped an orange taxi. detaching the phone from his skin, he bent down to open the door and get in.

the driver sure did notice his prominent crimson wound dressed on his lower abdomen. ignoring the driver's gaze, Jaemin interrogated, “where is the hospital?”

“she is clever. y/n dropped her phone” Juyeon understood the situation as he answered with a smile plastered on his lips

“i didn't get you”

“it's stagnant near gyeong-mong. you head towards there, I'm coming too” *beep!

jaemin shoved his phone down his pocket, turning his head to the right when he encountered a dumbfounded taxi driver. “where do you wanna go sir?”

jaemin looked intimidating enough to startle the driver with his answer, “gyeong-mong”

the driver was slow, taking his whole damn life to reach his passengers location when a traffic jam decided to sprinkle salt over the wound.

Jaemin's abdomen was now a mess, the blood was stopped but the immense pain and anger building up in his mind was unbearable. he felt like ripping the sticky red shirt off himself. the congested traffic and the continuous honking made his mind uglier. his left elbow poked out of the window, the right on his abdomen as his expression was just the same.

he didn't even get a call from Juyeon, which was more frightening. just as he was about to call him, Juyeon texted:

Juyeon: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU DUDE?

WE NEED YOU RIGHT NOW!

Jaemin: did you find her?

Juyeon: we did, you need to hurry!

Jaemin fumbled with his phone, as he struggled to find his wallet. oh shit, he forgot he's on a mission.

his mind was home to thousands of absurd albeit frantic emotions about what could be the possibilities for the ending of his hard work for eleven months.

jaemin couldn't let her go at any cost, not today or anytime soon.

He turned his head to the driver, finding no excuses or fake scenarios to throw at him so he could get out and run to the airport instead.

“can I pay you later?” Jaemin pleaded with the best winsome smile he had, “please?”

Jaemin's breath got heavier as he reached gyeong-mong, beads of sweat pricking at his skin as they trickled down his forehead.

juyeon caught his sight, black bulletproof vests camouflaged with his black shirt and pants. his muscles popped up due to his sweating.

their agents were scattered all over the roads and stop.

“oh you're here” Juyeon stated in a stoic voice as he thrusted a bulletproof jacket to his chest, “cover your wound, fast”

“where is she?” Jaemin queried, putting on his jacket.

Juyeon avoided eye contact as they sat next to each other on the bench, “should be asking you that”

“how am I supposed to know?! she shot me and got away.”

“ok, calm down now. do you remember what she was wearing?”

jaemin shifted as he responded, “red dress. a skin tight one”

Juyeon spoke through his earpiece, alerting the agents to look for a girl in a red skin tight dress, barefooted.

the road was as enthusiastic as before. cars and busses honking on each other as they still searched for you. the traffic jam around your gps location indicated to them you might have been late. and you were.

jaemin felt dizzy due to major blood loss. he didn't know how much longer he'd last as a jolt of pain passed up his body. he gave his utmost tries to look around and notice something, anything.

in a split second he caught a glimpse of something suspicious from the corners of his eyes, moving right to the distant lane.

he stood up from his seat and rushed to the direction without informing his fellow partner, ignoring the wound. slowly the noise of his feets clapping against the road was the only sound he could hear.

“stop right there!” Jaemin yawped, standing at the middle of somewhere he didn't know. the blue car behind his known figure caught his eyes as he knew y/n was probably planning for another escape.

“look, I don't want to hurt you y/n” Jaemin started panting as he stood in his position, “just come with us and it'll be more safe”

“you don't need to say what I should do” you said in a stoic voice, pointing the gun at him as you turned to him, “that will never happen”

“you know I d-dont wanna lose you” black dots started invading his vision as he tumbled on his feet, half eyes closed, “we both don't have much time”

“we never did have time” you scoffed, failing to realise that a single tear ascended down your cheek as you kept your position immobile, “did we?”

“y/n you don't get it”

“dont get what?!”

“that I still love you” he finally let those words out of his mouth as his vision gets darker, barely coping up with himself to stay in his place, “and I know that you will come back to us”

“after what they've done to me, I could never. not even in my dreams” you instinctively roll your eyes to let the warm tears at your brim of the eyes stay, “dont accept that from me jaemin”

“but I really do expect that y/n” his voice was getting lighter along with his buzzy vision, Jaemin extended an arm towards her, “we can recreate the moments together again y/n. you're lying to me if you say you don't want to” he pleaded.

“promise you'll never leave me?”

“i'll always be there”

“im scared to be alone”

“i really don't want to” your voice trailed off with a crack as you watched the man collapse before you. deciding not to waste time anymore, you flitted into the front seat of your car and drove away.

the tears ascended hysterically down your face as the condensed pain in your soul rose like a deluge within you.

juyeon's voice was the last thing Jaemin remembers before passing out.

the sirens of the ambulance and the red-blue luminisence was the indistinct scenario he had pictures before recalling within him,

he would never stop chasing you

ever.

THE END

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