#vanderweek

The handle of the gun collides with his cheek and Vanderwood tastes his own blood inside his mouth. His head whips to the side, the intensity of the blow making his vision go white for a few seconds. He blinks, trying to get his sight back, and spits out blood, feeling the warm liquid dripping past his lips, down his chin and onto the floor.

Ah, what a fucking mess. If only he could wipe it off. But his wrists are handcuffed behind him, and the bastards had taken off his shirt. Dark purple bruises are spread out along his arms and his body, long gashes on his chest making him wince whenever his sweat rolls into the open wounds. There’s a pool of blood on the floor behind him, the skin on his back torn open by the leather whip the bastard in front of him is holding.

Damn. He could use a beer right now. If he was going to die here, the least these assholes could do is give him a nice, cold bottle of beer. Maybe a cigarette too.

“I will ask you again,” the thug in front of him asks, dragging the whip along the floor in front of the secret agent. Well fuck. Now it’s fucking dirty and it’ll infect the wounds on his back. Great. “Where is Saeyoung Choi?”

“Look,” Vanderwood says, the side of his mouth hurting as soon as he opened his mouth. “If I fucking knew who this Saeyoung Choi was, I would have told you already.”

Saeyoung Choi.

The man takes a step closer to him, leaning down to his eye level and taking a fistful of Vanderwood’s hair, yanking his head up. Vanderwood grits his teeth against the pain, looking the man in the eye without any trace of fear in his expression. The man’s angry gaze lingers on him before he thrusts a photo in front of Vanderwood.

A photo of Seven.

Vanderwood stares at the photo, studying it. In the photo, Seven is a child, with the same fiery red hair and gold eyes. But there was two of him.

A brother.

He has a twin brother.

He doesn’t know the story of Agent Seven…or the story of Saeyoung Choi. All he knows is, that boy is the closest thing he has to a family, and he’ll be damned if he sells out his family to these jackasses.

The man yanks on his hair again, but Vanderwood merely blinks and looks at the man with a bored expression.

“Do I look like a fucking babysitter to you? I don’t hang out with kids…asshole.” Vanderwood answers back, smirking.

The man’s nostrils flare and he releases Vanderwood’s hair, going to stand behind the secret agent. Vanderwood hears the man’s grip on the leather handle of the whip tightening, and he braces himself for the impact.

Vanderwood grits his teeth and his entire body tenses. Then he feels the sharp sting of the whip on his back and he hisses in pain, his body arching as blood splatters to the floor and the walls.

“Huh…you’re a tough bastard, aren’t you,” another man comments, watching the kneeling agent from his seat on the other side of the room.

Vanderwood pants, the pain overwhelming him. His entire back feels like it’s on fire and his head is spinning, his strength leaving him.

How fucking ironic. He survived all those missions from the agency, but now he’s on the brink of losing consciousness…all because he wouldn’t tell them Seven’s location. A face of a woman flashes across his mind.

MC.

Vanderwood left her with Seven. He promised her he would come back. He would come back to her arms and make her the happiest woman in the world. He managed to infiltrate the agency and burn his and Seven's records, and Seven secured his escape by messing with the agency’s systems from his bunker.

But these goons crashed his car and took him before he could go back to her.

If I give them Seven, they’ll get her too.

The two people in the world I want to protect.

Fuck that. That’s never going to happen. I’d rather die than tell these fuckers where they are.

His chances for survival aren’t high. He’s probably never going to see her again…

But he’s not going to go down without a fight.

I promised you I would protect you, MC. And I will.

I hope you don’t find me…not like this. God, I don’t want you to cry for me anymore…I don’t deserve your tears, MC. I love you so much…and I’m sorry you have to endure these for me…

I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry.

“DON’T LIE TO US! We know you know where he is!” the man bellows, cracking the whip against the floor.

Ooh. Scary.

“I…don’t fucking know…anything!” Vanderwood says with difficulty. Fuck. He’s losing too much blood. He can’t even feel his arms and legs anymore. How long has he been kneeling on the cold ground? How long has he been handcuffed, the metal rings cutting into his wrists?

Hang in there. Hang in there, Vanderwood.

He closes his eyes and lets her fill his thoughts. The feel of her skin against him. Her scent. Her voice. Her beautiful face.

…the face that will be streaked with tears if he breaks his promise.

“Boss, he looks like a corpse to me.”

“If he isn’t going to tell us anything, then he’s as good as dead.”

“Tch. The prime minister won’t be happy.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Looks like our friend here isn’t even in the government records.”

Vanderwood hears them reloading guns.

“Last chance, you motherfucker. Tell us where Saeyoung Choi is, or you’re dead.”

MC…Please forgive me.

“Do your worst,” Vanderwood replies in a low voice, glaring at the men standing in front of him.

“Tch.”

He hears the click of the safety. Sees him raise the gun, aiming it straight for Vanderwood’s head.

Thank you for letting me feel how it is to be loved…even if it was just for a heartbeat.

Suddenly, the lights go out and there’s a bang! against the wall. There are gunshots and loud screams, bodies falling against the floor.

Silence.

The lights come back on.

And an angel enters the room, her long brown hair billowing around her as she runs towards the secret agent. Seven is standing in the room too, a gun in his hands, embedding bullets into the dead bodies around them, making sure they stay on the ground.

“Vanderwood, Vanderwood!”

Is this a dream?

All the stress of the past hours finally come crashing down on Vanderwood, the pain washing over his body. He wants to tell her he loves her. He wants to hold her in his arms, tell her it’ll be okay. But his body is broken, and the man falls sideways, blood still trickling down from his wounds.

She catches him in her arms, cradling the man against her body. Her eyes are wide at the amount of blood in the room —she knows it’s his blood. And he’s so pale, so cold. MC’s heart thunders against her chest as she holds him close, fear seizing her.

“Baby, please, stay with me!” she exclaims, stroking his cheek with one hand. Vanderwood struggles to remain conscious, but it’s so hard not to fall asleep in her embrace.

Yes…this is where I belong, love. In your arms.

Baby…I’m a little tired though…

I’m just…

Going…

To take a nap…

Okay…?

He barely hears her cries. He wishes he’s stronger. But Vanderwood closes his eyes and lets himself drift away, wanting nothing more than to dream about the woman who has his heart, his soul.

Her tears fall against his cheeks and her grip around him tightens.

"Don't leave me, Vanderwood. Please. I just found you," she whispers into his ear, shoulders shaking as her sobs overcome her. Saeyoung kneels behind the secret agent, his eyes wide.

“Dear God, what have they done to you?” Saeyoung whispers, seeing the fresh criss-crossing gashes on Vanderwood’s back. He managed to find the keys to the handcuffs and he frees Vanderwood’s hands. But the secret agent’s hands fall to ground. He doesn’t move and MC closes her eyes, shaking her head.

“Saeyoung, he needs a doctor. We need to get him to a hospital,” MC says in a weak voice.

“I know. Help is on the way. Come on, help me get him to the exit…”

Fuck.

Everything fucking hurts.

But...pain is good.

Pain means he's alive.

…Where the fuck is he though?

Going through his memories sluggishly, Vanderwood is suddenly seized with panic as he remembers where he was last —the dingy room that smelled like blood. His blood. He opens his eyes, his heart rate spiking as he’s greeted by the unfamiliar surrounding.

“Minjun?”

Vanderwood realizes he’s lying on his stomach, his cheek pressed against a soft pillow. He takes in the details of the room, but his mind isn’t processing everything fast enough, and his body isn’t responding.

“Fuck,” he grumbles, trying to move only to regret it right after. Vanderwood closes his eyes as a wave of pain washes over him, a soft cry escaping his lips. Suddenly, he feels a warm hand on his head.

“Baby, don’t move. I’m here, you’re okay.”

That voice.

“MC?” he murmurs, wincing as his lips crack, reopening the cut.

Her face appears beside his bed as she kneels down, a worried expression on her beautiful features. Vanderwood slowly moves his hand and cups her cheek, wanting to assure her that everything will be alright, that he has no intentions of leaving her side. MC’s lower lip is wobbling, her hazel eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“I thought I lost you, Vanderwood,” MC chokes out, her voice shaking.

Vanderwood lets out a soft chuckle, but it comes out sounding more like a wheezing cat. MC can’t help but let out a snort despite her tears, laying her hand over his.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, MC,” Vanderwood says, cracking half a smile. MC moves his hand to her lips and presses her lips against his palm, shaking her head.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m here to stay, Vanderwood?” she retorts, the tears escaping her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. “I love you, you stubborn man. Do you know how scared I was? I thought…I t-thought…”

“Shh…it’s okay now, love. I’m here. I’m okay. This stubborn man isn’t going anywhere.” Vanderwood says soothingly, wiping her tears away with his hand. “I love you too, MC. More than anything in this world.”

“I’m hurt, Mary~ I thought you loved me most!”

Vanderwood groans as Seven appears in front of him, the hacker’s trademark goofy smile on his face.

“Fuck off, Seven.”

MC hastily wipes her stray tears and Seven pretends not to notice them, going instead to sit by one of the chairs beside Vanderwood’s bed. “Is that any way to talk to your favorite hacker? But glad to see you’re alive and well, Vanderwood!”

“You and I both,” the older agent mutters.

Seven’s expression turns serious, his golden eyes full of remorse and…gratitude?

“Seriously though. Thank you. For not telling them about me.”

Vanderwood grunts. “I wouldn’t rat you out like that, Seven.”

“I know. That’s why you’re my favorite maid. If you had told them…I probably wouldn’t be here, Vandy. Thank you. I mean it.”

“I know. Now stop being so sappy. It doesn’t suit you.”

Seven leans back in his seat as he laughs, a genuine smile on his face. “Okay, Mary~”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Hmm? I can’t hear you over the loud beeping noise that machine is making~”

“Shut the fuck up.”

MC grins as she listens to the exchange of the two men —two brothers. Even though they aren’t blood-related, she knows Vanderwood would do anything for Seven too. He has watched over Seven ever since —and soon, he will need to watch over two Sevens.

MC’s thoughts drift to the photo of a younger Saeyoung next to his twin; the photo that is safely tucked in her purse. She hates seeing Vanderwood in such a state, but she knows their mission isn’t finished yet. No —their mission wouldn’t be complete until their family is complete.

We’ll find you, Saeran Choi. Please hold on until we do.

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