As Jiyong pulled to a stop, both James and Bom quickly got out of the car and walked towards the house. Jiyong looked at them as they walked, and James quickly stopped to look back at the car and made a gesture for Jiyong to get out. Jiyong took a deep breath and shook his head, starting the engine. James walked towards the car, and Jiyong lowered the window as he stood next to the passenger’s seat. James didn’t said anything, only handed him his gun. Jiyong took it and both of them nodded, and Jiyong drove out of the place.

He drove nowhere specifically, he just felt like driving until he ran out of gas. He drove past the row of houses of Gangnam street, and when he least expected it, he was in Hongdae. The streets were filled with people celebrating, the clubs had lines and lines of people waiting to get in. The bars and squares were filled with people. It was an active, normal night in Hongdae, even if it was a cold night, people still went out and celebrated. He was forced to drive slow as he passed the clubs, since people were walking through the streets. He looked around the place, feeling content that people were oblivious of who he was. He looked around, at the people, and for some reasons, he was smiling. He remembered his performance, the way the people cheered for him, the way the women cried every time he got close to them.

As he was looking around, he saw a familiar figure walking through the sidewalk, alone, a black coat hanging on her shoulders, her dark mahogany hair lose, falling until it reached her hips. The wind would blow her hair and make her hands annoyingly fix it in place as she walked. He felt his heart constricting as her too familiar figure walked into a square and stopped. He quickly pulled the car to a stop, searching frantically for a coat in the car. The luck was on his side that night, since he found a black coat, a black leather jacket and a purple scarf. Without any more thoughts on how it would look, and it would be awful, he put them on and got out of the car, the scar secured around his mouth to avoid unnecessary attention.

He walked fast towards the lady, and he saw that she had stopped and stare at a couple under the Christmas tree. He thought of so many ways to approach her, to touch her, to talk to her, but every time he took a step closer, the images of her in the club forbid him to do so. He cursed a hundred times his pride for not allowing him to do what he yearned. He saw that she took a few steps closer to the couple, her hands on as she did. He took a few steps closer, still leaving a good 5 feet of distance between them. He saw the man kneeling, and for some reasons, he felt nervous, like how a man should feel when they’re proposing. At that moment, he saw Chaerin putting a hand on her chest and her eyes started to glisten under the lights of the tree. She was perfect, beautiful, the lights making her features more prominent, more alluring. Jiyong finally found the strength to get closer to her, so close he could almost smell her.

He saw her turning around, and as she did, he was already too close, she bumped on him. For a moment, he froze, and so did she. Both of them standing there, he looking down at her while she slowly looked up, only to stop on his neck. Slowly, he felt his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her closer. As if his body was reacting to her by itself. He took a deep breath, her scent of Vanilla filling his nostrils as he did. He closed his eyes in contentment and hugged her tighter.

“Chaerin…” He murmured as he slowly tried to put his head on her shoulders. She didn’t moved, and he put his head close to her hair, inhaling her scent as he did. It felt like the world had stopped, and the people had disappeared around them. For a moment, it was the two of them standing in there, feeling each other, hugging each other. She pulled away, her hands on his chest as she did, and looked at him. Her eyes were watery, her lip trembling and her hands gripping on his shirt as she pulled away. His hands fell on his sides, limply hanging as he looked at her.

“Jiyong… you can’t be here…” She murmured. He felt as if her words slapped him hard, as if a bucket of cold water was thrown on him, soaking him wet.

“What?” He said and she shook her head as she tried to take a step back.

“Go away.” She said. Jiyong blink a few times as he crooked his head.

“Chaerin… I…”

“Go away Jiyong! Go now!” She said as she started to back away. Jiyong took a few steps back and tried to grab her, but she slaps his hands away.

“Don’t do this again Chaerin, please.” He said and she shook her head, looking everywhere frantically as she took a few steps back.

“I don’t want to… but I have to…” She said, and again he tried to grab her hand, but this time, she took out her dagger and pointed it at him. He was close enough for the tip of it to touch his neck. He stopped as he looked at her, his hands falling again on his sides. “Please, go away…” She said, tears falling nonstop down her cheeks. Jiyong, however, just shook his head, the tip of the dagger grazing his neck, hurting him a bit.

“No, we have to talk about this.” He said and she shook her head again.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m giving you an opportunity, go away.”

“I know you have to kill me.” He said and she widened her eyes, her dagger trembling on her hand, losing the grip a slight bit.

“H-How…”

“I know…” He said, finishing her sentence. He saw her swallowing hard, and the dagger almost fell off her hands if he hadn’t grabbed her hand. “I know it Chaerin, I know everything about it…”

“Why?” She murmured as he took the dagger out of her hands. He slowly intertwined their fingers and kissed her hand, slowly closing his eyes. He could feel the tears burning at the back of his throat as he kissed her hand, that simple gesture of love was so missed on his body that he felt he could die in peace now.

“There’s so many things…” He murmured, and she nodded, taking a few steps closer to him. He looked at her, hands still intertwined, and pulled her closer, hugging her. She s her arms around his waist and hugged him tight, his coat almost hiding her as she did. He hugged her tight as he buried his face on her head. She pulled away again, this time, she was looking around the place, and so did Jiyong. Everything seemed normal, no one was looking at them, or at least they didn’t seemed to do it. She looked at him with wide eyes and then at the back of him.

“We should go.” She said as she tried to pull away. Jiyong smiled a bit and pulled her closer to him again, putting his arm around her shoulder. “Jiyong, what’re you doing, we have to go!” She said and he smiled nodding.

“We’re leaving.” He said as he walked towards his car. She looked to the front, at a club, there was a man looking at her from the distance, looking at them.

“There is no time.” She said and Jiyong nodded, spotting the same thing she saw.

“I know.” He said as he slowly put his right hand close to his gun. She looked at him, then at the man who was approaching them, his hand on his ear. Chaerin took a deep breath and grabbed her dagger again, hiding it casually on Jiyong’s coat. Jiyong slowly let go of her and she walked towards the other direction, dagger held firm in hand. The man, however, followed Jiyong. Jiyong didn’t looked back as he removed the lock on his gun, still walking forward. He walked by his car and went into an alley, the man already pulling out a gun. Jiyong stopped, his gun firm in hand as he extended his arms.

“Drop the gun, Kwon Jiyong.” The man said, and Jiyong slowly turned around, looking at the man with a smirk on his face. The man was pointing a gun at him, his face looked nervous, his hands didn’t look steady and his stance was forced. Amateur.

“What if I don’t?” Jiyong said and the man growled a bit.

“I’ll be the one killing you! I’ll bring your corpse to the boss myself!” The man said and Jiyong laughed. At the entrance of the alley, he could see Chaerin’s figure approaching, and the man didn’t even realized it, even if she wasn’t being as silent as she should.

“Is that so? Interesting.” Jiyong said as he played with the gun on his hand. “How do you think you’re going to do that?”

“Shut up!” The man yelled and took a few steps closer. Jiyong noticed, to his amusement, that his gun was still locked. It brought a grin to his face, and he dropped his gun as he playfully rose his arms up.

“Go on, then, shoot! Right here!” Jiyong said as he signaled his chest. Chaerin was now really close to the man, waiting for a clue. The man closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, but no bullet came out. Jiyong lowered his face and grinned, his face full of dark fulfilment as the man started to freak out in front of him. “You should unlock that before using it.”

“It was unlocked!” The man yelled and Chaerin took that as a clue and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her, the dagger close to his neck.

“Better luck next time.” She said before slicing his throat open. The man gurgled and fell on the floor, his blood staining the floor.

“I feel insulted.” Jiyong said and Chaerin raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why?” She said and Jiyong frowned as he kneeled besides the man, taking his gun.

“Is Woochoong taking me for granted?” Jiyong said and he saw that Chaerin widened her eyes a bit.

“What?”

“Sending amateurs, newbies to kill me. I’m being insulted here.” Jiyong said, and for a moment, he could see a slight smile on Chaerin’s face.

“Well, he sent me to do that job, those are his insurance.” She said and Jiyong stood up, the man’s gun and wallet in hand, and walked towards Chaerin.

“Then you’re the one who should feel insulted, he’s sending amateurs to do your job. He doesn’t trust you.” He said in a husky voice, sending a chill through Chaerin’s spine. He stopped in front of her and grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, grinding their lower parts together. “Before you finish your job, can we go to a nice place? Do we have time to have a nice night together?” Jiyong told her. He saw that her face showed a thousand of emotions, fear, pain, agony, sorrow and more pain. Her eyes got watery again, and she bit her lower lip to suppress a sob. Slowly, she nodded, looking down.

“Y-Yes, we can do that…” She murmured, her voice low and sad. Jiyong, however, smiled widely and hugged her, kissing her neck as he did.

“Then let’s hurry, our time’s limited.” Jiyong said as he grabbed her hand and walked towards his car. He didn’t looked at her as his own eyes got watery, thinking of how much he could love her, and how little time they had to love each other. Life has always been unfair to him, he didn’t had any complaints, but now, it was kicking his face hard, kicking his balls and chewing them, then spitting the remaining as he so desperately tried to comfort himself. But, if life could give him this small opportunity, this time to have what he desired, then he would gladly throw himself on the pit after he was done. That much life owed him, that much life should give.

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