~Your POV~

Jaejoong painfully got up from the floor.

"Is that all you've got?" he snickered.

I was helplessly splayed out on the floor.

Jaejoong struggled to stay standing and I doubt we're going to make it alive.

My legs are killing me.

I don't dare look at them, afraid of what I might see.

I can't get up. I already know that.

A massive weight knocked the breath out of me.

I realized it was Jaejoong.

My mind felt hazy and all I could see around me is blood.

I don't have much time left.

He was watching us, obviously amused.

I gritted my teeth.

If only I could stand up!

I heard thuds and I closed my eyes, hoping that it wasn't Jaejoong crashing into the floor.

Suddenly, an idea brewed in my mind.

I slipped a blade out.

Now, if only they came closer.

I caught Jaejoong's eye.

"Get closer," I mouthed.

I propped myself up with my arms.

Pain shot through my legs.

Ignore it, I told myself.

He was in throwing distance.

But they were moving too much, I can't risk my only knife.

I scanned the room.

There was a printer in the way, and overturned tables also created an obstacle course.

I recognized one of them with a bloodstain on it.

My bloodstain.

I dragged myself towards that table, making sure he doesn't see me.

Desperately, I grasped the edges and tried to pull myself up.

I squeezed my eyes shut and with all my strength, I managed to get on a knee.

I watched the distance between me and him get shorter.

I narrowed my eyes.

He seemed to tower over me, and with a hard shove, Jaejoong managed to make him fall backwards.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

He came down, right into my trap.

The blade piercing his cold, black heart.

And his limp body took the very last breath I had in my body.

~Jaejoong's POV~

____________ is losing lots of blood.

I grabbed him by the collar and threw him off her.

Her eyes were closed and her whole body was drowned in blood.

I couldn't tell if it was hers or if it was his.

I flinched.

Not this again.

Sometimes, I just wish she was a normal girl.

Safe from all the dangers of being a spy.

Safe from dying all the time.

I sat her up against me and she was just as limp as him.

I looked around.

We're trapped behind a wall of fallen desks and bookshelves.

I racked my brains of ideas to get out.

"Jae-Jaejoong," _________ rasped.

"__________! Are you ok?!" I gaped, half of me was happy, the other devastated.

"I guess I still look pretty good for you to be asking that," her eyes were mocking.

My lips formed a grim line.

"You'll get better," I told her firmly.

Her eyes started to close again and she shook her head.

"Listen, Jaejoong," she said, "if I don't make it, I want you to know that I love you. Always did, always will."

I was about to say something but she cut me off.

"You need to find a better girl," twitched up into a smile, "someone who can make you happy."

"I don't need a better girl!" I disagreed fiercely.

"Yes you do..." she was starting to lose her consciousness.

I held cupped her face in my hands.

"No, ________, stay awake," I ordered.

"I'm sorry Jae..joong," her eyes fluttered shut.

Sorrow piled up in my throat.

"Jaejoong?" Someone called.

Where's the voice coming from?

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

"__________?" it said again, this time louder.

It was coming from the fire escape.

I was hoping __________ would actually answer. But she won't. I look at her sadly.

"Are you guys there?" the voice was practically yelling.

"I'm here," I answered quietly.

There were footsteps coming towards us.

Then I saw Changmin.

"Where?" he exclaimed.

"Behind the bookshleves and desks," I told him.

He hauled a desk aside and shoved his way through.

"Are you guys ok?" he asked, breathing hard.

I gazed at him with tired eyes.

Did he just say "are you guys all gay"?

He saw him.

"He's dead?!" he gasped.

I nodded.

"Congrats bro!" he beamed, "...Oh. I-Is she ok?" he stammered after he saw _________.

He didn't wait for an answer and slung her onto his back.

Then he offered me his free hand.

"Let's go," he said softly.

I got up and limped to the office.

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