I leave early the following morning. A helicopter sits on the roof of the Seven Stars’ Headquarters, its blades whirring. I walk up to the pilot.

    “Mihae Park?” he asks. I nod, and he opens the door for me.

    “No luggage, huh?” he remarks.

    No. I have brought something with me that is safely tucked away under the waistband of my jeans. But he cannot see it.

    “No luggage,” I utter.

    There is one more place that I have to visit before I finish.

    The pilot gently shakes me awake a few hours later.

    “We’re about 5 minutes from our landing site,” he informs me. “We’re already in the city, though.”

    The first thing I see when I look down is green. A lot of green, in the form of sprawling lawns, sports fields, and grassy plains. Cookie-cutter McMansions sit adjacent to each other, bright blue ovals of water in their backyards.

    The sun is shining in Brookhaven.

    It is not the best idea to be in Brookhaven, the place where Ami Hwang died.

    What if someone sees my face? It has been 4 years, but what if someone- anyone- recognizes me?

    It doesn’t matter, I remind myself.

    It is my last day.

    I visit my old condo. Judging by the Mercedes SUV parked outside the house and the bicycles leaning against the porch, a family has moved in.

    Suddenly, the door opens. Two squealing little girls, their hair in pigtails, sprint out of the house. They are followed by a slouching teenager typing away on his phone.

    “Hurry up, Jay!” one of the girls shrieks. “The movie’s going to start!”

    “Yeah, yeah,” the boy mutters. “What movie are we seeing anyway?”

    I slink back into the shadows and walk away.

    Brookhaven High is completely deserted.

    Considering it is summer vacation right now, this is to be expected. But Brookhaven has not changed at all. I see the large fieldhouse, the dull brown buildings, the grassy hills. If I squint hard enough, I can make out the window on the second floor that belong to room B213.

    I try to suppress the wave of nostalgia rolling over me.

    It takes me an hour to get downtown, and then another 15 minutes to reach the business district.

    All to see a sleek silver skyscraper, standing in the middle of town. The sign that previously read “Yohan Corporation” has been removed, and bright yellow caution tape surrounds the perimeter of the building.News crews and cameras abound in front of the building, and I hurriedly duck down, covering my face with my sweater.

    I have not been exposed to a television or computer for a month, but I expect that the other illegal activities that the 4 Flames was charged with by the government (not Project Cotton or other high-security acts) were fully reported and publicized. It must be making enormous waves in the media right now. After all, Yohan is- was- one of the biggest names in the manufacturing industry.

    Crouching behind a street corner, I count up the floors of the building. Floor 18. Floor 19. Floor 20. Floor 21.

    Ah.

    The police probably confiscated my old computer.

    How sad.

The sun is setting.

It is time for me to visit my last place. This time, I hire an Uber to take me to the place. I am sure it must have been a long drive, but everything is passing in a blur. After paying the driver, (her eyes nearly pop out of her head at the sheer amount of cash I hand her), I walk through the underbrush until I reach a vast clearing.

Jungkook took me here 4 winters ago, on the night that my life fell apart.

I lay down flat on my back. The blunt grass scratches at my skin. Faint rays of sunlight stream through the trees, casting mottled patterns on my body. Crickets chirp merrily as the leaves rustle in the wind.

My fingers dance down to my jeans. Pull the gun out. Slide my fingers across the cold metal surface, until I reach the trigger.

I the gun to my temple. My finger flicks up, switches the safety off with a click-click!

And I close my eyes.

The crickets have ceased chirping. Everything is still.

The sun is setting.

My pointer finger weighs on the trigger and I am about to escape.

Until someone screams my name.

Ami.

    My eyes fly open.

    Jungkook is standing above me, tears in his eyes, a desperate expression on his face.

    I blink.

    Am I in heaven already?

    But then I realize that I did not pull the trigger.

    Which means that-

    “You’re alive,” I whisper.

    He nods, wiping his eyes. “The head of X.E. let us go. She ensured government and legal protection for us, and she told us to get the hell out and start new lives. I wanted to stay with you, Ami, but she thought she was doing good by getting anything that reminded you of the 4 Flames out of your life.”

    I swallow. Slowly, I set down the gun and sit up.

    “That woman was trying to do good,” Jungkook continues. “But obviously, she was wrong. God, Ami, if I had known that you were going to try and...,” He shakes his head. “I can’t even say it. This is all my fault.”

    “No,” I murmur. “It’s not all your fault. Don’t say that.”

    I am still too dazed to do anything other than stare at Jungkook’s face. My hands move upwards, trace the features of his face with my fingers, as if to confirm that he is real, that this is not a hallucination.

    “I came just in time,” Jungkook whispers. “I was saying goodbye to Brookhaven one last time before I left. We had the same idea.”

    No. This is no coincidence. This cannot have just happened by chance. He could not have just come the moment before my death.

    And then it dawns on me. Why did my mother agree so readily to send me to Brookhaven? Why did she insist on giving me my own X.E. helicopter and pilot to take me here?

    She must have been coordinating. Planning.

    Mom, you intelligent .

    I stand up.

    “I am never,” I say, looking Jungkook straight in the eye. “ever, ever, ever going to lose you again. Do you understand me?”

    He stands as well.

    “Of course I do,” he says in a low voice, and wraps his arms around me. We grip each other so, so tightly, like we are the only two people left in the world, and we will never let each other go.

“I love you so much,” I murmur, my voice b with emotion.

“I love you, too,” he whispers, and pulls me towards him for a kiss.

A/N: This is the last chapter of "The Classified Accounts"! I'll be posting an epilogue very soon. 

I started a new story: The Untouchables! It's a high school AU about the whole scholarship student in a rich school LOL (exactly the story I said I wouldn't write like a few chapters ago). Anyway, it's Sehun X an OC!