i pulled his body up, placing him on my back. i groaned when i lifted him, my back supporting his weight.

i walked side by side with the bag still on my hand, the other holding onto his lower back i reached the side of my car, i placed him on the back seat. carefully placing his head on the seat.

i stretched my back and groaned.

he shouldn't wake up anytime soon. i knocked him out pretty hard. i just hope none of his men come and investigate this building as well.

i picked up the kit and put pressure on his wound. i held the flashlight using my mouth, i picked up the scissor and cut the fabric covering his wound to see how deep it is.

i saw the bullet just passed through the sides of his thigh. glad i didn't hit his femoral artery or crash his bones or something.

then why the heck wasn't he able to move if the bullet just slid through the side? he's being dramatic.

i rolled my eyes while cleaning the wound up when i noticed a large purple bruise on his thigh.

i opened my mouth lightly, realising it must've been hurt a lot.

i put on pressure bandage and decided to treat his wound later.

while driving, conclusions now came up inside my head.

maybe i should've just left him? no way, he would probably hunt me down. he assumably think i also killed the person back at the resort. he knows my face, and stupidly drunk, i said my name.

should i take him to my company?

they would kill him though, especially he is a member of armed forces.

he also ordered his soldiers to hunt me down, my boss is also aware of that.

then, what the heck am i planning to do with him?

should i just toss him on the side of the road? no, people would find him and he will not stop just to take revenge on me now he knew i'm an illegal agent.

should i just throw him in the lake then? no, that would kill him. i don't execute people for free.

i grunted in annoyance, still have zero plan. i will hide him first in my place until i come up with an amazing plan, maybe even make a deal with him.

i arrived at my place's parking lot. i dragged him out using my back again, leaving my weapons inside the car. i walked to the elevator and sat him down the floor.

it's very usual that it's quite, it's midnight after all.

i looked at the security camera above and waved, i showed my middle finger, angling it to the side, showing the bold letters inked on the side of my finger.

C
Y

this building is co-owned by my company, that's why i'm living here. most tenants are agents so we have no problem as long as we show the tattoo on camera.

i got tired putting him on my back when the elevator opened so i just decided to drag him across the floor.

my door is just near anyways.

i opened my unit and went inside. i let him lay on the cold floor for a few seconds to drink water. i pulled him up on my back again, walking to the secret door inside my bedroom.

it's located behind a big mirror glued on the wall, though it's actually a small room behind it. i pressed my palm on the glass, a second later, it slide to the left, revealing my weapon room.

the mirror also has an automatic cleaning system, so my finger or hand prints won't be seen.

even my boyfriend don't know about this. i don't want him going around and play with these ammos, i treasure them all.

i pulled my black sofa and placed him there.

should i tie him?

probably, seol, are you an amateur?

i opened a drawer to get the rope. i tightened it on both if his hands and ankle.

once i was done and sure there's no possibility of escaping, i stood up and left the room.

i guess my boyfriend did not come home tonight. he doesn't even know i'll be staying tonight. i sighed at all the trash scattered on the floor, his boxers still on the sofa, and his cigarette puffs laid on the table disgustingly.

although i'm tired from the mission, i still managed to clean up the whole unit. he won't bother cleaning all of these anyways. after i organized the furnitures back again, i made lemon juice before going to sleep.

i stared at the pitcher of juice, thinking if i should give some to jungkook but he's tied up. i have no plan on letting him escape either.

i soughed and grabbed a cup of juice, getting the straws out from the kitchen cabinet. i went to my room, placing my palm on the mirror before entering. i placed it on the table beside him, putting one straw, another straw and more straws connecting enough for him to reach it using his mouth.

i pulled another table on the other side, putting a glass of water. i made the same connecting straws.

i noticed stains of blood under his nose so i grabbed the kit in to clean his face. he was nice to me back at the resort anyways.

i guess i can consider him as an acquaintance.

i was planning to treat his wound properly tomorrow but now that i'm here, i decided to do it.

i dragged the small chair and put pillow on it so i could put his legs there after loosening up the tie.

i pulled out the drawer full of medical supplies. his wound is not that deep so i just put a bandage around it, not wrapping it too tight since he has a big bruise.

i grabbed the pill box and picked the ibuprofen. i placed it on the side table, this one's for his bruise.

i stood up and startled when i saw his eyes were open. a smirked tugged up on his lips.

"do you really care that much for your victims?"

i looked at him, rolling my eyes. "why would i shoot you if—"

"you treated it, look, you even have a pill for my bruise." he mocked, eyeing the pill on his side.

"your hands are tied, find out yourself how to drink that." i turned my back on him and fixed the medical supplied back go the drawer.

"sure." i heard him chuckled.

"laugh all you want, enjoy your remaining time on earth." i rolled my eyes, i faced him.

"i can't believe i BELIEVED you were cute back then, now you kidnapped me with a bunch of ammos surrounding me." he said, amusement shown in his eyes as he looked around. "these doesn't suit you at all."

"what suit me then?" i asked, my eyes staring back at him.

"you receiving flowers on your doorstep, not this bloodshed and bruises." he said, gazing up to me with his wrists tied tight, "i could do it for you if your boyfriend doesn't." he winked.

i grabbed the glock 42 caliber from the table and faced him. i played with it using my fingers before checking the magazine.

i crouched down as i lean a little closer to his face, "sweet talking isn't my thing, captain."

"i don't think you're gonna kill me. if you would, you should've done it earlier." a hint of mockery is in his voice.

i aimed the gun on him and pulled the trigger. the bullet passed through near the side of his head, the bullet meeting the pile of sand bags behind him.

"i can blow you off easily, it's my job." i said, boastful.

he chuckled, the one side of his lips tugging up in amusement. he didn't even budge at the gunshot trick i tried to pull off.

i shook my head when he just continued smiling. i turned around and put down the gun on the table again but what he said stunned me.

"i don't understand, seol. why is blowing me off your job?" i heard him.

"i just said—"

"you mean, blowjob?"

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sorry it took long, there's so much happening in my life + agust d 2 y'all can't EXPECT ME TO BE FINE AFTER I SAW YOONGI WITH LONG HAIR