El Pecado, Mark Lee

LXIII

"Run, motherfuckers!"

Younghee, purposely pushing almost all of the Dreamies off the rooftop to avoid the strong people, Leeteuk's people.

Younghee, being the last one standing on the windy rooftop, facing approximately three men with dangerous weapons in their hands and around their waist.

"Move an inch or I'm not hesitated to throw your body down there."

"With your bare hands? I don't think—"

A punch launched on the middle's one face, whilst her leg kicked the right one's stomach. The left was either confused or malfunctioned, he didn't even realize his gun was nowhere to be found.

Swinging one arm to flip the middle guy, her back was suddenly being kicked by the right guy. She hissed in pain, elbowing his eyes in one go.

"Let me go, bitch!"

"Not today, babyboy—"

With both of her hands, she pushed both right and middle guy to the wall, the left guy was speechless, she pointed the gun on his head.

"Your guns are useless anyway, follow them or you'll die."

Straight off leaving the rooftop, Younghee, with her safety strings climbed down the tall building.

It's safe to say the whole squad is currently battling with their own life inside of the rusty building. WAYV was on the middle floor while 127 handling the upper one.

While for The Boyz and Dreamies, both decided to handle the basement and rooftop.

"Rooftop? Done."

As she was about to land rather safely on the seventh floor's window, her leg was pulled by a pair of strong hands.

She groaned, shaking her pulled leg to get rid off the hands. What is more, she still knew it's really not going to work unless she had Johnny's body.

"Who the fuck are you—"

"I caught you, Ms. Cho."

The figure was tall, masked, suited up and weapon-free. His aura intimidated her as she crawl backwards, avoiding his powerful gaze.

"Leeteuk... you monster!" He ignored her words, kneeling down and taking off the holed mask before running down his fingers along her perfect-sculptured face.

"I thought keeping you safe was right, but then I realized it was a worse decision. I should've let you and your family rot in hell."

"I know my papa stole mama away from you but this is not it... forget it and go find someone who has the same fate as you."

It's funny to see people could do tons of ridiculous things just because of unrequited, failed love.

"Find someone new?! So you think it's easy, huh?"

A thunder slap landed on her left cheek, leaving an obvious red stain on it. He then shamlessly ripped her suit, revealing her thin white shirt.

Younghee was trying to attack her with her hands but he was quick to pin it above her head on the wall, mockingly laughed before whispering into her ear.

"If I can't kill you, might as well ruin your life..."

Younghee's mouth blocked by the strong tape he put on, oh how she badly wanted to scream and leave him dead in this building.

She should have listened to Kun and Taeyong's words and advices few hours before.

"Please don't you dare separating  yourself from the others, you might get caught by Leeteuk easily."

Younghee scoffed, reloading the ammo inside if the small heavy gun to put around her holster. She was almost arguing with Mark and New since she didn't even bother to follow the rules.

"Rules were meant to be broken, love. Don't worry about me, I know I can handle myself."

Leaving her friends and boyfriend, she stepped out of the room with her bulletproof vest and some of light weapons.

Taeyong himself couldn't fight her back since she's getting hard-headed. Not only that, she even grew stronger as day passing by, it grew just like her grudge and hatred towards the cause of her father's dead.

Mark was sweating, roaming around the third floor around the dead bodies on the ground. His mind was filled with

Younghee,

Cho Younghee,

Lirio,

His soulmate.

"Renjun, contact her once again please." He was almost gone mad, he rarely went this bothered because he knows her capability to fight the enemies.

But the thing is she doesn't have any weapon with her, what if she stumbled upon Leeteuk? What if he killed her, he'd get killed too.

Now that doesn't matter.

"I'll go—"

Haechan abruptly blocked him, eyeing him up and down. "Don't go alone, I'll come with you." The others looked at them, nodding in sync.

Mark immediately dragged Haechan all way to the upper floor. They went through fourth, fifth, sixth floor but still had no sign of Cho Younghee which was very frustrating the hell out of Mark.

"Chubs, where the fuck are you?! Park Jeongsu, show yourself you fucking monster!"

Feeling like being called, Mark could sense the current location of Younghee in just a mere of second. Haechan stared into the elevator, then averted his gaze to his best friend.

"You could sense your soulmate's location, don't waste your time."

Mark went back to the reality, straight off holding Haechan's hand to drag him along.

As bad as Younghee wanted to escape the hectic situation, she was now tied onto the wooden chair inside of a room filled with some racks of books that almost covering the glass wall.

Younghee cried, her body was cold, her suit was ripped away but fortunately, he hadn't do anything to her. Well, not yet.

"I see no one's coming for us... interesting."

Sipping on his wine before continued to smoke his vintage pipe, he laughed loudly and went closer to her.

"So sad your soulmate isn't here... how about Jaehyun, oh no he's not into you anymore but oh yes... Younghoon..."

Younghee widened her eyes, how come he knew every single detail of her and her life. Was he a cctv or something, or he's just being creepy?

"Too bad I knew you more than anybody does, I followed you ever since. Without wasting any time, I shall make you regret your life...

forever."

"Stop there, Mister."

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