Last Mission

Hello there, the last chapter is finally out! Sorry for the delay and thank you so so much for the love and support for what will be my shortest fic ever 😂❤️

I'm still working on North Star and Kintsugi, along with some Dooly one shots, even if adulting takes most of my energy lately. Stay safe everyone 💕

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In our profession, relationships are a handicap, a weapon that you offer to our enemies. We can't afford to have weaknesses, if those weaknesses are out in nature and can be used against us at any time. 

His mentor, the one who had taught him everything, the one who had taken him out of the teenage home he had been trapped in since his family died, had always been clear on the subject. 

Love was a luxury they couldn't afford. 

We fight so that others can safely have this luxury. 

Ri Jeong Hyeok had been willing to follow that rule for years. He was an agent, nothing else, nothing more, and his goal, his thirst for revenge, had finally been one barrier among others. 

No weaknesses. No feelings. 

For a long time, that had been his credo, his only way of carrying out his mission. And to protect himself. He had already lost everything, so he refused to take this risk again. 

And then Yoon Seri. 

Her sharp tongue, her outspokenness, her smile, her courage ... Her mere existence had invaded his whole soul to the point of being now part of him. 

Yoon Seri, whose name he had shouted until he lost his voice, Yoon Seri who was lying on the ground in front of him, inert, deaf to his pleas, her eyes desperately closed. He wanted to hug her and never let go, and at the same time, he was terrified of touching her and making her injuries worse. 

His trembling fingers had fumbled frantically on her wrist, until he collapsed in relief when he felt a pulse, weak but well and truly there.

"Seri ..." 

His voice was hoarse, almost inaudible, and his eyes moved back and forth along her disjointed figure ... His hands touched something warm and wet and he wanted to scream when he realized it was blood, his blood. He didn't know exactly where it was coming from, and he was seized with a wave of nausea. How ironic, he who had caused the blood of so many people to shed without even twitching, felt like the floor was constantly opening under his feet at the sight of her blood. 

"No .. No ... Seri, you can't ... You have to ... Open your eyes Seri, stay with me ..." 

Lost in an ocean of pain and distress, he could see nothing but her. Neither his men telling him that Cho Cheol Gang was dead, nor the police as they arrived, closely followed by the ambulance. So when a hand rested on his shoulder to pull him away from Seri, he pushed it away violently. No one could take him away from her. 

"We have to take her ! You have to let us do our job!" 

But he was in a daze, in a numbness where all he could do was hold on to her. His mentor was right in a way. There was no place for feelings in the life they were leading, because death was already taking up too much space. The whole space sometimes. 

"Agent Ri, Sir, you have to let them help her ..." 

The voice was familiar ... Was it Pyo Chi Su? Or Ju Meok? He didn't care, what he wanted was for Seri to open her eyes, to laugh and to tell him that she got him. But she was so pale, so inert, so silent ...