The Divine Fury // Divine Fury Sequel Fanfiction

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Yong-Hoo

Drops of sweat dripped down from Yong-Hoo's hair onto his shirt, which was already soaked. His muscles were burning, but he still continued to throw punches at the punchbag mercilessly: He was only going to stop when he'd released all this pent up tension or when his muscles decided to give up. At this moment the second option seemed much more likely, because no matter how fast he sprinted, how hard he pushed himself, how many sets he did, he could only think about Soo-Jin. 

It should not have been so hard for him to leave her as it had been yesterday. That evening with her, it had just been special. And before he had known what happened to him, he had wanted her to continue talking and smiling, had wanted to touch her, feel her, taste her... He threw a hard side cut at the punchbag. This was crazy! This was so unlike him! No. They had just spent too much time together. It was just too long since he had been laid. This was just some sort of post-stress reaction. That was all. He was not going to compromise a mission of such importance for some feelings. Lives were at stake here and until they found out what the Dark Bishop was up to and stopped this madness, none of them had the luxury to slack. He-punch-had-punch-to-punch-focus. 

His doorbell rang, forcing him to stop his brutal mantra. He jogged from his living room, where his punchbag was hanging and fitness utensils were scattered across the floor, to his front door and pressed the buzzer for the main entrance, without falling out of his rythm. He took steady breaths while waiting for the security cam to show the visitor. When no one appreared, he just shrugged and jogged back to the living room. It must have been for someone else. When he was about to go at the punchbag again, a loud banging noise made him jerk around. The bell was rung several times and the banging appeared again, as if someone was hitting against his door. 

"What in the world..." He rushed to his door and checked the spyhole. His heart skipped a beat. Soo-Jin? 

He quickly opened the door, flooded by a rush of concern. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" 

Soo-Jin stormed past him and he quickly followed her, carelessly slamming the door. He almost ran into her when she abruptly stopped in her tracks and turned around to him. He held out his hands, feeling the need to assure himself she was not injured, but she harshly pushed him away and stepped back. Confused, but still concerned, he looked her up and down. She was drenched from head to toe. But at least she seemed to not be hurt. "What happened?", he demanded to know. 

She grabbed something that had been hidden under her jacket and handed it to him. No, she practically threw it at him and Yong-Hoo crumbled the paper while trying to catch it. "Explain." Her voice was cold and hard.

He looked down at the big, brown envelope in his hands and opened it. He pulled out a newspaper and although the pages were already smudged by the rain, he was able to identify it immediately. He did not have to read the headline to know what it would say- the words had burned into his conscience too well. MMA Fighter "The Grim Reaper" Park Yong-Hoo K.O.'s opponent into coma. He closed his eyes so he did not have to see the picture that was still haunting him, the picture of the moment that he regretted most. 

"This newspaper is several months old, where did you get it from?", he said, more to himself than to Soo-Jin. 

For a second she did not say anything. When she spoke, her voice was broken. "Tell me that's not you." 

The disappointment, the hurt... He would prefer her to be angry over all this. His inside tightened and he was not able to speak. 

"Please, Yong-Hoo", her voice was shaking, "tell me that's not what you really do."

But he couldn't. There was nothing to say in his defense. 

"Say something for fuck's sake!", she yelled, now with tears streaming down her face. "I thought you saved people...", she added sobbing, "I trusted you..."

He could literally see that something broke in her and he finally found his voice, desperately wanting to fix it. "Soo-Jin, please-"

"Were you ever going to tell me?", she interrupted him, "Or did you simply not care?"

Thoughts were racing through his mind, but he didn't know what to say. I didn't care at first but now I do? I wanted to tell you? I wish you never had found out? 

But Soo-Jin's thoughts were faster. "Or-" The sound she made was so full with pain that he felt it resonate through his whole body. "- didn't you tell me because you were you afraid it would change my decision?" 

He shook his head determinedly. "No." 

She stepped closer to him, her gaze distant, as if she couldn't hear him anymore. 

"No, Soo-Jin, it's not like that- What are you doing?" Bewildered he stared at her bandaged hands that grabbed his right hand. Altough they were shaking, her grip was firm, forcing his fingers around her neck. When he tried to withdraw she stepped closer and pushed their hands harder around her throat. He wanted to free his hand, startled, but didn't move because he didn't want to use force on her. 

"If you are willing to trade my life against yours, at least have the guts to do it yourself." Her face was distorted with fury, disappointment and determination. She pushed her body against his grip and let her own hands slowly sink. "Do it."

Immediatly Yong-Hoo shifted his hand, so it was no longer wrapped around her throat. He let it hover over her right cheek, left between wanting to wipe away her tears and not daring to touch her. He felt as if he had no right to. "I don't want to hurt you. And I'm sorry if I did- that I did-, truly."

"It's too late for that." 

He didn't know what he had expected, but not that. He noticed the syringe in her hand when it was already too late.