𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

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this chapter is 30% backstory and 100% ( y/n ) being spoiled.

this chap is a bit boring but bare w it bc i added some important backstory stuff 😭
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"..i think my name was ijin."

"huh? 001, now's not the time to make jokes, we have to leave before the camp–"

"yu ijin is my name."

then, a barrage of bullets fire, barely missing your skin as quiet curses leave your lips.

"go back alone. i cant have you labeled as a traitor. the camp will hunt us both down." the boy taps your shoulder, insisting you escape and report back while he stays and gets himself the honorable title of a traitor.

"no."

when you'd found out 001 ignored orders from the camp, a wave of terror and worry had washed over you.

running over to wherever he was, you try to convince him to run away, to go live a normal life. the life you remembered was so colorful outside of the camp.

but he tells you no. he tells you to run, to convince the enemy you were still on their side while he takes the chance to seek refuge.

"ijin, i can't leave you, i cant–"

"i have a little sister who's still out there."

a family.

you stare at him—

had his memories recovered?

"..i understand." you sigh, grabbing his hand, aiming the gun he held to your stomach. "if i go back without any serious injuries, they will not believe me." your fingers adjust to make him pull the trigger, but he stops you.

"i can't shoot you–"

"choose. shoot me or have both of us be hunted down as the traitors."

"..."

bang!

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flinching awake, you gasp, sweat dripping all over your body as you sigh, grabbing the face towel neatly folded on the table next to your bed.

"good morning, miss ( y/n )."

you flinch once more, yelping at the sudden appearance of a butler, holding a tray in his hand as a chuckle leaves his lips.

"please give me a warning next time you enter.."

he nods, "of course."

taking quick steps towards you, he unfolds the overbed table before placing the tray of food on it.

"for today, the chef had prepared ( favorite flavor ) waffles with coffee, more sweetened and toned down just as you'd requested." his explanation is quick and simple, "please do ring the bell once you've finished. we will prepare your bath shortly."

being treated like royalty was something you were forced to get used to recently. although you felt bad seeing all these people work so hard just to please a free loader like yourself brought you bigger guilt than you'd imagine.

though the chairman's insisting of letting you just sit and watch had gotten so annoying that you had just decided to do as he says.

taking the waffle by hand, you take a bite, humming when the flavors bring you a sense of satisfaction.

you'd heard about this type of snack before, on a job in america a few years back, however the mission you were on was coded as an emergency so you couldn't stop by to get a taste of it.

ah, speaking of that job, you remembered temporarily escorting a man. his personality was a bit tiring, given his arrogance and lack of respect towards women in men dominated jobs, but you had no choice but to deal with him without complains unless you wanted the camp to give you a torturous punishment.

"ah, thinking of annoying guys makes me annoyed." you mumble, finishing up the last bite of your waffle and the last sip of your coffee.

reaching over for the small bell they'd provided for you, you shake the instrument before putting it back down.

it's not even a moment before a different butler is entering the room.

he smiles, greeting you goodmorning before taking the overbed table and the tray, leaving the room and brushing past another maid that walks in your room.

"miss, we have prepared your bath. please come with me."

"ah..yes." you nod, getting off the bed and stretching out.

just how many people did they have working here for different people to come in for each and every individual activity you did?

once you're in the atrociously large bathroom, with a bath tub probably around 60 feet long, the maids close the doors, locking them before assisting you in undressing.

"how are your wounds, miss? we have added a few special healing and relaxing herbs into the hot bath to help you heal faster." this woman smiles as she helps you into the water, carefully making sure you're not putting much weight on your left leg.

"ah, they're still healing, but they dont hurt as much." you smile awkwardly, sighing contently when someone gets behind you and begins massaging the sore muscles on your back.

"by the way young miss, the master has told us to inform you that yu ijin turned in an internationally wanted man."

it piques your interest, "he did? what did the man look like?"

she tells you that he has a tall and strong build with stitch scars running from his forehead to his right eyebrow.

"ah, i see."

'he's from the camp as well, probably went after 032 judging from the grudge he held against the numbered mercenaries.'

"there were also traces of a gun fight in the scene in which yu ijin had called a team to take in the criminal."

you sigh, "please prepare a pack of the same healing herbs you're using on me right now. he must have gotten into a fight while still sustaining injuries, so i'll give him some tomorrow."

"right away madame."