⚔︎ Double Edged Swords ⚔︎

Run to You

"Here's your prioritized mission besides your future side missions." Seungcheol accepts the manila folder from his boss and reads his target. His brows furrow in surprise. "Take your time with them if you can." He can hear the grinning form on his boss's lips without even looking up.

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Target: Yoon Jeonghan
Associated Group: Ataraxia
Position: Leader
Birth Date: 10.04.1995
Height: 178 (5'10")
Weight: 62 kg (137 lbs)
Ethnicity: Korean
Personal Characteristics:
-Cunning & Sly
-Professional Strategist
-Weapons: Close Combat, ranged weapons

Assigned Member: Choi Seungcheol
Status: Alive

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"You know what to do." The boss says before turning away. "Get on with it."

The file under Seungcheol's hand crinkled just a little to be noticed.

Again?

He recalls the day Seokmin was given the task. The bright boy was even brighter from the mission. What was the worth of falling for someone that was assigned to murder him? Perhaps there was a palette of happiness somewhere in the omega-led gang. But what about their true colors? They were insane and inhuman. Seungcheol had sworn to avenge Seokmin. The Ascenders swore no matter what.

☠︎

BAM!!

Mingyu busts down the door of the abandoned apartment where Seokmin had told him where he would be. The latter seemed to be collected but there was an uneasy scent lingering from the older.

"I'll be heading out. Don't worry."

The bright smile he tried to put up was the hardest Mingyu has ever seen the beta try.

"Goodbye."

Mingyu stares into the darkness, the moonlight casting a spotlight on a body on the ground. The place smells like chrysanthemum, lavender, blood, and gunpowder. He sucks in a sharp breath, gripping harshly on the door frame. He's never been hit with such agonizing pheromones that originated from the beta.

"Mingyu, what-" Minghao pushes past the taller alpha and it hits him. Color drains from the Chinese male's face and his scent is in a frenzy.

"Seokmin-" He runs to the corpse and turns the body. Mingyu is right by his side and Seungcheol had just run up the stairs, finding the two best friends.

The leader too, is affected by the events in the room but he fights it, walking over. He hears a loud slam coming from Minghao whose fist makes contact with the floor. "Damnit!!!" He cries.

Seungcheol has never felt the shivers crawl up his spine ever. Not until he met with the smile of his friend's dead face.

☠︎

That smile told a whole different side of the story that the leader couldn't touch.

"Yes, sir."

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"Ah, Yoon Jeonghan..." Soonyoung acknowledges the said man's name. "I've heard a popular code name of him." Hansol raises a brow, intrigued.

"1004." A heavenly code for a man who has sinned too many times.

"Why do they call him that?" The youngest asks.

"Well," Wonwoo thinks back, readjusting in his seat. "The only survivor described him as a beautiful Angel. Only to be sent from Satan, a Devil in disguise. His looks can deceive anyone."