THE AGENT

2

The next day, you went to work. Apparently you were supposed to be working with the FBI for a while, so you headed towards the private wing. I wore your uniform, with a ponytail. You wore your mask, while you were listening to some music, just to calm yourself down a bit: there were far too many men in that area and you obviously felt uncomfortable, yet you were forced. Once you entered the door, some men glanced at you. "Cutie, it's a private area, you have to leave" a man said arrogantly, approaching. “I work here now,” you said coldly. "And how come I've never seen you? I wouldn't let someone like you get away" he said, moving a hair behind your ear.

"Don't you think your touch disgusts her?" said a deep voice, which you had heard before. His tone was rude, arrogant and cold. “Come on Hyunjin, don't be so mean, then he'll get offended” another boy said laughing. You stood still, annoyed by what was happening. "You have to cure a man, follow me." The long-haired boy said in a cold tone. You simply followed him, keeping quiet. "He is who you have to take care of, he is a man from outside our organization, in truth he is a kind of hostage if you can define him that way. We need him alive because he has to give us all the information we need" he said opening the door of a room for you.

Inside was a man, sitting on the floor, covered in blo0d. He had blo0d in his mouth as he coughed continuously. He wasn't in a good situation.You were shocked, that man was on the verge of dying at any moment. The amount of blood he had lost was too much to even give him the energy to open his eyes. "How long has he been here?" You said coldly. "Well, more or less an hour, come on," he said arrogantly, almost smiling. You approached the man, who backed away in fear. “Please, get treatment,” you said quietly, trying to put him at ease.Yet the man didn't want to know.

The more you tried to be nice, the more the man ignored you. “You'll die if you don't get treatment,” you said, annoyed by his behavior. “If you touch me I will kill you,” he said, opening his eyes and looking at you fearfully. You backed away a little perplexed and scared. “What was this man's problem?!” you thought. The man started to get up, you didn't know why, yet you felt uncomfortable with that stranger. “Get up and I'll kill you,” Hyunjin said, pushing the man to the ground. "You should accept the treatment, or you will come to a bad end," he told the man coldly, looking him in the eyes.

That man calmed down, allowing you to come closer. Hyunjin was next to that man and was glaring at him. If he had moved it would probably have killed him. You were kneeling on the floor, stitching the man's wound, who was screaming in pain. You were trying to hurt him as little as possible, but he seemed very sensitive... You cleaned all the blood from his chest, while Hyunjin was leaning against the wall. 

*your pov*

I was almost finished treating the man, who had now calmed down. I simply missed giving him some painkillers. Someone else was dismembering in agitation. "You should calm down, agitation hurts" I said ironically. “Shut up,” Hyunjin said nervously. I looked up, observing the boy next to me: he was leaning against the wall, looking completely up. His knee was against the wall as he took out a cigarette. "I'm going out to smoke, whatever happens call me" he said, before leaving the room.

Hyunjin walked out of the room, leaving me alone with a crazy guy. "Are you serious?" I thought boredly as I finished administering the medicine. I started to get up, stretching my knees.
As soon as I got up, however, that man literally threw me to the ground, holding me by the neck.
He placed a small knife on my collarbone, cutting it slightly. “Speak and I'll kill you,” he said, cutting deeper. I felt the pain, but I was too confused to understand what was happening.
I had blood on my neck, while I was on the ground, with that man holding me tightly to him.

*Hyunjin pov*

That man was getting on my nerves, so I decided to go out and smoke a cigarette to calm down, outside the room. I left her alone with that thing, and I was a little worried, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't move. I finished smoking and went back into the man's room. I looked up and saw the man, holding a knife to the nurse's throat.
The man was looking at me smiling, while holding the girl close to him, who was leaking a little blood above her collarbone. It was a clean cut, not deep, but certainly painful.
 
I looked the man in the eyes, and slowly approached him. "Come closer and I'll kill him," he said, thrusting the knife deeper. The girl let out a small moan in pain.
"Okay, I'm still. Let her go, you should blame me, she has nothing to do with it" I said, looking him in the eyes.
The man didn't even spare me a glance. He simply stood up, pushing the girl away from him, falling to the ground. The man approached me with the pocketknife. "What an idiot" i thought.

The man got too close. I grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground. He was very weak, so it was very easy to hit him on the ground. I took out my phone and called one of my colleagues.
"Come to the room of the disadvantaged person and take him to the torture room, you have to ask him a few questions"
I said, before taking him  out of the room, throwing him on the floor, a bit like a garbage bag. As soon as my companion took him away, I approached the girl. I felt very guilty. She got hurt, and it was my fault.

*your pov*

As soon as the man throwed me on the floor, i tried my best to stand up, but my neck and chest hurted so much, so i just stayed on the floor, trying to calm down. It was a really strange and unexpected situation. I taked some deep breath, before sitting on the floor.
I saw that man walking towards Hyunjin with the kn1fe, but he was too strong.
Hyunjin defeat that guy in one second, making him fall on the floor, hurted. He then called someone, before taking that man out of the room. At that moment, i felt something in my stomach and i could get up, but i moaned for the pain another time. Hyunjin then walked towards me, with a softer expression.