𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦 || 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈)

17 - Jeonghan (End)

Three months later

"It should be on the news. Go turn it on," Seungcheol grumbles from the kitchen, loading his plate with tacos.

I frown at him, setting my glass of wine down on the island before walking to the living room. "Did Mingyu say it was going to be on the five o'clock news?"

Seungcheol drops a pile of salsa on the corner of his plate. "Yep."

I nod, anxiousness and nerves filling me as I walk to the living room. Grabbing the remote from the end table, I turn on the large flat screen attached to the wall. Flipping to the national news station, I instantly fall back on the couch when I see our old pictures, along with a picture of two people walking down the street.

It's us, but it's not us.

"A tip of the long-gone cold case of Yoon Jeonghan and Choi Seungcheol has been heating up. There have been multiple sightings of the couple in London. They have yet to be apprehended, though local officials are looking for them. It was once thought that they had found refuge in Canada, but they quickly went cold, almost as if they dropped off the face of the earth. This is the first sighting since they were last seen crossing the border. If anyone has any information of their whereabouts, please contact the number for the tip line at the bottom of the screen."

The newscaster continues to drone on as I stare at the pictures of a couple that looks nearly identical to Seungcheol and I. A double, is what Mingyu, Seungcheol's right-hand man, set up. They are a decoy, in hopes we can finally begin living our lives here in Canada.

It's been three months, and we've done nothing but stayed holed up in this apartment. We haven't left, except for a few rare times, but we never go alone. It's either myself with Mingyu, or Seungcheol with Mingyu.

Mingyu is someone who used to work for the Choi. He's one of the few that stayed on as the Choi's business was passed down to Seungcheol. Though the Choi are no more, and neither is the family business—or any of the money.

It's all been transferred, secretly, into a new business, under a new name.

Coups Lee.

Coups, aka Seungcheol, has taken over his father's business and made it flourish. He's a ten times better businessman than his father ever was. He works a lot, though all of it is from the apartment we're in.

It's been stressful, but we've made it work.

And I hope today is the day we can finally move on with our lives.

"Soon is calling me," he grumbles, lifting the phone to his ear. "Yeah. Hold on." He puts his phone on speaker, setting it on the counter.

"Jeonghan!" Soonyoung laughs through the speaker. "You're free, Hannie!"

I laugh, walking toward the kitchen in my sweats and Seungcheol's shirt. "I mean, I wouldn't say fully, but I guess this is a start."

"Don't be such a pessimist. You're growing grumbly holed up in your castle. Get the fuck out there and enjoy your life in Canada, and we'll see you tomorrow."

My eyes bug out. "What?" I scream.

Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Joshua stayed here for an entire month before they made their way back to the United States.

At first I wasn't able to get ahold of anyone, and we were—I guess I was—freaking out that they were apprehended or that the police were on their way to get us. Anything. My thoughts were running wild and they were all negative possibilities.