Never | Lee Haechan

Epilogue: Never to forever

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't you ain't doing it right,"

- Taylor Swift

(Basically a trailer to forever)

Theme ♫ : Don't blame me - Taylor Swift

- 1.5 years later -

Sweat sheened the hairline of his forehead as he pushed his hair back, the gun in his hand feeling like a vice as he let out an exasperated sigh. His icy stare stayed stuck on the man on the man writhing on the concrete hard floor of the old warehouse. Bloody and battered.

"If you value your life, you better start talking," he spoke in an eeriely calm voice as he crouched infront of the man that was kneeled on both his knees with his hands tied behind his back. The said man let out a lopsided grin, teasing the black haired boy.

"Regardless of whether I tell you or not, you can't do anything about it," he croaked out through his reddened teeth from being drenched in blood.

Haechan's eyes turned slit like, as if his glower itself could slice through the man alive. There were a lot of things he could tolerate, but what they pulled this time, was beyond his limits. He'd commit arson if he had to. A few strands of his now black hair fell over his eyes in clusters formed from sweat. A thin silver chain dangled his wedding ring on chest, the black sleeveless tank top he wore, revealed the perfectly shaped sun tattoo on his sternum.

He tauntingly tilted his head at the male, a psychotic smirk growing on his lips, "Too confident, aren't we?"

"Gotta trust the boss," the man drily chuckled out in a smug tone. The boy scoffed, shaking his head as he pretended to inspect his gun.

"Your boss is such a coward, they don't even show themselves," he mumbled quietly before abruptly darting his head back to the man. Just as he was about to press the metal object onto the man's temple he heard a loud gunshot resound behind him. His senses heightened. He immediately turned around.

Just to see another man, in the same uniform as the one they had tied up, collapse to the floor with his gun still pointed at Haechan.

So that's why he was being smug.

They had backup. Well, had.

They couldn't possibly live through one of his most trusted allies.

He put two and two together as the body faltered and drowned in the puddle of blood of his own. The person that shot him before he could shoot Donghyuck, lazily maundered down the rusty metal stairs as she swung her gun into her holster. Her jet black hair was now dyed dark cherry red, hair in a messy layer cut that only reached a bit under her shoulder. The girl was adorned in loose brown cargos and a tight full sleeve back top, which had a neckline just low enough to put her moon tattoo on display — one she no longer bothered to hide.

"Careful, sunshine," she hoisted herself over the lock at the end of the stairs as she made her way up to him, making sure to move around the pool of blood she had just spilled from the man with her bullet.

Haechan's eyes stuck on her as he nodded and she handed him his jacket, "Did he spill?"

"Not really. But he doesn't need to. I got a signal, she's on the third building," he explained as he put his jacket on while Jiae leaned against the pillar with her arms over her chest, eyes boring holes into that of the man that was still tied up. A lot was on her mind. In truth it was a mess. But over the years, she had gotten a lot more used staying collected in such situations, also maybe it was a side effect of being married to him.