I was wrong when i trusted you
slowly her eyes showed the darkness she consumed as she smirked....
"In my world, there's neither king nor queen but a ˈmʌɪstrəʊ and i swear i'll torment you poisonously", she laughed looking at the bloodbath she did
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the polished façade of laSerine Hotel. Jin Seolhyun rolled her eyes, suppressing the urge to let out an exasperated laugh as she followed Han Chaerin through the revolving glass doors.
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Name- Jin seolhyun
Background- Unknown
Age- 29 years old
Job- High profile doctor
Related to Han Chaerin- Unknown Reasons
Seolhyun sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she caught up to Chaerin. "You could have at least pretended to play nice," she said, the playful tone belying her mild irritation.
Chaerin glanced sideways, her lips curling into a bemused smile that often masked her true feelings. "Oh please, darling. Why pretend when you can be brutally honest? Besides, it's not my fault they messed with my people."
Seolhyun sighed, "You know the files were important to receive. You could have let me handle them. I'm not a bad fighter."
"The files were received by Yura while we were distracting Seventeen."
"You just want to play the good person here."
"Yah Jin Seolhyun!!"
Han Chaerin stopped her tracks and turned around to face Seolhyun. "Why do you bother, Seolhyun?" Chaerin finally asked, her voice cutting through the soft symphony of city sounds.
"Your safety is more useful than those files. Seventeen are clever foxes, you can get bewitched easily. Besides our team took the files already."
Seolhyun bit her lip, hesitating. The truth was she didn't want to leave. Not tonight. It wasn't just about loyalty; it was about the connection they shared, one that emerged from the storm and chaos of their lives.
The silence that followed swelled with unspoken truths, the tension both electric and charged with an unyielding bond. As they stood there, gazing into the depths of the city, Seolhyun could see the weight on Chaerin's shoulders—a burden of expectations, of clarity never voiced, always brushed off with a wandering quip.
'I won't leave you alone'
"Where are they?" S.Coups muttered, brushing a hand through his dark hair in irritation. It had been hours since he had assigned the mission to capture Jin Seolhyun, the target they had been tracking for weeks. Her relentless influence over the underground market had become a liability, and Seventeen had deemed it necessary to eliminate the threat she posed.
His dark eyes swept over the gathering, searching for familiar faces, and in that moment, he felt the weight of their collective disappointment resting on his shoulders.
"Boss," Woozi began, his voice barely above a whisper. "We...we lost her due to complication."
S.Coups's expression hardened.
The night air felt thick, and the neon signs seemed to flicker in sync with the pulse of S.Coups's frustration.
"Explain the 'complication,'" S.Coups demanded, his tone chilling the air around them.
Wonwoo exchanged a worried glance with Woozi. "We didn't account for her connections. They came out of nowhere. It was chaos."
A primal anger coursed through S.Coups, but he swallowed it down, choosing his words carefully. "You had one job. And now she knows we're after her. Do you have any idea what this means?"
Wonwoo stepped forward to answer S.Coups.
"It was Han Chaerin, Hyung...."
S.Coups was shocked after learning Jin Seolhyun was protected by Han Chaerin. He covered his nervousness and dilemma quickly and said, "Woozi, I need you to do background check on Han Chaerin."
Wonwoo snapped out of his thoughts and shuttered, "b-but hyung..."
"No wonwoo, She was the past.....We need to know what she holds right now for our mission." S.coups expression hardened at the idea of Chaerin to be their enemy.
"Contact Jeonghan. It's time we get to work for real."
Gangnam-gu, South Korea
The clouds swirled ominously over Gangnam, casting deep shadows across the thrumming heart of Seoul. Night had fallen, cloaking the city in a blanket of darkness punctuated by the distant flicker of neon lights.Beneath this urban glow, a shadow moved like a phantom, silent and deadly. The relentless hum of the nightlife faded into the backdrop as he navigated the cobbled streets, a hunter in search of prey, a predator stalking the fringes of humanity.
As he crept through the alleyways, his careful footfalls were nearly drowned out by the muffled laughter emanating from an upscale club nearby, where patrons indulged in warmth and camaraderie, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking outside. He smirked to himself; they had their world, and he had his. He preferred it this way. The thrill electrified his senses.
With a swift, almost graceful motion, he withdrew his knife—a weapon honed to a glinting edge. A scream split through the air as he lunged from the darkness, driving the blade into the tattooed man's side, silencing laughter mid-breath. The thug with the crooked grin whipped around, his eyes wide with shock, too late to react. In a heartbeat, the man was upon him, dragging him into the shadows, rendering him powerless.
And then he turned, finally facing the tattooed man, who was now gasping for breath, the crimson stain spreading across his denim jacket. "What do you want?" he wheezed, voice cracking like fragile glass.
"An eye for an eye, you see? You destroy lives, you steal people's hope. It's poetic, really." The tattooed man, blood pooling at his side, knew he had crossed a line.
The man's breathing grew shallower, and the hope that had flickered in his eyes began to dim. "You don't have to do this," he gasped, desperation spilling over the edge of his words.
The man crouched down, placing the knife against the man's throat, his steel-blue eyes narrowing into slits. "But I do. You enjoy taking lives; I enjoy reclaiming them." He pressed just hard enough to puncture the skin, just a whisper of pressure away from ending it. "Your choice—an ending without pain, or endless suffering. Which will it be?"
With a swift flick of the wrist, he sent the knife plunging, the blade finding its home in the man's throat. The gurgling sound of panic left his lips as he crumpled to the ground, eyes wide in disbelief.
"But i don't give a choose?"
He laughed again, the sound echoing in the bar like a grotesque chant.
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