To The Stars With You

☆ What's Happening? ☆

Chapter 31: What's Happening?

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Remember to take your breaks.

Please eat your lunch and sleep early.

I'll be leaving for a while.

Nothing bad's going to happen, I promise.

Don't worry about me.

Please get through the next few days without me.

But I'll still send you letters.

Don't worry.

-707

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Jumin squinted at the letter, slightly torn at the edges, as if it was written in a hurry.

"What is the meaning of this?"

He questioned, looking up at his assistant.

Jaehee shrugged, shaking her head.

"I am not clear about his situation, Mr. Han."

She sighed.

"Shouldn't you know better?"

The brunette asked.

Jumin ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"I doubt that he's at home. I need to find his location so that I can send backup if needed."

He sighed, dismissing his employee.

Jaehee nodded and left the room.

She shut the door, and her employer grunted in his seat.

What's going on?

Everything was fine!

The past few days and week was a mixture of peace and coffee and enchanted nights, so what's happened Now?

His absence is unsettling.

Jumin grit his teeth, the letter still in his hand.

What is the meaning of this?

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Seven tugged at the tight leather shirt, the suffocating material making it difficult for him to breathe or move around.

"I'll never get used to these outfits, Vanderwood."

He sighed, pulling up the turtleneck collar so that he wore it like a mask.

The brunette next to him clicked his tongue.

"Relax. You're too tense! It's just a normal mission, so the sooner we get things over with, the sooner you'll be out of that outfit."

Vanderwood urged, rolling his eyes.

Seven groaned.

"Fine."

He replied simply, grip tightening on his laptop in one hand and the small dagger he held in the other.

"Brace yourself."

Vanderwood warned, as they walked through the posh halls of the hotel.

"This could be an ambush."

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Jumin couldn't focus on his work.

Seven's absence and unknown location bothered him.

His migraine returned.

The stress was getting to him.

He rubbed his temple painfully and in annoyance.

I need Panadol.

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"Seven!"

Vanderwood yelled, as the redhead stumbled back a few steps.

"I'm okay!"

The shorter boy yelled back, wrenching his dagger through one of the men's backs.

I'm sorry.

He apologized, inaudible.

He didn't like to take lives during his missions, no matter how life-threatening his situation was.

But when they hauled himself at him like madness itself, they were asking for a fight.

Seven kicked another onto the floor, his breathing unsteady.

"Are you okay?!"

Vanderwood called from the other end of the room.

Seven nodded, his hands a little sweaty.

I can't think of anything but him.

Is he okay?

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Jumin's head hit the desk, the pain becoming overwhelming.

Painkillers... I need my painkillers...

He grunted, forcing himself to sit up straight.

His vision blurred from time to time, and he began to get dizzier as the pain continued.

"Assistant Kang!"

He managed to cough out.

No response.

She probably heard him, but he didn't know that.

He needed painkillers, and he needed them quickly.

Fifteen minutes would have done the trick.

But this was way past fifteen minutes, and migraines weren't supposed to last this long for him.

Usually, he would have already taken his painkillers.

But complacency led him to forget.

He fumbled around the desk for his phone, deciding to call his assistant instead.

But he couldn't dial the right numbers.

And his vision was getting worse.

Then the office door burst open.

"Mr. Han!"

His assistant exclaimed, rushing over as quickly as she could, a worried look on her face.

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Seven winced painfully, the small pocket-knife digging into his shoulder.

The man holding it laughed.

"What's wrong, Agent 707? Shoulder blade?"

He asked mockingly.

"Get it? Cause there's a blade in your shoulder-"

"SHUT UP!"

The man was knocked onto the ground as Seven kicked him with the rest of the strength left in his body.

The redhead forced the knife out of his flesh, tugging at it with his freehand.

He hissed in pain and threw it onto the ground.

"Shut up, shut up!"

He growled.

"There's someone waiting for me back when I come home, so don't get cocky."

The redhead muttered angrily, groaning softly in pain once he had checked that his enemy was paralyzed temporarily.

"And I need Him."