Fugitive | seulyong

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"we're monsters, we've gotta embrace it."

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I AM JUST DOING A MARATHON OF NCT LIFE FROM SEASON 1 TO 7 I LOVE MY BOYS WHY ARE THEY CRUEL IN THIS FIC LMAO

Fugitive will go through a big edit too. We thirst for seulyong, we need to calm down. *wink wonk wink* Comments if this chapter deserves it! I personally think that it's not as good as the other chapters. I will really try to improve it.

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It was so unusual.

The scene unfolding in front of Seulgi's eyes was Lee Taeyong wrapping a cherry designed apron around his waist. Seulgi swallowed from the sight. It wasn't because it was indeed a hot scenery but because the feeling was still so overwhelming.

A villain having two sides? So does it mean that every does have a soft side?

There's something holding her back, she can't act. She doesn't want to. What she put herself in was some tangled mess that she cannot even find the right knot. For her everything was still quite a blur with only some cycles.

Seulgi doesn't know what's going on. She told herself that she decided not to care for today.

No Agent, No Fugitive.

For today, she would risk everything.

Ride whatever he wants to give.

She wanted to discover what he'll make her feel.

Afraid? She's not. Whatever happens today will be either worth remembering or a pure sabotage. Seulgi doesn't want to act like she did in the previous days. She will give him the Seulgi he wanted and for her as return, she doesn't want to see Yong anymore but Taeyong instead.

It might get awkward, confusing for her but she just wanted to get out, please. They both can't escape who they are now.

Seulgi followed him towards the counter, tapping her fingers patiently on the surface. "So I bet you always cook?"

Taeyong smirked from the remark and approached the refrigerator. His eyes slowly rake down the contents and later on ask Seulgi of what she wanted. The agent shook her head, trolling beside him. "Cook me a dish that represents you."

Taeyong slowly nods from her suggestion. "You sound like a teacher." He brings out a few vegetables and a seaweed wrapper from the Fridge and laid it all out on the counter. Seulgi averted her gaze from the fugitive and just let herself wander around the kitchen. The small vacation house near the beach made her feel like she's just in Busan.

She observed a few wooden puzzles above a small cabinet and it looked dusty and untouched. Her curiousness lingered at the back of her mind. "You built these?"

Taeyong began slicing carrots, throwing her a quick glance. "No." He huffs a breath before grabbing a cucumber. "Grandma did."

"Uh?" Seulgi found herself dumbfounded. She squeezed her mind hard if ever Yong had another grandmother. "Grandma--?" From what she remembers, his grandmother died from his mother's side.