Bulletproof Boys - MYG

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"So, what brings you here? Innocent little boys shouldn't be on this side of town." I looked up and down this tall guy, a look of disgust etched on my face.

"Could say the same for you, sweetheart. Come on, let me take you somewhere." He obviously didn't recognise me. He grabbed my hand, and I readied myself. With one word, the guy burst out in flames. "Hwasang."

Walking off into the city of Busan, I looked like any normal girl. With my curly brown tussle of hair hidden by a black beanie, ripped skinny jeans and fishnets and cropped black top, I blended into crowds easy.

But what they didn't realise was that I was a hidden killer, a masked murderer, an assassin in disguise. I, Chai Haseon, was part of Jeoggun, the most feared girl duo in Korea. People knew me as Hwasang, the girl with a black mask, the girl who played with fire, the girl with no mercy.

Over my time, I had taken down too many people to keep count of. It started off with the leader of another gang, a mission appointed by my father, Chai Sungmin. I was only 15. I chuckled slightly, realising how messed up my life was. I had so many scars from fights. I never wanted to be part of a gang before, but now, I loved every minute of it.

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"Welcome back." Yeona welcomed me back. She was the other half of our duo. She was 3 years older than me, and had taken me on when I stood up to her. Believe it or not, she once held me hostage, but I nearly shot her and she admired my gut.

"I made someone burn again. He tried to sweet talk me." I knew she would complain, as she acted like my Eomma.

"Haseon! Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself. By the way, your Appa emailed me. New mission." She started cooking some food. "Oh? Who?"

"The Bulletproof Boys." Well fuck us, I thought. "But Yeonaaaaa! We can't, there's 7 of them!" She looked at me whining and laughed.

"Baby stop. Appa told us there will only be 4 or 5. Some will be on cameras, and at least 1 will be a getaway driver. Calm your shit down." I give up. If I'm fire, then Yeona was water. She always managed to calm me down, to flatten out my problems and stop me moaning.

"Ugh fine. When do we go?" Yeona checked her watch. "In an hour, get your shit together baby." Rushing to my room, I grabbed multiple packs of hair dye, all my clothes, contact lenses, masks and tops. Finally, I packed a picture of my actual Eomma. She died, trying to protect me from a gang. That's partly why I decided to be in one myself.

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A few hours later, Yeona and I were in the back of a bus with tinted black window. I was wearing a black jumper, black leggings, black combat boots, and a black mask. I had my gun tucked into my jeans, alongside my little box, the one that gave me all the power.

The bus stopped abruptly. "Get into the car. You have a getaway driver waiting. Go." Yeona, or Yanseog as I should call her, pulled me off.

"Let's go." She pulled out her laptop in the car, immediately bringing up the security cameras around the area. "Ok so Hwasang. I need you to wait outside while I sneak in round the back. Once you get my signal through the mic, you're free to burn down the door. At that point, start making your way upstairs. I'll cover you. I just know that the leader, Rapmonster, is somewhere up on the roof. I'll take care of the rest."

"Ok. Let's go then Eom- I mean Yanseog." Opening the door and adjusting my mic, I found myself in a remote part of Seoul. We walked round the corner and were greeted with an apartment building, with a bulletproof vest graffitied on the side.

I looked over to Yeona and said,

"Hwasang."

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Hello! I got this idea from watching Fire. BTS are a serious problem I tell you.
Here are a few translations:
Hwasang - Burn
Jeoggun - Rebels
Yanseog - Shoot

- Sandy x