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AGE: 23, HEIGHT: 169CM, WEIGHT: 63.2 KG

YONSEI MEDICAL GRADUATE; NO KNOWN AFFILIATIONS

I groaned as I woke up, stretching my limbs. I groggily sat up, trying to open my eyes to see where exactly I was. I fainted yesterday night when I was in the car with the assassin. And then... I stopped abruptly, realizing I didn't remember anything after that. My cheeks flushed and I lifted the covers before sighing in relief.

I shifted around as I looked around in the room, trying to figure out where I was. It seemed like a hotel room, albeit a very luxurious one. The whole room was set up in a black and white design; white pillows behind my back, a black comforter, a white plush carpet, black silk curtains to my left behind which hid a pretty skyline view of Seoul, a black couch to my left lined with ivory pillows and a dark-haired man sleeping, a black study table in the corner with a black bottle of rosé and wine glasses surrounding it. Wait, I thought, my eyes sweeping around the room once again to land to the left of where I was sleeping.

I almost shrieked only stopping when I realized the assassin was fast asleep. His head was tilted back against the wall, both his hands folded neatly in his lap, his legs crossed over each other. I leaned forward, slightly delighted that I was able to examine his handsome features without his scrutinizing eyes. Despite being an assassin, he looked knocked out, not even flinching when my feet loudly hit the wood floor. For the first time in time I'd been around him, I saw a peaceful look on his face, an expression that made his handsome features look childish. His cheeks were slightly puffed out and his lips were parted as he took in long breaths, soundlessly sleeping in what seemed to be an incredibly uncomfortable position. His black shirt was pinned up to point where he should've been choking, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Ah, you're awake?"

I jumped, falling back into the bed. Huffing, I sat up to meet green eyes and soft lips curled up into a teasing smile. Muyu looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

"Sorry, did I startle you?"

"Yeah, I just wasn't expecting someone to walk in."

He hummed in reply, moving over to the edge of the bed. He crossed his arms behind his back as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Listen," he started and I heard the sing-song lilt to his words. "Do you know why you're here?"

I shook my head, deciding to tell the truth in the hopes of answers. Muyu smiled slightly, but it was a pitiful one.

"You're here to join the Crimsons."

The sentence rang inside my head met with Hajeun's words from last night echoed in my mind. You're all over the underground tabloids, Choi. Everyone in the underworld, every single gang member will be hell-bent on finding you.

"You're here so you can go through the formal initiation and actually be branded as apart of the Crimsons," Muyu finished, tilting his head at me. I pursued my lips at his choice of words but the curiosity buzzing through me overtook all my other rational thoughts.

"If I remember correctly, Haejun said I was already connected with the Crimsons. What would change if I actually became apart of the Crimsons?"

"If you were to actually join us, your association with us would become more concrete."

"Meaning?"

He scowled at me as if I was a child he was trying to teach. "It would mean that no one could lay a hand on you without losing it. You could walk the streets at midnight in the shadiest parts of Korea and walk out unscathed because everyone would know that you are an associate for the Crimsons."