The assassin sighed as he followed Muyu and the bouncers outside the training room, his tongue working around his teeth. His cheeks hurt, the scowl on his lips changing to a firm line because his muscles ached. Haejun pressed his lips together as he walked past the lieutenant, resisting the urge to turn around and pick another fight. This one for a better reason.
"Keep walking, Sohn."
He flinched, his feet instantly moving of their own accord. Han Muyu rarely called the assassin by his last name and when he did, it wasn't a good thing. Walking past the bouncers warily, Haejun made it to the elevators before Muyu caught up to him.
They waited in silence for the elevator, neither making a single sound. It was when the metal doors opened and Haejun placed his shoe inside the glass-covered shaft that Muyu spoke up, his voice harsh and rough.
"You need to stop." The assassin didn't reply, instead entering the confined space. The older half-shrieked in anger, following the black-haired man into the elevator.
"Sohn Haejun, this is not the first time we've had this conversation but I sincerely hope this will be the last."
The assassin hummed in reply, his eyes on the countless bruises lining his skin.
"If I ever see you trying to kill yourself for no good reason, I will murder you."
A soft chuckle escaped Haejun's lips, quickly turned into a cough before Muyu could call him out on it.
"Do you understand?"
"I don't really see the problem because I won the fight," the assassin muttered.
"HAEJUN, I SWE-" Muyu stopped abruptly, his hands barely centimeters from the assassin's throat. He coughed, settling back onto his feet as he stuffed his raised arms into his pockets.
"Look," he started, pressing his fingers on either side of the bridge of his nose. "Instead of getting yourself killed in an attempt to blow off some steam, how about you go take a fucking walk?"
Haejun didn't say anything, opting instead to leave quietly as the metal doors opened.
It was then the head of the Crimsons finally gave in and screamed.
???? 960416 (CHOI, ERICA)
AGE: 23, HEIGHT: 169 cm, WEIGHT: 63.2 kg
YONSEI MEDICAL GRADUATE; NO KNOWN AFFILIATIONS
I had made it a few feet away from the hotel when I heard a loud screech from inside the building. What was that? I sighed, ordering a Kakao cab to take me home as I waited to clear my mind. I walked up to my apartment, surprised to see a glossy black envelope waiting on my doorstep. I picked it up, turning it over to see my name and address printed in red ink.
How the hell? I wondered, making out the faint rose pattern covering the cardstock. Shaking my head, I walked inside my home, gingerly opening the letter as I sat down on my couch. Shifting through dark papers all stamped with a rose atop, I was suddenly reminded of my situation. My eyes caught on one of the pages, bolded names of "Crimson classes" covering the page.
Wraith. Master of Carnage.
"Fun," I murmured. Investigator, Master of Deduction. Incendiary, Master of Combat.
"Why do these all sound like him?"
Tactician, Master of Organization.
"Okay, that's definitely not him," I laughed mockingly. The smile disappeared instantly as I flipped the paper to see a long list of rules and regulations. "Oh boy."
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Mystery / ThrillerShe puffed her cheeks out, annoyed at his tone. " I don't trust them." "Oh, but you trust me?" he moved forward threateningly, his voice a low hum in his chest. "You trust an assassin who has the blood of hundreds of people but not them?" "At least...
