Mission failed (Choi Seung-hyun fanfic)

~ Hitman or just a man? ~

The moment he left me in front of the house and drove away I wanted to see him again, he left and he didn’t even tell me his name. When I got home I didn’t know what to tell my parents so I lied by telling them that I was at a friend’s house. But they weren't dumb. I wasn't home for a whole week and they were crazy worried about me. They had already called all my friends to find out if I had stayed over at their house so of course they knew I was lying. When, after three hours, they finally realised I would not tell them where I was they grounded me until I was ready to tell them the truth and get a proper punishment. I thought about telling them about the Asian guy, I knew they would call the police and make a fuss over it, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted that so I kept my mouth shut, at least for now. That night I couldn’t sleep at all. I thought of him hundreds of times trying to figure out why he didn’t pull the trigger when he could’ve. But it was of no use. I was frustrated for days and then one night while I couldn’t sleep again I got this weird feeling so I got up from my bed and looked out of the window. I saw someone sitting on the bench under the tree again. I wasn’t even sure if that was him but I still dressed quickly and went out. It really was him, I approached slowly and quietly because I thought he’d run off if he noticed me. Only when I approached the tree did I notice that he was looking straight at me, waiting for me to come closer. I sat near him and we were quietly sitting for some time. When I finally gathered the courage to ask him a question he turned and pulled my chin so I would look directly at him. I lost all the words I was going to say and my mind went blank from the proximity of our faces and his piercing eyes. We stared at each other for a brief second and then he slightly kissed me on my lips. I gasped, confused and a little shocked so I pushed him away. I could feel a warm tingling on my lips and chin where he touched me. I tried to utter something but no words came out. He gave me a small smile and put his index on my lips. I nodded understanding his message, he did not want to talk right now. We spent that night quietly sitting near each other. The sun set and I knew my sister would get up soon for work so I had to go home. I looked at him; he was now resting on my shoulder. Slowly I caressed his face with my palm and he got up. “I have to go” I said softly. His sad face made my heart skip a beat. He got up and went away without a single word. I went home and as I got to my room I saw through the window a black motorcycle rushing away. I thought how I never liked motorcyclists. But there was something special about this guy. He tried to kill me and now I spent a night sitting with him on the bench. I even let him kiss me. My mind was overwhelmed by emotions and I was very confused but somehow, I knew he made me feel calm and protected. But I questioned whether that was normal or not? Especially considering that he’s the only person ever in my life that pointed a gun at me and that made me point a gun and fire at a person. But even though in my head I knew all those facts and I feared them, in my heart I trusted him, even with everything that happened. I just knew that both in his room the other week and tonight I felt safe in his embrace. And I just couldn't ignore those feelings.
The day was passing so slowly and I couldn’t wait the night to see him again. When it finally arrived I stayed up by the window waiting for him but there was no one there. I got nervous, thinking that he might not show up so I went out and sat on the bench waiting. But he really didn’t show up. I waited for a long while until I fell asleep on the bench. Later, in my sleep, I felt someone carrying me. I thought it was just a dream but when I woke up I was home in my bed. First thing I thought was that someone from my family saw me outside and took me in, which was another lie I had to work on, because I had no idea what to tell them about me sleeping on a bench in front of our house. I got up and went in the bathroom to wash up. I noticed I was home alone. Everyone else was probably at work or out with friends. When I got in the kitchen I saw a nice breakfast waiting for me on the table. That was quite a shock because my family wasn’t very popular with making breakfast to one another. I approached it and saw a note written in a handwriting I didn’t recognize. It said ‘I went to buy some sugar since I couldn’t find any. Be right back.’ There was no signature so I thought it was my dad since he’s the one who can’t handle or find anything in the kitchen. But then I saw a black motorcycle parking in the front yard. A smile crossed my face without me even realising. It was him; he took off his black helmet and entered the house without knocking. He was wearing black today and that suited him perfectly. When he saw me he stopped and gave me a questionable look. I just smiled and told him to get in. He sat near me and gave me the sugar. I started eating the most amazing breakfast of my life while he was staring at me. I smiled and all most chocked on a piece of bread. He laughed. I just couldn’t get enough of that sound. It was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I remained amazed again and stared at him until we both got embarrassed and looked away. “Why were you so quiet yesterday?” I asked trying to break the silence and start a conversation. He looked at me with a sad expression. I could see the guilt in his eyes as he struggled with it on his own. I knew immediately he was feeling guilty about our first encounter at his, so called, apartment. I put down my breakfast and approached him around the table. He got up too but he refused to look me in the eyes. I took his face into my hands and made him look me straight into my eyes. “You can blame yourself for what happened all you want, but I was the one who ended up shooting you, remember?” I said with utmost sincerity. He smiled for just a moment but then immediately became serious again. “I was sent here to kill you Annabelle, how can you forgive me?” he said with a deep voice. “You want to know how? Because I’m alive.” I smiled. After I said that I gave him a slight kiss on the lips, just like he did the night before yesterday. He looked shocked. But then his face softened and he embraced me around my waist. He leaned back in for another kiss and I replied. I smiled into our kiss and he stick his tongue in my mouth. We kissed like that for several minutes before I backed away panting for breath. He placed his forehead on mine and we enjoyed this moment for a little longer. Then we both sat back on the table and he continued watching me as I ate. "Why did you sleep outside?" he suddenly asked me. I felt my face burning once again in front of him. Should I tell him? Oh what the hell! "I was waiting for you." I replied quietly. He gave me a warm smile. "Sorry I was late." he said. I raised my eyebrows. "Did you carry me inside?" I asked. I was so sure it was one of my family members. He nodded so I smiled to him. "Thanks. I can't believe I fell asleep." I said and he laughed. After I finished he took my plate and washed it. I came closer to him: “So how is it that you know my name but I still don’t know yours?” I asked playfully. He nodded and smiled. “It’s Choi Seung-hyun.” He said. I smiled as brightly as I could; finally I got his name, and it was as beautiful as he was. “So I got that you’re Asian, where are you from exactly?” I thought maybe this could be a good chance to gather some more information about him. “I’m from Seoul, South Korea.” He said. “Please go on.” I said curious to know more. He laughed and continued talking while washing up; he spoke of himself, how he was born in a wealthy family with both parents working all the time so he and his older sister were always alone. His dad wanted him to take over his business but he hated it, he was never one to work in an office. So after military service he ended up in a secret organization where he got all sorts of missions. Then he suddenly stopped. I looked him in the eyes and asked: “Was I a mission too?” He shut his eyes tight and faced the other way. If I didn’t know better I’d think he was trying to refrain tears. “I am so sorry.” He apologised. I was crushed by the weight those words gave him, his voice cracked in half. I patted his shoulder to try and calm him down. “Come on, it’s ok. I already forgave you, didn’t I?” I didn’t know what else to say to comfort him. He let the dishes fall into the sink and grabbed me in a tight, long hug. I’m pretty sure we would have stayed like this forever if I didn’t hear a car stooping in front of the house. It was probably my dad so I had to get him out of the house. We went into my room where he could easily run away through the balcony after my dad enters the house. Before he got out he gave me a kiss on the cheek and then ran away. "Anna, whose motorcycle is in our yard?” my dad asked as he entered the house. I prepared a response when I heard the sound of a leaving motorcycle. “What the…?” my dad asked looking out the door. I run to him and came up with the stupidest lie ever: “It was Christian’s friend, asking if he was home.” A lot of my brother’s friends drive motorcycles so he bought the lie easily, and also because he never expected me to lie to him. I got back to my room and lay on my bed for a few minutes enjoying just a little bit more the wonderful morning I just had. I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them I began thinking it was all a dream. I sit back up trying to shake off the ugly thoughts. I took a deep breath and went to the balcony and there, posted on a little table was his black helmet and a note. Truthfully I had no idea how to hide his helmet but I was glad he left it. It had his smell on it. The note said ‘Meet me tonight at the beach at ten o’clock. Seung-hyun’ And a smiley face after the signature. I smiled. Of course it wasn’t a dream, I tightly hugged the helmet. I had to come up with a plan, something to tell my parents that I won’t be home tonight so I called my friend Katja and asked her for a huge favour. She promised to tell that I was at her place for a sleepover in exchange for more information on my secret date. I told her I'd tell her everything I can after the date and she agreed. So I told my parents that I'd sleep at her place. They were against it at first but then I invented that we had kind of a special girl’s night that we planned for really long and they finally decided to let me go. I smiled to myself feeling accomplished. I knew it was bad to lie to my parents but at this point telling them the truth was way worse. I got there exactly at ten o’clock but I didn’t saw anyone.