Unhinged; Han Jisung.

twenty.

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You woke up to a loud crash down in the kitchen. Both you and Jinx sat up, his ears perked and your hands reaching for your knife. Both of you got out of bed as you opened your knife, then the two of you headed down the stairs slowly. As you neared the bottom, you saw someone in your kitchen, but they turned as one of the stairs creaked.

You sighed and closed your knife. "Yon-Hee!"

"Good morning, Y/N!" She beamed. "I wanted to surprise you, not rudely awaken you. Sorry."

You walked to the counter and set your knife down. "Don't be. I needed to wake up anyway."

Jinx walked around the counter and tilted his head at Yon-Hee, and she bent down behind the counter. "Who's this cute guy?"

"His name is Jinx. He is a retired military service dog, my new service dog." You informed.

Her head popped up above the marble counter top, confusion expressed on her features. "Your service dog?"

You sighed and closed your eyes. "It's a very long story. My best friend adopted him for me and told me he was there to keep me company. He's very good at it."

"He looks like the best cuddle buddy I've ever seen." You chuckled and she got back up. "What sounds good for breakfast?"

"I haven't had your famous omelette in a very long time, Yon-Hee." You replied.

"Chef Yon-Hee is on it!"

You shook your head in amusement and watched as she prepped the ingredients and materials. She was a bit older than you, and she always acted like a big sister.

"So," you paused. "The explosion by the Louvre Museum- did you hear about that?"

She snorted, but kept her back to you. "I work for Interpol. Of course I heard about it. Why?"

You shifted in your seat. "There was one in Seoul not too terribly long ago, and my team and I investigated it. The one by the Louvre Museum looked disturbingly similar to the one in Seoul. I was wondering if there had been any more explosions like that that have been on your radar."

She tilted her head and turned to you. "Two actually. Cairo, Egypt and one in Virginia- D.C. to be exact."

"Oh, man." You mumbled.

"What?"

"These bombings are acts of terrorism."

You and Jinx were on the couch, you on your computer and his head on your leg. You were doing a deep background check on your 'best friend'. You looked at all of the jobs he had before he was a lawyer, but you didn't find anything suspicious. You started digging into his emails, his phone records, his messages, and found something odd.

There were probably thirteen numbers that constantly popped up in his call logs, and he made seven calls to each of them in a consistent pattern. Unfortunately, you had no idea what the content of the calls were, but you could run numbers to see who they belonged to.

You knew that Sang-Ook and Ara were definitely part of his group, but you didn't have to worry about Sang-Ook. You started running numbers through a tracker, and all of them were dead ends, burn phones, except for one person who used their actual phone. Your computer beeped loudly and you leaned in, reading the name blinking in red.

"Choi Dae-Ho." You said aloud. "Let's see who you are."

You started digging deep into him. He was born and raised in Busan, South Korea, twenty eight years old, serious anger issues, and a dishonorably discharged SEAL. He was discharged because of an authority issue, and he was caught in several government protests after his discharge. It would make perfect sense for Taejun to recruit someone like him - hated authority, hated the government, hated everything you were.

You tracked his cell to get his current location, finding that he was much too close to Yon-Hee's home for comfort. You shut your computer and ran up to the bedroom, gearing up and grabbing Jinx's leash and bulletproof vest.

"Let's go to work, Jinx."

You stopped in the driveway and got out, immediately taking notice to the strange car in her driveway. It wasn't hers nor her husbands. You went to the door and looked down at Jinx, counting down from three on your fingers. You swung the door open and started searching the rooms, but stopped when you heard a loud noise from upstairs.

Jinx led the way and stopped in front of a room to a closed door. You backed up and quietly tested the door to see if it was locked, which it was. You took a deep breath and kicked the door in, holding your gun up, while Jinx waited out of sight.

"Federal agent. Drop your weapon!"

Dae-Ho slowly turned, gun still in hand. "Agent L/N. Nice to see you."

"Drop the gun, Dae-Ho."

"You first."

You smirked and put your gun down. "Jinx!"

Jinx ran in, low growls and bared teeth. Dae-Ho aimed his gun at Jinx, so you took the shot and hit Dae-Ho in the leg. He screamed in agony as you ran over to him, putting him on his stomach and cuffing him. You went over to Yon-Hee and her husband, who were tied up, and untied them.

"Are you guys okay?" You asked.

"We are now." Her husband said. "Thank you. There's no telling what he would've done if you hadn't shown up."

You smiled as Jinx joined your side. "We're just doing our jobs."

"Um, Y/N," Yon-Hee paused. "He was asking about you. We wouldn't tell him anything and that's what got us here. Do you know him?"

"Barely." You looked back at the man on the floor. "But he knows me."

"You shot me. I'm not telling you anything."

You rolled your eyes and sat back. You had taken him to the local police station to interrogate him, under your fake identity, of course. They didn't hesitate to give you and Jinx the interrogation room.

"You can't blame me." You said. "You had people tied up at gunpoint. You almost shot my dear pup, here."

He glanced at Jinx and made a dirty face, then looked back at you. "You don't scare me. I know all about you, and frankly, I can barely look at you."

"Of course. I'm everything you hate." You chuckled. "But you're everything I hate."

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know you used to be with the good guys. A hardworking Navy SEAL, did everything for his country, then you were dishonorably discharged for an ugly fight with your superior. Can you tell me about that fight?"

"No."

"Okay." You nodded. "Why don't you tell me about me, then?"

"I know that your mom was killed because of an undercover operation, your father is in prison, and you have a sexy tattoo covering your left shoulder." He said. "You know, Taejun-"

He cut himself off and you smirked as you crossed your arms. "Thank you for confirming."

"I didn't confirm anything!"

You stood up and put both hands on the table, leaning down to be eye level with him. "Then tell me why you were asking my friends about me. Tell me what you wanted."

"I wanted to know where you were staying." He smiled. "Because I was ordered to kill you."

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