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Third Person POV

It was Haechan's birthday and his hyungs woke him up in the middle of the night to sing to him and for him to blow the candles. Mark asked him to wish and what came to his mind first was Tenshiko, he just want her back. It was finally morning but the birthday celebrant woke up again, relatively grumpy than earlier. Out of the blue, his heart started beating fast and he has no clue why it was like that. Johnny, being the first to notice just like always, asked the younger boy if he was alright.

" Are you sure tho? You don't look fine to me, Haechan. "

" Yes, hyung, I think its just stress. "

" Okay then, Taeyong prepared breakfast and I think we should go down already. "

" Just a second, I'll wash first. " He spent the day talking to fans online and shooting his vlive but his heart remained agile even after everything. When it was dark outside, he asked permission from his manager if he could spend time alone. He sat alone in a restaurant that wasn't crowded and drank by himself. It was ten in the evening when he called Doyoung to wait for him at their gate because he was drunk. He got out of the cab and stumbled on concrete, unaware of the sasaengs that were taking pictures and laughing. When Doyoung saw them, his blood boiled and shooed them away.

Tenshiko felt the same surge of anger as she watched the obsessive fans do their thing. She landed on Incheon a few hours ago and she intended to get in the dorms but she saw Haechan leave and decided to wait until he gets home. She was having an amicable time but it was cut short when a trio of masked girls sat on the table next to her with large cameras with them. She couldn't help but listen to their conversation and she was pleased and annoyed that she did. They were talking shit about Haechan and it took her willpower to not stab them right there. When they rushed out the cafe, she turned to their direction and saw how pathetic they were hiding behind a small plant and trying to not get caught. Tenshiko's heart skipped a beat when she saw who stepped out of a taxi.

Once Haechan and Doyoung were in, the girls walked away while laughing and the ninja trailed on them. When they rounded a corner where there were less people, Tenshiko snatched their cameras and threw it so far the girls were shocked. She took out her kunai knife and ruined the gadgets further on the ground then pulled off their masks. " Now that I know your faces, expect to see me more often. Donghyuck will never adore people like you. " they were petrified to even move after the ninja left. 

Tenshiko chose to check in to a nearby hotel and call Koruji to tell her what happened. She lied on her bed and tally on her friend after she sent her a text. The bell to her hotel room rang and Koruji busted from the door to tackle her in a hug. She was so happy to have Tenshiko back after a month and almost shouted in the dorms, almost forgetting that her friend told her to specifically not tell anyone.

" How the fuck can you not call or text?! "

" I'm sorry that I took so long, there's a lot to do back in Tokyo. "

" So, what do you have to tell me that you couldn't tell on the phone? "

" The Marosaki's are dead and so is my Tenshei. "

" What?! " the assassin did not expect such news.

" Your father....how did he? "

" Lung cancer. "

" Marosaki? "

" I killed them. "

" You what?! "

" I'm sorr- "

" Shut the fuck up, what do you mean sorry? I'm glad that you did, that father and son duo are more twisted than you thought. I hate them so much, not as much as I hate your father tho. " they burst into a fit of giggles before continuing the conversation. " How's your uncle? "

" He's doing good. "

" Is that all you need to tell, Shiko? " the latter sighed and went on to tell Koruji everything, from her scandalous first and last day at the funeral to how she lost herself from being a contract killer for weeks. The assassin felt so broken for her friend, she had tears in her eyes but before it could fall, Tenshiko said something that caught her off guard.

" A yakuza may or may not be after me that's why I went here. "

" What the fuck? How do you know? "

" I don't, its just a hunch. "

" Then don't say it, you said your clients did their end of the deal so you should worry about nothing. "

" But why do I feel like someone's after me? "

" Why did you suddenly change languages? "

" I didn't mean to. "

" Okay, no one is after you, Shiko. If this is holding you back from coming back to the dorms, then don't be scared, you got me. We can fight together. "

" Thank you, master. "

" For some reason, I missed that nickname. "

The two changed their topics to keep themselves entertained until it was time for Koruji to sneak back before Taeyong wakes up. She respect Tenshiko's reasons and to keep her from suspicion, Koruji entered her dorm and spent the early morning, waiting for the sun to show up. The ninja was left wondering how she was going to surprise Haechan later at night. She planned to buy him a late birthday gift and show up for dinnertime and hopefully, Koruji revealed no details by that time. Taking a bath, she wore something casual and headed out to a mall.

She had no idea what to buy, it was a huge mall and there were a lot of choices she didn't know what to do. Someone tapped on her back and when she turned around, she barely remember her name. " Tenshiko, right? "

" Umm, yeah, and you are? "

" Kim Soolmi, NCT Dream's translator. I always saw you with Haechan and I though I could say hi. "

" Oh sorry for forgetting you. "

" Don't be. I saw you looking through stores but no shopping bag, do you need my help? "

" Honestly, yes. What do you think is a good gift for Donghyuck? "

" Well, I suggest you buy him something he could use everywhere like chopsticks but if you want something special, jewelry is a good choice. "

" Do you think he'd like a necklace or a ring? "

" Of course. I'm sure he'll app- can I take this call? "

" Yeah sure, I'll go ahead. Thanks by the way. "

" You're welcome and good luck! " they parted ways and Tenshiko started looking for a jewelry shop, praying Haechan likes her gift.

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