End To Start || Haechan

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Cold water dripped down my shoulder as I entered the Cafe. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans hit my nostrils like a drug. I had a slight caffeine addiction but I was no surprise with my line of work. I desperately needed my morning fix even on days like this when I was running late.

"Morning y/n," The familiar face waved at me. He placed a disposable coffee cup and a pastry bag on top of the glass display case. "One triple Americano and a whole wheat bagel with strawberry cream cheese."

I smiled a sigh of relief, pushing my way through the front of the line. "Thanks Michael, you're a life saver. " I dropped a Ten dollar bill on the counter, grabbing the cofee and bagel. "Keep the change."

"Eh, not so fast princess." He pursed his lips. "Your hair is drenched, take this." He handed me an umbrella that was stored under the counter.

"What would I do without my blue eyed prince." I winked at him, placing the bagel bag between my teeth so I could hold the umbrella.

He laughed and shook his head.

"Can you hurry it up, you're not the only costumer here." An older women shouted from the line.

"Thats my cue." Michael winked at me and went to take the next order.

I rushed out of the cafe, catching the next bus. Michael's cafe was right across from my apartment where I caught my daily bus to commute to work. We met in high school and although many of our classmates suspected us of being a couple, our relationship was purely platonic. Even after high school we remained close friends.

I was sitting in the back row of the bus reading a file when I felt something hit my forehead. I wiped the unknown substance and examined it in my fingers. I cringed my face and wiped off the slimy substance against the seat.

A few teenage boys were standing by the exit of the bus laughing. "Narc." They laughed and ran off at the next stop which was one of the local High School's.

I grabbed a wipe from my bag and cleaned my fingers and forehead. They had shot me with a large slimy spitball.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't used to this sort of treatment from locals. It was a part of the job. I was an agent of the DEA, drug enforcement administration, in Chicago Illinois. I assume those kids must have read the label on the file I was reading and figured as much. With the current political climate of the country it wasn't exactly the most admired job. Police, FBI, CIA, any type of government affiliated jobs were highly disliked by the public mass. But I couldn't blame them. The amount of corruption and discrimination that occurred in this country did a good job of making the people the system swore to protect feel the complete opposite. Unsafe, abandoned, victims of social injustice.

I never imagined in my life that I would be working as a Federal agent of the United States, it just sorta worked out that way. For starters I wasn't born an American Citizen. I was naturalized as a Citizen after a family vacation went horribly wrong.

It all started when I was ten years old. Just like any other ten year old my dream was to visit Disney World. That summer my parents and I took a 17 hour flight from Seoul South Korea to Orlando Florida. We had an amazing week, everything that I had dreamed. It was our last night at the resort and my father wanted to take a long walk on the beach. I walked a few footsteps behind my parents. They we're holding hands and talking about things I didn't care about. Boring adult talk you could say. But they were happy, I was happy.

The air was warm and humid. The ocean quite calm, but not calm enough to prevent the storm that we were about to walk into.