arrest me (lee hyunjae)

13

Yuna wiped her tears. "So, is this goodbye?" Her voice shook. She had grown to like the two of them so much.

Jiwon and Younghoon nodded, fighting their own tears back. They had failed to protect Yuna and her father.

There was no plan to abduct Yuna, it was all to throw them off. They diverted all of their defenses off from the President, onto her, and now, the President was gone.

And it was all their fault.

"I guess it's back to catching robbers." Jiwon sighed, trying to break the ice.

After Jiwon and Younghoon hugged Yuna for the last time and watched her disappear into the crowd of the many newly added, and very much needed, security, they were already on their way back to their original station.

"Break-in, museum near the town hall," Sergeant Han said, weakly. He had been feeling guilty about this whole thing too.

Younghoon wouldn't leave Jiwon's side when they had arrived at the location this time. "If you get hurt again, I don't know what I would do to this jerk."

Guns pointed, flashlights on, they crept between the broken glass that littered the pristine floors. Paintings lay tilted against the fancy walls.

It was like deja-vu. It was all happening again. Jiwon huffed. She had messed up quite a lot, and she was getting very bored of it.

Younghoon abruptly stopped, putting a hand on Jiwon's shoulders.

"That's him." Younghoon's eyes widened before darkening immediately. "The one who hurt you one too many times."

He raised his gun, his finger on the trigger, while the suspect, completely oblivious to what was happening, was busy tucking a pretty porcelain tea set into a satchel.

"Don't shoot him, let's just catch him instead." Jiwon stepped forward, putting her hand on Younghoon's arm. He growled. "He'll hurt you again!"

He turned to the man again, his finger pulling the trigger.

Jiwon lunged onto him, the gun shooting the ceiling instead, startling the man.

"Holy-" He turned, his hands on his heart.

Although he should've packed up and ran right then and there, he just couldn't. Why the heck was Jiwon laying on Younghoon?

Hyunjae's anger bubbled in his chest, still confused since he had no idea where these feelings were coming from.

Younghoon lay flustered, his face inches away from Jiwon's. She immediately climbed off, and Hyunjae took that chance to lunge a random vase at Younghoon.

His eyes widened, before he was hit and laid unconscious.

Jiwon spun around, her eyes full with fury, landing on the guy. "Stop lunging vases at us and just fight us already!" Her gun pointed straight at him.

Hyunjae chuckled. "Nice to see you again, princess."

Jiwon's eyes widened. That voice again?

"It's you, isn't it?" Jiwon's voice faltered, her gun lowering. "You're the robber! But why did you get close to Yuna?"

Hyunjae gasped. "You finally caught me." Sarcasm laced in his voice. "I guess I'll have to chuck another vase at you and hope you lose your memory." His hands already grabbing another nearby object.

Jiwon growled, not exactly liking that memory. "You tell me, why were you in the Blue House?"
She stepped closer to him, her feet never faltering.

Hyunjae didn't want to throw a vase at her, well.. not again.

"Tell me!" she screamed, her gun now aimed at him once again, her finger on the trigger. "Our president is gone, and if you're responsible for it, I won't hesitate to end your pathetic life."

Police sirens blared, echoing throughout the whole building.

He was supposed to escape, but now, he was too late.

"The building is surrounded, I suggest you give in."

"FIND HIM, AND DO NOT STOP UNTIL YOU DO!"

Jiwon lost her charisma and groaned at that voice; they were always messing things up, and those pesky police almost killed her.

Hyunjae rolled his eyes at the voice. "Your police are absolute idiots." He glanced at the leader of those "idiots". There was Eunjung, and her somewhat better foreign friend, Krista. He remembered having to save Jiwon because Eunjung's knuckle brain decided to lunge a bomb at her.

Snipers lit up the room, their green lights hovering over Jiwon and Hyunjae.

"HANDS UP!"

Hyunjae raised his hands in surrender, a playful smirk still on his face.

"ON YOUR KNEES."

He lowered himself down, whispering to Jiwon in front of him. "I'll give you all the information about your President, if you get me out of this situation." He looked back up at her.

He had beautiful eyes. Jiwon shook her head out of that thought.

She sighed. Her hands moving to the little device on her belt.

"Throw that smoke bomb, and we'll both be out of here."

She hated this, but she needed to escape so she could save her own country. Without a president, everything would mess up and leave a devastating toll on their country.

"You leave me behind, and I won't be as lenient next time." She said, a little unsure.

He chuckled. "Hey, professionals like me, have standards."

"ARREST HIM!"

Hyunjae's eyes widened. "Now!"

Jiwon released the bomb, the smoke filling up the room. Desperate coughs echoed here and there and Jiwon felt strong arms wrap around her waist immediately, her head pushed into a strong chest.

"Don't breathe the smoke in and do not move."

Wind blew her hair, and when she had determined herself safe, pulled her head out of the chest.

He was sprinting for a car that had been waiting for him, completely leaving behind the smoky building.

And somehow, he still had that brown sack with the tea set in his hands.

"Our client is paying a lot for this." He said, smiling down at the girl in his arms while she rolled her eyes. So that's where they got their money.

After being placed in the shot-gun seat, she sat there, staring at the man in disbelief. Hyunjae sped off. "Gosh, your whole unit is full of idiots."

Jiwon mumbled in agreement, still slightly woozy from all that smoke. She forced herself awake and stared at him..

"Now, tell me everything you know." Jiwon said, threateningly, her hand holding the gun that lay in her holster sternly.

Hyunjae lifted one hand off of the steering wheel in surrender. "Woah, woah. Chill, I'll tell you everything, okay?"

"So, can you please let go of the gun now?"