JK POV

Her hands tightly clenched on my shirt, glaring at me because of what I had said. I grabbed her hands and harshly pushed them away from me.

"If you're North Korean then you're North Korean, why are you getting so defensive?" I rolled my eyes at her behaviour.

"I don't know," she swallowed her own spit before clearing her throat, embarrassed at her actions.

"But, why won't you ask? We're in a room full of dead people, why are you so fine with it?" I asked.

"I'm used to it."

Used to it? Oh god how curious I am about her. I noticed goosebumps appear on her skin, realising she was cold, I grabbed a hoodie and threw it at her.

"I don't really remember what happened to your clothes, or where they are," I awkwardly shrugged, scratching the back of my head. The corner of my lips slightly turned upwards seeing the tips of her fingers poke out the ends of the sleeves because of how big my hoodie was.

"I'll make breakfast and then I'll drop you home," I said, walking up the stairs leaving her down there. I washed my face, trying to slap myself to remember what had happened last night.

"My tolerance for alcohol is so high, there's no way I passed out after a couple of shots," I released a breath.

I reached into my pockets to find my badge, it had fallen off of my necklace so I had just put it away thinking I would fix it later.

"Ah, where is it," I said, searching quickly.

- She glared, barging past me, making things fall out of my open pocket. Thinking it was just loose change from the water bottle I had bought earlier, I just walked off. -

"Oh fuck, I shouldn't have just walked off," I face-palmed in annoyance of my carelessness.

I walked back down to see Byeol setting plates on the table with food. I made a drink for both of us as I sat on the table and she sat infront of me. We both just sat in silence, she looked pretty nervous.

"I can't believe we woke up in the same bed," I said, starting a conversation.

"That's why I told you not to let me drink alcohol, look at how things ended up," she replied, finally sipping the drink I had made for her, making me smile sinisterly.

"But Byeol."

"You didn't even drink the alcohol."

Byeol POV

I was running late to go to a internet café, word was that 'Euphoria' was thought to have been visiting there. I didn't want to miss this only lead so I rushed there. While running I accidentally bumped into some idiot who wouldn't move out the way. He'd caught me, and as much as I should've hated it, I felt safe in his embrace, weird. This kind gesture which was soon cut off with his words.

After finishing my rant at him I barged past his shoulder on purpose when I heard things fall on the floor. I turned around to see him walk away, before my eyes fell on what was on the floor.

"No bloody way,"

I bent down to see a badge, with a familiar logo embedded into it. I quickly ran in the same direction the guy I had bumped into went, watching him sit at a bus stop while I couldn't believe my luck.

"Euphoria."

"Didn't know it'd be this easy to find you."

I stood behind him and watched him curiously. "How can such a wanted man be roaming around the streets so carefree?" I thought. I stood there for actual hours, watching him stare into the distance, waiting for his move so I could make mine.

Finally he stood up and started walking towards a bar, I fixed up my hair before getting into character. I walked in and started a conversation.

It was easy to fool him with my acting, poor boy must've thought I was actually interested in him. When he got up to go to the toilet I got my golden opportunity, I mixed a drug into the wine bottle.

He forced me into trying the drink as well, I sighed watching him happily pour a glass for me.

I of course, knew that there was a drug mixed in that very bottle. So I turned the other way to act like I was being polite, but in reality it was so I could spill it without him realising.

Then the plan began, like I wanted, his drunk state led me to his home. He seemed to have a habit of sleeping shirtless, because even while being drugged, he took it off unconsciously. Bad thing is, I have the same habit. So I took off my oversized shirt, knowing I'd have at least a vest underneath. We kind of had to sleep in the same bed for the plan to work. It had to look like both of us had no clue what happened.

A man had broken in and JK ran down the stairs, pushing me inside the room to keep me out of it. I walked outside to see him talking, I was confused as to why this 'great mafia' was struggling to kill some petty man.

That man threw a knife in my direction and I moved as quick as possible. My reflexes are better than I remember. After killing the man I looked back at Euphoria who stared at me in wonder.

I stared back at him, surprised at how he could guess I was North Korean just by analyzing my knife skills. Of course I was offended, but quite impressed too.

I made breakfast just to pay him back for offering me his hoodie. I sipped the drink he made me happily, satisfied at how easy my plan was going into works, until he spoke. "You didn't even drink the alcohol."

"What do you mean? If I didn't we wouldn't have ended up like that this morning," I replied, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"You must think I'm an idiot. Why don't you introduce yourself properly? Unless you want me to do it?" He asked, glaring as he stood up, walking over towards me.

"Kim Byeol. One of the biggest con artists in the world, a girl who almost managed to fool me," he laughed, clapping. "You missed out the hit-woman part," I replied, trying to seem unfazed, I got up and was about to grab the knife sitting on the counter, sensing danger.

"Settle down missy," he said, holding a gun to my head.

"Fine. You caught me. What are you gonna do now? Kill me?" I sighed, rolling my eyes. He purely smiled and handed me the gun. "Nope, you can complete your little task and kill me," he spoke, ever so relaxed. I raised my eyebrow, confused at his bold choice.

"Shoot me. You filthy North Korean, shoot me!" He screamed, instigating me on purpose.

"Watch your mouth," I glared, pointing the gun towards him. As soon as I layed my finger on the trigger about to press it. A sharp pain crossed my heart.

I fell on my knees, clenching my hoodie tightly in agony. "Guess you're not the only one who can mix drugs in other people's drinks," he shrugged his shoulders. "What the fuck did you give me?" I spat, trapped in an overwhelming state of pain.

"A drug that will make you fall in love with me. It's a little something that won't let you harm a single hair on my head, let alone shoot me," he chuckled.

"Every time you try to hurt me, you'll be in double the amount of pain. Now your heart belongs to me, and so do you," he looked me up and down.

"Why not just kill me? Why do this pointless bullshit?" I asked, finally recovering from the immense pain.

"Because it's fun. This morning my secretary got killed thanks to the idiot who broke in. And you'll never guess who my new one is."

He smiled mischievously, his eyes looking in my direction. I looked around wondering if there was someone standing behind me. When I looked back at him, I let out a small gasp at how he had leaned down to my height, only a few centimetres away from my face.

"Why are you looking around babygirl? I'm talking about you," there it is, that annoying fucking smirk.

"First of all, call me babygirl again and I'll physically rip out your tongue, second of all, I will not, and will never, be a fucking secretary for you," I told him, about to turn around and leave. A bunch of guards stood at the door with guns preventing me to go out.

"I'm afraid you have no choice. Especially with the drug, don't you feel a little different? Don't I look a lot more handsome?" He fixed his shirt.

"Not at all," I lied, his entire appearance had started to glow, my heart beating faster every time I made eye contact.

"That's weird~ the drugs supposed to make you fall in love with me," he laughed, running his fingers through his hair.

Everything went slow-motion, he looked ethereal. I shook my head as to what bullshit I had started to see after the drug started taking effect.

Secretary? For the man I need to kill?

But how can I even kill a man I've been forced to fall in love with?