"They're in the wrong order and in the wrong language but, they still have the words." I blinked my eyes, my breath pattern becoming irregular with the fear that overcame my body. The deadly thoughts that roamed inside the panic room that people call a mind were killing me. "But you said you got rid of everything-"

"I have to go," I grabbed my purse, cutting off Jimin as I stormed out the room. The flashbacks of what happened to me, of the things they did to me that will torment me forever. I firmly slapped my hand onto the nearest tree, feeling dizzy, like I couldn't breathe yet all that was around me was air. I was having a panic attack.

"Kim Byeol? What a coincidence," I heard a voice behind me making me try my best to stand tall again, to not look weak. Because that's what I was taught, to never show what the heart feels. Yet I loved. It wasn't hard to mask the panic attack, makes you think, how much am I capable of hiding?

"Vin?" I rolled my eyes and tried to get away from him, I wasn't stable, last thing I needed was an even more unstable addict to talk to me.

"Stop," he called out even though I was obviously trying to avoid him. Suddenly my wrist was harshly grabbed, he yanked me backwards while glaring, "I said stop." He was holding my hand so tight it was definitely going to leave a bruise. "You have a millisecond to take your hands off of me,"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll slice them off, cleanly cut, put them in a shredder and cook them, add seasoning of course. You wouldn't even know if you were eating your own limb for dinner," I spoke in a monotone, and such a straight face he had to have known I wasn't joking. "Oops sorry! I'm on something, can't control the strength," he laughed like a lunatic. "So what do you want?" I questioned him, "other than a beating from the agent herself?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I just wanted to know if the CIS are working on Shadow, the entire mafia world are shaking in their boots at their return," Vin spoke. "Are you familiar with them?" I asked, "yeah I met one of the members the other day, they were friends with my father so I'm not under any threat. But my allies are a little shaken," he replied.

"Really?" I tilted my head while trying to hide the smirk about to release on my lips, god I love drugs.

"So, airhead, who did you meet? Where did you meet?" I took a step towards him, softening my gaze to seem more friendly. "We met over a cup of coffee actually, names are so confidential that he didn't actually tell me his. He went by the codename 'wish.' So answer the question, are you guys going to catch them?" He asked, still not realising how much key information he was spilling to me.

"We'll try."

I patted him on the shoulder, turning around as I threw my hands in my pockets, walking away with a smirk until I paused. Baekhyun.

I quickly got into my car, driving towards his home since his clinic had you know, boom boom blast. Me and him were the only ones who survived the experiments, the only ones who would be effected by the knowledge of the trigger words still existing.

"You have to leave the country," I surprised Baek with my words as soon as he opened the door. "They've got the words don't they," he muttered, letting me in with worry plastered on his face.

"Yes but don't worry, I won't let them use us," I placed my hand on his cheek gently. He was older yes, but he had never experienced someones love, someones care, someones affection, and quite frankly neither did I. But I've always been one to fix others desperately, with my own hands shaking. "What about you? Will you leave with me?"

"I can't, I have to put an end to this. We can run away now but how long till they find us again, how long can we run for?" I replied. "Alright then, if you stay I stay-"

"No you don't, don't be childish. You get on the earliest flight you can to the other side of the world and be gone by dawn, no buts," I cut him off. "How will you fight them alone? No one at the CIS currently was trained how we were, they can't take Shadow and you know that," he replied.

"I am enough."

"If I can make myself cry just by thinking about the things I'm capable of, then I am enough. A one woman army who can tear down the world," I gave a short smile.

"Fine, but before I go, I have to tell you something."

time skip

I lazily walked into my home, it had always been big but tonight, tonight of all nights it seemed as if while my loneliness swallowed me whole, it doubled the size of the house. Had those walls always been so echoey? Had there always been so many rooms? Had the silence always been so painful?

I had been sleeping in a different room since the night of the break up, but no more. I stepped inside the bedroom me and him once shared, plopping down onto the bed as if it wasn't still filled with the stench of sex. I had to sleep here, not sleeping here would make anyone think I was afraid of the memories it contained. I didn't.

I tried not to I swear, but my eyes fell onto the frame of mine and Jungkook's picture. Was it even real? The happiness we felt, the love visible in both our eyes? It couldn't have been, how could a love like that die and kill a piece of you along with it?

As soon as the emotion of sadness entered my veins the tears built up, I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to fight off a feeling I pretended I didn't feel. But of course I did, I was human. I was taught to turn sadness into pain then into rage. And I tried, the betrayal boiled my blood. But after that feeling faded all that was left was emptiness, how long can you be angry at someone for hurting you? Soon enough anger melts into a sadness, an empty feeling you can't explain.

As I slowly let myself burst into a water works of tears, I clenched onto the sheets in an overwhelmed state. I was flashed memories of the other night, when this same hand, clenched onto the same bed sheets in a state of pleasure. Doesn't it drive you absolutely mad? How fast the night changes?

next morning

Today was Saturday, the day of the event, although it was in the evening, getting ready would take a good amount of time. A lot of the guests were just coming to meet me, the tales of Agent 001 are intriguing, as am I.

With the spare time I had I decided to meet up with Taehyung. We sat in a nearby coffee shop, just to talk about the slight clues we had attained from Vin. "Wish?" He tilted his head in confusion, it was quite a peculiar codename, "why do you think it's that? I mean every codename holds some sort of meaning, Hera standing for the greek goddess, Euphoria standing for a feeling he wanted to feel. There must be a deeper meaning to it that would lead us to him if we just found out what it was," I spoke in deep thought.

"Here are your drinks," the waiter approached our table, interrupting my thoughts. I reached for the glass, accidentally brushing our hands against each other. A gasp escaped my lips as it felt like my entire body was electrified with this unfamiliarly familiar feeling. "I'm sorry," the waiter apologised, cleaning up the bit of the drink that had spilled with the shaking of my hand.

"Byeol you ok?"

Taehyung placed his hand over mine after realising my uneasiness. "Y-yeah... excuse me," I got up quickly walking over to the washrooms. I felt like hiding but I didn't know why, being around that waiter made me feel safe and scared all in one. Who the hell was he? I took a deep breath before going back to Taehyung who had already payed for the drinks. "We don't have to stay here if you're uncomfortable," he smiled, handing me my drink before we exited the café.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how puffy your eyes are, I'll deal with the cause of that sooner or later," Tae spoke, slightly cracking his neck. "We have to get a dress for tonight don't we?" He put his arm around my shoulder, walking me towards the street full of shops. "Stressed?" He said, noticing my expression.

"Slightly, I just hope tonight goes well, and it will now that Jungkook's out of the picture. The questions we would've gotten and the risk of him doing something suspicious as always was too high," I replied. "Pick anything you want," Taehyung gestured as we entered a luxury shop.

"Mr Kim are you saying you're buying?" I teased while smiling at him trying to look cool. "Yeah of course," he coughed as I chuckled before looking through clothes. Jungkook wasn't going to be at the party, but just knowing I was wearing his least favourite colour would give me a weird sense of satisfaction. Childish I know.

I picked out a dress, buying it before me and Tae split ways, I had to get full glam and makeup artists I had hired for tonight were probably waiting outside my house. After hours of them waving brushes in my face and doing my hair, the look was complete.

Missions were a daily thing so getting ready like this was rare but it felt nice. I felt pretty.

My driver picked me up in a luxury car, the whole journey there being filled with tension. The purpose of the gathering was to kiss the asses of all those foreigners so they would sell us weaponry, more specifically; nukes. I entered with all eyes on me, everyone had expectations, they probably had a little picture of me inside their head. The best agent in Korea, maybe even the world, standing right before them.

"You look beautiful, should I be glad your significant other isn't here?" The secretary of the vice president; Miso, approached me, eyebrow raised in suspicion of why Jungkook wasn't with me. "I mean don't get me wrong I'm not complaining, we'd all prefer him not here, but it does raise question on where lover boy is," she said. "Horrible flu, could barely get out of bed, I didn't want him to come here looking miserable." I lied.

"THAT'S GREAT- I mean, awh, well, tell him we all send him wishes to get well soon," she tried her best to sound sincere.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubbles ladies, you both seem quite delighted that I wasn't here, but what can I say?" A hand slid around my waist bringing me closer to the person who I recognised by the voice making me curse inside my head.

"I couldn't miss my girls big event," Jungkook looked down at me with a proud smirk. I took a deep breath.

Son of a bitch.