Oh those eyes.

They look like they want to murder me and make love to me all at once, only Jeon Jungkook can give such a stare.

"How's that organ donation system going? Still set on doing it the good way?" He changed the topic, finishing up his drink before we got up to leave.

"I told you, I don't want a bloody transplant, I'm not interested in living, it's boring. I'm tired of cheating death, I mean really, who survives 2 bullets to the heart?" I chuckled but his face remained stone, "that's not the slightest bit funny." He sounded almost disappointed in my manner, at my disinterest in an opportunity to live.

"How are you going to get revenge on Shadow if you're so weak?" He questioned, as if that was meant to be some sort of motivation for me to live.

"I don't want revenge, life's too short to be wasting it on people like them," I shrugged, sitting into the car. "You say this after taking down an entire base of Shadow," he spoke as I started to drive.

"I'm not doing this for revenge you fucking idiot. With those trigger words they can make me murder anyone they'd like, I'm doing this for others. Because I don't want innocent lives gone, I'm not a psychopath like you," I replied.

"HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO TURN EVERYTHING ON ME? Gosh Byeol, I get it, I'm a horrible person. We aren't talking about me, stop making everything about me," he sighed.

"Why? Are you embarrassed? That everything negative somehow links to you? You don't think that's a bloody sign you should change," I lectured him, my hand clenched tighter on the wheel as my speed built up.

"I DON'T NEED TO CHANGE!"

"FINE, stay a killer,"

"I'll see you in hell, my love."

I breathed out, regaining a normal safe speed. The last thing I'd want is for a car crash to happen because we're so toxic for each other that we can't even sit in peace.

"If I wanted revenge, I would've gotten it a long time ago. With the things inside my head, the amount of government secrets I know about countries all across the globe, I could've reigned war and watched the world burn. But I didn't, because I don't want that, I don't want more pain and suffering. Especially not with me at the centre of it. I can't take anymore fucking guilt Jungkook, I'll explode." I explained myself, "what about the chairman? Why did you kill him?" He asked.

"Because. He was a horrible person. The people who join the CIS get younger and younger every year, and to know that the man in charge of them was someone like him wouldn't let me sleep. They join with an urge to protect their country from evil, how could they know the country itself was the evil killing it? It's not revenge if I didn't do it for myself. It's preventing the exploitation of others, just because I went through it doesn't mean they have to," I replied, arriving at the destination.

"What about-"

"What are you curious George? Shut the fuck up," I cut him off, signalling him to get off as we reached where he told me to drop him off. "Meet me tomorrow at 6am sharp, Shadow will move fast to get you after an entire base of theirs got taken down, which only means we have to move faster, be 7 steps ahead," he told me. As soon as he stepped out he knocked on the glass, making me sigh before rolling down the windows.

"Don't think I haven't noticed none of my brother's are picking up my calls, I'll track them down soon enough, so watch out," he warned. "Awh, really, are you going to be their knight in shining armour? Save your little princesses from the castle?" I sarcastically asked. "I'm not a knight," he crossed his arms.

"I know, you're a little bitch," I fake smiled, driving off before he got to say anything. I had a meeting with that Jay guy later on in the evening, I still owed him a car replacement but with the whole getting abducted by my ex and then killing a bunch of bad guys, I didn't have time to.

In the meantime I decided to help Taehyung out with visiting tattoo shops. You'd think it's stupid, going to tattoo shops in Korea when looking at a tattoo of a man in the Russian mafia. Because you could easily assume they'd got it done in Russia, right?

Wrong.

The redness surrounding the picture, the constant fiddling of his hand due to the stinging of a newly done tattoo in the CCTV footage from the café. It was all too obvious he had gotten it done recently, you know what else happened recently? Shadow returning to Korea.

Taehyung was sending me the names of all the tattoo shops he'd been to, so I'd cut them off my list. He'd been going to hidden tattoo shops in the suburbs like a fucking idiot, why would a undercover member of a mafia group feel the need to go to a more quiet place? If he was truly a genius he'd go to a popular hotspot, where no one would suspect him to be, he'd easily blend with the crowd.

So that's what I did, I visited popular tattoo shops. Of course half the workers refused to give out confidential information like what tattoos they gave which of their customers, but one look into my purse they knew I had the ability to not only shoot down every soul in there, but to buy the entire store in a second.

I was unsuccessful in finding a shop which did that type of design, it was a rare type of star, the detail in it was beautiful, so beautiful that the only imperfection was the person who had it.

It became tiring, and the little motivation I had to begin with expired. I decided to go early to the coffee shop to meet Jay, the car I was driving was pretty new anyways, it'd be easier to just give him this one. As I entered the little bell attached to the door went off, signalling Jay who was currently cleaning up the last customers mess.

"Hey hey, it's the girl who fucked up my car," he spoke, going to wash his hands behind the counter. "Also the girl who saved your life but yeah, that works too," I replied, tiredly taking a seat at one of the tables. After finishing up his chores he sat in front of me, passing me a glass of ice-cold water.

"How was your day?" He asked politely, "killed a couple hundred people, broke into the warehouse of the biggest mafia group, and almost died, but that's an everyday thing now." I replied, not taking a sip of the water. It's not that Jay was acting suspicious, but that wasn't a reason for me to not stay on edge. I am someone that a lot of people want dead.

"W-wow uhm, nice? I just served a bunch of drinks that's all-"

"I didn't ask."

I cut him off tediously, the way he gulped made me laugh internally. "Can I ask you something?" He hesitantly began, I just spoke with my eyes, too lazy to give a proper response. "Do you like hurting people?" He questioned, taking me by surprise at the randomness of his words. "I don't know," I furrowed my eyebrows at my own answer, it was a yes or no question why- why did I say what I did?

"That's not a proper answer, c'mon Byeol," his vibe altered ever so slightly, as if his veil of pretence had flown to the side momentarily because of a gust of wind. "I don't remember telling you my name, Mr Jay." I tilted my head intimidatingly, watching him struggle to give me an answer.

As a con artist and the literal spy of Korea, it was easy to tell it was an act, I hadn't noticed it before but it was evident now.

But look at him. He's a child in a man's body, who gave him the job to spy on me?

"You're agent 001, there's no law interested person who doesn't know you," he replied calmly, relaxed out of nowhere. He's difficult to get a read on. "Right, how could I forget my popularity?" I spoke with a straight face, "so do you? Do you enjoy hurting people? I heard a lot of innocents have died amidst your battles, how does that make you feel? That you've taken more lives than you've saved?" The fast pace of his heartless questions stabbed me so deeply, I was left speechless, hurt, uneasy.

How did I let someone I didn't even know properly have that kind of effect on me?

"Your cars outside," I got up coldly, knowing I would end up losing my mind if this continued. "Avoiding the question are we?"

"I'm avoiding murder, because I have a loaded gun in my pocket and I won't hesitate to pull the trigger on you," I glared down at him, "of course you won't hesitate, you're used to it now aren't you? Taking innocent lives,"

So that's how it feels.

To be guilt tripped.

It stings.

I grabbed his collar, throwing him onto the table, breaking it perfectly in half. "You're right, I am used to it, so used to it that it's so easy for me to just blow out the little brain inside your head. To take a knife and cut open your stomach, look you in the eyes while I rip out your guts and mail them to your family in a cute little white box with a red bow on it," I spoke like a psycho. Was this truly me? What a hypocrite.

How dare I lecture Jungkook for being the way he is? When the only difference between me and him was that he didn't keep this side of him concealed. "Don't hang around a dormant volcano for so long, you never know when it'll just..." I leaned down closer to his ear.

"Boom."

I let go of him, letting him drop to the floor. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me," he spoke, acting like how my mum had when she was under hypnosis. Weird. Was Shadow playing mind tricks on me again? Using random acquaintances of mine to make it harder for me to differentiate between reality. I released a breath, realising if this truly was just another one of Shadow's acts to bring out the worst in me, then they succeeded. And I lashed out on this poor man.

"No I'm sorry, I'll pay for the damage in here," I spoke in regret of my impulsive actions. I walked him out the café, his other co-workers had left long before so it was just me and him. He closed up the shutter as he took the car keys from me, the way he kept his distance with fear in his eyes made me feel even worse. As he sat in the car, he rolled down the windows to mutter thank you.

"No problem," I replied, faintly smiling while my orbs apologised. He set his hands on the steering wheel, the motion causing his long sleeved shirt to tilt down slightly. "Bye Yeol," was the last thing he said before driving off. I cursed under my breath as I watched the vehicle drive away.

There was a star on his wrist.