"It's okay,"

I smiled through the understanding of the death that was finally going to meet me, a tear slipped my eyes, but it wasn't necessarily a tear of sadness. "I really am sorry Byeol," he said again, "I know you hate it when I don't listen to you," he cracked a smile. He scrunched his nose before regaining a tight grip around my wrist.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, this man will be the end of me. "I didn't use all my fuel," he suddenly came to that realisation. "Byeol I need you to hug me," he spoke, "don't you dare let go," he glared down at me, knowing how I was. He pulled me up far enough to hug his waist. Now he used both hands to hold onto the object, using all his strength along with a slight boost of the boots.

Once he got high enough, I got access to a place to hold onto. I subtracted my weight off of him, no longer relying on him to save me. We both jumped back onto the jet, running into the pilots section where we were safe of the winds. As soon as we got there we collapsed, falling onto our asses. "Don't say it," I glared.

"I told you we should've turned the car around."

jaechan pov.

I should've killed her when I had the chance. Now I sit here, so close yet so far to accomplishing my goal. The president of South Korea sits in the corner of the same room as me, trapped in chains.

30 minutes to take off.

The idiot ex members of once famous mafia group BTS, think I haven't noticed their entrance. I mean I literally broke into the president's building, do they really think I don't have access every camera on every corner?

I watch them foolishly try to get to the control room, easily knocked out by my men. While it was easy to keep them on leashes, I couldn't say the same about Byeol and her stupid lover. I watched all the jets blow to bits, whether they were in one of them is yet to be known. Either way, they stole the satisfaction I was meant to receive today.

"MR PRESIDENT!" A woman suddenly ran in, she looked at least 45. I furrowed my eyebrows, halting my men from doing anything just yet. She analysed the situation, immediately trying to head back out but I stood in her way. "Leaving so quickly?" I tilted my head, watching her lips quiver in fear. "I- I'm just a secretary, please, I won't tell anyone," she shut her eyes.

I loved it. The feeling of watching someone crumble under my wrath. It gave a sensation of unusual power.

"The secretary? Gosh I've read so much about you, sit down sit down, I won't hurt you," I smiled, offering her a seat, surprising her with my kindness. Right then the members of BTS were dragged in, thrown to the floor as my men beat them to shit. This put the woman slightly on edge, all this violence must've been too hard for a fragile person like her to handle.

Weakness. Feeling. Emotion.

Things I don't have.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you, but them, oh god I'll kill them," I spoke. "They managed to open the control room," one of my men informed me, "impressive, a year off and you guys haven't lost your touch." I chuckled, deep down I was slightly concerned, that control room was picked because it was meant to be one of the most secure places in all of Korea. How did these mere ex-mafias manage to get inside?

"Do you have to do this?" The woman questioned. Of course I didn't. This was a want. A deep desire that needed to be fulfilled or I'd go mad. More than I already am.

"You'll never succeed!" Jin spat, making me walk over to him. "You wanna bet on that?" I raised an eyebrow, eyes glaring down as I got bored of this play fight. "Kill them," I turned around, heading back to the secretary who was eyeing the president.

"If he doesn't annoy me I won't kill him, I might have to kill myself after this is over, you fuckers won't let me live in peace after will you?" I said, knowing what she'd be thinking. "Oh you can't do that... please don't kill yourself," she put her hand on mine gently before squeezing it so tight my thumb cracked. She whipped out a gun suddenly, holding it at my head. Her other hand reached onto her neck, she pulled something out, something that looked awfully familiar.

"That pleasure shall be mine, don't you dare take it,"

Kim Byeol. Using my own tech against me, of course. She threw knives at my men, preventing them from harming the members of BTS. She punched me across the face while I failed to process the situation, then she kneed my chin upwards, causing blood to build in my mouth. I fell onto my knees, spitting out the blood as I laughed.

"C'mon, not the face! You shouldn't damage art, that's foul," I smiled in an irritating way.

"You look like something I drew with my left hand," she scoffed at my words, rudely insulting my appearance. "You know, you used to obsess over this very face," I smirked.

"Clearly her type has improved,"

A man none other than Jungkook entered the room. He headed towards his brothers to set them loose of the chains, this must've been the plan all along. If those boys wanted to they could've not gotten caught, but it was necessary. "Boys go!" Byeol ordered, aware of the fact that I had men lined up on every inch of the building, and that they needed to move fast if they ever wanted to succeed.

"Jungkook-"

"I'll handle him, you go take care of the president," he exchanged positions with her, now being the one to hold me at a gunpoint. "You know it's adorable, how you read her mind, I used to be able to do the same," I said, watching her free the president and take him to safety.

"Keyword is used to though isn't it, what you used to do in the past I do right now, and I make her feel more than you ever did," he smirked. "Do you seriously have to prove you're better than him right now?" Byeol questioned him in disbelief, acting as support for the president to walk out.

"I don't have to prove anything love, I am better than him," he simply replied. I slowly got up from my position, wiping my lips as I readied myself to fight him. "Really now?" Jungkook chuckled, watching my fists at the ready. He put the gun down, taking off his jacket. "You hurt her, I don't like when people hurt her," he glared, gaze changing into a psychotic one. It felt like I was looking into my own eyes. "She killed your mother," I reminded him.

"And losing her will kill me."

He replied, tilting his neck ever so slightly to free up the nerve. "May the best man win," I spoke, "which is me, I'll win," he responded cockily, gosh he's a mirror.

The fight begun, punches being thrown everywhere. He duck down, building momentum with his leg, double kicking my chest. I got up from the floor as soon as, sliding my leg underneath him to make him fall. I got on top of him, punching his face again and again, not giving him time to fight back.

Right when I thought I was winning, my fist was tightly grabbed, so tight I felt my middle finger crack. He moved my fist to the side, making our eyes meet, revealing his blood thirsty orbs. That was when I knew I fucked up. Big time.

Our positions switched completely, he went absolutely relentless on me, hitting me in places I didn't even know could be numbed out like that. Right then I knew I couldn't win against him, so I played dirty, I always do. That's a trait I received from my father. Whether I liked to admit it or not. I yanked out a drug I'd always keep on me at times where I just wanted to escape, it would make you pass out completely for a good couple hours. Enough for me.

I jabbed it into his neck, watching his eyes slowly roll to the back of his head, I had my men throw him out the building, I didn't need him becoming a nuisance. I paced to the control room, watching Byeol's hands not stop for even a split second, she was working earnestly to deactivate the nuke. Sweat dripped, running down the side of her forehead. The boys had taken the president out and far away from this place, they must've realised.

I'd set it to blow. Right after I accomplished what I wished to, I would destroy this building, alerting the country of it's first step towards chaos.

30 seconds to take off.

"As powerful as I spoke your mind, you can't decipher this. It was coded by the most intelligent technicians in the world, even the passwords have passwords, you won't be able to get in-"

"Done."

"What?"

I watched her drop to the ground, sighs of relief one after the other. "You- that's not possible... You- you ruined my plan, I HAVE WAITED FOR YEARS AGENT, I'm gonna kill you," I was speechless, overwhelmed with that same constant feeling of fury. "You're a snake that isn't poisonous, how dare you act like you have venom in your teeth? You'll kill me?" She raised an eyebrow. "YOU? YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME?"

"You're nothing but a child with daddy issues."

She got up, the way she walked towards me, the way her aura completely dominated the situation made me look at her for who she actually was for the first time in years.

She was a walking calamity.

We swung at the same time, our fists meeting with force. The pain of our knuckles clashing and digging into each other was internally expressed, our egos were too huge to ever externally express it. "Oh c'mon agent, your little boyfriend put up a better fight," I spat, attempting to surprise her with a powerful kick but she grabbed it with one hand.

The way she tilted her head, the way her eyes reflected that stench of murder just like Jungkook's. It made me realise what a perfect pair of lovers they were, it was disgusting. "You know, I'm surprised you haven't ran to mourn Jungkook yet," I purposely chat shit to instigate reaction, to distract her so I'd get even the slightest chance of survival. Murder left her pupils, replaced with concern.

"Did you-"

"I know I said I'd let you have the honour to kill him but one thing led to another, he pissed me off and I just had to kill him, I'm sorry, I know you would've wanted to have that honour," I lied without batting an eye.

She elbowed me in the face, I'd managed to move slightly, the last time she knocked me out with that move was because she'd located a part of my body that'd cramp up if hit and cause me to black out. Learning from that I'd moved, only pretending like I passed out. I watched her attempt to rush out the room, but I already had my man standing outside the door with chloroform in hand.

Maybe she was his to love.

But she was mine to kill.

3rd person pov.

beep. beep. beep. beep. beep.

It wouldn't stop. The sound echoed in Byeol's ears but she couldn't search for the energy to flutter her eyes open and check what it was coming from. She was tied in chains, she knew it by that smell of metal dancing up her nostrils. There was something attached on her, taped forcibly onto her chest.

A bomb.

If Jaechan couldn't kill his father, which he'd find a way to do that sooner or later, he'd kill Byeol. Since both were people that made him feel. Although they made him feel opposite emotions, one who filled him with hatred and the other with love, to him getting rid of all feeling meant no weakness at all. He was like Jungkook in that aspect, they shared the ideology of 'if you feel you fall.'

But unlike Jungkook who grew immensely from it, Jaechan only dug deeper, trapping himself till there was no more escape. No chance of redemption left for him.

Byeol was stuck in chains as thick as a tree bark, there was no breaking out of them. She was aware she was the only one in the building, the only one who would be hurt in the blast. So she was ok with it. She was at one with this twisted fate.

"BYEOL," a person ran in, a figure who she didn't want present there at all. "Taehyung... You shouldn't be in here," she groaned, muttering weakly. He immediately bent down to her height, flabbergasted at the bomb that was set to blow in 5 minutes. He'd returned because she was nowhere to be found, everyone including Jungkook was out the Blue house, so where was their saviour? She sat awaiting death.

He tried his hardest, but those chains seemed unbreakable, you'd need an axe to break them, and an attempt to go find one would take too long, by then the bomb would've already gone off. "What can I do..." He uttered helplessly, feeling useless that he couldn't help her.

"Reach into my boot," she told him, he confusedly heeded to her command, finding a pocket knife, he stared down at it blankly, unaware of what to do next. "Kill me," she said, ordering him to do the impossible. "W-what are you talking about?" He'd naturally been taken aback by such an unusual order.

-flashback-

"I won't let Shadow kill you, I promise you that."

-

"Byeol I-"

"Please..." She'd started to cry, she'd lost. Even after winning she'd lost. She was meant to come out of this alive. "I can't..." He paused, watching her break down as he glanced down at the knife smeared in temptation staring up at him. "I don't want to die at their hands, Taehyung," her voice cracked, already crying but on the verge of releasing a waterfall from those pitiful orbs of hers.

"You promised."