Finally, the last subject of the day. Some collective voice deemed it as their favourite subject, while the opposing opinion called it as a form of physical torture in school. Physical Education, or it may be known as P.E. Of course, their experience played a big role on the opinion they form on whether they either loved school, or hated it.

A group of students were seen going into the gender-separated locker rooms. Some excitedly trotted inside the locker room, while others went by the notion of getting through with it, then resting in their peaceful abode afterwards.

At the back of the crowd, Dami trudged along, head down as she was still upset after her fight with Heejin earlier in the day. Deep in thought, she frowned as she thought of her predicament. It was very much frustrating to put it into words. Everything was so simple and uncomplicated before she met Heejin.

Namjoon only required her to do one important thing. Well, maybe two, if the constant nagging of keeping her clothes on counted. It wasn't her fault that he never understood the liberal feeling of being free and feeling the air without some piece of cloth suffocating her. Anyways, her duty was to help him in their missions, then get the payment after all the deeds were done. They needed to do this to survive after all. She might not remember much, but she took to the role of being his partner in crime like a baby bird first flying out of their nest. The guns and fighting was natural to her.

Then, there came Jackson and Yuju. It didn't take a long time at all getting acquainted (or maybe reacquainted) with them. Jackson was all fun and mischief, while Yuju acted as her adopted responsible big sister. The three of them got along so well that sometimes it made Namjoon pull his hair out because of what they've been up to.

Now, a problem came in the form of the mysterious caller, Heejin. After only a few hours spending time with her, Dami admitted that she wanted to be her friend. Not only because it was expected for their mission, but Dami saw how terribly sad and lonely she was. However, after all was said and done, Heejin still kept giving mixed signals. Insisting her that she didn't need anyone. As if she was unworthy of any helping hand that came by. An then, she lied. Dami couldn't stand liars. Admittedly she didn't have any traumas of her lost memories. But she had to live with it, and trust that anything that was being said to her was the truth.

Dami sighed, thinking of these thoughts was not getting her anywhere, nor was it appropriate to have it during her mission. Shaking her head to rid of the negative thoughts, she went into the girls' locker room.

Upon entering, she noted Heejin was changing in front of the line of lockers that was close to the doors. Not paying any attention, she went further inside the room where a set of lockers were bare from any students.

Changing her top, Heejin noted as Dami passed behind her. She looked on in concern as her gaze lingered on her back. A deep crease appeared between her eyebrows, thinking if she had messed up her newly found friendship with Dami.

After tying her shoelaces, she timidly went to Dami as she began to undress, trying to ignore the glances she received from her classmates.

"H-hi Dami."

"Hey," Dami replied, not looking up from unbuttoning her shirt.

A few seconds passed in silence.

"Are you... are you mad at me?" Heejin uttered.

Dami looked up at that. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?"

Heejin's gaze went to the floor, as she hunched against the locker next to her. "It's just that—what happened in the bathroom..." Heejin sighed, and her eyes locked on Dami's. "I didn't mean to hide something from you. My problem is just a small one. And I can handle it on my own-"

Dami held up her hand to stop her. "Heejin, I don't mind at all if you decide to not tell me things." She shrugged. "Everyone has their own secrets. I just hate it when people lie to me." Dami stopped at that, not explaining further the reason why.

"Promise me it's nothing big that I need to save you from?" Dami asked.

"...I promise," Heejin replied, her lips formed a small smile before it straightened.

Dami nodded and smiled in reply. Heejin didn't notice that Dami's eyes stayed on her.

Facing back towards the locker, Dami took off her top and started toeing off her shoes. Heejin's eyes followed a dark colour from the corner of her eyes and she took a double take as her eyes widened and she realized a tattoo was emblazoned on Dami's skin.

Heejin gaped at the tattoo, as she saw the full details of the ink that spanned across her upper back and ended down just after her waistline. Intricately patterned strings wove and linked on two different hoops. As different lengths of the ropes attached various sizes of beads and feathers, swayed in a way as if an imaginary breeze was present. The black ink struck in contrast against her smooth alabaster skin.

"W-when did you get this?" Heejin lifted her hand as she pointed to the tattoo.

Dami glanced at Heejin. "What? Oh, I don't really remember," Dami replied.

Heejin blinked a couple times. Surely a tattoo this big she would remember the reason to have it. And the pain too, if what she eavesdropped on a couple of heavily tattooed elderly customers conversed was true. Heejin looked closely at the tattoo, remembering a historical fact when her class was learning about the social problems the Japanese had.

"The tattoo. It looks like the ones the Yakuza might have."

A sudden memory flashed, as Dami remembered an old conversation she had with a nameless face.

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"This will protect you from bad spirits, and good spirits will give you strength that helps protect you from those who wants you down, Yoobin."

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She stayed silent as she remembered the sudden flash of memory, squeezing her eyes shut as she fought the headache that came right after.

From her side, Heejin asked in concern. "Dami, are you alright?"

"Just fine, Heejin," Dami replied, smiling at her.

Hushed whispering caused Heejin to turn her head, instantly noticing the whispers and suspicious glances from her classmates. Her eyes widened a bit as she realized Dami's tattoo was in full view. 'If this got out...'

"Dami, you better cover it back again," Heejin spoke with urgency.

"Chill, the teachers are not here," Dami replied nonchalantly.

Heejin grimaced, "I'm not talking about them."

Confused, Dami turned around to ask what Heejin meant. As she turned, Heejin pointedly moved her eyes towards the other girls gaping behind them.

"What the fuck are you looking at?!" Dami barked.

In a frenzy, the girls all turned and bolted out the door. Those who didn't finish changing scrambled with only a shoe on, and some hastily put on some interesting combination of clothing.

Dami laughed at the seemingly empty locker room, the sound echoed. "You see? No one will know."

Heejin raised her eyebrows as she muttered, "Well, that's one way to quiet them."

After redoing and double knotting her shoelaces, Dami jumped up, pumped up her fist as she exclaimed, "Let's go! P.E. awaits us!" She grabbed Heejin's hand, dragging her out of the locker room.

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Walking side by side down the hall, they went through the open double doors that led to the gymnasium hall. Looking around the room, Dami narrowed her eyes as she searched for the familiar purple hair. It was risky, as they hadn't had the time to dye their hair last night. Fortunately, none of the teachers assigned them any detentions... yet anyway.

Her eyes zoned in on a lone figure sitting down in boredom as he propped his head up on his hand. Dami chuckled as some high pitched giggles caused his frown to deepen. 'Better get there before he does anything he might regret' Dami thought.

"Namjoon oppa!" Dami called for him, her arm high waving.

"Idiot! What took you so long?" Namjoon scowled, he stumped towards them as he was left alone to suffer from the sound of whispering and giggling in constant replay.

Heejin stepped next to Dami as she apologized. "Sorry for being late, Dami took a long time tying her shoes."

"I just forgot some steps and had to redo it a couple times," Dami mumbled.

Namjoon smirked at that. "Come here, Dummy," Namjoon said as he went up to Dami as he tried to bring an order to her disarrayed hair.

Amused at their display of affection, Heejin tried to stifle her laughter from the wayward jealous glances and whispering their classmates could not contain. They looked quite sweet together, Heejin admitted. If only she had someone to care and protect her, life would be in an increasingly lighter shade than it was.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Heejin warned them quietly. "Do you guys need to be so sweet? It's getting hard for others to watch."

Namjoon and Dami turned to Heejin, realizing there were onlookers from the rest of the class.

Dami smirked. Oh how easy teenage hormones and instincts clouded their minds. She looked up at Namjoon, pulled his head down and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Pulling away slowly, she grinned and wiped her lips with her finger. Namjoon was not handling it that well based on the colour of his cheeks as he avoided Dami's gaze.

He cleared his throat. "Seriously, where is this coach? Is he always this late Heejin?"

"Oppa, your face looks like a tomato right now." Dami teased him and poked his red cheeks.

"Cut it off, shorty!" he exclaimed. Heejin was trying to hold her laugh in, was about to reply before the hall doors burst open.

A medium build man walked in, taking big strides as he greeted the class with a smile. "Good afternoon class, sorry for being late, I was having a chat with someone," he laughed.

"Ooh, was it your girlfriend?" a male student asked.

"Coach Woo has a girlfriend~" a girl at the back sing-songed. 

"No, I was held back in the meeting room discussing with one of the teachers. Now- they told me we have two new transfer students here?" he said as his eyes swiped across the room, finally landing on a group of three students standing close together.

Dami noted a slight quiver coming from her friend as his gaze locked on them.

Dami stepped forward, slightly covering Heejin from his line of sight. Her smile was big as she greeted the coach. "Hi, my name is Dami."

Namjoon copied her movements, but without the smiling part. "I'm Namjoon," he grunted.

The coach smiled back, his arms open in a welcome gesture. "Welcome, I hope your time here has been nothing but wonderful," he said as his eyes glinted. "Now, anyone want to take a guess what we're doing today?"

"Sleeping," a female student crowed.

"You can do that when you're at home," he continued, making the girl's face bright red.

"What about Frisbee?" another girl intoned.

"Close but not quite," he said as he hoisted up a convertible bag. Unzipping it, he pulled out a bright red ball. "We're doing dodge ball."

"Yes!"

"Oh no..."

"Alright," Coach Woo broke the chatter. Anyone here who's not able to play?" he asked as he looked at the students.

Next to Dami, Heejin slowly rose her hand up.

"Sorry coach, I've been feeling really unwell," Heejin meekly explained.

"It is fine Miss Heejin, you can take a rest on the benches." As Heejin went, Dami noticed an odd glint in his eyes.

"Now, let's split up into two teams shall we?"

After a lot of name calling including some students who were shouting their own names to be on the better team, the two teams were decided. The coach assessed the two groups, lingering his eyes on the two new students.

"Wow, are you serious. The other team are mostly athletes. There's no way we're going to win."

Dami turned to her teammate and slid her eyes to the opposing team. Well, he was right about one thing. As she saw that the group have more toned and built forms compared to her team.

A girl next to her interrupted her thoughts, "Well, new girl. You know how to play right?"

"What me? No, I've never played before." At that, the whole group seemed to moan and sigh in defeat.

"We're doomed! Doomed!" a boy bellowed.

"You know how to fight but you don't know how to play dodgeball?!" asked another girl. Dami didn't answer.

Coach Woo's voice rang at the front, interrupting their apparent demise. "Okay guys. The rules are simple. Six balls are placed along the lines, and all you have to do is run, grab it and throw to the opposite team. When the ball hits any part of the body, you'll be out, but if the opposing team catches, then the person who threw it is out. Any questions?"

The whole class stayed quiet, as the instructions were simple to understand.

"No questions? Then you guys can go prepare behind the lines."

"You think you can do it Dami?" Namjoon asked.

Dami shrugged. "It sounds easy."

A student next to her added, "Yeah, until you have to play it." He walked off, dreading of his situation.

"Jeez, it's not like we're gonna die," Dami muttered lowly.

Namjoon laughed at that. "Chill, they're just overreacting. Just follow what I do." Dami nodded, doing the okay sign with her fingers.

Getting ready, the two teams were poised and ready behind the lines. With the opposing looking menacing, trying to scare the other team. Dami tried to cheer her team up, telling them to ignore their looks and instead focus on getting the balls in the middle.

With a counter coming from Coach Woo, he blew the whistle. And the two teams were off, sprinted as fast as they could to get to the red balls first. Alas, Dami's earlier encouragement only resulted them getting only one ball thanks to Namjoon's quick sprint. While the opposing team, Dami noted they were laughing as they held five balls in their hands. No time to dwell now, she thought and quickly moved behind Namjoon as the team were starting to throw the balls.

Lightning fast, Namjoon threw the balls first, hitting one holding a ball in their hands. With that, all turned in his direction and was immediately bombarded with a flying ball. Luckily, Namjoon and Dami ran the other away just in time as the balls either missed or took out their teammates.

Paying attention to those around, Dami noted that her team was decreasing in number as they were not fast enough to dodge. At the same time, she picked up a rolling ball, giving it to Namjoon as he threw, the targets immediately went out.

Red streaks, were flying between two teams, until it came down to only three in her team and four in the other.

Dami watched her teammate with lifted eyebrows. She was dodging the balls like it was no one's business, moving away just in time as it went sailing past where she was just standing.

Two in the opposite team nodded to each other, threw at the same time, and the girl barely manage to dodge one but the other hit soundly at her knee. She cussed, while the opposite team cheered as they succeeded.

"C'mon guys! Only two left!" a girl in the opposite team cried from the benches.

Instantly, a ball sailed across the court, hitting the opponent square on her leg as she wasn't paying attention. The team looked around at the duo, as Dami immediately gave Namjoon a ball.

"You're dead meat!" one of them shouted.

Namjoon blocked a ball with the one in his hands as he turned to Dami. "You know what to do, Dami?"

"Yep," Dami replied.

"Ok get ready... Now Dami!" Namjoon stoop down and rolled away. At the same time, the two balls came fast and was immediately grasped tight in two hands. Dami's smile was manic as she looked at the one left.

"What? I thought she didn't know how to play?!" Voices rang out on the benches as her team cheered.

"One more! One more! One more!"

"Ready Dami?"

"Hell yeah."

Their opponent eyed the duo, his eyes fast as he looked for any signs who would throw the ball first. He was the fastest one out of them all, and he wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Go!" On his shout, he and Dami both threw their ball at the same time. The boy missed the ball just in time as he predicted that was going to happen. What he didn't prepare for was the last ball Dami was holding.

As if in slow motion, Dami twisted around and launched the ball before she was going to lose balance. Meanwhile, he was getting up from his dive, when a ball hit him square on his chest. The blow was so hard he was knocked back off of his feet, landing flat on his back.

Three short blow of the whistle later, a sudden cheer rose in the gymnasium hall, as Namjoon and Dami's team all went around them to celebrate. It was a first win in all the years they've played dodge ball, and their team was glad that the curse had been broken.

"Dude! I thought you didn't know how to play?" a boy exclaimed. 

Dami laughed, high-fiving him. "Well I didn't say I didn't know how to throw a ball, did I?"

A commotion was happening with the other team, causing the group to look at the losing side of the hall.

"Coach! They were cheating! The new girl clearly knew how to play," a girl whined, as others around her nodded in agreement.

Dami spoke up before any upcoming questions were asked. "No, really this is my first time playing. Ask Namjoon if you don't believe me," Dami shrugged and all eyes turned to Namjoon.

"Er- yeah. She didn't play any sport while we grew up," he lied.

"Grew up? So you guys are actually siblings?"

Namjoon turned to the one asking as he quickly remembered the cover story Jackson had already told them before. "Our family knew each other before we were even born," he scoffed as an added annoyed effect of asking a stupid question.

"Alright, alright, enough fighting. You guys win fair and square so Team Dami wins! Now class is dismissed."

Another cheer erupted from their group as they formed a ring around to celebrate in what a ceremonial kind of dance. Finally, the other team accepted their defeat, and some were seen congratulating them for the fun game.

Dami went out of the crowd to celebrate with a certain someone, but she wasn't on the bench as she expected. Her eyes were then drawn to two lone figures talking quietly to each other. Her eyebrows creased as Heejin followed the coach out through the door.

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Two clicks from the door were the only sound in the silent room as Coach Woo turned and sat on his seat, eyeing the girl in front of him.

Heejin refused to meet his eyes, as she fought the cowardice of not asking him the question that would lead her to escape her personal hell. With a deep breath, she blurted out, "I don't want to do this anymore!"

Coach Woo's eyes slowly turned to her. Assessing eyes caused Heejin to shiver, unable to stop her response. The corner of his lips lifted at the sight.

"Do what Miss Heejin?" he drew out the question.

It was a couple seconds later that Heejin replied. "What we're doing after school. It's not right," she ended her sentence in a whisper.

Coach Woo's eyes narrowed at that. "I'm afraid I can't let that happen. If not," he took out his mobile phone, showing a video to Heejin. 

Heejin's eyes widened at the sight and oncoming sound as Coach Woo turned up the volume. It was them, in one of their nightly appointments. Inexplicable act were happening, and Heejin's eyes widened in fear as she heard his next words. "If not, I'll send this to all the teachers, students, and," he chuckled darkly. "And your poor old grandmother. If only they knew that the shy, quiet girl in class is actually a slut willing to fuck a teacher more than twice her age? And what of your grandmother? To see her dear granddaughter like this would surely cause her heart to-"

Coach Woo was cut off by Heejin falling upon his feet, groveling while her tears spilled. "I'll do it, I'll do it! Just please don't send the video!"

Coach Woo smirked at that. He bent down, lifting up her face to his. He moved in closer, breathing in the smell of her hair as he moved the dark tresses of her hair to whisper in her ear. "Don't forget that you came to me first Heejin. You were so willing to do anything to get the money to pay for the medicine for your sick grandmother. Hmm? Now be a good little slut, and come by my house at 10 o'clock. Alright?"

Heejin nodded solemnly in response.

"Good girl," he murmured, pulling back.

"Now get along now Miss Heejin, enjoy the rest of the day off."

Just like that, Heejin snapped out of her daze. She stood shakily on her feet, unlocked the door, and slowly shut the door behind her. She walked off along the empty hallway with heavy steps, as she tried to keep her tears in. It would not be good if any passing student or teacher found her bawling her eyes out in the hallway.

Further along the corridor behind Heejin, Namjoon and Dami stepped out of their hiding place. Dami looked on sadly at her friend, wishing she could ease her pain somehow.

"Well," Namjoon sighed. "We got the motive, so let's go back and get ready."

Dami nodded. "Okay, oppa."

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That night was unforgiving in reminiscence of the life a female student led. Heavy blobs of rain fell and smashed on pavements and windows and loud flashes of thunder stroke down through the city, Heejin walked alone in a neighborhood area gripping her umbrella as she was on her way to Mr Woo's house. Almost reaching to her destination, someone clad in a black jacket approached from behind. His arms reached around her, cupping her mouth with a saturated cloth. Heejin tried to break away as she smelled the drug and escape from his grip. A short while later, she fell back unconscious.

The guy carried her towards a black van and opened a door at the back, placing her inside the lit vehicle. He got into the van and closed the door. Five minutes later, another female figure stepped out of the van and walked away without any form of protection from the rain. She looked around when she reached her destination, and without hesitating, she walked up towards the house and pushed the doorbell button.

Unlocking sounds came from the door and the owner of the house opened it, frowned in confusion as the girl wasn't the one he was expecting. The girl was short and an instant recognition rang in his head as he saw her bright purple hair.

"Dami?" he called her name but she said no word as she glared.

"W-what are you doing here?" he asked again but no reply came. As he thought something might have happened to her, he looked around but there was no one walking around in the streets.

"Mr Woo... can I come in?" she finally spoke. Mr Woo looked around again, sure to see Heejin's familiar form coming to his house.

"Y-yeah, sure." He invited her inside and closed the door. As he turned around, he saw Dami who had already took off her black leather jacket, leaving her in soaking white T-shirt which he could clearly see her bra through her shirt.

"I'm gonna get you a towel." He walked away and went to his room. Opening his closet and grabbing a towel, he closed the closet door and his eyes snapped to to a figure coming into his room.

"Miss Dami, y-you know that you're not supposed to be in my room," he spoke.

"Yeah, I know," Dami smirked as she closed the door leaving both of them inside.

"H-here." He gave a towel to her and she grabbed it, wiping her soaking wet hair while Mr Woo took out a cigarette box from his pocket and taking one out to put it in his mouth.

"Why are you here anyway?" he spoke as he tried to light up his cigarette with a lighter.

"Looking for you, Mr Woo," Dami replied.

"Me? Why?"

Dami put the towel around her shoulder and walked closer to him. He didn't move a bit as she looked up and their eyes met. "Just... I want to meet you."

"You can meet me tomorrow, Miss Dami. I've something to do right now." Mr Woo pushed her aside and walked to the door in a fretful manner.

"Are you waiting for someone, Mr Woo?" Dami made him stop his movements, as he stood in front of the door.

"It's none of your business."

"If you're waiting for someone, I don't think she's going to come tonight."

His eyes were alarmed when he turned back and walked up to her. "What are you talking about?"

Dami shrugged. "The weather outside is pretty bad and your guest probably can't come due to the heavy rain." He remained silent at that, unsure what to think. But his mind kept questioning if she found out about his activities with a student. He looked up as Dami suddenly went too close to him.

"But it's okay, Mr Woo." She put on her smirking face and took the cigarette from his mouth.

"I can accompany you for tonight if you want." Then she took a long inhale of the cigarette and exhaled it out slowly.

"What is it that you actually want, Miss Dami? I'm sure there's more than talking that you want." Mr Woo concluded, feeling an ulterior motive of Dami being in his house.

"I guess you're right, Mr Woo." His eyes widened as she pushed him towards his bed, making him sit down on the bed. Dami put out the cigarette on the nightstand, went towards him and straddled his lap.

"W-wha--," Mr Woo startled. Dami put her index finger on his lips.

"Shhh.... Just relax." She smirked as her hand started to stroke his cheek.

"I can tell why all the girls fall in love with you, Mr Woo. You're quite a good looking teacher." She chuckled. "I bet they would be jealous if they see us like this."

"D-dami, stop. We can't--" Before he could speak further, Dami put her lips onto his, kissing him softly. Mr Woo couldn't resist anymore. Having seduced by a petite succubus was by no means anything he could pass. He delved in further as the taste of Dami's metallic lips fueled his fire. His appointment couldn't be here but fuck, he would not let her go until he was done with her. A couple of minutes later, they broke their lip lock and gasped for air.

"Did you say something just now, Mr Woo?"

"Dammit...Dami." He cursed and Dami could tell he was slipping. A little push and he would fall right into her trap. With that thought, she took off her white shirt and threw it away, splatting on the floor. Mr Woo looked down at her delectable body, drinking in every uncovered skin.

"Is it to your liking, Mr Woo?" Dami continued as she wrapped her hands around his neck.

"You will regret this later, Dami." Mr Woo warned her but she moved closer to him, pinning him down on the bed.

"Make me." Mr Woo finally lost his patience and he smashed his lips against hers, as one of his hand held firm on the back of her head. The kiss got more heated by the minute as they clashed tongues and teeth. Mr Woo's hands moved up and down her back, caressing and gripping at her flesh as he went. He lifted her up, her legs crossed on his back and turned around as he laid her down on the bed. Dami pulled his shirt up, helping him as he took his clothes off to throw it on the floor.

They continued their passionate kiss, and the kisses started getting lower as his lips moved to her neck. Dami moaned in pretended pleasure, urging him to go on as peppered hot open mouth kisses around her neck. Before his lips started to get anymore lower than her chest, she quickly switched places, making her on top.

"Are you into some BDSM stuff, Mr Woo?"

"Hell yeah I am," he smirked.

"Good, because I bought these handcuffs just for you." She took out said handcuffs from her back pocket and held his hands to the bed posts.

"Let's play police and thief. I'm gonna be the cop and you will be the bad guy," she said as she handcuffed both of his hands.

"Well then, let the fun begin now." She snapped her fingers and the light went off.

"Hey Dami, why did you turn off the light? Is this part of the show?" he asked but Dami didn't respond to his question.

"Dami?" He called out her name again but then he heard a door opened. 

"Where are you going, Dami?" he asked, as he thought Dami walked out of the room.

"Having fun, Mr Woo?" An unknown male voice spoke and the light finally turned on. He blinked a few times and was shocked to see another familiar face in his room.

"Namjoon?!"

"Good night, Coach," said Namjoon.

"W-what are you doing here? Where's Dami?" As soon as the target asked where Dami was, she walked into the room with a cellphone in her hand that was not hers.

"Oppa look! There's so many sex videos in his phone." Dami showed the phone screen to him.

Namjoon quickly turned away as he didn't want to see that. "Don't show that nasty stuff to me!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry~" She chuckled and grinned.

"Hey! Let me get out of this thing!" Mr Woo cut in, shaking his hands that was still held with the handcuffs.

"I don't have the keys. Besides, we can't let you get away 'cause we'll kill you after this," said Dami as her eyes were still glued on the phone screen.

"What?! Who the hell are you guys?!"

"Actually we're assassins. Someone had called for us to kill you but we didn't know her motive so that's why we went in as fucking students and now, we know why." Namjoon said as he lit up a cigarette on his mouth with a lighter. He took a deep inhale and let out the smoke from his mouth.

"The caller was actually one of your sex slave, Mr Woo," he continued.

"Heejin?!"

"So, Heejin is your sex slave, huh? What about the other girls in these videos? Were they also the victims, same as her?" Dami asked.

"Why should I told you, you fucking bitch?!" Mr Woo yelled at her. Dami stood stone faced at his reaction.

"Heejin wanted to stop being your sex slave and you want to know why she wanted to?" Namjoon started but then Dami came towards him as she sat on top of him.

"Because you impregnated her, you son of a bitch!" She punched his face hard, and she didn't stop there as she kept punching him.

"You raped my friend until she got pregnant... and you threatened her and you broke your promise to help her!" Namjoon could tell that she was really angry but he was still glad that she had not turned dark. He touched her shoulder and she stopped punching the target.

"Let's finish our job now, Dami." Dami remained silent as she got up from the target's body. Gladly too, as it soon would lead to ending his pathetic life.

Namjoon stepped next to her, giving Dami her gun, Springfield XD.

"Please forgive me, I will do anything. I will help her this time, please!" Mr Woo begged for his life to be spared. The duos' faces were unchanging, mouth curled as they listened to his talking shit with his mouth.

"You should've stopped and begged instead for an apology to Heejin before she could call us to kill you." Namjoon spoke as he took out his Glock 19 gun from his pocket. The duo aimed their guns to the target's head.

"Goodbye, Mr Woo. Enjoy suffering inside Hell." Dami said her last words to the target before she and Namjoon pulled the trigger.

"No wai--!!"

*BANG!*

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Heejin woke up slowly from being unconscious. Her eyes were still blurry, and she blinked them away. As soon as her vision could focus she realized that she was in her house. She was just lying on her lumpy bed in the corner of the house.

"H-how did I get here?" she muttered as she couldn't remember anything from last night. She was supposed to go to Mr Woo's house but she couldn't remember clearly what happened to her after that. All she could remember was that someone attacked her from behind and she then knew no more.

Just then, her grandma went to her bedroom, about to wake her up but she saw that her grand-daughter had woke up. "Heejin, hurry get ready or you're going to be late for school," said her grandma.

"Okay," she responded shortly and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After she was done and putting her uniform on, she proceeded to the small dining area as her grandma was preparing some breakfast for her, even though it's only just a slice of bread. While she was eating, she was still curious how she could be in her house when she wasn't a few hours ago. She couldn't ask her grandma how she went back home as that would lead her to asking further questions. 

Nothing was out of sorts as she arrived at school. And as that day was Friday, meaning that they have a school assembly before going to their morning class. All of the students went into the hall to attend the assembly. After the national anthem song and school song were played, the principal went to the stage and the MC passed a microphone to him.

"Good Morning to the teachers and my fellow students in this school.  Before I start my speech for today, I would like for us to take a minute to pay respect to one of our teachers, Mr Woo who had passed away yesterday. Let us pay respect for his soul for a while."

All the students in the hall became silent to pay respect, except for Heejin who was shocked when she heard the news.

'Did they... do this?' she thought.

After the assembly ended, the students went back to their classes. Heejin, still deep in thought was the last one to arrive in the class. When she walked in, she saw two empty tables which belonged to Namjoon and Dami.

"They didn't come to the school today?" she muttered to herself as she went to her seat. She took out her textbook from her bag and read some of the notes before the teacher came in. But then, she was pulled into two classmates' conversation in front her as they were talking about Mr Woo.

"Did you know that coach was killed by the assassins?" asked one of the girls to her friend beside her.

"Yeah, I've heard that too. He got killed by the 'D' Assassins."

"D?"

"The assassins who leave 'D' scars on every victim that were killed by them. The police found the scar on his head with the gunshot in the middle of the scar and also another gunshot on his left chest."

"Damn, coach was a really nice guy. Why did those fucking assassins killed him?!"

"I don't know if it's true or not but there's a rumor coming from the police who's in charge of coach's case. They found a note on coach's right chest. It said 'Rapist' on the note."

"So those assassins were telling them that coach was a rapist? I don't believe it. Coach will never do that."

"I don't know, dude." Heejin frowned as she heard their conversation clearly. They didn't know about that guy's true identity and still, despite evidence they'd still be on his side. Just then, the teacher arrived and the students stood up from their seats.

"Good morning, everyone," greeted the teacher to them.

"Good morning, teacher." They bowed and sat down.

"So before we start our class, I have an announcement to make."

"What is it, teacher?" asked one of the students in the class.

"Two of your classmates, Kim Namjoon and Lee Dami will not be continuing their studies in this school anymore. The school staffs got a call from them saying that they had to move to another country." All the students were shocked by the sudden news about the duo, including Heejin herself.

"They just started in this school 2 days ago and now they have move out again?" asked a male student.

"Man, we just lost our best dodge ball players in our class," said another boy beside him.

Then, a student in front Heejin turned around to ask her a question. "Hey Heejin, you're the only person that was close to them. Did they tell you about this." Heejin just shook her head and didn't give anymore response to the question.

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After school ended, Heejin was walking back alone to her house. She felt a lot lonelier sitting alone as Namjoon and Dami were not beside her, filling the empty void that they seemed to fill. They were people she needed, as they were the only ones who looked out for her. As she was reaching her home, she heard a car honking from a distance. Then, she heard someone shouting her name loudly.

"Heejin!" At that, she turned around and saw a purple haired girl leaning her upper body out of the car window. Heejin was shocked to see that that girl was Dami. Then, the black Mercedes Benz stopped in front of her house and Dami got out from the car and Namjoon also followed while Jackson stayed inside. Heejin made no attempt to greet them as they stood in front of her.

"Sorry, we forgot to tell you that Namjoon and I had moved--" Dami was cut off when Heejin suddenly slapped Dami's face. Namjoon and Jackson tensed, leaning forward as they didn't expect that to happen.

All eyes on her, Heejin couldn't stop the tears that started to fall down. "Why... why are you leaving me?!" she exclaimed. Dami touched her cheek in shock, as she felt the hot pain from the slap. But she knew she deserved it.

Dami put smiled and turned around. "I know...you must be mad at me. But, I thought we're not friends?" said her.

"If we're not friends, then why did you save me twice, Dami?! Why?!"

"I..."

"I tried to open my heart, to accepted you as my friend because I know that I finally found someone that I can trust. But, now I got news from our--, my teacher about you and Namjoon  leaving school. You really want to leave me, don't you?!" Heejin was feeling hurt by their farewell and Dami felt sorry for her. She pulled Heejin into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, Heejin. But, I promise that I will not forget about you," said Dami.

"You promise?"

"I promise." Heejin's crying died down, but her hold on Dami was not loosening.

"Dami, we have to go." Namjoon patted Dami's shoulder as they had to leave soon.

They let go of their hugs and Dami wiped Heejin's tears away. "Goodbye, Heejin. Please take care of yourself and your grandma too."

"Goodbye, Dami..." Heejin smiled back and Dami smiled back, turning around to go back into the car as Namjoon followed her from behind. But then, Dami stopped.

"Oh! Almost forgot something." She grabbed a rectangular box from her leather jacket pocket and went back to Heejin.

"Here." She gave the box to her friend.

"What is this?" Heejin asked.

"You will find out later." Dami winked and ran back to the car with Namjoon and went inside. Jackson pulled the gear and stepped on the pedal as the car drove away, leaving Heejin's house. She watched the car going further away until it disappeared from her sight. Then, she glanced down at the box that Dami gave her.

"What is this?" She went to open it but suddenly, her cellphone rang. She looked at the screen as an unknown number appeared on the screen. She pushed the green icon button and answered the call.

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"Hello?"

"The target has been killed, Miss Heejin. Now, about the payment--"

"Please...give me some time to get some money to pay you."

"You don't have to, Miss Heejin. Just thought that you don't owe us this time."

"W-what? But why?"

"You're still a young girl, Jeon Heejin and you have your own future to look forward to so you can become a better person. Don't worry about your past and don't worry about your footage with the target. We will erase all the information about you, including your connection with us. Now, you can continue your life and help your grandmother."

"Thank you..."

"One more thing. Don't forget to open that present."

"Present?"

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The caller suddenly hang up the call and Heejin looked at the box in her hands.

"Could it be..." She opened it and saw a bank book and a debit card inside the box. She grabbed the book and opened it. Her name, including her ID number and her signature was on the book. Then, her eyes moved to another page. She was shocked to see the amount that had been written on the bottom. A bold of a number more than 30 thousand dollars was inside her supposed account.

"I-I don't understand. H-how--" Then, she saw a note fell down on the ground. She took the note and read it.

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-For your grandma's treatment, your next future and...for the baby.-

-D-

***

Happy tears fell down on her cheek as Heejin felt really grateful that her friends helped her to continue her life. "Thank you... and goodbye..."

Friend...

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Few days later...

Dami glanced out the window as she sat on the chair and looked outside the house. Yuju saw her friend sitting alone and she went to approach her.

She patted Dami's shoulder and asked her if she was alright. "Are you okay, Dami?"

Dami put on a calming smile. "I'm good, just... I miss Heejin," Dami sighed.

"You know that we can't have a connection with her anymore, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know..." Namjoon and Jackson glanced at Dami and they didn't know what to do to cheer her up.

"Bro, think something." Jackson urged his friend. Then, Namjoon got his idea.

"Hey, idiot!" he shouted and Dami turned around.

"Wanna play dodgeball?" he asked.

Dami looked at him blankly but then she raised both of her hands up. "Yay!!!" she shouted.

"I knew she would love it," he smirked.

"But wait. We don't have any balls," she said. Then, Namjoon took out some money from his wallet and gave it to her.

"There's a sports store at the corner of the street. Go buy it with Yuju," he said.

Dami nodded and pulled Yuju with her. "Come on, Yuju!"

"Alright, alright." Yuju laughed at her friend's behavior and they walked out from the house.

"Huh, that's easy," stated Jackson.

"What?" said Namjoon.

"She just said that she missed Heejin. Now, she just forgot about her."

"At least, she'd feel better now." Namjoon smiled and went to his room while Jackson went to the basement. Not reaching 5 minutes later, Namjoon heard the doorbell from the front door.

'That's quick,' he thought as Dami and Yuju already coming back from the store. He went to the living room and went to the front door. Opening it, he saw a man standing in front of his house.

"May I help you, sir?" he asked.

"Mr Kim Namjoon, am I right?" asked the guy.

"Do I know you?"

"Nope, but you know someone that I've been looking for." The man said as he took out a photo from his coat and showed it to Namjoon. His eyes went wide as he saw a photo of Dami with the unknown guy.

"I know she lives with you," he smirked and put it back in his pocket.

"Now tell me, Kim Namjoon..."

"Where's Yoobin..."

End Of Chapter 10.