Irene and Wendy awoke as the sun broke against the horizon, they walked out of their hut into the morning sunlight. Irene sighed looking at the beautiful sun rise, a small smile ghosting her lips as her and Wendy causally chatted the pinkish hues of the sky bleeding into the cerulean background . They laughed, the laughter quickly dying as they heard the chants of the army men jogging past them shirtless. Irene smirked at Wendy's agape mouth as they turned to watch. "If my morning starts like this everyday I think I'll be okay." She said causing Irene to laugh. Irene stood up on the stool to get a better look, Jackson catching her from the corner of his eye. He huffed slightly halting the soldiers as he walked towards her. "Good morning Irene." She looked past him continuing to ignore him, as he moved to block her view. "You have a husband." He called out to her. She looked back at him, Wendy silently laughing in the background. "Yeah whatever can you move out of the way please." She moved to get a better view knowing that she was ultimately pissing him off. She looked at Wendy smirking as she watched Jackson's face fall. He took a few steps back his eyes remaining locked onto hers. He winked at her, watching in amusement as her eye brows furrowed in confusion as he took a final  step back, his arms crossing to take the hem of his shirt in his grasps before pulling the material off. Her eyes widened as he bunched up the material throwing it at her, he watched, chuckling, at her angry expression. "YAH!" She screeched, her eyes flaring up at him as he winked at her again. He turned away from her standing back with his men,watching Irene's gaze falter as he eyed her up and down. He laughed slightly as she hopped of the stool walking back into the hut. He smiled at Wendy, his mission a success. She was no longer looking at other men. Thank god, he breathed out as he watched her retreating form. He smirked.

Irene huffed her bangs out of her eyes in pure annoyance. She picked up her clip board walking out as Wendy linked her arm, the two girls beginning their trek to the medical cube, Irene looked around taking a deep breath in. This place had been home for so long, she had never believed she would be standing back here again. Nothing had really changed, it was exactly how she left it. She looked around, fragments of her imagination playing in front of her as Wendy huddled closer to her offering silent comfort. She smiled as the two girls continued to converse. They halted the next second with the sudden grunts and screams coming from the training area that caused them to stop rather intrigued about what was taking place. Irene and Wendy looked at each other as whispers began being directed towards them. 'The deadly queen Major is back...' they heard, Irene tensing as she removed her arm from Wendy's. She lowered her head slightly before focusing on the training session that was taking place, her mind working as she picked up on all the wrong techniques that were being used. She chuckled slightly as other soldiers whispered about her, a sense of pride fluttering in her heart at the reputation she still had. She watched the female solider with a sense of acknowledgement at the way she was kicking this mans ass. When the fight ended the woman turned, her eyes meeting Irene's who smirked at her, the girl returning it. She laughed slightly, footsteps shuffling towards them, Jackson entering the scene. "Ms Bae please can you show us some moves." One soldier addressed her, she chuckled shaking her head. "I'm probably out of practice." Her eyes turning to watch the female rush into Jackson's arms, her face leaning further into his. Her eyebrow raised as Wendy looked on with her. "Jack!" She heard the shrilly voice call out, the respect Irene had diminishing within a second. Irene sipped the drink that was handed to her walking up to the two with a smug look on her face, Wendy trying to pull her back. "Hi." She called out, Jackson's eyes widening as he pulled his arm out of Youngji's grip. "That was an amazing fight." Youngji smiled at her. "Thank you." "Don't you agree Jackson." Irene said looking at her. Youngji chuckled leaning into Jackson who's eyes remained locked on Irene's form knowing she was trying to catch him out. "You know Jackson?" She asked. Irene nodded laughing. "How do you two know each other?" She questioned back to Youngji. "Oh me and Jackson are together. His wife couldn't separate us. Our love is just too powerful." Irene smirked, whilst her heart ached in pain, ignoring the look that Jackson flashed in her direction. This was her husbands mistress. She finally had a face to fit to the story. She laughed. "Wow, quite the love story." Irene said, Jackson's eyes widening as he tried to get a word in edge ways which proved impossible with these two women. "Yeah, that bitch thought she would be able to get in the way, hah she was wrong. I would love to know how she feels knowing that I fuck her husband every night. That instead of her, he loves me and worships only me." Irene passed a fake smile, Jackson's eyes softening as he tried to grab Irene's attention which was grabbed by another soldier asking her to show them a few moves. Irene chuckled turning to Youngji. "Would you mind being my opponent. You seem like you can handle yourself." She watched Youngji nod the two heading to the centre as Irene looked at her, her eyes setting with deadly look that caught Youngji by complete surprise. She lunged at Irene, Jackson's eyes wide as he pushed forth to stop it. Irene easily grabbed her wrist twisting it back before kicking her in the shin and dropping her to the floor, the smile now disappearing from Youngji's face as the two girls engaged in deadly combat. Irene always maintaining the upper hand. The girls circled around each other "How did you say you know Jackson again?" Youngji asked. Irene caught her off guard with a quick jab to the side and punch to the face. Jackson winced, "Irene!" He called out, knowing that he would be ignored. The crowd had seemingly got bigger, Mark and Bambam standing on either side of him watching on in shock, Jinyoung coming up shortly after with Youngjae. Marks eyes widened. "What the hell!" He shouted over the cheers and chants. Youngjae placed a hand on his mouth, "Oh shit Irene is killing her." Yugyeom came up next to them. "Youngji does not stand a chance against the deadly queen Major." The boys looking at him with a look to shut up. Irene landed punch after punch before taking a step back, unclenching her fist and shaking her hand. She bent down, raising Youngji's chin up so her gaze met Irene's. "You asked me how I know Jackson right?...I'm the wife you just talked about." She watched the girls eyes widen in shock, Irene walking away past the chants and praises. She barged past Jackson not sparing him a glance as Wendy and her linked arms walking back down the trail to the medical cube. Jackson's eyes followed her, his eyes turning to meet Youngji's. He quickly turned back, his feet running after Irene.

She opened up the medical cube slamming the door shut as she ditched Wendy moments later, her tears watering slightly as she tried to busy herself, the door opening moments later. "Wendy I said I don't want to talk about it." She said closing her eyes. "It's a good job I'm not Wendy then." Her eyes shot open with the sound of his voice. Her back remaining turned, her attention focusing on the medication she was assessing, noting down the number of stock they had. She heard his footsteps gain on her, his hands taking the clipboard and slamming it down before pushing her up against the wall, his arms grasping hers tightly. "What the fuck was that?" He demanded, her eyes no longer watering as she stared him dead in the eye, catching him off guard. "Why couldn't your whore handle it?" She chuckled. "Irene..." he warned, his voice low as his eyes pinned hers to his blazing with an apparent fire that she wanted to sprinkle petrol over. "What. So you can call me out this morning for looking at other men yet your still with her, your still fucking her yet I'm the bad one for looking at other men. At least I don't touch them or let them touch me." She shoved him roughly, the force sending him back. "Your a joke Jackson Wang." She said turning back. Jackson didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to calm the flames of the fire he had started. It wasn't true. He hadn't touched Youngji in months, but he knew Irene wouldn't believe that and despite the frustration he knew he could only blame himself for the seed he was responsible for planting. He had foolishly hoped that they had moved past that over the previous months, he had hoped that she would begin to see that he liked her. He liked his wife as ridiculously as it sounded, the order of events completely messed up. He gulped his eyes watching her as she worked. "I'm sorry." He whispered out, watching as her form whipped around to face him. She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't believe a word that comes out of your mouth Jackson." She sighed as he turned her around. "That's fine, but I'm warning you irene. You need to be careful, this place isn't safe as it is, and the last thing I want is you to get hurt." "Well why don't you stop hurting me first. Pay attention to that because in this moment in time nothing else is hurting me but you." She grabbed the box's of medication leaving the room swiftly to avoid the conversation from developing.

Jackson sighed punching the wall in pure frustration. He had done it again. He had fucked things up for the numerous time and he was growing more frustrated by the second. He leaned against the wall, his head resting against it as his eyes closed replaying the scene over and over again. He knew it was wrong but his mind couldn't help but think about how hot she looked whilst kicking ass. It was effortless. Graceful. And ironically peaceful to watch her in action. She managed to maintain her upper hand against her opponent throughout the fight, her movements intricate and coordinated like a dance. Her movements were sharp and precise and god she looked beautiful. He couldn't help but smile his hand slapping the back of his neck to draw him back to reality. The progress they had made had been flushed down the drain. Yet he would start from scratch. He would start again for her, a second chance to protect and cherish her heart. A second chance that he was adamant to not destroy no matter what. The roles had seemingly switched, before she was fighting to do her duty him and now he was fighting to pay her back, to love and respect her just like he had promised to do standing at the alter five months ago. He had to change: he wanted to change. And he would do it for her. He walked out of the side room, watching as she commanded things in order to get the medical centre up and running, she did it with a sense of elegance that made Jackson want to stay and watch her for the rest of the day. He sighed hoping to catch her eyes one more time but his wife was stubborn, she made sure to avoid him to the point that he decided to leave. Irene sighed, placing a box down and closing her eyes. She felt sick with the pain that her heart was emitting and he was responsible for that pain again. Wendy placed a hand on her shoulder as Irene shook the thoughts away busying herself with the task at hand.

Hours later they regrouped. All medics and soldiers were standing inside the medical cube to take blood samples from them. Irene smirked mentally this was going to be fun her mind cheered as Jackson entered the scene looking down at their equipment his eyes widening. He made attempts to leave, Irene's voice calling him back. "Where are you going Captain?" He turned, his eyes meeting hers noticing the mischief in her eyes. "I have work to do." "I'm sure you can spare a few moments to take part, this doesn't take long. And doesn't the captain set the example for his soldiers." Jackson's eyes widened at the second half knowing she was trying to successfully edge him on, he pulled the chair out noting the triumphant smile she displayed as she worked on the needle and tying his arm to get a vein to pop. He gulped,looking away for a second as Irene poked him. "OW!" He shouted the soldiers taking a step back as Irene suppressed a smirk. "Oops sorry I missed the vein. I'll just try again." "OW!" He called again. "I haven't even touched you." She said again everyone around them now laughing. He rolled his eyes taking her hand and shoving the needle in, her eyes widened as they flashed up to meet his. "Take the blood then." She gave him a look turning to the side before mumbling under her breath. "Don't tell me what to do." It was his turn to smirk as she placed a plaster on the puncture sight before calling the next person not bothering to spare him another look. He sighed leaving shortly after, his eyes casting towards the plaster, a sad smile ghosting his features. She wanted to hurt him to make herself feel better. She wanted to hurt him as he had hurt her and he wouldn't fault her for that. He would let her. He would let her hurt him as much as she wanted if it meant that she felt better within.

TBC

Authors note:
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