I didn't choose you but my heart did.

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"But you didn't tell me the aim of this mission."

Taehyung lazily raises his head from the sofa's backrest and again plops down- waves of energy seems to crash into him. He is attentive for a second but then all of the energy is soaked back from him.

"Uhm, not to scare you off but basically, we need to grab a plane and jump off-"

"WHAT?"

He exclaims so loudly that I have to close my eyes in order to bear the pitch of his voice. I hesitantly nod and occupy a seat on the couch- next to him but still there is distance between us.

"We need to jump off, of course we will have parachute and will land on the top of a ship-"

"That's not a very good way to elucidate, Goeun. And on the top of that how am I going to jump off a freaking plane! As much as it hurts me to say, I am scared of heights."

He successfully interrupts my explanation with as much pressure he can exert in order to prove me that his fear of heights is 100% true.

"There is a particular reason why you became an agent, Taehyung," I sigh and look out for him. He just keeps on exaggerating and walks around the room in nervousness.

"I'd rather jump from a building!"

"Yeah, I agree. A building is a better option."

"Shut up, Goeun!"

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"Here, in emergency it will be useful," I hand him the walkie-talkie and introduce its features to him.

"Alright, then you have to press this button and.. it's done."

"Simple, okay," He nods and hangs it inside his belt.

"Ready guys?"

The pilot crouches in the front as we both nod and show him a thumbs up at the same time. He sends the gesture back and walks back on his seat, inside the cockpit.

"Everything is packed right? Weapons?"

"Checked," He touches his pistol and shotgun respectively.

"Key card?"

"Safe, check."

"Bulletproof jacket?"

"Ah.. check," He uncomfortably mutters and I exactly understand how he is feeling.

Suffocated, ugh.

Though, I am used to such things still I feel so irritated at times that I just want to rip off each and every defense or attack equipments present on my body.

"Walkie-talkie?"

"You just gave me, come on, we have everything packed," He tries punching my shoulder but I shake my head.

"Just checking you know, the mission as well as you are my responsibility."

"Got it, but hey," Taehyung somehow succeeds in poking my arm as I hum in response.

"Execution, is it?"

"Landing on a terrorist ship and you know the next series of happenings," I reply but his eyes varies off to the end corner of the plane.

"Are you sure you will be okay? I mean Jungkook doesn't really-"

"Leaving him, not even Jimin, Gyuri and Jin knows about this. I am surely going to die soon," Rubbing my head vigorously, I feel my heart coming to my throat as soon as the boat appears in our vision.

If this is how I am feeling, then what about Taehyung?

Raising my head, I notice Taehyung's one hand is placed on the glass window as his right hand is grabbing his hair so that they won't bother him to abstract his vision. His mouth is wide opened like a kid as eyes forming large circles. He is literally sprawled on his seat and trying his best to count the number of feet we need to fall down from the plane.

Hearing those familiar static sounds from the speakers, a familiar voice enters my ears.

"Agents, I am opening the floor of the plane so as soon as I exclaim 'jump!', jump with your whole might."

Pilot's voice commands as we scurry away from the opening hole of the plane. Once we feel the ground beneath us shaking, we ready ourselves for the next sequence of actions.

The opening doesn't take much time to appear within our sight- I instantly close my eyes as the cold air slaps my face.

"Ready? Stay safe agents."

Me and Taehyung tighten our bags and helmet while looking at each other. His eyes exclaims a number of things that I can't comprehend- it is not like we both are going to commit suicide, after all such missions have been practiced many times in the history of Bangton organization but I can say that these are the hardest.

I never expected but my hands gets engulfed in his and once my brain starts to take in the situation, the pilot exclaims.

"Jump!"

And Taehyung steps on the absent floor of the plane, taking me down with him too.

The strong wind blows with all it's might and carries us away with the flow.

Not to mention, Taehyung's hand is tightly clutching mine but I rather try to feel the surroundings. It feels so surreal that it looks like I am flying like a baby bird that has taken her first flight- quite frightened but equally ecstatic.

No doubt, the small me has always thought of flying and fascinated about wings on my back. Observing birds and admiring how beautifully they flew, most of my childhood was spent just like that.

"If I am not a bird then I will become an angel!"

I used to repeat this phrase every single time when my mother told me that humans are not supposed to fly physically. Though at that time I was overly excited of the fact that birds can fly that I didn't give much importance to her words.

Now that I think, she was absolutely right.

But right now, my condition is extremely sensitive- two humans are nearing the surface of Earth due to gravity with waves of wind slapping our cheeks, it makes everything more frightening.

Meanwhile neither me nor Taehyung even dare to look down- beneath our feet.

Though I can imagine the scene if I look down, in my mind- water extended everywhere or may be a small dot of ship that is our target.

I can't raise my head and murmur Taehyung to keep calm, that it is soon going to be over. His condition looks rather serious, considering he has a phobia for heights.

And I glance every now and then at my bag strap, to check the device that will ring once we reach the particular height so we can open our parachutes and without any due techniques and using of strings, we will directly fall on the secluded upper floor of the ship.

The upper part of the ship is empty anyways. Being majorly empty because the terrorists have booked it just for the discussion of their next movements- attacks and revolts.

We need to execute them, probably more than 30 dangerous terrorists are present in the basement and I have no idea how to take them down successfully.

Just then I hear the big beeps emerging from my right bag strap- I try raising my hand in order to press the button and open our parachutes.

But my eyes widen instead.

Panic overflows within my whole body as adrenaline rush makes my heart rate tremendously high- it is absolutely terrifying.

We are slowly nearing the landing and the parachutes are not opening- we won't ever survive after crashing in the water, it will break our bones to limits that it will get converted into powder.

I try and try, over and over again but the result I get is absolutely nil.

I even try crying Taehyung's name but it is like my body is not in my control. It is totally jammed and when I try even harder, pain emerges and wraps my body in its arms.

It is not because of Taehyung's grip.

Something is controlling my body.

I try jerking, thrashing, kicking Taehyung's foot, screaming but to no avail.

Open your eyes Taehyung, for once just open your eyes.

But he keeps them shut to ignore the surroundings that we are drowning in. He is too afraid but just when a narrow slit appears in my vision, I let out a twisted expression- a hint that he immediately catches that something is really off.

In seconds, his eyes turns into big saucers as he sends frantic looks. All I can show are my internal emotions through my eyes and they already are yelling the truth.

Open the parachute, now!

Because if it is delayed by a single second anymore, it will lead to our direct fall in water.

And god instantly shows his mercy on us, Taehyung's eyes flies on the right of my bag strap, narrowing his eyes at the tiny remote embedded in the fabric. Then again gazing back at me, he raises his eyebrows.

Just when I try to blink my eyes for two times in order to confirm his doubt to press it, I get to find that I have even lost the ability to blink on my own.

But don't know what makes Taehyung so confident, he instantly presses the button as the beep seizes to exist. By the time the parachutes are launched in the air, my control over my body comes back.

Strange.

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Strange.

Moments ago, I had my eyes tightly shut with anxiety reaching the top bar. I knew I had Goeun's hand clutched within mine, that time I was too scared to feel embarrassed about it.

But then suddenly, I felt the peculiarity flowing in the air which was the only reason why my eyes budged from their place.

Otherwise there was not even a single reason and chance to force me to open my eyes.

The first thing I saw after opening my eyes was Goeun's twisted face. She was acting so queerly, it seemed like she was not able to move. Her eyes were also not blinking at a normal pace, there was a certain computerized manner.

Yet her eyes screamed everything, her expressions were frozen but I knew what she wanted to tell me.

She is not Goeun.

She is not able to control herself.

And this is exactly what she was trying to inform me beforehand.

Which directly results me to take the lead. As on a queue, my eyes directly fell on the blinking object that was fitted on her bag's strap. I don't know what it's function is but I think I need to press it.

We need parachutes to land right? May be it's the button?

And that was a pure coincidental decision, my mind was running more towards the negative side than positive.

Our bodies feels the jerk for around 5 seconds and then everything soothes up. Our pace for landing is comparatively smoother and I tremble, imagining our condition only if I kept my eyes shut for a second more than necessary.

I never really asked the reason of her words, what she meant by not believing her and being controlled by someone.

Thinking of what happened moments back, coming on a mission is quite unsafe for her at a time like this.

Dang, what have I done.

I wanted to be a substitute- an alternate for Miyeon so that she can rest and comfort her family members during such a crucial time.

And my action results in safeguarding a woman I know while endangering a woman I love.

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Surprisingly enough, Taehyung is able to comprehend the words I wanted to say at that time. He opened the parachute just on time and saved us.

He saved us.

And on a queue, my control is thrown back at me as I heave out of anxiety. Everything in my body is functioning at a low pace but my deluging emotions fasten them instantly resulting in an imbalance.

Result- extreme fatigue.

If it isn't for Taehyung to grip me tightly against his body in a split-second after realizing my condition, I would have fallen down after losing the grip of the belt around me.

"It is alright, you are back."

The mumbling in my ear screams everything.

He knows.

He understands.

My body crumbles within his arms which only develops a rather stronger hold around me. I never thought such a situation will occur in my life when I will be hanging in the air with a parachute flaring over my head, with Taehyung's arms circling me- absolutely a fantasy.

"How do you know?" My voice sounds dead horse- the boy strokes my back soothingly and nods, I feel it between my nape.

"You expect me to forget a key information? Never."

What key information is he talking about?

But even before I can open my mouth to question his words, he interrupts.

"It is time, straighten up."

Mumbles right beside my ear, hate to admit, I long for his touch the second he separates away. Of course, it is for safety and not to forget that we are on a life threatening mission which can worsen with a single wrong step.

Taehyung grabs the strings, tilting them slightly and slowly for smooth and perfect landing. It seems like he already knows the way of controlling the parachute.

I am impressed, once again.

Once the wooden floor of the ship comes in contact with my feet, Taehyung straightly teleports us to a nearby hiding spot- few barrels are sprawled around, emitting a foul smell which successfully is able to dominate my olfactory sense.

"I know, it stinks."

Wow, finally you know.

He reads my expressions and let out a hesitant grin. Rotating his head towards the other side, he highers himself to check for any unwanted presence.

"Clear."

And with that, we both scurry away from our hiding spot and activate our high power mode.

"Tae, come on," His mumbling is enough for me to realise his action.

Oh my god, I am soft.

"Eun, it is time."

With that said, we run for the door.

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A/N - If anyone didn't get the "It is alright, you are back" part then it refers to 1.23 - Care or love, the hint is present there in italics.