Yeosang positions himself in front of the computer, Hongjoong monitoring beside him as he powers up the device, flashing his eyes against the scanner to unlock it. The dark room lights up from the multiple screens surrounding him, and he cracks his knuckles as he lays his fingers on the transparent glass beneath the screens. A keyboard appears beneath his fingers, allowing him to provide input on the screen.

He puts on his headset before he speaks into the microphone, "Corgi can you hear me?"

A shuffle comes from behind him before a reply crackles into his earpiece, "Of course I can, you blockhead. I'm right behind you; I haven't left for the field."

Hongjoong glares at the two friends who have stupid smiles on their faces, clearly enjoying their bickering with each other.

Wooyoung appears beside Yeosang and whispers closely into his ears, "I'm now beside you, honey."

Yeosang pulls back and slaps a hand on Wooyoung's cheek before shouting, both towards the person and into his microphone for good measures, "Don't do that again, you creep or I'll karate you to mars and back."

He turns back to his monitor, the details of their potential victim, place of future crime scene and layout of the route the field agent is about to take displayed on the screen.

Wooyoung's eyes flick across the screen, taking in the details in mere seconds before nodding his head and zipping up his tracksuit. He takes out a hairtie from his pocket, bites it, gathers the upper part of his hair and ties it. His earrings sway, glinting in the light as he swings his head to salute to their captain.

"Corgi's ready to take down the target. Will be reporting back to you, Minion," he winks. He plants a kiss on Yeosang's cheek, to which the latter screams in horror and is quick to wipe it off, "You too, Statue. Don't miss me too much."

"Don't be too cocky," Yeosang says. "Ugh, I hate my codename. It was all your fault."

"Always be alert at all times and make sure you do it cleanly. No traces," Hongjoong reminds him.

Wooyoung gives him a slight nod before he enters a long hallway that will lead him to their weaponry room, where he'll equip himself for this mission. His shoes make no sound as he arrives at the room, the multiple weapons they keep arranged neatly on the walls and in drawers built specifically for them.

He goes straight for his favourite choice of weapon, hung beside Seonghwa's. He takes down the bolt-action rifle and stuffs it inside a duffel bag fit for the weapon, caressing it once like it's his baby before zipping it up. He lifts it up, exits the room as he enters another hallway, this time heading completely opposite of the direction he came from.

Their headquarters was purposely built to resemble a maze, made to confuse people who aren't familiar with it. It's connected to the building that houses their cafe and dorm via a route that people might not see the first time they pass it by, or even after multiple times. It's unconventional, but also the perfect place to hide an entrance to the other side of their world.

Hidden carefully behind the washing machine at their dorm, the entrance can lead them to a set of stairs that goes down, down, down below, until they reach their headquarters that is located underground.

Once they are out to carry their mission, they will follow a long pathway that will lead them to a warehouse behind the cafe building, nestled deep underground among the dense forest. It's where they keep their vehicles reserved only for their missions.

Since he's only going alone, he'll be opting for a motorbike. Easier to escape, makes him look cool. Win-win.

He feels the shape of his rifle resting against his back and he powers up the engine, tuning up the accelerator before he starts moving. He taps on his earpiece, a motion done as if he could signal to Yeosang on the other line.

He hears the voice of his childhood friend repeating the address to him and with the lens he's wearing, a screen that's only visible to him appears, plastering the target's face on it. After confirming with him, he fits his helmet on and flips down the visor to cover his face.

"Corgi, you better not mess this up. You owe someone's life with this."

"Don't worry; it's what I do best."

The roller shutter to the warehouse rolls upwards, and he gets the familiar view of the ramp that will lead him to the dense forest he's hidden in. He flicks his wrist, kicks off the stand and he accelerates past the entrance. The wheels dig into the soil and kicks up dirt. He zigzags through the pathway that's imprinted on the back of his head, emerges into the lonely alley and makes his way to the address.

He leaves the small Light district and heads to Desire district. He doesn't know what it is that they desire to achieve, but it seems that peace is what they're looking for. Desire district is one of the dodgiest places, full of notorious gang activities that he wonders how it's actually the second most populated district when they're all off killing one another every other day. Well, maybe the statistics are wrong or outdated.

Not that he cares. Another body on their long list, no one would bat an eye.

It's the smell or the sight, but the difference is very apparent to remind him that he's already in the district. The motorbike he opted to take and him dressing down in a mere tracksuit are the perfect cover for him to pass through the district without people batting an eye towards him, as almost all of them seem to be a carbon copy of him.

Motorbikes parked haphazardly litter the street, people sit in groups by the side as cigarettes hang at the edge of their mouths, their hands already pulling out another before the light runs out. Multiple items that can be bared as weapons like sledgehammers and baseball bats are laid down by their feet as if they're pets waiting for their masters. He could bet that knives are stuck against their skins and guns are arranged around their waists.

He ignores them and they do the same to him.

He maneuvers his bike down a step of stairs, taking the right speed so that he won't skid off and pulls the brakes as his wheels touch the landing. He kills off the ignition and takes off his helmet, hiding his bike in a secluded area as he bounds up the stairs in the rundown building at the abandoned construction site. Among the rubbles he lowers himself down, unzips the bag and assembles his equipment.

"Meeting set to be held at 12p.m. sharp, but apparently, our target Im Jaehyung is always known for being unceremeniously late everytime. He has no respect for others' time, always thinks that the world revolves around him. His profile pretty much shows how he's an asshole, gets away with everything. His father runs the largest gang in the district, no one dares to cross him because he's pretty powerful. It seems like our requester has had enough of him, the son of a rival gang. Looks like he's making a big investment in us in hopes of knocking a rival gang's son and take over instead. Just a bit of background. How are you doing, Corgi?"

"Thought you wouldn't ask how I'm doing. I'm doing fine, thanks for asking."

He snaps the bipod stand open, finds a comfortable position for him as he pulls the bolt before pushing it back in to load the bullet. He takes a look at his watch, which shows that it's currently the proposed meeting time. He adjusts the position of his rifle as he trains his eye on the telescopic sight, searching for his target.

A face that he'll see in person for the first time, and also the last time he'll see it.

Minutes tick by as he keeps on looking. Whatever information Yeosang provided him must have been true to some extent; it has been 15 minutes past the meeting time and he can't even capture a shadow of Im Jaehyung.

"Are you sure he's not bailing the meeting out after sniffing that something has gone wrong? Or did he go down with a fever or something?"

"Keep on waiting; apparently there was one time when he was late by two full hours for a meeting with his own father. This is only a meeting with his subordinates, so I doubt he'd feel so urgent about it."

"You have got to be freaking kidding me, this asshole doesn't even care for his father's time? You're telling me I have to lie down here until my arms and stomach get numb."

"Stop complaining," comes Hongjoong's voice, overriding Yeosang's. "This is punishment for both of you making a chaotic scene yesterday when we were supposed to be serious about it."

"Minion, it's not you, isn't it? Toothless was the one who decided to put both of us together for this mission."

Hongjoong keeps quiet, further confirming his suspicions about Seonghwa being the master behind this.

"Ah damn it, I knew it was Toothless."

"Target spotted, coming out from a..." Yeosang trails off, "...candy shop, sucking on a lollipop. That looks good, though. Went into the building, momentarily invisible. Emerged out from the lift and is now heading to their meeting room."

"Entered the meeting room, now sat down and in a position perfect to be sniped," Wooyoung helps to continue.

His rests his cheek against the cheekpiece as he lowers himself down, the pad snug against his shoulder. He curls his fingers around the grip, his forefinger milimitres away from the trigger as he looks through the telescopic sight once again. He aims at the target's chest, which is made easy because he is only sitting on the sofa, barely moving his body.

Wooyoung steadies his breath as he spots the people around him seemingly ralling different ideas to him at the meeting, and he simply brushes them off.

The call on when he should fire is his now. Wooyoung lets the target puts on a smug smile once as he turns down yet another idea from his subordinates. He rests his finger on the trigger before he pulls it back.

He fires the bullet.

His body jerks from the recoil of the rifle and he steadies himself, taking the binoculars with him as he watches the chaos unfolds due to his shot.

Automatic hands fly to the target's own chest as the bullet pierces through his undershirt and skin. The shock is too much for him because he only lies there frozen, the blood already spreading across the black fabric. His subordinates are whipping their heads around, trying to find the source of the bullet, while some are busy whipping out their phones to deliver the emergency.

None look at his direction and he disassembles his rifle, shoving it back into the duffel bag and keeping the pair of binoculars together with it. He takes out a mirror to fix his hair and while he's at that, he reports back.

"Corgi reporting back, target taken down. Time taken; less than 5 seconds."

"Nice shot," Yeosang comments.

"Good job, now get back here," Hongjoong instructs. "Make it clean."

He gets back up, puts the bag over his shoulder and runs downstairs. It might take them more time to actually figure out where the shot had come from, and by the time they do, he needs to get out of there. He takes out his bike and kicks off the stand to accelerate out of the district.

As the body of Im Jaehyung lie dead on the sofa, hands weakly casted over the bullet point, Wooyoung's bike has left the district. He cruises on the highway as he leans his body forward.

One shot, one kill. A 100 grand. The amount of money that doesn't even faze them anymore.

He enters their district and zooms into their warehouse. The wheels screech on the cemented floor as he comes to an abrupt stop. He receives a call on his phone as soon as he takes off his helmet and he notes the caller ID; it's Yunho. He picks it up.

"Oh right, Wooyoung. Since you're already outside, would you mind picking Hwayoung up from her kindergarten?"

"I literally just came back to the warehouse."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"I don't like cherries."

"Oh come on."

"Sure, Mr. Jeong. Let me just, you know, stuff back my rifle because I don't want to be walking up to her and be like, 'Hey Hwayoung look who's picking you up; your uncle who just shot a man in his late 20s dead. Let's go.' See you in a bit."

"Thanks, you're the best."

"Uh-uh."

He ends the call and grabs his duffel bag to enter the maze in their headquarters again. He hangs back the rifle, keeps back the binoculars. He meets Yeosang and Hongjoong at the control room, looking satisfied as the numbers in their bank account displayed on the screen shoot up exponentially. He takes off his earpiece and the lens before giving it back to Yeosang.

"It's time for me to be Hwayoung's favourite uncle. And shut your mouth Yeosang, I don't want to be hearing that same old routine from you again." He sticks out his tongue before he disappears.

He climbs up the stairs to go out from behind the washing machine, startling Jongho who's airing out the laundry at the balcony.

"Damn it Wooyoung, please make some noise or something. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry man, I have to go and fetch Hwayoung now."

"Really? Ah, Yunho and San are busy mapping out their plans to break into Byul's house together with her and Mingi."

Wooyoung gives a slight wave to them who are looking serious over a map as Byul explains to them what she has in her small flat and what she only needs from there. She tells them the possible entry and escape routes. She had showered, looking funny as again, she's in Yeosang's oversized hoodie and track pants.

He turns to the direction of the entrance, acknowledges Seonghwa who's the only worker at the cafe before exiting it. He walks nonchalantly all the way to Hwayoung's kindergarten, as if his hands had not just pulled a trigger that costed a man's life.

Hwayoung's eyes light up as soon as she sees a familiar uncle, and it seems that she's not the only one. Her kindergarten teacher, whom she calls Ms. Lee immediately fixes her hair as she sees that it's not Hwayoung's dad that's picking her up, but one of her many uncles.

Definitely the teacher's favourite.

"Uncle!" Hwayoung runs up to him, holding on to her backpack straps.

Ms. Lee follows behind her, looking sheepish as she nears him. Wooyoung only gives her a slight nod before taking Hwayoung's hand in his. He doesn't look back.

Her shoulders slump before she turns back to enter the kindergarten.

"Come on, Hwayoung. Let's go get some ice cream."

"But dad only lets me go twice a week. I had it yesterday, remember?"

"No you didn't, I did. Your dad doesn't have to know. I promised to buy you an even bigger cone, right?"

"Uncle, you're so mean."

"Mean?" Wooyoung frowns. "But I just offered you to buy some ice cream. How is that mean?"

"You're mean to Ms. Lee. You do know that she likes you a lot?" She stretches out her arms and wiggles her fingers, "Whenever you come to pick me up she always fixes her hair and her eyes," she slaps her palms to her cheeks and widens her eyes, making herself look cartoonish, "they glow whenever they see you."

"Hwayoung, you're just exaggerating it. She probably does that too when she sees San, or even Yeosang. Right?" He pokes her cheek.

"No she doesn't."

He doesn't reply her, because he knows it's the truth. He sees it in the teacher's eyes, but even if he feels the same way he cannot do anything about it. He always wonders what her full name is, and what food she likes or dislikes. He wants to take her out on dates because heck, he finds himself looking at her through the corner of his eyes, taking in small details about her. He knows that she likes to wear dresses, and she always ties up her hair with a pink scrunchie.

Hwyaoung has always got something nice to say about her teacher, even though Yunho slightly frowns whenever he finds that the teacher is being too close with his daughter.

"Don't you like Ms. Lee too, uncle?"

"No I don't, Hwayoung."

The child turns quiet, not wanting to push the topic of setting up her uncle with her teacher anymore.

Wooyoung sighs. A nice teacher like her cannot be with someone as dirty as him, someone without even a proper background or future. One of the rules the Bifidensis have set for them is that they can't establish any relationships with anyone outside of their team and the consequences of breaking it would be grave. The world he knows should only consist of the 7 team members, and as the Bifidensis call as their 'merciful act', Hwayoung.

She should be with someone more respectable, someone who is on the same level as her. Maybe he can wait when he can finally break off from the team, but by then it'll probably be too late.

So even if he feels his heart speeding up whenever she walks towards him, the best he can do is to turn away.

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[A/N: Wooyoung's codename is Corgi because he did mention once about people saying that he looks similar to a Welsh Corgi---- and I personally think that Welsh Corgis are so cute TT

I miss Mingi a lot, but I hope that he gets to rest and recover fully. To anyone reading this, please take care of your health and do know that I love you a lot. If you ever need anyone to talk to, feel free to hit me up. Please do know that you matter <3]