# GOODBYE !

Perhaps jumping off a moving car was not the brightest idea that M/n had.

Now, he was suffering in the middle of nowhere, trying to outsmart the people in black who were searching for something-- someone. More specifically, him.

They still have yet to see him.

He reached for his phone, only to be greeted with a dimming screen, meaning he was low battery. He had to make the most of it. He quickly typed as if his life depended on it-- well, it did, but that's beside the point.

"Check the alleys."

He'll need to move quicker, he was the street smart one compared to them. He basically lived in the streets.

But before he could tap send to him exceedingly long message to Gun regarding his situation, his phone died. The only text he was able to send was 'I need help'.

And it wasn't even alarming.

Just his luck. Maybe he can grab a taxi? Or break into a car and drive? He's already wanted enough. . .

But his ideas were stomped on as soon as he saw both exits and entrances of the alleys were covered by multiple men with cars. The alley was dark and he depended on it, so he was greatly disappointed when the headlights of the cars gave them vision.

He quickly covered his view from the blinding brightness before climbing up the ladders, heading for the roofs of the apartment even if he has to leap up to reach the ladders that folded individually in sets by floor.

"Shoot him!"

"Don't!" He exclaimed in panic as he climbed up faster. "Let me up first!"

As if they would listen, luckily, he was able to reach the top before they could load their guns. He was lucky they found him late and he was already high enough.

"Follow him!"

He can hear them start climbing too, but he gave them a grin before pushing the last ladder down, giving them no route up other than to take the stairs on the actual apartment.

From the way he moved, it seemed like he was already experienced. And there was some truth to that‐- he has been chased before, that was why he was confident when it came to his running abilities. He knows the way around buildings and alleys, this was his advantage.

From the apartment rooftop across, another man in black came, holding a sniper.

A sniper! Who brings a sniper in a tagging game? They were getting desperate as he can see. He ran for it, hiding behind hollow blocks before taking the jump for it, leaping from one rooftop to another. And it was clear that his legs took the impact as they wobbled a little.

Where should he go? He knows several shortcuts but he's afraid that they've already blocked the passages. He'll run towards the nearest police station then. That should do it.

He knows the Chairman's men won't go that far in risk of having their crimes trace back to him. That would have his reputation ruined.

Luckily, it was not that far.

Gun has been waiting for an hour now. He still has yet to receive any update from his simpleton of a boyfriend.

But after waiting long enough while tapping his foot impatiently, his phone screen lit up, and his attention immediately tore from the uninteresting walls of his living room and towards his mobile.

He looked at the wallpaper and saw just the annoying face of M/n before unlocking it with a passcode.

And the first message he received from his lover who suddenly dispatched? A text of help. How is he supposed to interpret it? A light situation? A heavy one? He doesn't know and he was starting to lose his mind.

He wasn't responding back and the messages he sent were only delivered and not sent and received by the other line.

He dug his fingers in his leather couch. He can't help but feel a heavy weight in his chest, something that made him feel desperate‐- and that never happens, just now of all times.

Deciding that he can't take it for any longer, he stood up abruptly, taking the coat from its hanger before slipping it on. Maybe Goo knows what's up? But he doubts the blonde knows about M/n's whereabouts seeing as he was still in that affiliate.

Then who should he contact?

His grip on his phone tightened, ignoring the painful cracks of his screen upon seeing a notice.

M/n felt his head come in contact with the ground. Why the hell would the Chairman send him a professional MMA fighter?!

His head had hit the ground quite harshly. It didn't hurt, it just made everything dizzy and his ears ring. He couldn't make out his surroundings clearly, and everything felt static, even his vision.

"The Chairman says his regards."

"Tell him to suck ass." M/n mustered out as his eyelids start to feel ridiculously heavy. He was reaching the peek of exhaustion.

It was not charming.

But before a punch can hit him, the fighter flew several yards away, knocking his out within a bat of an eye.

"Hehe, flappy bird." M/n felt a grin etch on his face as he slowly starts picking himself up, stumbling forwards before a strong pair of arms caught him and wrap around him securely.

"I knew you'd come, Gun."

"You could have told me sooner, I could have came sooner." It seems like Gun was dealing with his inner demons.

Pulling him into a more secluded spot, Gun's hands started hovering over his face to check for any damages.

"At least you're here now." M/n pushed his hands away. "Did you know that your boss pushed me under the bus?"

"I just heard." Gun's jaw tightened. "You're a wanted man now, M/n. He released a bounty to have you arrested. He wants you silenced." He didn't sound so happy either.

"I'm just that special." M/n grinned. "But I did it, I left most of my problems behind. I quit my job, Eugene doesn't care, and I don't owe the Chairman anything anymore. If you're not happy then I sure as hell am."

Gun pushed back M/n's hair and checked his head. Displeased to see blood.

"You're bleeding." He bluntly stated, but there was a good amount of worry in his tone. He was anxious even. "Did you hit your head too hard?" Does hitting your head until it bleeds have serious negative effects?

What kind of question was that? Of course it does.

"I don't know. It just feels dizzy and my ears are ringing loudly." M/n frowned as his brows subconsciously furrowed. "How did you know I was here anyway?"

M/n couldn't see Gun's face properly from his heavy eyelids, but he can see that he was visibly leaking some kind of suffocating aura. He can't see his face from the dark but he can imagine his face somewhat darker than the shadows they're hiding in.

"I'll get you to the nearest hospital."

"That's impossible. We're surrounded and all exits are currently blocked by the Chairman's men." M/n explained, struggling slightly as he properly sat up.

"Then what can we do?" Gun asked in evident frustration, not directed at him, but more onto how the situation played out.

If he had known the Chairman had such ill intentions, he would have kept M/n all to himself, far from harm.

The male weakly pointed at the police station right across. "If there's anything the Chairman can't risk at all cost, it's to be caught and held accountable." M/n stated. "I can turn myself in, that way, I'll also be able to receive the medical attention I need."

"Are you kidding? I won't let you be imprisoned. You have an unserved criminal record, the Chairman also released a bounty for you."

M/n could hear Gun release a heavy breath of frustration.

"Then what do you suppose?"

"Give me 10 minutes, I'll wipe off an entrance for us." Before he can stand up, M/n reached for his wrist and gently pull him down.

"Let's say you do succeed, how about transportation? The Chairman will only send more men and you'll even risk being recognized as an enemy. I say we don't risk anything, allow me to turn myself in. Prison for liars like me isn't as rough as prison for brutes."

Gun can see his point. And it was a very good one.

"Besides, I don't mean to brag but my father's a high-ranking constable, you may have even heard of him from the news— he'll be able to provide me protection while I serve my time, the Chairman won't be able to reach me inside."

Gun felt his chest heave, he considered his points and it all sounded better than having him bleed to his death in a cold cramped alley.

"How are you so confident your father will lend you his protection?"

"I. . . I ran away from home in middle school as soon as my mom died from cancer, he never visited once but I can tell he still feels guilty for being too busy to be there. This'll be the least he can do." M/n firmly said as he slowly stands up by using the support of the wall.

There was a short pause of silence, and he can see Gun was still contemplating it. He was affected just as much and the idea of having M/n be taken away from him in a considerably long period just didn't sit well.

"You'll be okay, right?" Gun hesitantly spoke, and it was such a rare sight to see him pushed into a corner like this.

M/n smiled in an assuring manner, "I'll live." He said. "I'll live and then we'll see each other again. It won't be for long, maximum sentence for me is 5 years since my crimes are stored in a different identity."

"5 years is too long." Gun frowned.

"My crime is fraud, that's the longest I'll serve. But with a good lawyer, and with a talented client like me— I'll reach for the minimum. Until then, please—"

Before M/n can complete his explanation in attempt to convince his worried lover, he was pulled into his arms, head gently resting against Gun's shoulder as the man held a palm over his head, pulling him closer.

"Gun, I'm ruining your super expensive coat with my super red blood."

"I don't care."

"I appreciate the embrace but don't take too long though, it'll be selfish of you to make the officers wait." M/n joked, in reality, he wanted for it to last longer. He wanted to stay in his arms longer. He wanted to be with Gun longer.

But the ringing in his ears reminded him of the circumstance they're put in. Although it not only physically pains him to be away from Gun in a considerably long time, he would take the chance just so that they'll be able to live continously after he serves his time.

No more problems. No more Chairman.

"Then let me be selfish." Gun spoke up, a little muffled as he buried his face in his partner's shoulder. He didn't know how to continue, he couldn't find the right words to express himself. Never had he imagined he would be put into a situation where he'll be overwhelmed with emotions and a sense of desperation to let his partner hear his words.

M/n scooted further into his embrace, appreciating the warmth that Gun was emitting, such a great contrast to the dark and cold alley.

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."

M/n chuckled. "I know, but this isn't the end, you know? It's only temporary. Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation." He murmured into his back.

Gun was the first to pull out of the hug, although reluctantly so. His hands then held both sides of his lover's shoulders as he stared at him despite not being able to make out most of his features.

"Then in that case, I'll always be patiently waiting for you to return." He said, his thumb slowly caressing the fabric of M/n's suit. "And promise me you'll always come back."

M/n softly smiled as he nodded eagerly, ignoring the headache that it gave him. "Gun, you are my home. I mean, sure, you aren't built like a house but I'm sure you get it."

The man, instead of replying, suddenly placed a chaste kiss on the other male's forehead. It was passionate and held a lot of tenderness than what M/n believes he possesses. But it was enough to make him smile like an idiot.

"Thanks, that'll last for the next few years." He joked before standing up, waving his hand slowly before walking towards the station.

His body felt heavy, his eyelids were already drooping, and he felt utterly exhausted. He was overwhelmed with sorrow and longing, he was already missing the warm embrace of his lover. But this was for the best.

It was not long after he stepped foot inside did the ringing in his ears overtake him, it was loud, alarming, and it stirred him inside to see the police officers speak without a sound. But it didn't take long for them to assess the situation and call medical help immediately, deciding to ask questions later after he was treated.

Though even though that, all he can feel was the lingering warmth on his forehead.

And the man who gave it to him was busy projecting his rage to Chairman's men, beating them up before they can speak a word back to their leader.