"Yes, listen, Hyun," Wendy turned herself over, hands resting on her wound and Irene was moving other things out of the way.

"Not until we reach the hospital, I don't want your wound to get worse," Irene replied coldly as she listened to the sound of the bullet striking into the truck's back; not to lie, Irene was slightly scared. She didn't know why she was intimidated at this time, maybe it was because she feared Wendy will pass out in the truck.

The raven-haired girl eyes were shaking despise her cold expression, but Wendy knows Irene is feeling pretty uneasy about what just happened. Her hand finds the way to Irene's hand, and hold it firmly.

"Listen, I'm sorry. Irene, you shouldn't do this dirty business."

"Quiet." Irene snarled but look concerned at Wendy's breathy and crooked voice.

It's wrong to say that Wendy feels accomplished after she stopped Irene from killing the old man, she feels like an asshole to her girlfriend. She knows how important the killing was to Irene, but Wendy is in the agency long enough to see how much a mission like that can break people down.

"I've seen lots of bad things happen, Irene. It just-" she didn't know what to say, it was almost like the words clogged up her brain.

Irene was still facing her back to the brunette, knees up to her face and her arms wrapped around her legs. The whole trunk is still shaking and rocking from side to side, and Wendy can feel the small figure slightly trembles every time the vehicle took a hit from the men.

"You're not...in this business for too long right? Quitting now will help you, so much, I swear.""What about you then?" Irene suddenly murmured, her head buried in her knees.

That's true, what Irene asked was practical. Everyone around her acknowledges her as smart and all, but she owns no certificate of any kind. That nearly mean it's impossible for her to go looking for a job. Working at the agency earns huge money, every little mission she picked up were dangerous and as a result, but the prize was massive.

"If you quit, perhaps I'll quit as well." Wendy stuttered, things still rumble in her brain. She couldn't find a definite answer to Irene's question yet, she would still want to linger on with the agency business.

The brunette's thinking slowly drifted into a mess of random thoughts, as the sound of bullet flickering slowly diminished. It looked like they had safely escaped the chaotic hoard of men and Hyoyeon is already driving to the hospital.

"Hyo-ah, we need to go to our hospital." Irene suddenly stands up and walked to the driver's seat."Aw great, I can do that if your little lover can hold on until then." the blond eyed the weeping girl at the back while passing through several trucks on the high way while yanking the horn furiously."The gun is used, is pretty deadly you know. I don't believe she's your girlfriend until you confirm it yourself."

"I understand, it's-" Irene bit her finger and finally exhaled heavily, "It's fine.""Don't go to the hospital, drop by at my apartment. I have everything I need to stop the bleeding wound." Wendy's rasp voice went up, she was tugging at Irene's shirt to get the latter's 

attention.

"You're near it anyway, and I think you're smart enough to make the right choice. It's risky to get to the hospital, we might get exposed." Wendy continued, her voice was almost stern.

Irene didn't ever think, or even imagine such a gruesome image of Wendy. She hoped for the up-lifting underclassman who was cheerful and mischievous; even if Wendy's an agent, she would expect her to be easy going. 

Seeing the strict brunette had stricken her hard, Irene was subconsciously reminding herself that she clearly didn't know much about her girlfriend at all. The latter got quiet afterward, and Hyoyeon decided to turn over to Wendy's apartment. The truck shakes and rumbles on the way, making the younger let out little squeals, holding onto Irene's shirt for dear life.

At the site of the bleeding Wendy, Irene reached out her hand to hold the injured girl's and patted it calmly and held it. She repositioned Wendy's head, and laid the brunette on her lap, letting the wound exposed to the dim street light.

The blood is still gushing out of the oozing wound, blood still runs through a dried wound. It looked ghastly with the crimson red around, and Wendy was pale. Irene wasn't used to panicking this much, but she can feel the churn in her stomach like rolling stones stumbling all over her organs.

"We're here, off you go!" Hyoyeon squeaked through her teeth, shoving the back door's open and hopped off first."Hurry up, hurry up!" The blond continued to help Wendy off the truck.

The two supported Wendy, then Hyoyeon placed Wendy's arm over Irene's shoulder and checked if anyone is following them for safety. Irene was struggling to held Wendy, the brunette was frail, and both of them are exhausted. The raven-haired girl was close to dropping herself onto the hard ground but somehow managed to bring both of them to Wendy's apartment.

"We're good, Hyoyeon-ah," Irene whispered to her friend, who was standing behind them to guard."Oh god, make sure you sanitize the wound first. If it comes to worst then just strip clothes for bandages," she commented.

"It's not like she lived in a jungle or anything," Irene grunted, her hand digging into Wendy's pocket for keys.

The cold metal touches her hand, and Irene quickly inserts the key into the knob. Throughout the whole process, Wendy was frighteningly quiet, considering how energetic the little girl is. The door was pushed open, a huffing Irene with beads of sweat dripping off her forehead carefully laid Wendy on the ground.

The older girl stumbles to find water, or the bathroom to clean the wound. Irene turned on the light and tried her best to carry Wendy, who is her size, to a more comfortable mattress.

"Oh god, Taeyeon is going to kill me." Wendy simpered when she saw the blood seeping through the mattress.

"What?""She's my boss." Wendy smirked, "I'm not cheating."

Irene exhaled loudly, her hand scrambles over Wendy's wound and tore off the poor shirt without hesitation. She took the damped cloth and delicately dabbed around the dried blood, trying her best not to hurt the brunette.

"Stop looking at me like that." Irene complaint, "I can't focus, and you'll die of blood loss.""Will you quit the job already?" Wendy sheepishly asked, her face turned away from the static Irene.

"Or like, you know..." she started to panic after noticing how quiet Irene has been while applying bandages to the cleaned wound.

Irene ignored the question completely and puts the bandages away, leaving an awkward space between the two. She carefully moves Wendy over to the clean area of the mattress and placed a towel over the blood-stained area. Irene pulled a blanket up to cover the two as she laid down onto the towel, making Wendy twitched slightly.

Wendy wanted to hold Irene but her frozen fingers remained under the blanket, sticking straight to her sides. But she really didn't need to do so, because the intense fragrant of Irene immediately shocked her timid brain. The older girl scooted closer, her face rested right next to Wendy's.

"I'm Bae Joohyun, a pediatric in the making.

"Wha-"

Wendy couldn't make up her mind on what to say, but Irene just smiled genuinely and placed her arm over Wendy's abdomen. The brunette gulped quietly, her messy brain finally organized something to say, Irene's truly too good for her.

"I'm Son Seungwan, a freelancer."A soft look tickled Irene face as she faced the brunette looking straight into her deep eyes. She've got all the answers Irene wanted to hear.

"Will you be my girlfriend again?"

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| Since the story ended, there will be updates and fixing mistakes on the old chapter to strengthen the storyline; it would be interesting if y'all take a look at it after sometime to see the revision. |

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