《MORE | stray kids OT8》EIGHT: REUNION
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"Reunion"
"You said something dumb again"
you keep your eyes trained directly on her, do not look anywhere else." A stern voice ordered through the earpiece that belonged to the assassin, he rolled his eyes in annoyance before mockingly replying, "what does it fucking look like I'm doing, sir." He slightly smirked at the silence he received from the earpiece.
He watched as the tearful girl finally drifted off to sleep. The man sighed in relief and angled his rifle away from the sleeping figure through the window, thank fuck she's finally asleep, I though she'd be awake forever.
"Good job, Changbin. Report back immediately." The voice returned once again as the assassin Changbin, replied through the earpiece. "Why are we even bothering with this stupid, clueless girl, she's boring and all she does is cry." He complained into the earpiece.
"Shut up, I decide what we do, not you. Why are you always so stubborn?" The stern voice replied clearly agitated with the assassin.
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"What is she doing now?" Impatiently Questioned the Australian boss, as he stared at the computer screen, which displayed the clueless girls bedroom, she was sitting on her messy bed on her laptop.
Another voice replied, "She's looked up SKZ of her laptop, obviously trying to search for any information to find out who we are, she won't find anything of course." The younger hacker boasted and slightly leaned back in his chair, his hair falling onto his gorgeous face and he swirled the contents of his alcoholic drink in the expensive glass.
The boss glanced at him before stepping back a few paces and looking to their side in thought. "What are you doing?" Questioned the curious hacker as he spun around in his chair and eyes his boss in confusion and curiosity, the boss took as few small paces towards the hacker, before slightly leaning on the top of the chair and sighing in satisfaction.
"I don't know about you, jisung. But I've grown rather... let's just say fond of our little [name] and so I think we are finally ready to begin phase two."
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hours of twisting and turning, trying to get at least a few hours of sleep, I finally drifted off into a sleep full of dreams. Well, more like a sleep for of nightmares.
I was laying down on my back, I couldn't breathe very well, there was a very heave fog in the air, I was staring up at the sky, I was in a forest? My whole body was in pain, like I had been shot. There was a slight ringing in my ears, but very subtle, everything was quiet, too quiet.
I lifted my head to try and survey the state of my body and look at my surroundings. My eyes widened in horror as I noticed the the blade of a dagger, imbedded into my stomach. I opened my mouth to scream, but no words came out, like I had lost complete control of my vocal cords. I couldn't feel the stab wound, but I could feel the blade in my stomach.
I heard a deep chuckle behind me, then heard someone crouch down behind me, hesitating for a few seconds, before painfully grabbing the roots of my hair and dragging me up to their level, tears streamed down my face as my body tried to fight them off, no luck, they wouldn't budge.
"Come on baby, let's go back inside, let's get you cleaned up and get you nice and comfortable, won't that be nice? The he will have a nice friendly talk with you about your actions." The deep voice mocked me as he lifted me up and threw me over the back of his shoulder, not caring or trying to avoid the painful stab wound, the blade twisted at an awkward angle, the blade embedding further into my stomach. Causing me to let a cry in pain. Then my world turned black.
My body suddenly jolted forward, as I awoke from the fearful nightmare. Cold sweat dripped down my forehead, as i slowly looked around the room to reassure myself that everything was ok. But something just didn't feel right.
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I had an intense feeling of Deja vu in my stomach, all I could here was my laboured breathing, as I slowly tore the covers off of my shaking body. Revealing my grey shorts and slightly big black t-shirt. The clock on the wall showed the time, 3:37 am. The bright moonlight reflecting off of it, illuminating its circular shape on the plain wall.
Turning the corner, and walking towards the living room with a steady pace, ready for any sudden movements. I leaned up against the wall, next to the door, that led into the living room, and listened. It was deadly quiet, all I could here was the sound of breathing, but it was not my own.
I slowly turned round the corner, and took slow steps into the room, my eyes widened and my breath was stuck in my throat. It was him.
"[name]! We meet again." He slurred as he took heavy steps towards my shaking figure. My heavy breathing quickened as I stepped back, trying desperately to get out of the room. "Ah, not so fast sweetheart, you've got no where to go." He said as he grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him, he spun me around to face him. But this time it was different, I could see him, he wasn't wearing any form of face covering.
He had red, brightly dyed hair, that rested just above his shoulders, he had brown eyes, a smug smirk painted his lips and he stared into my eyes, he was absolutely stunning, I have to admit that. "Hwang Hyunjin." He proudly said as his grip on my wrist loosened. "W-what?" I questioned in a confused daze. He rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed with my stupidity. "That's my name dumbass." I replied with nothing but silence, and stared at the wooden floor in embarrassment.
"Now, I've come here to give you a nice little gift."
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The pretty, blonde haired girl sighed in satisfaction, as she lounged on the wooden deck chair, that sat on the white sandy beach, facing the clear, blue ocean. "Enjoying the view are we Sieun?" A smug voice questioned her behind. Making her jump out of her seat. She stood up nervously, taking a few steps back and made an attempt to politely greet the intimidating man.
"L-Lee know?! What are you doing here?" She anxiously questioned him and she backed up a view steps, Lee know took a view steps towards her, and was now incredibly close to her face. "Don't call me by my first name you stupid bitch. Weren't you ever taught some decent manners?" He scolded her, hitting her painfully on the back of her head, slightly messing up her hair in the process.
"Where are the documents? He asked impatiently, his face falling into a deadly glare, and Sieun fiddled with her hands nervously. "Oh... the documents?... they are um, in my room! I'll go and get them for you." She stated as she quickly started waking away to try and escape him.
Rolling his eyes as her stupidity he grabbed her wrist, easily pulling her back to stand in front of him, she gasped in shock and attempted to pull her wrist away as salty tears looked at the rims of her eyes. "Don't lie to me Sieun, you of all people should know how much I hate it when people lie to me." He stated to her.
His painful grip on her wrist tightened as her eyes widened in fear and pain. He dug into his pocket, searching for something, before pulling out a switchblade.
"And when I hate something, I get rid of it."
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Word count - 1378
If you don't know what a switchblade is, it looks something similar to this:
Again I'm sorry for being so inactive as I've been busy with school and I've had no motivation to write at all, stay safe :)
-polly <3
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