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•|| Chapter 10: Not Sweet at All. ||•

[Jieun POV] 

It's been 3 days since I was shot. The guy who shot me was Kang's man. He has gone missing, Exactly from the next day I was shot... I had looked into the details of all his devices using PROBEAI, and they all were turned off at 1:27 AM, August 17th.

He has probably gone on hiding but no man would turn his personal devices off. No contact with his friends or family is suspicious. Or is he, perhaps, dead? No way- Oh, maybe Kang had killed him off. Of course. That's what he does after a guy is done with the work assigned to them. So, no one can leak information on his lil hiding spot or his filthy identity, but no matter what, I shouldn't let my guard down.

I clench my jaw and walks into the building, enduring the shooting pain spreading slowly downwards to my legs, causing me to stumble lightly as everyone's eye shot up to my whimpering presence. 

Noticing my staggering steps had drawn attention to myself, I fix my composure and walk towards the elevators, once again mastering the art of disguises. Wasn't I always impersonating a different person and their traits... I was never myself in all these years... I wonder how it feels to be m- 

"JIEUNIEEEEEE!!" My line of weirdly stupid thoughts were interrupted when a smaller body slammed full force onto me as the elevator doors closed. 

I jerk in pain and push the little person back with a fair amount of force. I looked at her, Bae Seoyae, with my face scrunching at the excruciating ache burning through my wound. 

"Oh no, What's wrong Jieun! Are you alright? I'm so so sorry! I know I'm always a failure! I'm so sorry!! Why do I always mess up!! I'm so so so sorry Jieun! Are you okay? Do you- do you have a wound? Did you, perhaps, get stabbed?" She blabbered on and whispered the last part, leaning in with a curious face as I, now stared at her in irritation. I shot her glares as I felt the pain fade. Not completely, but bearable. 

"Well, Ms. Bae, Please regain your crap as were currently at work. And you have absolutely no right to talk about that shit right now- Actually, you don't have the right to talk about it ANYWHERE or at ANYTIME, Unless you wish for a slow, painful, death." I whispered a nice little warning to her while my lips twisted into a sickening smirk. 

"Y-yes Ms. Ju-"

"Yes. Have a nice day." I muttered coldly as I walked out of the elevator and to my cabin, not sparing a glance at the startled Seoyae. 

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"WHY THE FU-" 

I flinch and immediately turn to muffle the unknown-person-who-barged-into-my-room's scream. 

Quickly tackled him -I realized it was a 'him'- to the ground and pinned him down on his knees while cupping his mouth shut with my palms. 

I studied his back as I had my knee pressed to his rear neck portion. 

'Was he... Taehyung?! That tree branch tattoo... ' I thought, studying the weird dark vein like tattoo branching off to several directions on his skin, sometimes even looking like cracks on a glass tattooed on his neck. 

Flinching back in realization, I let him stand up, and watched him with worry as he dusted his clothes off with a bewildered face.