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CHAPTER 18: BRIDE AND GROOM

wc: 5894

warnings: death, gun violence, blood, ptsd

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***

san

my nerves are shot. i keep looking outside of the windows of woo's van as we wait ourside the park, counting every car that passes by and even the amount of street cats that i see lurking in the shadows of this shitty area. hongjoong came right to my apartment. if he held out on the attack on the warehouse, ignored seonghwa and kept changbin alive, he would've came straight to kill me. and i wouldnt have seen it coming at all.

and yaera was the one to see him. face to face.

the horrific images that flashed through my head of what he'd do to her haunts me continuously. i feel sick to my stomach. im even more determined to get rid of him, just so he'd never be this close to anyone i know or love. he's a fucking monster. he could have done anything to her and i wouldnt have been there.

i could have lost everything. and now shes out in that fucking park with the man that ruined her childhood and innocence.

"hey man, im sure shes fine," woo tries to comfort me, his eyes worried as he watches me through the rearview. "i heard her voice, she sounded like she had a plan."

"her plans wont always be there to save her," i mutter. her voice scared the shit out of me to be honest. she sounded calm, like talking about the errands she had to run. after everything that's happened, i know shes a ticking time bomb on the inside. like a branch on its last stretch, ready to completely snap in half.

"she got away from hongjoong," woo says. "honestly, i dont know how she talked him away. we both know if he knows where you live then..."

"hes doing this to fuck with us," i say, my hands clenching around my forearms as i try to still myself. i feel like im shaking even though i know im not. "you know damn well she didnt talk herself out of it. he let her live. he could have chosen not to."

and i wouldnt have been there. last time i wasnt there, my mother and i never saw each other again. at least she didnt die, but with how she took off she might as well be dead.

woo sighs and cracks open a bottle of beer and i cant be bothered to stress over it. my thoughts feel like they're racing. but when i heard the shots, thats when they paused. my head went blank hearing six clean shots rip through the air.

my blood runs cold and woo sets his beer down on the dash, turning his whole body to look at me.

"was that...?" woo starts, his face falling. "do you think thats hongjoong?"

realistically, it couldve been any other lowlife because we were in a sketchy part of town. but hongjoong being the scariest thing around means every fear automatically becomes about him.

"where's yaera now?" woo asks me, taking the beer and pointing at me as he gestures toward my phone. "call her! we need to bounce!"

six shots. i pick up my phone and dial her instantly, but it goes straight to voice mail.

fucks sake. out of all the times she chooses not to answer. i resort to texting her frantically, telling her we're outside of the park's entrance. she reads my messages to my relief, but a dangerous part of me thinks...

what if hongjoong has her phone in his hand, and i just gave our location away?

"w-oo..." i say, feeling my face getting colder. i want to tell him to start the van and get us the fuck away from here, but my mouth cant get out the words.

"there she is!" woo yells, rolling down the window and leaning out of it. "open the door, san!"

i slide open the van's door and yaera's on the other side. i pull her in and slam the door immediately and woo doesnt waste time shoving the key into the ignition and hitting the road.

for a few minutes, nothing feels real. i put the light in the van on, and yaera hasnt said a word. when the light shines on her face, i see blood splattered across her cheek. she doesnt look at me at all, but takes something out of my hoodie and plops it onto my lap.

its my dad's gun.

i look up to her with realisation. i think im drawing the right conclusions but im scared to say the words aloud.

"yaera?" i mutter cautiously.

she doesnt answer me, shes blinkling slowly like a zombie. i take her hand and squeeze it, but she doesnt squeeze mine back. god. please dont tell me this means what i think it means.

"what did you do?" i ask her.

"i killed him."

her voice is empty. thats when she finally turns to me. i cant read her eyes at all.

"sorry for dragging you guys into this shit. i probably made escaping harder for you, right?"

she says it casually. i dont know if it hit her yet. i think it did, but shes not ready to face it. my chest aches of thinking her alone in that park with him. six shots.

i take her face in my hands and pull her into an embrace. "im glad you're okay," i say. i want to say more but i dont know what to say. i wont ever know how it feels to do what she did.

i feel her shiver in my arms and i can tell shes choking back her emotions. probably terrified to face them after what shes done. this was it. i cant believe she had the guts to do it, to actually kill someone.

i threw up the first time i saw someone die. even worse when it was by my hands. ive never seen them die, but whenever i beat someone severely i could just tell they werent going to make it. i didnt want to be there when they croaked, so i ran before i got to witness it. i'd hear about it later on, and i wouldnt be able to sleep.

wooyoung is looking through us in the rearview, his eyes visibly worried. he knows what happened and i know hes thinking what im thinking.

this has gotten immensely more fucked up. yaera isnt just a civilian anymore. she crossed over to the other side. her hands are tainted.

"im fine," she says and then pulls away. she cracks her neck and stretches her fingers. "he tried to choke me out but he didnt know i had your gun."

"why did you do this alone?" i ask her, trying not to upset her.

"because i wanted to. who else should i do it with?" she says with a shrug. "he didnt try to rape you, did he?"

hearing that, wooyoung takes a long gulp from his beer and finishes it. i know he cant handle hearing about stuff like this. wooyoung's all good with violence until its sexual.

"i know what you mean but you couldve let me been there," i tell her.

she waves me off. "its over now. where are we going?"

shes being so casual about it, i know shes going to break as soon as shes alone. "mao's letting us stay at one of his drug houses. its in the suburbs."

"im assuming you guys still have to kill hongjoong, seeing as he came to visit you today and all."

"its his sister's wedding tomorrow," wooyoung says. "AKA D-Day."

yaera hums, then notices wooyoung trying to crack open another beer. "are you drinking and driving?" she says, almost with amusement.

"before you hound me like san does, just know im actually a better driver when im drunk," woo tells her. hes being so civil with her that i know this is his equivalent of walking on eggshells.

"well would you hear that," yaera lightly chuckles and looks at me with a smile. i cant shake the terrible feeling i have inside me when i look at her, knowing whats coming. the blood on her cheeks have dried. her hands are tainted. its going to break her.

her smile drops when i dont return it. "something wrong?" she frowns at me.

i pull her into me again, softly putting her head on my shoulder as the chest ache worsens. "i missed you, thats all." i mutter.

***

mao's house is a decent, middleclass two-storey that looks like every family's white pickett fence dream. its hard to tell that there's a drug lab in the basement just by looking at it. but if anything life has taught me is dont be surprised by anything.

and yet, even despite knowing that, i cant wrap my head around the fact that yaera blew santo's head off.

something in me is broken. i thought she needed me to protect her, to always be there, but now i feel useless. i know she can take care of herself, but i wish i protected her better. not from danger, but from this fate itself.

i couldnt keep her hands clean, even if they were already smudged with something dark. i dont have control over anything anymore.

she sleeps all the way there, and when we go inside the house, i take her up to a bedroom since she mentioned wanting to take a bath. i leave her alone to go talk to wooyoung, and hes sitting on the old furniture in the living room, staring mindlessly through the window.

he looks at me with a scowl when he sees me. "what are you doing here?" he snaps. what was his problem?

"whats with the tone?" i reply, taken aback.

"why are you leaving her alone?" he asks me like im dumb.

i stare at him in confusion. "shes taking a bath, woo."

woo stands up and gives me a bland look. "your little girlfriend just blew off a guy's head with six bullets and you're leaving her to take a bath by herself? go make sure she's not fucking drowning herself, dumbass! she was way too fucking calm about that shit!"

the realization hits me. wooyoung is right, god how am i so oblivious? i dont say anything more and run up the stairs, hearing no sound coming from the bathroom. no movement of the water, nothing. but i smell cigarette smoke.

i lightly knock on the door but no answer comes. i immediately push the door open and find yaera submerged till her collarbone, her arm hanging out of the bathtub with a cigarette dangling between her wet fingers. she puts it between her lips and blows out a puff as she looks at me with an empty gaze.

"i didnt kill myself," she says coolly. "you dont have to worry about me."

"i wasnt worried about that," i say. the bathroom is warm and foggy with steam, and her hair is all curled up, hanging into the water.

"really?" she says with a wry look. "well, you joining me then?"

this is not one of those times we can suppress how terrible we feel by having sex. but i dont tell her that, because im scared she'll reject me or kick me out.

i close the door behind me and start to take off my clothes and yaera doesnt even look at me. its the first time she isnt staring at me like some kind of preying animal, which makes me think she doesnt just want to sleep together either. but i cant tell what shes thinking at all, it terrifies me.

i get into the opposite side of her so i can see her face. her legs are lightly grazing mine underwater and still she doesnt meet my eyes. its bothering me so much. she takes one last puff of the cigarette before crushing it into an ashtray on the windowsill.

"why wont you look at me?" i ask her, meaning to be casual about it but i sound like im pleading. fuck.

her eyes finally drift up toward me and they're glossy and red. her face is frozen but i can tell she wants to cry. god, why did he hurt my girl.

"you think im horrible now, don't you?" she says, her voice just above a whisper.

"what? why would i ever think that?"

"do you think we bring out the worst in each other, san?"

her question throws me off, and i dont want to answer it. in the end we stare at each other until her resolve starts to crumble. tears start running down her face as she stares at her trembling hands like they're covered in blood.

"i...i didnt even stop when the gun was empty. i kept going...i knew he was gone and i kept going."

"come here."

i grab her hands and pull her over to me, sending the water sloshing to the sides of the tub. she sits between my legs, her back to me as i start rubbing her hair. yaera starts breaking down and i pull her close, our warm skin folding against each other.

"i want to fucking die," she chokes out between sobs. "why did he do this to me? why did he turn me into this...i hate this. i hate myself."

"he was a monster, yaera," i say and plant a kiss ontop of her head. "you did what you thought was right. i dont think you're horrible. i'd never think that about you. not after everything he did."

"i didnt want to do this," she holds her face in her hands, coughing her sobs out. "i didnt want to be this person. i just wanted to get away."

i let her cry it out, holding her through it all. nothing i say can fix this. the guilt will wreck her until one day it doesnt. until it passes like a headache that was never there.

"we'll get away," i whisper to her. "we can be entirely new people in cuba. we can be whoever we wanna be."

i rest my head against hers as i try to picture it. i want it to be real.

"we'll wake up every morning to birds and a tropical breeze. you'll wake up next to me with the sun on your face. we'll take walks to the beach, and if we live closer to the mountains, we'll walk out on our porch and just look out at the green slopes. we'll swim in the Salto de Soroa waterfall, and i'll put an orchid in your hair. you'll look like a girl from an island, and your skin is so tan its like you'll be a native. we'll have a small kitchen and drink rum every night, i'll take you to town and we can visit the art galleries. life will be quiet. time wont rush us in cuba. time wont exist."

i realized after saying everything how badly i want it to be real. i want to see yaera on a beach in those bohemian dresses with the salty air flowing through her curls. i want to lay on my stomach and tan after she puts sunscreen on me. i want all of that. i dont want this shitty reality we've been dealt with. i wont accept it. i'll grab cuba with both hands once all this is over.

yaera turns around to look at me, her eyes stunned by my words. i rinse the tears off her face and hold her cheeks gently. she smiles at me.

"i want all of that," she whispers. "i even downloaded duolingo and some youtube videos to learn cuban spanish."

i chuckle against my will. "you're way ahead of me, ive just been looking for jobs."

"theres so much we can do, we'll have the money," she says. "since you told me you were in trouble, i started depositing the money in my account every few days. we'll be fine. its not millions, but we'll manage."

man, i dont know where i got so fucking lucky meeting someone like her. i plant a kiss on her lips, short and sweet as i hold my forehead to hers, tasting the nicotine on her mouth. its not that bad when its on her.

"to answer your question, i dont. i dont think we bring out the worst in each other. i think you saved my life."

yaera's lip starts to tremble. "when i was out there with santo, i didnt feel alone. having your gun with me...it was like having you there."

"ive always wanted him gone. i just didnt know i'd feel this bad."

"it means you're still human, yaera," i tell her. "do you think he felt bad after what he did to you?"

she shakes her head knowingly. "he just wanted to do it again. over and over."

"exactly. feel what you need to, but dont forget your life was in danger."

"i went there knowing i was going to kill him. no matter what happened, i was going to do it."

she sunk against my chest, the water submerging all the way to her neck. tears continue to spill down her cheeks as she gazed hollowly at the bathroom tiles.

"i dont know who i'll be in cuba. i just want it to be nothing like who i am now."

"then that's how it'll be, yaera. just know im here."

"you always are."

her voice, that had been wrecked with sobs the entire time, seemed to say that firmly. she believed it wholeheartedly. i needed her to keep believing that till hongjoong and mingi were dead. its all that can keep me going.

"san, are you religious?"

"not really. why?"

"im not either. but i grew up catholic. i think i want to get baptized again. especially after this."

religion was never a big thing for me. i thought of god often, but in a way that he abandoned me somehow. my life wouldnt be this shit if he didnt.

"do you want to do it with me?"

i cant bring myself to say no to her. especially because i know what baptism symbolizes. a cleanse from sin. renewal. fuck it, its on theme for the fresh start right? might as well.

"alright," i smile down at her when she looks up at me. "we can get baptized together."

***

when we're done in the bathroom, yaera passes out on the bed, her legs tangled between blankets and soft breaths falling from her lips. shes absolutely exhausted, she even fell asleep without eating anything.

when i return to wooyoung, theres a guy drinking in the living room with him. hes tall and a fucking unit of a guy. one of mao's guys whos supposed to help us out.

"this is wong yukhei," woo nods to the guy respectfully. "mao's prized getaway driver apparently."

"im not just a getaway driver," the guy says with a smile. he honestly looks like hes never done anything wrong in his life. i wonder if these gangs just have unlimited supply to innocent people, ready to awaken the worst parts of them.

"im also a milkman," he chuckles. "you can call me lucas."

woo and i look at each other but say nothing.

"so you know the plan right?" i ask him. "get us in...we take them out..."

"i take you to the warehouse...ship arrives next morning. we see woo off, then we get you to the airport."

its a solid plan. but i see a shit ton of things potentially going wrong. all i can think of is...me. honestly. im the only one with so much shit to lose. i involved a civilian whos life i care about. now everything had to be perfect because i was already on edge.

i wanted to explain the plan to yaera, but she decided to pass out. when i go to sleep with her, she curls up in a ball close to me, crying in her sleep the entire night.

she shivers in her sleep because of whatever nightmare shes having...but for some reason it doesnt wake her up. she never wakes up. i pull her onto my chest and she clutches onto me like a last breath, her eyes never opening once. its like shes scared to face whatever she thinks she'll see when she opens her eyes. i cant blame her for that.

i eventually fall asleep, but it doesnt last long. because at 8 in the morning, wooyoung, lucas and i are loading weapons into the car.

two massive CS/LR4s, chinese sniper rifles. the sheer size of it overwhelms me, knowing i have to pull that trigger today, and nothing can save me from it.

if i want to be happy with yaera on the streets of soroa one day, i have to do this.

if i want to stay alive, hongjoong has to die.

"okay...this is starting to feel real," woo says, letting out a constricted breath. "are you ready?"

im never ready. not for shit like this. but nevertheless, i nod and pat wooyoung on the back. lucas appears behind us, gesturing to the house.

"go wake up your girlfriend. we're not coming back here," he tells me.

i didnt know that. "are you taking her to the warehouse while we go to the wedding?" i ask him.

lucas shakes his head. "nope. we're all making one trip to the warehouse. cant risk getting tailed by the police or anyone by returning to locations."

"so shes coming with us?" i ask in disbelief. "shes gonna be with us when we..."

lucas has a sympathetic frown on his face. "i know it sucks, but trust. this is the least dangerous option."

i at least wanted some time to reconcile with myself before seeing her again. i didnt want her to see me right after i kill someone. but fuck it. i cant have everything i want these days anyway.

i swallow hard and make my way back to the house to get yaera. shes completely disorientated when i wake her. "hey...come on. we need to leave this place, you'll stay with lucas while i take care of things. alright?" i say, hoping she grasps my words.

yaera frowns, looking so soft and vulnerable from her nap. it makes my stomach twist. "whos lucas?" she mumbles.

"one of mao's guys. come on."

i place a kiss on the top of her head before getting up. i want to give her some space before all this gets too real. i havent explained anything yet, and im wondering if i should leave it that way.

"wait san. where are we going now?"

i pause at the door. "the courthouse. mingi's getting married there to hongjoong's sister. and then...we're following them to the reception."

"oh."

saying that out loud even feels so fucking evil. but i guess we're past feeling guilt.

"its almost over, yaera. dont worry."

i dont know who i was trying to convince more. her, or myself.

"san?" her voice softens, forcing me to turn around. "please dont die."

***

yaera

the fact that san and wooyoung's lives are on the line gives me something big to focus on so i wont have to deal with what i did.

santo haunted my dreams all night. constantly there, constantly polluting the background. its like he was torturing me still from beyond the grave. somehow i thought that if i got rid of him, all the memories of what he did would go too. i guess i was too hopeful and simplified it all.

hes like a fucking parasite in my brain. i dont want to give him the time of day. but hes all i can think about.

san is dressed in all black, wearing his infamous mask and hat combo. this is san, the gangster. and yet, i still care about him the same. his darkness never scared me.

although, i wonder if hes disgusted by mine.

we get into the car, and i dont get to sit next to san. instead im next to one of mao's guys, who keeps smoking in the car. he sees me hungrily looking at it and i cave when he hands me the cigarette.

on the drive there, lucas puts on the john wick soundtrack of all things. i give him a weird look and he has a smile on his face thats so joyous its inappropriate for the shit going down today.

i turn around to look at san and wooyoung, and i can see how stressed they are and the fear in their eyes. wooyoung cant hold eye contact, looking around like a nervous dog. san just looks despondent. like hes way too deep in his head.

when we make it out of this alive, im going to give him the best head of his life.

hes been so good to me. when i crumbled he held me. when i wanted to die its like he was there to remind me that i so desperately wanted to live. choi san has to live. he made me come back to life.

we pull up to the courthouse, and right there we see a fancy limo pulling away from the courthouse with the back windows saying 'just married'. lucas points eagerly. "we got them just in time!"

"this is kinda funny," wooyoung says out of the blue. "this is like sleeping dogs."

"what?" san looks at him. "how are you making this about a videogame right now?"

"winston's the red pole of the sun on yee, the triad in the game. he gets gunned down at his wedding by the rival gang."

i turn around and give him a concerned. "is that where you got the idea?"

wooyoung shakes his head. "nah. i just found out that after mingi gets married, he plans to take a break from the gang and make hongjoong take his rank in the gang. with that fucker in charge, he'll try to wipe out the whole 108ths. and mingi still has to pay for what happened with yunho. so i thought, fuck it. two birds one stone."

a strange smile crept on wooyoung's face. "we wont get the rival gang's ending though. dogeyes gets what he has coming. we'll make it out alive, because we only gave others what they had coming."

"and what about us?" san asks, looking out the window. "what do we have coming?"

wooyoung and i look at each other awkwardly before i turn back in my seat. "can i have another cigarette?" i ask lucas.

"sorry, sweetheart. gave you my last," he says then turns down the music completely as we continue to follow the limo. my nerves are shot as we take every turn it takes, and i wonder how the fuck they cant see us.

"how are you doing this?" i ask. "how dont they know?"

"most people dont watch the world around them. plus, i think even gangsters want to relax on their wedding day, dont you think?" lucas says with a confident smile. "dont worry, if i have nothing to worry about, you have nothing to worry about. only thing that matters is getting in."

i dont know the plan, i feel like the less i know the better. i look out the window as we pass by the buildings and as i see my reflection, i see santo's face riddled with bullet holes. i jump in my skin trying, blinking hard to make it go away. everyone in the car looks at me in confusion.

"are you okay?" san asks me, touching my shoulder. i swallow hard.

"yeah. just thought i saw a bug."

***

san

the limo stops infront of a big hall and we see mingi get out, holding his hand out for his bride. her dress is big and puffy, dragging on the floor as she gets out. hongjoong gets out right after her, taking her on his arm. mingi runs inside the hall as hongjoong holds his sister's face, her smile big and full of excitement.

im nauseous.

"you guys are entering around back, right?" lucas says, swerving the wheel hard, making the car jerk into a turn. "alright. lets do this."

he parks around the side of the building, right under a tree. we see a bunch of people walking in suits and dresses to go to the hall. wooyoung gets out of the car, pulling up his mask as he unloads the duffelbag with our guns in it.

theres a wall, but its jumpable. i get out of the car after and go first, hoisting myself over so woo can toss me the bag. he vaults over right after, and before we know it, we're in the garden.

we see a few guys with suits loitering around the back entrance. they dont look like security, judging by the lack of guns. so woo and i take the risk of walking right past them.

"hey!" a guy calls us when we're inside. hes big and buff. "who are you?"

"security." i tell the guy. "just assessing the perimeter one last time."

the guy narrows his eyes on me. "did you check with the boss?"

"yeah, dude. he gave us the order," woo says. "do you really wanna go ask him while hes busy waiting on his bride? its gonna look like we dont listen."

"alright..." the fucker still isnt convinced. i nudge wooyoung and we walk away from him. but his eyes never leave us. we had to make this quick. this place is crawling with black dragons.

we rush to the second floor of the hall and we find four guys lounging on rows of seats, hidden behind tapestry and curtains. they straighten as they watch us approach, standing up as someone starts playing "hear comes the bride" on the organ.

wooyoung charges at the first guy, pulling out a knife and stabbing him in the stomach. the violence is a blur. i unload the guns and start putting them into position, when suddenly my collar is grabbed from behind and im yanked onto the floor.

i jump up and launch myself at the black dragon, throwing my fist at him. he quickly dodges, driving a big one into my stomach. im winded for a moment, but i block his knee from hitting me there again. he tosses me to the wall, trying to kick me in the head.

i roll away and start running up the rows of seats, and wooyoung throws a guy down, having me jump over his body as he tumbles. i pull my knife from my jeans, swinging out at the black dragon, who dodges my attacks and pulls out a blade of his own. fuck!

"little help here!" i shout at wooyoung. im not even sure if he can hear me over the music. but woo's thrill of violence is always a plus. he comes running, knocking the guy from behind with his entire body. he falls towards me and i drive my blade into him repeatedly, his eyes going wide as he spits blood in my face. he plunges his knife into my arm in the process and i bite on my teeth, throwing him off me. when he drops, i look around and see all of them bleeding out on the floor.

i groan and hold my arm, the both of us heading for the guns. i honestly dont know how good of a shot i am. ive been nothing but a runner and the muscle. the last time i was behind a gun, i dont fucking remember but its too late for that now.

this thing has a scope. and a trigger. it cant be that hard. and even if it is, wooyoung's here. he'll get it right.

we're in separate corners, the gun subtly peeking through the tapestry. wooyoung agreed, he would take out hongjoong, and i would do mingi. at this very moment, mingi's waiting at the front of the hall in his suit, with his groomsmen standing behind him. hongjoong is halfway down the aisle with his sister, the flower girls dropping pink petals behind her as he walks her.

i put my eye to the scope, aiming for his chest. i didnt trust myself with a headshot. so the heart would have to do.

my arm is hurting like a bitch. mingi's standing still. i want to do it while the music's still going, but i guess it doesnt matter right? its not like the music will hide this motherfucker falling and dying.

my finger rests on the trigger. i turn to look at wooyoung and he gives me a thumbs up, telling me its ok to go.

1...

2...

3...

i pull the trigger. and so does he.

mingi doubles over as his shirt starts to bloom with red, falling head first down the steps of the platform. the music stops. hongjoong goes down. and so does his sister.

thats when i realized. the bullet went right through her head and hongjoong's ear. he looks up as everyone starts screaming and running out of the hall. wooyoung tries to shoot again. he misses. hongjoong runs and ducks behind a table. everyones fucking screaming. he looks up right at us.

at me.

his eyes are wide and half his face is stained with blood. his sisters blood.

we fucked up.

"woo lets fucking go!" i yell to him and abandon the gun. wooyoung stares in horror as he stands up. i run to him and grab his arm. "come on!"

we run down the stairs and into the crowd of people, and we see hongjoong right there. his eyes are murderous as he pulls out a gun and starts chasing after us, shooting blindly. we duck inbetween bystanders, running out of the front gate. hes fucking bolting after us. woo and i dart down the street, making a turn into the street lucas is parked. we hop into the car just as hongjoong appears at the end of the street and aims his gun at the car.

"drive!" i scream. lucas pulls out of the parking as a bullet hits the back windshield, caving the entire thing in. "put your heads down!" lucas yells.

the car speeds off as more shots explode behind us and hongjoong stands in the middle of the street, watching until we disappear out of his sight.

"i fucked up!" wooyoung screams, beating the back of lucas's seat. "how did i fuck up so bad!"

"what happened?" yaera asks, her face crestfallen. "what did you..."

"he accidentally shot his sister," i answer. "its fine. its fine. mingi's dead."

"but we needed HIM dead!" woo's voice completely breaks. "i fucking shot a girl on her wedding day."

"its too late now okay!" i snap. "its fucking done. we're leaving. tomorrow youre going to hongkong and im going to cuba. they dont know that. let them be the 108ths problem. fuck miss A."

woo holds his head in his hands and starts sobbing. lucas starts going at a lightning speed, and i just wish i could disappear.

even if we fucked up. its over. it has to be.

***

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