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Part 3: "Damage Control"

Title: Part 3 – “Damage Control” Word Count: ~2,500 words

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ SMUT | DARK THEMES | VIOLENCE | STRONG LANGUAGE | MENTIONS OF ABUSE | PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION | TRAUMA This chapter contains explicit content, strong language, dark and potentially triggering themes, and emotional/physical violence. Please proceed with caution.

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The air outside was colder than it should’ve been. Or maybe that was just you—numb, skin still raw from the way he touched you, throat still tight from the way he didn’t say your name when it mattered.

You didn’t know where you were walking. Just that your feet kept moving. Down cracked sidewalks, past shuttered shops, under flickering streetlights that hummed like they knew your secrets.

Your phone buzzed once in your pocket.

You didn’t check it.

Didn’t have to.

It was him.

Probably. Maybe.

You couldn’t decide which would be worse.

The Union didn’t wait long to reach out. You were barely an hour into hiding when a ping came through from your burner—new job, quick strike, no backup. A test, clearly. They always sent them when you were unstable, unsure, just bruised enough to bleed out for someone else's cause.

And stupidly, painfully—you said yes.

The warehouse was half-collapsed, lights flickering in the rafters. Three targets. Easy work.

You handled the first two without flinching. Blade to the ribs. Elbow to the jaw. Your anger made you faster than usual. Meaner.

The third caught your wrist mid-swing.

“You’re shaking,” he sneered.

You didn’t answer.

Just headbutted him and followed it up with a knee to the gut. He went down with a grunt, and you didn’t wait for breath before landing another kick to his side.

Overkill. Definitely.

But you were unraveling. And he was there to catch it.

You got out before Union backup arrived.

Didn’t go home.

Didn’t even bandage your knuckles.

You sat on a rooftop near downtown, legs dangling over the edge, watching the city smear itself in lights.

And when footsteps approached behind you—silent, practiced, familiar—you didn’t flinch.

“Is this how you self-destruct now?” Si-eun’s voice was tight. Tired.

You didn’t look at him. “Didn’t realize you still kept tabs.”

“I always do.”

Silence stretched.

Then: “You lied.”

He sat beside you, just close enough for your shoulders to almost touch.

“So did you.”

You turned, finally, and his face hit you like a bruise you hadn’t noticed forming. He looked like hell. Hollow eyes. Split lip. Hair damp from sweat or rain—you couldn’t tell.

“I didn’t lie about her,” he said, voice low. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what was it?”

“A distraction. A cover. For us.”

That word still hurt.

“Were you fucking her?”

His jaw tensed. “No.”

You stared at him for a long time.

Then: “But you could’ve. Right? Just like I could’ve let that guy touch me tonight.”

His head whipped toward you, sharp and sudden.

“What?”

You smiled bitterly. “Guess you’re not the only one who does damage control.”

He stood up. Pacing again like he always did when he wanted to scream but didn’t trust his own voice.

“You’re not some damn chess piece,” he snapped. “You don’t use yourself like that.”

“No,” you said coldly. “That’s your job, right?”

He turned fast—came toward you, dropped to his knees in front of where you sat like he couldn’t stay standing another second.

“I didn’t tell her about you because I didn’t know what we were.”

You scoffed. “That’s a lie. You just didn’t want to admit you cared.”

His mouth twitched like it wanted to argue.

But then: “You’re right.”

And just like that, something inside you cracked.

He reached for your hand—carefully this time, as if he knew you might flinch. You didn’t.

“Tell me not to go back,” you said, voice barely a whisper. “To the Union. To this life.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d rather have you bloodied and breathing than gone forever.”

You swallowed hard.

Then leaned in.

Pressed your forehead to his.

And whispered, “I hate you.”

He smiled, pained and real. “Still lying.”

He kissed you soft this time. No teeth. No heat. Just need.

But just as your breath caught—

His phone buzzed again.

You both froze.

And this time… he didn’t check it.

He pulled it from his pocket.

And threw it off the roof.

You watched it disappear into the dark.

Your breath left you in a rush.

“…That was dramatic,” you muttered.

He nodded. “Felt right.”

You laughed once. Shaky. Exhausted.

But it was the first time in weeks it didn’t sound hollow.

You laughed once—shaky, real. “So what now?”

Si-eun’s eyes met yours. “Now… we figure out how to stop getting each other killed.”

You nodded.

It almost felt like peace.

Until you felt the buzz in your own pocket.

Not your main phone.

The burner.

You pulled it out, heart sinking.

One new message.

From: UNION_SECURE “Target acquired. Si-eun confirmed. Phase two initiated. Do not interfere.”

Your breath caught.

It took you a second to realize what it meant.

The Union hadn’t just been testing you.

They’d been using you.

Tracking him.

And now… he was marked.

Si-eun noticed the shift in your expression. “What is it?”

You looked at him, eyes wide.

But you didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Because for the first time—you weren’t sure who you were protecting.

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

This was so good, bro I need another part rn

no problem bestieeee

Part 4 Crimson nights

Title: Blood in the Silence (Part 4) Genre: Dark Angst, Action, Romance, Betrayal Word Count: ~860 words Setting: Post-rooftop safehouse scene; city under threat; Union strike imminent

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The screen dimmed in your hand, but the words were seared behind your eyes.

“Target acquired. Si-eun confirmed. Phase two initiated. Do not interfere.”

You didn’t realize your grip had tightened until Si-eun reached for your wrist, fingers brushing yours.

“Hey,” he said, low. “What is it?”

You couldn’t answer. Not without crumbling. Not without warning him. But warning him meant choosing a side.

His.

And if the Union knew that—really knew that—you wouldn’t just be marked.

You’d be erased.

You shoved the phone back into your pocket like it had burned you.

“Nothing,” you said. Too fast.

He didn’t believe you. Of course he didn’t. His eyes narrowed, voice flattening. “Was it Union?”

You hesitated.

That was answer enough.

He stood again, backed off a step like distance might help him think. “What did they say?”

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. “They’re coming for you.”

He froze.

And then—quietly, with the weight of someone who already suspected—“How long have they known?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice cracked. “Maybe since Busan. Maybe since me.”

His head dropped, breath sharp through his teeth. “Fuck.”

“I didn’t know they were watching you.”

“But they were watching you.” He looked up, and there was no accusation in his eyes—just resignation. “That’s how they got to me.”

Silence fell again, but this time it was jagged. Not intimacy—tension. Like something fragile was about to snap.

You swallowed. “We need to move.”

He didn’t argue. That was worse than if he had.

You both climbed down from the rooftop in silence. The city below buzzed like it didn’t know someone was about to die.

You tried not to look over your shoulder.

The safehouse was one of Si-eun’s—tiny, hidden under a train bridge, all metal and dust and muscle memory. He paced while you scrubbed your face raw in the sink, trying to feel cleaner than you were.

You weren’t.

Not anymore.

When you emerged, he was still moving, still calculating. “They’ll come fast. Hard. They always do when they think you’re a liability.”

You stared at him. “They won’t kill you clean.”

“I know.”

His eyes met yours, and something in your chest shattered.

“You need to leave,” he said quietly.

You almost laughed. “You think I can?”

“You have to.”

“Then what? I just let them—”

“Yes,” he snapped, stepping forward. “You let them, because if you fight, you go down too. And I can’t—” His breath hitched. “I can’t lose you and this fight.”

You stared at him. “There’s no fight without you.”

His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “There’s you. That’s enough.”

You grabbed his shirt before he could turn away. “No it’s not.”

And before either of you could rethink it—your mouth was on his.

It wasn’t soft this time.

It was war.

Teeth. Breath. Nails digging into shoulders. Everything you hadn’t said pressed into skin and scar.

He kissed you like it might be the last time.

You let him.

When you broke apart, his hands were still on your waist, head bent. “You need to disappear.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“You might not get a choice.”

That was when the first shot hit the wall outside—splintering brick, screaming warning.

Si-eun didn’t flinch.

You did.

Another shot. Closer.

“They’re not here to question,” he said grimly. “They’re here to finish.”

You grabbed your blade. He checked the magazine in his pistol.

Your hands shook.

His didn’t.

And just before he moved to the door, he looked back at you—something like goodbye in his eyes.

“Stay behind me.”

You almost said no.

But then the lock clicked.

And hell opened.

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