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The sound of photos being taken echoed on the dark night garden as she was spying on the most infamous mafia who sells illegal stuffs to another country mafia she crouched down under the tree so he or anyone won't find her she took some more pic of them talking something her eyes fell on the man who was tall brown skinned with dark hair talkin' sitting on his spinning chair casually
......call is being forwarded.....
..yang121.. is being connected to the call
Hello?.."a male voice was heard on her side as she spoke to her team member informing about that mafia who she's been spying on for a long time she didn't moved a inch neither moved her eyes from him as she spoke on the call while monitoring his move yang121" i think his next mission is to kill the president of North Korea and to steal all of his works?..I have no idea i can't hear him well",she muttered sighing looking at him",
We need to collect the information as soon as possible girl don't mess up",her fellow team mate spoke from the other"
Yeah I understand b-..",it was until her eyes fell on him again this time they both made eye contact her heart stopped at the sight of staring at her with smirk she stuttered nervously on the call still keeping eye contact
"Jungwon I think I screwed up"
He saw m-..girl run away from there",her team mate said from the other line with terrific tone knowing she messed up but instead of running away she took a step back panicking as she sweated heavily his way of looking and body language raising her fear even more seeing this he laughed from inside of his room as she ran away fastly grabbing her stuffs for her life
The very next day she was sitting on her bed arranging the pics and documents until she heard a knock on the door at first she ignored thinking who would knock on the door at 1:45am?..then again there was a knock scratching her hair she walked from her room to the front door to open the door
Running her eyes she opened the door to come face to face to the man whom she took pics of . yesterday yeah the one and only
He gave her a smirk within a few sec she was shoved inside her living room by 4 buff men as the 5th men locked the living room casually heeseung sat on her sofa spreading his leg looking at her terrified face reaction chuckling a little she stood up quickly as she yelled at them trying to hide her fear
Who are you?!!"as a response she only got a chuckle sound from him as she panicked more and more",
Aww..you don't know me?..."he mocked her smiling looking at her up and down as his bodyguard laughed at her pathetic lies"
Ig you don't remember shall I make her remember?",he asked his bodyguard standing up from the couch walking to her as he took his pistol from his back she gulped backing trying to grab anything to protect herself from him and his bodyguard Heeseung tilted his head slightly, watching her movements like a predator amused by his prey’s panic. His voice was low and almost calm, which made it all the more terrifying.
“Now now, no need to grab anything. If I wanted you dead…” — he pointed the pistol at her forehead — “…you wouldn’t have opened the door.”
She froze. The cold touch of fear pressed down on her chest like a weight. But she didn’t show it. Not fully. Her grip tightened around the edge of the coffee table.
“I’m not here to kill you,” Heeseung said, lowering the gun just a little. “At least, not yet. I’m here for a little chat.”
“Chat?” she scoffed, trying to sound brave. “You call breaking into someone’s house with armed men a chat?”
Heeseung smiled — that same damn smirk that made her blood run cold the night before. “You took some lovely pictures of me. I came to return the favor.”
One of the bodyguards dropped a thick envelope onto her table. Dozens of photos spilled out — all of her. At her job, on the subway, jogging in the morning, even inside her apartment through the window. Her breath caught.
“You think you’re the only one who spies?” Heeseung said. “Cute.”
She looked at the photos, then back at him. Her hands trembled, but her voice held steady. “What do you want?”
“I want you to stop. No more spying, no more photos. Delete everything.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but Heeseung cut her off, walking closer until they were almost face-to-face.
“Or,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers, “I make you disappear. Just like the last agent who tried.”
Her heart thundered, but something in her eyes shifted. A flicker of defiance.
“You’re scared,” she said quietly.
Heeseung laughed, genuinely amused. “Of you?”
“Of what I know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.”
The smirk dropped just slightly.
She stepped back, heart still racing. “You’re not here to kill me. You’re here because I know something. Something you don’t want getting out.”
Heeseung studied her, then slowly put his gun away. “You’re smart. Dangerous, even. I like that.”
He turned to leave, motioning to his men. “We’ll be in touch.”
Before walking out the door, he glanced over his shoulder. “Be careful, sweetheart. Curiosity kills more than just cats.”
And then he was gone. The silence in the room was deafening..
She stood there, shaking, surrounded by photos of her own life — knowing one thing for sure:
This was only the beginning
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