doeun knows she fucked up. spilling her cover to even one person, no matter how important they are, what she trusts them with, or what they’ve done for her in the past means nothing to her superiors. she’d gone through pretty specific and intense training just to prove she wouldn’t blow her cover or crack under pressure... but it’s their fault, she thinks, seeing as they hadn’t dug deep enough and threatened her with a personal topic or a being that could shake her up just right. the consequences are harsh, not only for her, having to face reality again, however momentarily; but also the unfortunates dealing with grief all for nothing. because there’s no body in the coffin they bury, and there was no real relationship, either. each and every foundation was built on lies.
it makes the headlines, ‘young girl killed a in taxi-cab accident’ - and just like that, the short lived life of jacqueline moreau has come to a (partly) unexpected end. it couldn’t last forever, doeun knew that from the beginning, it had to come sometime. even though it’s purely technical difficulties that prevent the female’s immediate relocation to begin another mission, she interprets it as the company’s way of punishment. the hatred for her real life is obvious, and though she’s risking her prime to do this work to save the country, selflessly... she wouldn’t put it against her commanders to stretch out her reassignment period and in turn force her to acknowledge the truth of her own upbringing.
it makes her anxious, the thought of leaving the house in the time that passes. so she lives solely off ordering everything to arrive at her door until she just can’t take it anymore - which comes fast, at barely a week later. though jax was a friendly girl, and made many connections in the months she was alive, doeun has to assume that anyone ‘close’ to her would have to be over it by now. she was pretty purposely never anything of significance. but that doesn’t mean someone else couldn’t have interpreted their friendship as something more. closer, stronger. enough for it to hurt for longer than 2 days. unfortunately, that’s one of the few things she can’t do. outright tell people to not get attached.
regardless of her unease, she’ll reach the conclusion that leaving is a necessity. a five minute trip at the most, that’s her plan; covering up heavily with ‘inconspicuous’ clothes that fail to do their job. with the heat these days, it makes doeun stick out like a sore thumb that she’s wearing even a light jacket, the hood hiding her effectively, at least from the back. it clouds a bit of her vision from the front too, but that’s fine, she’s not interested in making eye contact with anyone except maybe the cashier of the convenience store once she’s finally done stocking up on the essentials she’d begun to run out of. unfortunately, eun is so focused on keeping her eyes towards the ground that she doesn’t notice the familiar face lurking nearby, eyeing her down, desperate.
