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"And three, two, one JUMP!"
I felt the heat in my back and neck as I jumped through the window, glass working its way into my skin. Securing my earpiece and mumbling a quick "I'm okay, mission successful" should calm my friend on the other line down.
I started running, dearly hoping none of my clothes or hair caught on fire.
Sprinting down a street, taking turn after turn. I mean, running away after blowing up a whole building does bring in a lot of attention.
Catching my balance after the bomb explodes is always hard, especially when jumping through big ass windows simultaneously. It's still fun, though. Enjoyable.
The running away part of the whole mission is always my favourite. Running in between all those big and glassy industry buildings is always so calming. I cannot help but love the big shadows towering over the people, covering everything in a dark grey.
I make my way down the street, distancing myself further from the place of crime. A little smirk makes its way onto my lips from feeling the hundreds of pairs of eyes on me. I do have to admit I like the attention; they secretly love me, I swear. They just don't know it yet. Seriously.
Since it's still early in the morning, a lot of people are on their way to work. Some of the civilians make way for me and jump to the sides as I run past them.
Having to push through some of them, I extend my arms and, more gently or not, get them out of my way. Don't want any people in my way or trying to hold me back even.
That is one of the times that I am extremely happy about my workouts. I mean, I do not look super buffed, but trust me when I say I am wayy stronger than I look.
My legs are carrying me as fast as they can when the radient blue and loud screeching sirens come closer. Their sound is always a blessing to my ears, making it obvious everything went as planned. Maybe they are some of the people who don't actually like me. Sucks to suck.
Allowing myself a glance behind me to see how close they've gotten, I turn my head, and time stops. A beautiful pair of dark brown eyes stares right at me.
They are the prettiest ones I have ever seen, and they kind of remind me of an old lake surrounded by a forest, a blanket of fog resting over it like it intends to keep the lake warm and safe.
My eyes wander down his body and scan the suit, seemingly showing off his thin waist and broad shoulders, hugging his body perfectly. His lips looking just so flawless and smooth when I pull my gaze back up to his eyes, which still pierce into mine.
As an arm grabs my shoulder, I get pulled into a dark alley on the side and out of my thoughts as well. I see big dark green and black trash cans filled to the top around us, spilling it all over the floor already. Most windows are covered by posters.
Some have pro-rebellion shit on them, some have contra-rebellion shit on them, some promote the current 'government', promoting propaganda brought to life by our favourite dictator, and some just promote the nearest grocery store.
My view turns towards the person who pulled me back into the present and out of my thoughts, and I lean against the wall, finally catching my breath after all the running action.
"Good fucking work, Wooyoung," Jongho greets me.
I scan him up and down. He looks like always. Well built, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers. I will never understand how he can not be sweating like shit when it is 28 degrees outside and he is dressed like the biggest snowstorm ever is working its way through the city.
For like the sixth time today, I thank my t-shirt for its services in this heat. Can't thank it enough, to be honest.
"Thanks, mate."
I wink at him, and he pulls a grimace, which does make me chuckle a bit.
Jobs like those are not necessarily unusual for me. Our captain likes setting me up for these kinds of missions since I am smaller than most of the guys on our team. I am more agile as aswell, so it makes sense I get picked for these kinds of missions. And I can not really complain. I do enjoy these a lot. The rush of adrenaline always gets me quite good.
"The building is down, Wooyoung; you did quite a good job at placing the bombs in the building. Anything regarding your physical health we should be aware of?"
The voice in my earpiece sounds again, this time as clear as day without all of the loud background noises. I always get surprised at how much my friends care for me, even though our group has been fighting the government for quite some time now.
I feel Jongho's eyes on me, scanning me for injuries like cuts or burns. I know he cares for all of us and loves each one so much, even if he never expresses it verbally. Deep down he is just a sweetie who hates physical touch as much as the verbal part about love. I'm pretty sure we all love him regardless of that; I do for sure.
I answer the person on the other line with a quick description of the little cuts due to the glass on my arms and back, some even on my legs. Nothing big, so they can be treated easily.
The slightly taller man standing in infront of me listens attentively, scrunching his eyebrows as I talk about the little injuries now decorating my body.
"Right, we're gonna get going to get you treated, Wooyoung.", he suddenly states.
I roll my eyes but choose not to argue against him, knowing it is quite pointless.
We jog down to our vehicle, getting inside in a quick motion, not exactly wanting to get recognised and locked up like we are some crazy people.
Our Jesko may be a bit noticeable though with its shining white foil, expensive looks and loud rev. I am so in love with it though. Would not trade it for ANYTHING in the world. The rev is jsut so amazing I swear.
I only notice the stinging feeling in my limbs after having sat down. Maybe the damage is a bit worse than I originally thought.
While laying my head back on the passenger seat and closing my eyes, I pray that Seongwha won't be too mad at me for that. The exhaustion hits me now and does make me feel tired. Such a shame since it is still so early.
My mind wanders back to those pretty eyes I saw today, thinking about them. The guy must be an important one, at least the suit looked pretty expensive if you ask me. Dark blue only ever gets worn by the high horses. In my opinion, black would suit him better. Way better actually.
I thought about the mysterious man a bit longer when I felt my eyes becoming heavier by the second. I shouldn't waste my time on someone like him anyway. Odds I'll see him again are quite low if I'm honest. Such a waste of a chance to get myself a beautiful man by my side.
Sometime later, I can't say how much exactly since I fell asleep, we finally arrive at our base.
Our home.
Our Safespace.