21

I stare outside the windows of the airplane, my mind drifting back to Kim Geon Woo.

Will he understand?

I can't tell him.

I can't tell him where I'm going because Noona might ask him, because he would ask questions and I have lied enough.

Because I know telling anyone would make them dissuade me.

I am being made to do this alone, because I know...

Because I know I will do anything for the male I left behind on that bed.

Is it wrong that I did not leave a message?

Is it wrong that I left without telling him?

I had stared at him all through the night, my heart blossoming with the fact that he looked so peaceful next to me.

I love him.

I'm not stupid... But I know what I'm doing is so farfetched from what I'd normally do.

Sighing, I finger my phone, knowing he cannot obviously call me with this new one.

I had to throw the old one away, because who knows?

Noona might have tracking device and because I know calling Kim Geon Woo would be the first thing on my mind

But I didn't want to run back to him so early.

Just a little more time.

It's all for him..

All for him.

As the plane lands, I walk out of it with my briefcase, adjusting my suit and staring at the watch on my wrist.

It's 2:00 pm and it's cold as hell, little sunlight and I feel underdressed.

Still....

I flag down a cab, entering and showing him the card Oppa had handed over to me before.

Immediately his eyes fall on the card, his eyes widens and he begins to rapidly speak in russian.

But I don't understand that.

I only understand one language.

Opening my briefcase, I bring out a wad of dollars, handing it over to him as I say in the simplest form I know in russian that he would be given more as soon as he takes me where I want.

He pauses, staring at the money, as every person in world does, thinking if it was worth his life, the money I was presenting, if he could just try stealing from me and run with his head behind his legs.

But he also knows that the reason I'm going to the place on that card must signify I'm dangerous.

Not that I am.

If he did eventually try taking the briefcase, Oppa would hunt him down, not me, I never liked stressing for those sort of things.

He eyes me again, then sighs, muttering something I don't understand and putting his car into the drive gear before he finally drives away.

Through the ride, my fingers are tapping on the screen of my new phone, the urge to call Kim Geon Woo is powerful, evident, but I can fight it.

I can.

It's all for him.

He'd understand...

He has too.

When we get to the building, a huge church like building by the way, the driver hurriedly turns to me and I drop another wad in his hand, hurrying out as he speeds away.

Infront of the building are armed men.

Men who stare at me like they dare me to come in.

I ignore them, and walk past them into the cathedral of a sort, my left hand in my trousers pockets and the right one holding my briefcase.

I look around the glass painted walls, noticing some security cameras pinned, possibly the whole crew staring at a person with pale skin, zero tattoos and obviously a briefcase which could be a bomb and as expected.

I am swarmed by men in seconds.

Each is holding a gun, I am not sure what type, because I am not familiar with such irrelevant information, pointing them at me as one says, in broken english with a heavy russian accent "Drop briefcase"

"I want to see your boss" I say calmly "You must be aware that shooting me will let the case fall and possibly explode, don't you? Please, use your heads and drop them"

They don't falter "Who are you?"

I sigh, looking around then moving to a chair and sitting.

The guns are still trained on me as I do so, my face void of emotions as they always were before Kim Geon Woo as I stare at a corner.

There is a loosely clad blond girl there and I tilt my head "Hey, can you get me cup of coffee? I had a long flight and I am...."

Then I feel it.

The nuzzle pressing at the back of my head as the man says "You crazy bastard, you think you come and give orders?"

I sigh and in a flash, I have turned and emptied his gun, him staring widely before I use it to hit his face and throw it away.

The man is on the ground, I suspect his nose is broken as I adjust my suit and say "I will like to see my Oppa please"

"Oppa?" The one on the floor says with blood rushing out of his nose "You... You girl?"

I raise my eyebrow "Are you misogynistic?"

Then I shake my head "Too much of a big word, even for you"

Turning to the blondie who is still shaking and scared as hell, I say "Princess, forgive me, but come here. This men will not let me see my Oppa and I really don't have time to chitchat so I must use you as bait"

She doesn't move.

I sigh, taking up the briefcase again and walking to her.

Their guns are still trained on me, as if unsure of what to do as I grab her arm "Just take me to Hoseok Yi Song. You know who I'm talking about, don't you?"

She nods, scared.

I nod in return "Thank you, someone who cooperates, please, move"

She turns to look at them, as if unsure of what to do but I hold her face and say "Hey, hey, princess, I don't have all day, bear with me, I'm exhausted. Carrying this is heavy"

She shakes, trembles but begins to finally walk away.

We move, her ahead as we keep moving, going up stairs as I hear someone shouting from above.

I shake my head.

When we get to the last floor, she points to an open room, not ready to enter and I nod at her as she scurries away before I enter.

There is my darling older brother, blood splattered over his face with man being pinned to a table with two muscular men and his hand being held by my brother as he hammers a nail into his fingers.

A laugh on his face.

"Oppa"

He pauses, looking up at me as I low laugh comes out of his mouth "Jesus, you're still creepy after all this time. What are you doing here? How did you get here without being shot?"

"Your men have no balls that's all" I say "Can we talk? Privately"

He smiles "But of course"

*

We are seated at the table where he had someone pinned before, him on a pink suit with him whistling a tune that I already hate as he pours whiskey into two glass cups.

As he does so, I say "I don't drink"

"I know, but courtesy little one, courtesy" He says as he shifts the glass to me.

As he does so, my eyes move to the blood on the table as he chuckles, taking out a napkin from his suit pocket as he wipes it and throws it somewhere in the room "Ignore that"

I sigh, looking up at him "Was the man owing you some money?"

"Nope" He says cheerfully "I am having a new part to play, horror, dreadful scene and all that. My fingers would be hammered. My Director says I can't get the screams right so I came to practice and all that"

Of course.

He takes his glass, sipping, his eyes on me "Why are you here Eul? And with a bomb nonetheless"

I put the briefcase on his table, removing the clasps as I shove away the dollar bills at the top, showing the small black blinking button under "It is what we used to make as kids. Tiny and easy to ignore"

"I know what it is" He says "We haven't made that in years. We swore not to because of how destructive it is"

"We haven't made it in years because you couldn't and I was the only one who knew how" I say "You were begging me two years ago to make it for you one more time"

He lets out a groan "Don't say begging, makes me feel petty"

I ignore that "Well I have it here"

"And why?" He asks.

"I need a favour" I say.

He stares at me, then begins to laugh "Eul Yi Song, you never seize to amaze me. Coming with a bomb to ask for a favour? So sporadic from the baby sister I know"

I snap the briefcase shut "I'm desperate"

"Is it the mafia? Are they already after you?"

I shiver at the fact Kim Geon Woo is alone.

"No, no one knows I'm here" I say "Not Appa, not Noona. Not even the person I am here for"

"Person?" He asks, confused.

"Can we at least go to your place and I shower? The smell of blood isn't exactly pleasing"