Fic: The Heist (Part X)
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boxxsaltzTitle: The Heist
Author: Boxxsaltz
Pairing: Yoona/Yuri
Rating: R
Summary: There was no job and no money worth the kind of brokenness Yoona endured ever again…except maybe this once.
Part X
Yoona was last to enter. Four bodies crowded around a bed and hospital equipment. Sunny smiled at her from where she sat up against a pillow, nibbling bits of cracker handed to her by Tiffany who hovered close by. Taeyeon took to her permanent spot on the corner chair while Sooyoung stood against the far wall.
Everyone looked so tired. Yoona felt it in her bones. The last threads of hope had wrapped around their necks while their feet sat on the edge ready to fall at the first signs of failure. Yoona couldn't think that way yet.
She was first to break the silence. "Are you going to brief us or do I?"
Taeyeon glanced at Tiffany who gave her the go ahead. The breath she took was the first thing that lifted her shoulders. “We have one shot at this.”
“Save the melodrama and let’s get down to it.”
“Yoona and Tiffany will go to Ion and get rid of the bio. Sooyoung and I will head to Z1 and plant a jammer for Sunny to reverse the hack code back into their systems and siphon their records.”
Sunny licked the crumbs from her lips before she spoke. “We’ll have only eleven minutes from the time the jammer activates. It’ll be in two layers. First, corrupt the files so they’ll never be able to access again in case they have a backup. Second is to delete.”
Taeyeon didn't look convinced. “You can do all of that in eleven minutes?”
Sunny sighed. “I’m getting tired of you doubting me.”
“She’s got this, Taeng. We all do. Right?” Sooyoung’s eyes swept the room.
“Right.” Tiffany turned her head over to Yoona. “Can you handle Kwon?”
“Worry about keeping up.”
Tiffany sneered. It wasn't enough to hide the uncertainty beneath it all. They were dealing with a dangerous set of cards. The odds were against them. What wit and skill they had would need to be at its best. Seeing their condition now, Yoona hoped they’d slip back into the teammates she knew upon taking on this assignment.
“If we really want to do some damage, we’ll need to expose Jessica,” said Taeyeon.
“I’ll do it.”
Tiffany's eyebrow lifted. “How?”
Yoona churned decision over in her sleep. There was nothing riskier than to expose herself to someone on the outside. It would ruin everything between them. Lies did not make stable foundations for relationships or even friendships. It was the consequence she’d have to take for them all. She owed it to Yuri after this much. For both of them.
“I’ll tell you afterward if it works or not.”
Taeyeon nodded. “This is it.”
Eyes went around the room. What Yoona felt in that moment was comparable to the day her father sat her down before the mission that ended in his death. She was the center then and she was the center now. For history to repeat itself, she didn’t know what she would do. She knew it was the same for the others. Especially Taeyeon.
Their eyes met. An apology for cutting into her twisted in her chest. They were both leaders in their own way: Taeyeon of her team and Yoona of Seohyun. Each had lives they wanted to protect, hard decisions to make, and a wrecked heart that still managed to beat despite it all.
“We can do it.”
Taeyeon echoed. “We can.”
“We will,” Tiffany ended. She bore a weight all of her own. “Take a rest. We execute in two days. Dismissed.”
-/-/-/-
Doctor meetings left them each in high hopes. Seohyun was smiling.
“Any day now," said the doctors.
Who knew waiting for organs could be this exciting?
Yoona took Seohyun by the hand, helping her up onto the bed before climbing on to sit beside her. An arm circled around hers and she blushed. Their eyes met then darted away with lips bitten and shy, quiet laughter. Everything was different, but not at all.
I love you's never stopped running through her head. She'd heard Seohyun say things close to it, even the casual one, all through the years, but the honest confession of the depth of her love opened the floodgates. It took the blinders off Yoona's eyes to see all the things there but never seen before. It was overwhelming. It was overwhelming in all the right ways.
A head fell against her shoulder. Yoona kissed her hair. “I have one more job. It’s done after this.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Fingers ran down the length of her arm. Goosebumps rose along her skin as Seohyun twined fingers into hers. Yoona felt as if she could take on the world with that hand in hers.
A thumb brushed over her knuckles. "What happened to her?"
Yoona's shoulders tightened. She'd forced herself to put Yuri last in her mind for the sake of the mission. "She found out who I really am."
"Who was she?"
"She wasn't you."
The one who knew every facet of her. The one who'd been there through the years, faced everything with her, was patient with her, understood her, unconditionally loved her. If Yoona thought back, she could see it. Seohyun wasn't just her best friend. She hadn't been for a long time. She was her soulmate in every sense of the word, feelings kept at bay by guilt. Now that it was gone, she could feel it.
She’d be lying to say Yuri’s name wasn’t written on one of the broken fragments still lodged in her calloused heart. But Seohyun was no shard. She was a portion irremovable. Seohyun flowed in her veins, and to lose her was to lose it all.
“Please, be careful.”
“Always.”
“I need you back to hold my hand. You know I don’t like needles.”
“I thought I-”
“I love you.”
Yoona sucked in a breath.
Seohyun’s nose grazed along her cheek as she pulled up her head. Eyes locked on with hers. Breath mingled between them in the sliver of space keeping them apart. The hand in hers tightened and Yoona held on for life when Seohyun kissed her.
Soft, pure, and whole.
Seohyun kissed her and everything aligned.
This was where Yoona belonged. This was the frequency she’d always vibrated. This was the treasure she’d buried beneath a mound of lies, guilt, heartache, and self-condemnation. This was what she’d been reaching into everyone else for, grasping for strings of while the real thing was right next to her.
Yoona wondered when she allowed infatuation to trump love. She wondered when she started trying to force Yuri into the places that Seohyun already occupied. And she wondered when she allowed the former to become the reason for doing all of this.
Her sacrifice was empty without Seohyun. And so would this world were it to perish.
“I’ll wait for you.”
Yoona pressed back in, sealing the promise of her return in the depth of the kiss.
-/-/-/-
Tiffany drove, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Traffic stalled them. Yoona didn’t know how much longer she could remain in the car, knee bouncing in nervous anticipation while Tiffany sat like a marble statue beside her, brow creased in deep thought. The inched along the street, bit by bit, each moment drawing them close to Ion.
“Are you ready?” Tiffany asked suddenly.
“No. Are you?”
The wrinkles left her forehead only to be replaced by wide, telling eyes. “I don’t know if we can pull this off.”
It was the most honest she'd ever heard Tiffany speak. Yoona didn’t like it. She sounded doubtful. She sounded like she’d given up though Yoona knew that wasn’t the case. She just wasn’t ready to hear those words out loud. Now that they’d been uttered, Yoona had no choice but to come to terms with her own fear that bubbled beneath the surface of the confidence Seohyun instilled with her with her reassuring kisses.
“Not with that attitude.” Tiffany pursed her lips. Yoona softened. “We don’t have a choice.”
Tiffany knew that. To fail was to let down Taeyeon again - was to let herself down again. There was so much on the line. “I didn’t mean to kick you that hard.”
“No one’s around. You can say it.”
She kept her eyes on the road, steering them onto an exit ramp. “I’m sorry.”
Yoona's throat tightened. Tiffany said it as if she was apologizing for every wrong thing the world dealt her. She swallowed passed the lump.
“I want to know why you really picked me.”
Tiffany let out a long breath. One that lowered her wound shoulders. “We all have different ways of getting rid of guilt. Taeyeon’s was having you here.”
“For Hyoyeon?”
“For herself.” They slowed at a red light. Tiffany leaned back in her seat, hands loose on the wheel. "I was hard on you. More than the others. When Taeyeon said she wanted to bring you in, I was against it. Having you here wasn't going to clear what happened in the past, but she kept pushing. So, I watched you. A few months went by and I gave in."
"Why?"
"You needed a way out, too."
Yoona caught her eye. Tiffany was tired and it wasn't the job that wore her out. It was everything that came along with it. It was everything that broke her apart within it. Time was winding down and this could be it. The need to hold on for Taeyeon to have her closure would soon be gone.
“After all this, get away,” said Yoona. “Go to the mountains, go camping, go get a tan on the beach. The others, they’ll be okay. You, I don’t know how you can walk with that trunk up your ass.”
Tiffany rolled her eyes, but it held no sting. "You, too. Get away with Juhyun."
"I will."
Tiffany's smile lasted the length it took for her to crank the car from drive into park. Still, Yoona felt the warmth of it.
The Ion building came up in the distance, peeking out from surrounding skyscrapers. The place never looked as intimidating as it did now. Her pulse spiked. Her hands began to prickle. It was the same feeling she got the night of the accident. What felt like the onset of a panic attack sent her into a frenzy.
“Im.” She settled at the calm in TIffany’s voice. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Let’s do it.”
“I’ll follow you.”
-/-/-/-
Coming through the south entrance reminded her of the day of the tour. She thought about it the entire elevator ride up. It was that day when Yoona knew she wasn’t in it simply for the job. Yuri was too pretty, too kind, too open. She left an impression Yoona didn’t think she’d be able to shake for a while. When you let people get to you that way, it was never easy.
She wavered outside of Yuri’s office. Light peeked out from the crack at the bottom of the door. She was there. She knocked.
Seconds passed before she heard Yuri beckon with a gentle, “Come in.”
She stepped inside.
Yuri spun around from where she stood at the window. The most of tears evaporated with the bat of thick lashes. She was heartbreakingly beautiful. Inside and out. In a different time, in a different situation, Yoona would've extended her all and taken all of Yuri in return.
"What're you doing here?"
Yoona’s fingers pressed more wrinkles into the large envelope she held. “I needed to talk to you.”
“Now isn’t the time or place.”
“This couldn’t wait.”
“I’ve already made up my mind, Yoona.”
That distracted her. “What?”
“I don’t want to see you anymore.” The surge of hurt those words caused caught Yoona off guard. Arms folded over her chest, Yuri jutted her chin to the door. “You can go now.”
“The one blackmailing you is Jessica.”
Yuri blinked. Yoona could tell she wasn’t expecting that. Probably would’ve never thought to suspect it. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t think. I know. She isn’t the person you think she is. Neither is your father or this company.”
Yuri pursed her lips in irritation. “What are you saying?”
“Look.” Yoona held out the envelope. Yuri hesitated, taking it from her quick enough so their fingers wouldn't brush. “Open it when you’re ready.”
Yuri opened it then. Manicured nails picked out papers at random. Wrinkles creased into her forehead as eyes scanned words.
“How did you get this?”
“I can dig, too.”
“This doesn’t change anything.”
“I know. I wanted you to know the truth. About everything.”
Yuri dropped the files onto her desk with a sigh. Her body followed after, sinking down into her chair. Fingers pressed into her forehead. “Please, go.”
"I-"
An alarm rang through the halls. Yoona panicked.
“What is that?”
Yuri's brown furrowed. “Security breach."
Tiffany. She knew it had to be.
“I have to go.”
“They won’t let you. This place is on lockdown."
“Bye.”
“Yoona!”
But she was already out the door.
-/-/-/-
Security rushed through the halls. Yoona rounded a corner, waiting them out before she began again. All doors were locked. No movement but security roamed the halls, speaking into the radio cufflinks on their sleeves. The alarm continued to sound, loud and shrill. The unshakeable feeling of being watched followed her.
A hand grabbed her, dragging her back into a room. Tiffany shut the door and pulled Yoona down to a crouch just as two suits darted by the door.
“What did you do?” she hissed.
“I used the card and codes the way you told me. The alarm went off on its own.”
“They’re watching us. Jessica is watching us.”
They knew Z1 had a hand in the new security in place. That was Jessica’s first one-up. With all access, nothing was secret to her. She’d seen it all, probably heard it all from the very beginning. Yoona and the others were never undercover. They were exposed and acting in broad daylight the entire time while Jessica was just biding her time, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.
Yoona cocked her gun. Finding the camera in the ceiling, she shot.
“Someone will hear that.”
“I’m not planning on sticking around for them to find me. Let’s go.”
“Use the stairs.”
“We have to find the ones that go all the way down to the labs.”
“Go.”
They broke into the hall, stalking their way though with Yoona in the lead. She kept her eyes on cameras, glaring at the glowing red light that followed them on every turn. She knew Jessica was on the other side. Had to be.
Radios cracked nearby by in scratchy codes and commands. The shuffle of glossy shoes picked up headed their way. Yoona took a sharp left, Tiffany was quick to follow on her heals. Each corridor blended one into the other, none looking familiar to her from the tour she'd taken with Yuri. She must've taken a wrong--
A hard yank threw her out of the way of an incoming knife. Yoona looked up from where she landed on the floor to see Donghae. Behind him was a stairwell door.
The one they needed.
He brandished another throwing knife in a hand with a distinct light band around the finger. Tiffany unsheathed her gun from beneath her blazer and took a shot.
Donghae ducked and threw. The blade missed her by a hair. She readied to shoot again, but Donghae was on her. His arm came down with a sharp knife. Tiffany stopped it with a block and stabbed her gun into his gut.
Knee jerking up, Donghae knocked the piece away before the trigger was pulled. The bullet hit the lights above causing them to spark. A harsh kick to the stomach, Tiffany groaned as she was thrown backward onto the floor.
Pushing off the floor, Yoona charged forward, body ramming into Donghae before he could advance. The force of it knocked him all the way back against the metal door. Donghae hissed as the knob stabbed into his back. Yoona reached for her gun when searing pain went through her arm.
She backed up, hand slapping over the slice made in her arm by his knife. Another swipe just kissed her nose. Another swing clipped her cheek. Fingers hitting metal, she got ready to shoot.
A leg swung, knocking her hard into the wall. Wind left her and she wheezed. Fingers gripped her hair, yanking her up when a gunshot went off.
The bullet hit his high. Donghae sagged. Another pierced through his arm bringing Yoona's immediate release.
Using the butt of her own gun, Yoona rammed it into the back of Donghae's head, knocking him forward. A swift kick of Tiffany's foot shattered his nose sending blood oozing down his face. Another snapped against his chest and he went down.
"The door," Tiffany commanded, breathlessly.
Yoona started for it, Tiffany right behind.
A shrill cry caused her to stop. Whipping around, she saw Tiffany collapse to the ground with Donghae’s hand curled around her ankle.
Tiffany threw her the gun. Yoona caught it.
Donghae’s arm reeled back, knife ready to throw.
“Get down!” Yoona commanded.
Tiffany buried her face in the carpet at the same time Yoona shot.
The bullet went through Donghae’s skull.
Red splattered across the walls.
Yoona lowered the gun, eyes on Tiffany's surprised face.
“Come on." She began to run. No one followed. "Tiffany?"
"Yoona."
She stopped, her hand just short of grabbing the knob. Turning, she saw Tiffany. Terror was slow to seep into her face.
"I can't feel my legs."
Yoona looked up. The hilt of a knife stuck out from the base of her spine. Tiffany tried to push up. She couldn't.
Eyes met.
"Go on, I'll be fine."
"The hell you are."
Yoona kicked open the nearest door. Slinging Tiffany's arm around her neck, she used all her strengths to pull her inside into safety. She dropped down beside her, panting to catch her breath. Tiffany remained sprawled where she lay, face hidden in the floor behind her arms.
"You insubordinate, insufferable little girl." her voice was in harsh mumbles, but Yoona couldn’t be fooled. There was pain in there.
She patted Tiffany on the shoulder. "You'll thank me later, stiff."
A head turned, red-rimmed eyes stared up at her. She was hurting. The knife remained lodged into place. Yoona didn’t trust herself to pull it out.
“I’ll call Sun-”
“No. Finish the mission.”
Yoona's jaw flexed. “They won't let you go if they find you.”
“Give me my gun.” Yoona grabbed it from where she dropped it by her feet. Reloading with a new cartridge, she put it into Tiffany's pale hand. "Now, go.”
Yoona frowned. I’ll be back.”
Tiffany gave a silent nod.
Picking up her gun, Yoona rushed out.
-/-/-/-
Footsteps pounded past the lab door. Yoona held her breath, waiting until they were gone before she moved again.
The contents of a first aid kit taken from the wall lay scattered across the floor and her lap. She took a strip of gauze and wrapped it around the stinging cut in her arm. It hurt. She clenched her teeth until it was secure. Blood bled through the white. She didn't have time to worry about it now.
Pushing off the floor, she cracked open the door. L2 was quiet. One more floor to go.
She put on a fresh lab coat plucked from a peg on the wall and tied back her hair. It was a weak disguise, but it was all she had for cover as she bolted for the stairwell doors again. She skipped down the steps two at a time, rushing to the lowest level.
The door to L3 had another keypad. Yoona's fingers shook as she slid the card in and punched in the numbers.
Access denied.
She emptied the rest of her bullets into the scanner. Another round and the device died. She kicked. One hard blow after another. The door gave enough for her to chance a break in.
Taking a few paces back, Yoona ran full force. She swore the door shattered her shoulder from the stab that seared through her. She collapsed onto the floor of L3, body coiled in on itself as she waited for the ache to subside. Lying there made her think of Tiffany. Of the others. What if they'd met the same fate if not worse?
"Doctor?”
Yoona got up too fast. She groaned out. A security officer stood before her.
"The facility is on lockdown. I’ll need to see your badge, please.”
“Right, it’s-"
She used the gun as a blunt force against the side of his head. Dropping to the floor, he was out.
Yoona ran.
Like L2, white halls and doorways greeted her. Harsh lights above glared off glossy, tile floors. The air was cold here. Freezing. Yoona shivered in her lab coat. She walked, passing large room numbers painted on the wall beside the doors.
Footsteps echoed in the distance. Yoona pressed her back against one of the doors, hiding in the crevice. The shadow of another security personnel passed. She continued, rounding another corner. At the end of the hall were two, large double doors. Above was a sign:
Recovery.
Yoona tried the knob. Unlocked. She went inside.
The room was completely white and sterile. Hazmat suits lined the wall, hanging like limp, disfigured bodies. On the far wall was a window filled in with bulletproof glass. Beyond it was another stark room. Approaching the glass, Yoona peered through.
Inside was a hospital bed. Laying on it was a man, head shaved bald and vein streaked eyes closed. His skin was a ghastly sight. Dark colored hemorrhages spread all over his gaunt skin. Thick sweat coated his entire body and his face was sunken in. Various tubes trailed from his body to IV bags with various colored contents. Vitals flickered on a screen nearby. Though he was alive, Yoona couldn’t help but feel it wouldn’t be for long.
Shrinking away from the window, Yoona ventured over to the computer station on the other side of the room. A clipboard sat on the desk. She picked it up, sifting through the notes. It was all foreign to her, written in a script she could barely decipher.
Grabbing her phone, she dialed. Sunny answered on the second ring.
"Are you in?”
“They’re using some sort of virus.” She read off the words in the file.
"I'll ask Heechul. Standby.” Yoona’s eyes drifted back to the window as she waited. For Sunny to- “Whatever you do, don’t go inside that room.”
“What is it?”
"Variola major. It’s smallpox. Heechul thinks it's a mutated strand. Has to be.”
Yoona stared through the glass at the unconscious man again. "How do I get rid of it?"
"Viruses have to be stored at a certain degree to keep them preserved. High heat could kill them."
"So torch the place?”
"Or you can-"
The line cut out.
The lights followed after.
Yoona rushed for the door. Turning the knob slowly, she peeked out.
Flashlights beamed down the hall.
Taking a breath, she hit a run.
“Over here!”
Sprinting down the hall, she broke into another room. A research lab. Yoona used the light of her phone to illuminate the place.
Large boards of sketches and graphs and formulas spread along a wall. Blueprints for aviation projects for a special class of crop duster for viral spreading, directions on ventilation exposure, and designs for infected gas bombs for war usage.
Yoona's stomach dropped. What the hell kind of people were they?
Banging on the door startled her. Grabbing a stack of folders at random, Yoona took off for a door on the other side of the room. She went through it just as metal busted, flooding the research lab with security suits.
She jogged along a dark hallway. She didn't know what to look for. Rooms passed her by tagged with names she didn't know.
There was only one that stuck out.
Viral Preservation Lab.
She went for it.
“Hey!”
She dove before she had a chance to get inside. Bullets sang through the air, chipping the wall. Yoona waited until fire stopped to bolt, scurrying across the hall. A bullet clipped her calf, but she didn't stop.
She ran.
She ran hard.
Suits barreled after.
Yoona grabbed for the nearest door and slipped in.
Pipes.
Pipes, pipes, and more pipes. Suits followed her inside. Yoona ducked and dodged piping, using her hands to guide her along in search of another way out of the pitch black room. Hands hitting cold cement, she hit a dead end.
The door slammed open. Yoona crouched.
“There’s nowhere to go. Come out with your hands up!"
She held her breath, body curling up to hide from flashlights in the corner. The suits remained where they stood at the entrance. There was no other way out than the way she came in. There was no other way to get out and to the Preservation Lab other than to sneak passed them.
Getting onto hands and knees, she began to crawl.
“Im Yoona,” sang a voice. It was startlingly familiar.
She kept crawling, arms pulling her over a large pipe followed by her legs, slowly, delicately, gently.
“We have your friend,” the voice continued.
Yoona flattened onto her stomach. Using her elbows, she dragged herself beneath a thick sheet of hot metal that seared at the back of her neck. She bit her tongue to keep from hissing out in pain.
“She's dead.”
Yoona froze. She turned the direction of the voice. Light passed over an all too familiar face. Minho.
Her blood went cold.
“You're next.”
Yoona clenched her teeth. She didn't want to believe him. She couldn't believe him. She couldn't let it get to her. Not yet. She had to get out. She had to finish this. For Seohyun, for Tiffany, for the rest, and for herself.
She let out a breath slowly, willing herself to remain calm. No one was dead yet. Not until she saw it with her own eyes. They were all okay. They were all alive.
“Go,” Minho commanded.
The suits advanced, scanning with their bright lights. A beam passed through the room. Yoona pushed back against the wall behind a large tank. With a flicker of light, the letters and numbers written on the thick piping caught her attention.
That was it.
“Come out, Yoona!” Minho roared.
Yoona winced where she sat with her head leaning back against a pipe. The wound in her leg ached with an unbearable throb. She was close. The door was right there. Minho hovered deep enough in the room for her to get out. Maybe. If she was quick enough.
Her eyes cast back, finding the tank. She had one damn shot at this.
Fingers curled around her gun.
Muscle tightening, Yoona focused her eyes on the door.
She took a breath.
"Yoona!"
One.
Two.
Three.
She pulled the trigger.
Minho hollered as it hit him in the shoulder.
Yoona took off.
“Hey!”
Guns turned on her.
Yoona was quicker.
She whipped around, arm aiming for the tank.
She took the shot as she bolted out of the door.
Sprinting down the hall, she braced herself.
A boom sounded.
The walls shook.
The force of an explosion knocked her out cold.
Everything went black.
Part XI
Author: Boxxsaltz
Pairing: Yoona/Yuri
Rating: R
Summary: There was no job and no money worth the kind of brokenness Yoona endured ever again…except maybe this once.
Part X
Yoona was last to enter. Four bodies crowded around a bed and hospital equipment. Sunny smiled at her from where she sat up against a pillow, nibbling bits of cracker handed to her by Tiffany who hovered close by. Taeyeon took to her permanent spot on the corner chair while Sooyoung stood against the far wall.
Everyone looked so tired. Yoona felt it in her bones. The last threads of hope had wrapped around their necks while their feet sat on the edge ready to fall at the first signs of failure. Yoona couldn't think that way yet.
She was first to break the silence. "Are you going to brief us or do I?"
Taeyeon glanced at Tiffany who gave her the go ahead. The breath she took was the first thing that lifted her shoulders. “We have one shot at this.”
“Save the melodrama and let’s get down to it.”
“Yoona and Tiffany will go to Ion and get rid of the bio. Sooyoung and I will head to Z1 and plant a jammer for Sunny to reverse the hack code back into their systems and siphon their records.”
Sunny licked the crumbs from her lips before she spoke. “We’ll have only eleven minutes from the time the jammer activates. It’ll be in two layers. First, corrupt the files so they’ll never be able to access again in case they have a backup. Second is to delete.”
Taeyeon didn't look convinced. “You can do all of that in eleven minutes?”
Sunny sighed. “I’m getting tired of you doubting me.”
“She’s got this, Taeng. We all do. Right?” Sooyoung’s eyes swept the room.
“Right.” Tiffany turned her head over to Yoona. “Can you handle Kwon?”
“Worry about keeping up.”
Tiffany sneered. It wasn't enough to hide the uncertainty beneath it all. They were dealing with a dangerous set of cards. The odds were against them. What wit and skill they had would need to be at its best. Seeing their condition now, Yoona hoped they’d slip back into the teammates she knew upon taking on this assignment.
“If we really want to do some damage, we’ll need to expose Jessica,” said Taeyeon.
“I’ll do it.”
Tiffany's eyebrow lifted. “How?”
Yoona churned decision over in her sleep. There was nothing riskier than to expose herself to someone on the outside. It would ruin everything between them. Lies did not make stable foundations for relationships or even friendships. It was the consequence she’d have to take for them all. She owed it to Yuri after this much. For both of them.
“I’ll tell you afterward if it works or not.”
Taeyeon nodded. “This is it.”
Eyes went around the room. What Yoona felt in that moment was comparable to the day her father sat her down before the mission that ended in his death. She was the center then and she was the center now. For history to repeat itself, she didn’t know what she would do. She knew it was the same for the others. Especially Taeyeon.
Their eyes met. An apology for cutting into her twisted in her chest. They were both leaders in their own way: Taeyeon of her team and Yoona of Seohyun. Each had lives they wanted to protect, hard decisions to make, and a wrecked heart that still managed to beat despite it all.
“We can do it.”
Taeyeon echoed. “We can.”
“We will,” Tiffany ended. She bore a weight all of her own. “Take a rest. We execute in two days. Dismissed.”
-/-/-/-
Doctor meetings left them each in high hopes. Seohyun was smiling.
“Any day now," said the doctors.
Who knew waiting for organs could be this exciting?
Yoona took Seohyun by the hand, helping her up onto the bed before climbing on to sit beside her. An arm circled around hers and she blushed. Their eyes met then darted away with lips bitten and shy, quiet laughter. Everything was different, but not at all.
I love you's never stopped running through her head. She'd heard Seohyun say things close to it, even the casual one, all through the years, but the honest confession of the depth of her love opened the floodgates. It took the blinders off Yoona's eyes to see all the things there but never seen before. It was overwhelming. It was overwhelming in all the right ways.
A head fell against her shoulder. Yoona kissed her hair. “I have one more job. It’s done after this.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Fingers ran down the length of her arm. Goosebumps rose along her skin as Seohyun twined fingers into hers. Yoona felt as if she could take on the world with that hand in hers.
A thumb brushed over her knuckles. "What happened to her?"
Yoona's shoulders tightened. She'd forced herself to put Yuri last in her mind for the sake of the mission. "She found out who I really am."
"Who was she?"
"She wasn't you."
The one who knew every facet of her. The one who'd been there through the years, faced everything with her, was patient with her, understood her, unconditionally loved her. If Yoona thought back, she could see it. Seohyun wasn't just her best friend. She hadn't been for a long time. She was her soulmate in every sense of the word, feelings kept at bay by guilt. Now that it was gone, she could feel it.
She’d be lying to say Yuri’s name wasn’t written on one of the broken fragments still lodged in her calloused heart. But Seohyun was no shard. She was a portion irremovable. Seohyun flowed in her veins, and to lose her was to lose it all.
“Please, be careful.”
“Always.”
“I need you back to hold my hand. You know I don’t like needles.”
“I thought I-”
“I love you.”
Yoona sucked in a breath.
Seohyun’s nose grazed along her cheek as she pulled up her head. Eyes locked on with hers. Breath mingled between them in the sliver of space keeping them apart. The hand in hers tightened and Yoona held on for life when Seohyun kissed her.
Soft, pure, and whole.
Seohyun kissed her and everything aligned.
This was where Yoona belonged. This was the frequency she’d always vibrated. This was the treasure she’d buried beneath a mound of lies, guilt, heartache, and self-condemnation. This was what she’d been reaching into everyone else for, grasping for strings of while the real thing was right next to her.
Yoona wondered when she allowed infatuation to trump love. She wondered when she started trying to force Yuri into the places that Seohyun already occupied. And she wondered when she allowed the former to become the reason for doing all of this.
Her sacrifice was empty without Seohyun. And so would this world were it to perish.
“I’ll wait for you.”
Yoona pressed back in, sealing the promise of her return in the depth of the kiss.
-/-/-/-
Tiffany drove, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Traffic stalled them. Yoona didn’t know how much longer she could remain in the car, knee bouncing in nervous anticipation while Tiffany sat like a marble statue beside her, brow creased in deep thought. The inched along the street, bit by bit, each moment drawing them close to Ion.
“Are you ready?” Tiffany asked suddenly.
“No. Are you?”
The wrinkles left her forehead only to be replaced by wide, telling eyes. “I don’t know if we can pull this off.”
It was the most honest she'd ever heard Tiffany speak. Yoona didn’t like it. She sounded doubtful. She sounded like she’d given up though Yoona knew that wasn’t the case. She just wasn’t ready to hear those words out loud. Now that they’d been uttered, Yoona had no choice but to come to terms with her own fear that bubbled beneath the surface of the confidence Seohyun instilled with her with her reassuring kisses.
“Not with that attitude.” Tiffany pursed her lips. Yoona softened. “We don’t have a choice.”
Tiffany knew that. To fail was to let down Taeyeon again - was to let herself down again. There was so much on the line. “I didn’t mean to kick you that hard.”
“No one’s around. You can say it.”
She kept her eyes on the road, steering them onto an exit ramp. “I’m sorry.”
Yoona's throat tightened. Tiffany said it as if she was apologizing for every wrong thing the world dealt her. She swallowed passed the lump.
“I want to know why you really picked me.”
Tiffany let out a long breath. One that lowered her wound shoulders. “We all have different ways of getting rid of guilt. Taeyeon’s was having you here.”
“For Hyoyeon?”
“For herself.” They slowed at a red light. Tiffany leaned back in her seat, hands loose on the wheel. "I was hard on you. More than the others. When Taeyeon said she wanted to bring you in, I was against it. Having you here wasn't going to clear what happened in the past, but she kept pushing. So, I watched you. A few months went by and I gave in."
"Why?"
"You needed a way out, too."
Yoona caught her eye. Tiffany was tired and it wasn't the job that wore her out. It was everything that came along with it. It was everything that broke her apart within it. Time was winding down and this could be it. The need to hold on for Taeyeon to have her closure would soon be gone.
“After all this, get away,” said Yoona. “Go to the mountains, go camping, go get a tan on the beach. The others, they’ll be okay. You, I don’t know how you can walk with that trunk up your ass.”
Tiffany rolled her eyes, but it held no sting. "You, too. Get away with Juhyun."
"I will."
Tiffany's smile lasted the length it took for her to crank the car from drive into park. Still, Yoona felt the warmth of it.
The Ion building came up in the distance, peeking out from surrounding skyscrapers. The place never looked as intimidating as it did now. Her pulse spiked. Her hands began to prickle. It was the same feeling she got the night of the accident. What felt like the onset of a panic attack sent her into a frenzy.
“Im.” She settled at the calm in TIffany’s voice. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Let’s do it.”
“I’ll follow you.”
-/-/-/-
Coming through the south entrance reminded her of the day of the tour. She thought about it the entire elevator ride up. It was that day when Yoona knew she wasn’t in it simply for the job. Yuri was too pretty, too kind, too open. She left an impression Yoona didn’t think she’d be able to shake for a while. When you let people get to you that way, it was never easy.
She wavered outside of Yuri’s office. Light peeked out from the crack at the bottom of the door. She was there. She knocked.
Seconds passed before she heard Yuri beckon with a gentle, “Come in.”
She stepped inside.
Yuri spun around from where she stood at the window. The most of tears evaporated with the bat of thick lashes. She was heartbreakingly beautiful. Inside and out. In a different time, in a different situation, Yoona would've extended her all and taken all of Yuri in return.
"What're you doing here?"
Yoona’s fingers pressed more wrinkles into the large envelope she held. “I needed to talk to you.”
“Now isn’t the time or place.”
“This couldn’t wait.”
“I’ve already made up my mind, Yoona.”
That distracted her. “What?”
“I don’t want to see you anymore.” The surge of hurt those words caused caught Yoona off guard. Arms folded over her chest, Yuri jutted her chin to the door. “You can go now.”
“The one blackmailing you is Jessica.”
Yuri blinked. Yoona could tell she wasn’t expecting that. Probably would’ve never thought to suspect it. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t think. I know. She isn’t the person you think she is. Neither is your father or this company.”
Yuri pursed her lips in irritation. “What are you saying?”
“Look.” Yoona held out the envelope. Yuri hesitated, taking it from her quick enough so their fingers wouldn't brush. “Open it when you’re ready.”
Yuri opened it then. Manicured nails picked out papers at random. Wrinkles creased into her forehead as eyes scanned words.
“How did you get this?”
“I can dig, too.”
“This doesn’t change anything.”
“I know. I wanted you to know the truth. About everything.”
Yuri dropped the files onto her desk with a sigh. Her body followed after, sinking down into her chair. Fingers pressed into her forehead. “Please, go.”
"I-"
An alarm rang through the halls. Yoona panicked.
“What is that?”
Yuri's brown furrowed. “Security breach."
Tiffany. She knew it had to be.
“I have to go.”
“They won’t let you. This place is on lockdown."
“Bye.”
“Yoona!”
But she was already out the door.
-/-/-/-
Security rushed through the halls. Yoona rounded a corner, waiting them out before she began again. All doors were locked. No movement but security roamed the halls, speaking into the radio cufflinks on their sleeves. The alarm continued to sound, loud and shrill. The unshakeable feeling of being watched followed her.
A hand grabbed her, dragging her back into a room. Tiffany shut the door and pulled Yoona down to a crouch just as two suits darted by the door.
“What did you do?” she hissed.
“I used the card and codes the way you told me. The alarm went off on its own.”
“They’re watching us. Jessica is watching us.”
They knew Z1 had a hand in the new security in place. That was Jessica’s first one-up. With all access, nothing was secret to her. She’d seen it all, probably heard it all from the very beginning. Yoona and the others were never undercover. They were exposed and acting in broad daylight the entire time while Jessica was just biding her time, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.
Yoona cocked her gun. Finding the camera in the ceiling, she shot.
“Someone will hear that.”
“I’m not planning on sticking around for them to find me. Let’s go.”
“Use the stairs.”
“We have to find the ones that go all the way down to the labs.”
“Go.”
They broke into the hall, stalking their way though with Yoona in the lead. She kept her eyes on cameras, glaring at the glowing red light that followed them on every turn. She knew Jessica was on the other side. Had to be.
Radios cracked nearby by in scratchy codes and commands. The shuffle of glossy shoes picked up headed their way. Yoona took a sharp left, Tiffany was quick to follow on her heals. Each corridor blended one into the other, none looking familiar to her from the tour she'd taken with Yuri. She must've taken a wrong--
A hard yank threw her out of the way of an incoming knife. Yoona looked up from where she landed on the floor to see Donghae. Behind him was a stairwell door.
The one they needed.
He brandished another throwing knife in a hand with a distinct light band around the finger. Tiffany unsheathed her gun from beneath her blazer and took a shot.
Donghae ducked and threw. The blade missed her by a hair. She readied to shoot again, but Donghae was on her. His arm came down with a sharp knife. Tiffany stopped it with a block and stabbed her gun into his gut.
Knee jerking up, Donghae knocked the piece away before the trigger was pulled. The bullet hit the lights above causing them to spark. A harsh kick to the stomach, Tiffany groaned as she was thrown backward onto the floor.
Pushing off the floor, Yoona charged forward, body ramming into Donghae before he could advance. The force of it knocked him all the way back against the metal door. Donghae hissed as the knob stabbed into his back. Yoona reached for her gun when searing pain went through her arm.
She backed up, hand slapping over the slice made in her arm by his knife. Another swipe just kissed her nose. Another swing clipped her cheek. Fingers hitting metal, she got ready to shoot.
A leg swung, knocking her hard into the wall. Wind left her and she wheezed. Fingers gripped her hair, yanking her up when a gunshot went off.
The bullet hit his high. Donghae sagged. Another pierced through his arm bringing Yoona's immediate release.
Using the butt of her own gun, Yoona rammed it into the back of Donghae's head, knocking him forward. A swift kick of Tiffany's foot shattered his nose sending blood oozing down his face. Another snapped against his chest and he went down.
"The door," Tiffany commanded, breathlessly.
Yoona started for it, Tiffany right behind.
A shrill cry caused her to stop. Whipping around, she saw Tiffany collapse to the ground with Donghae’s hand curled around her ankle.
Tiffany threw her the gun. Yoona caught it.
Donghae’s arm reeled back, knife ready to throw.
“Get down!” Yoona commanded.
Tiffany buried her face in the carpet at the same time Yoona shot.
The bullet went through Donghae’s skull.
Red splattered across the walls.
Yoona lowered the gun, eyes on Tiffany's surprised face.
“Come on." She began to run. No one followed. "Tiffany?"
"Yoona."
She stopped, her hand just short of grabbing the knob. Turning, she saw Tiffany. Terror was slow to seep into her face.
"I can't feel my legs."
Yoona looked up. The hilt of a knife stuck out from the base of her spine. Tiffany tried to push up. She couldn't.
Eyes met.
"Go on, I'll be fine."
"The hell you are."
Yoona kicked open the nearest door. Slinging Tiffany's arm around her neck, she used all her strengths to pull her inside into safety. She dropped down beside her, panting to catch her breath. Tiffany remained sprawled where she lay, face hidden in the floor behind her arms.
"You insubordinate, insufferable little girl." her voice was in harsh mumbles, but Yoona couldn’t be fooled. There was pain in there.
She patted Tiffany on the shoulder. "You'll thank me later, stiff."
A head turned, red-rimmed eyes stared up at her. She was hurting. The knife remained lodged into place. Yoona didn’t trust herself to pull it out.
“I’ll call Sun-”
“No. Finish the mission.”
Yoona's jaw flexed. “They won't let you go if they find you.”
“Give me my gun.” Yoona grabbed it from where she dropped it by her feet. Reloading with a new cartridge, she put it into Tiffany's pale hand. "Now, go.”
Yoona frowned. I’ll be back.”
Tiffany gave a silent nod.
Picking up her gun, Yoona rushed out.
-/-/-/-
Footsteps pounded past the lab door. Yoona held her breath, waiting until they were gone before she moved again.
The contents of a first aid kit taken from the wall lay scattered across the floor and her lap. She took a strip of gauze and wrapped it around the stinging cut in her arm. It hurt. She clenched her teeth until it was secure. Blood bled through the white. She didn't have time to worry about it now.
Pushing off the floor, she cracked open the door. L2 was quiet. One more floor to go.
She put on a fresh lab coat plucked from a peg on the wall and tied back her hair. It was a weak disguise, but it was all she had for cover as she bolted for the stairwell doors again. She skipped down the steps two at a time, rushing to the lowest level.
The door to L3 had another keypad. Yoona's fingers shook as she slid the card in and punched in the numbers.
Access denied.
She emptied the rest of her bullets into the scanner. Another round and the device died. She kicked. One hard blow after another. The door gave enough for her to chance a break in.
Taking a few paces back, Yoona ran full force. She swore the door shattered her shoulder from the stab that seared through her. She collapsed onto the floor of L3, body coiled in on itself as she waited for the ache to subside. Lying there made her think of Tiffany. Of the others. What if they'd met the same fate if not worse?
"Doctor?”
Yoona got up too fast. She groaned out. A security officer stood before her.
"The facility is on lockdown. I’ll need to see your badge, please.”
“Right, it’s-"
She used the gun as a blunt force against the side of his head. Dropping to the floor, he was out.
Yoona ran.
Like L2, white halls and doorways greeted her. Harsh lights above glared off glossy, tile floors. The air was cold here. Freezing. Yoona shivered in her lab coat. She walked, passing large room numbers painted on the wall beside the doors.
Footsteps echoed in the distance. Yoona pressed her back against one of the doors, hiding in the crevice. The shadow of another security personnel passed. She continued, rounding another corner. At the end of the hall were two, large double doors. Above was a sign:
Recovery.
Yoona tried the knob. Unlocked. She went inside.
The room was completely white and sterile. Hazmat suits lined the wall, hanging like limp, disfigured bodies. On the far wall was a window filled in with bulletproof glass. Beyond it was another stark room. Approaching the glass, Yoona peered through.
Inside was a hospital bed. Laying on it was a man, head shaved bald and vein streaked eyes closed. His skin was a ghastly sight. Dark colored hemorrhages spread all over his gaunt skin. Thick sweat coated his entire body and his face was sunken in. Various tubes trailed from his body to IV bags with various colored contents. Vitals flickered on a screen nearby. Though he was alive, Yoona couldn’t help but feel it wouldn’t be for long.
Shrinking away from the window, Yoona ventured over to the computer station on the other side of the room. A clipboard sat on the desk. She picked it up, sifting through the notes. It was all foreign to her, written in a script she could barely decipher.
Grabbing her phone, she dialed. Sunny answered on the second ring.
"Are you in?”
“They’re using some sort of virus.” She read off the words in the file.
"I'll ask Heechul. Standby.” Yoona’s eyes drifted back to the window as she waited. For Sunny to- “Whatever you do, don’t go inside that room.”
“What is it?”
"Variola major. It’s smallpox. Heechul thinks it's a mutated strand. Has to be.”
Yoona stared through the glass at the unconscious man again. "How do I get rid of it?"
"Viruses have to be stored at a certain degree to keep them preserved. High heat could kill them."
"So torch the place?”
"Or you can-"
The line cut out.
The lights followed after.
Yoona rushed for the door. Turning the knob slowly, she peeked out.
Flashlights beamed down the hall.
Taking a breath, she hit a run.
“Over here!”
Sprinting down the hall, she broke into another room. A research lab. Yoona used the light of her phone to illuminate the place.
Large boards of sketches and graphs and formulas spread along a wall. Blueprints for aviation projects for a special class of crop duster for viral spreading, directions on ventilation exposure, and designs for infected gas bombs for war usage.
Yoona's stomach dropped. What the hell kind of people were they?
Banging on the door startled her. Grabbing a stack of folders at random, Yoona took off for a door on the other side of the room. She went through it just as metal busted, flooding the research lab with security suits.
She jogged along a dark hallway. She didn't know what to look for. Rooms passed her by tagged with names she didn't know.
There was only one that stuck out.
Viral Preservation Lab.
She went for it.
“Hey!”
She dove before she had a chance to get inside. Bullets sang through the air, chipping the wall. Yoona waited until fire stopped to bolt, scurrying across the hall. A bullet clipped her calf, but she didn't stop.
She ran.
She ran hard.
Suits barreled after.
Yoona grabbed for the nearest door and slipped in.
Pipes.
Pipes, pipes, and more pipes. Suits followed her inside. Yoona ducked and dodged piping, using her hands to guide her along in search of another way out of the pitch black room. Hands hitting cold cement, she hit a dead end.
The door slammed open. Yoona crouched.
“There’s nowhere to go. Come out with your hands up!"
She held her breath, body curling up to hide from flashlights in the corner. The suits remained where they stood at the entrance. There was no other way out than the way she came in. There was no other way to get out and to the Preservation Lab other than to sneak passed them.
Getting onto hands and knees, she began to crawl.
“Im Yoona,” sang a voice. It was startlingly familiar.
She kept crawling, arms pulling her over a large pipe followed by her legs, slowly, delicately, gently.
“We have your friend,” the voice continued.
Yoona flattened onto her stomach. Using her elbows, she dragged herself beneath a thick sheet of hot metal that seared at the back of her neck. She bit her tongue to keep from hissing out in pain.
“She's dead.”
Yoona froze. She turned the direction of the voice. Light passed over an all too familiar face. Minho.
Her blood went cold.
“You're next.”
Yoona clenched her teeth. She didn't want to believe him. She couldn't believe him. She couldn't let it get to her. Not yet. She had to get out. She had to finish this. For Seohyun, for Tiffany, for the rest, and for herself.
She let out a breath slowly, willing herself to remain calm. No one was dead yet. Not until she saw it with her own eyes. They were all okay. They were all alive.
“Go,” Minho commanded.
The suits advanced, scanning with their bright lights. A beam passed through the room. Yoona pushed back against the wall behind a large tank. With a flicker of light, the letters and numbers written on the thick piping caught her attention.
That was it.
“Come out, Yoona!” Minho roared.
Yoona winced where she sat with her head leaning back against a pipe. The wound in her leg ached with an unbearable throb. She was close. The door was right there. Minho hovered deep enough in the room for her to get out. Maybe. If she was quick enough.
Her eyes cast back, finding the tank. She had one damn shot at this.
Fingers curled around her gun.
Muscle tightening, Yoona focused her eyes on the door.
She took a breath.
"Yoona!"
One.
Two.
Three.
She pulled the trigger.
Minho hollered as it hit him in the shoulder.
Yoona took off.
“Hey!”
Guns turned on her.
Yoona was quicker.
She whipped around, arm aiming for the tank.
She took the shot as she bolted out of the door.
Sprinting down the hall, she braced herself.
A boom sounded.
The walls shook.
The force of an explosion knocked her out cold.
Everything went black.
Part XI
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wow
Date: 2015-11-24 01:00 pm (UTC)I think we all had a bad feeling about minho, he screamed trouble.
why do I have a hunch jessica is gonna get to seohyun next chapter, I hope not, cause yoonhyun is perfect at the moment.
is it too early to mourn tiffany? #riptiffany (maybe??)
did yoona save the day? I hope so but i'll patiently wait until next update to find out (and I wonder how yuri is gonna react)
anyway all will be revealed in due time I suppose, thanks for this chapter.
Re: wow
Date: 2015-12-12 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-24 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-12 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-25 01:30 am (UTC)When it was revealed that Tiffany had a knife protruding from her back I was like, OH. SHIT. SHIT NO. DAmn. T__T
AND THAT TRAITOR MINHO. WE TRUSTED YOU MINHO WHAT.
Yoona is one badass survivor. She should be next Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, I swear. I'd watch it. (And you should write the screenplay)
ALSO...I WAS TEAM YOONYUL BUT NOW I'M /ALL/ FOR YOONHYUN. DON'T YOU KILL HER, BOXX. And I know the pairing specifically states YoonYul but I'm just kind of just hoping you'll drop the biggest most satisfying plot twist ever and make Yoonhyun end game....#icandream ;_;
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Date: 2015-12-12 03:34 am (UTC)Don't kill who? You know I /must/ kill some one :DDDD
YAAAS (10)!
Date: 2015-11-27 08:04 pm (UTC)(Ditto for all the characters XD)
HOLY !#$*!#$, BOXX!! This chapter was crazy! Shoooooot..
Tiff becoming paralyzed from the waist down and asking Yoong to leave her a gun... I got the dread shivers. Please, let her have her legs and get to go on that camping trip, and the YK crew get their ticket out of the past LAWWWWWD :'''''''(.
I don't know how long I can stay sane waiting for that cliff hanger to revolve (one way or another -- but hopefully sunshine and rainbow happiness, yes ;P?)
Hopefully Sicaboo didn't get to Seo and that she and Yoong can have their chance at a new start, but who knows WTF will happen. She has spies and eyes everywhere... FREAKING MINHO, WTF?!?!???? (very awesome surprise. I wasn't expecting that :D).
And how will PresKwon tie back into all of this????
I am SO looking forward to the final installment of this fic. No matter how it ends, it's gonna be amazing. Thank you so very much for the update.
Re: YAAAS (10)!
Date: 2015-12-12 03:36 am (UTC)Hang in there
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Date: 2015-11-27 10:38 pm (UTC)YO YO YOOOO IT'S YA GIRL CHECKS UP IN DIS--
//falls down stairs//
THAT'S ME WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER. EXCEPT I'M LOVING IT BUT MY GAWD. I can tell the end is near because almost EVERYTHING is going wrong the stakes are higher. Didn't think they could get higher and yet YOU DELIVER. SO, LET'S DELVE INTO D@ HE1$T.
Four major points were important enough for me to take note, so I’ll focus on them BY RANK.
4. Donghae graphically dies AGAIN. First Sunny, now Donghae. Bloodline crossover ohemgee!! I love how their characters are different, yet you DON’T CURR. YOU’LL STILL KILL OR MAIM A BISH. I mean, THROUGH THE SKULL. RED-SPLATTERED WALLS. BYE, BI+CH.
3. SHADY MINHO. :inserts I KNEEEWWWW IIIITTTTTT Gloria gif: DANGIT. HE COULD’VE STUCK TO HIS TELL ALL BOOK AND LIVED LAVISHLY. INSTEAD, WE HAVE THIS. HE WAS ALWAYS AROUND. DANG, YUL I HOPE YOU’RE ASKING FOR APPLICATIONS. I’d offer but I’d probably just stare at her all day.
THE BUTLER DID IT. AJSLKDFKSDF;DFD
Btw, when he said, “We have your friend”/“She’s dead”, my thoughts shot to Seohyun first. D: But any of them is awful and Fany was in a sticky situation.
2. YOONHYUN. THIS WAS GONNA BE NUMBER ONE BUT I WAS FEELIN’ SOME TYPE OF WAY.
THEY KISSED. As pleasant as this should be, I don’t have the calm present like when YoonYul macked on each other. Because this is what Yoona REALLY wants and Seohyun seems so vulnerable (unless bb turns out to be an evil mastermind). Either way, if Yoona loses her, that’s it. Done. Finito. Will the Boxx have mercy or will you cackle maniacally and splatter moar blood? Doesn’t matter cus we’ll read that ish.
1. TIFFANY. WHAT. WAHHHHHHTTTTTT. MY STIFFANY. SHE HASN’T SMILED ENOUGH YET. THE YOONFANY SHIP. NOOOOOOOOO DDDDDD:
"I can't feel my legs.”—I swear that line EFFS ME UP. How terrifying. Even if she survives this…wow, her life won’t be same. That’s for sure.
STABBED IN THE BACK.
SHE WAS LITERALLY STABBED IN THE FREAKING BACK.
DAYUM, GINA.
Yoona pleaaaassseeee Super Saiyan transform and BLOW THESE HOES UP.
THERE. THAT’S MY COMMENT.
LATERS, BOXXABS.
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Date: 2015-12-12 03:42 am (UTC)/picks you up off the floor/
Do you now see why I was whining about this chapter?! uuuughhhhh after it all though it seems like nothing >_>
4. YOURE SO RIGHT! Man can’t catch a break.
3. And now that he’s probably esploted into bits, we will never get that book.
2. you kept asking for a kiss and i’m over here like “it’s gonna happen chill”. The boxx has more tricks up her sleeve. stay tuned.
1. I mean now she really is a stiffany /cackles/ too soon okay
Holla
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Date: 2015-11-28 02:12 am (UTC)I'm so happy about Yoonhyun. I felt so many feels. You cant hide it from me, Boxxy-nim. Seo is the evil bish. That or Yuri is Seo's donor.
cryingTiffany being stabbed in the back had me screaming "NOOOOOOO" at work. >_> So intense. I really enjoyed it. And you have me craving for more.
Tiffany, stay alive. Yoona, stay alive. Seohyun, please dont end up being the evil bish.
(._. )
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Date: 2015-12-12 03:37 am (UTC)haha only few can live :)
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Date: 2015-12-17 05:37 pm (UTC)I called this two chapters ago, always the prophetic Dino that I am B-)
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Date: 2015-12-29 07:25 am (UTC)Yoonhun ftw! Omfg!!
I'm so happy!
But...
I actually wanted taeyeon and tiffany to end up together. (I'm sorry! I'm a locksmith! I can't help it!)
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Date: 2015-12-29 07:26 am (UTC)Oops.. Typo.