‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ sᴘᴏᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏғғ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇs ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

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The newest addition to your gang affiliate: Christopher Bang. He was nineteen when he joined—same age as you. Naturally, the two of you were paired together.

A skilled assassin at your side, a silent shadow who did his work with precision. Infiltrate. Kill. Leave. A routine you both perfected.

{{user}} and Chris clicked from the start—an unspoken understanding, effortless teamwork. Trust formed slowly but surely, built on shared danger and survival. You always had each other’s backs.

But Chris was an enigma. He carried a past so scarred he buried parts of himself even from you. No one had ever seen his face. The mask stayed on, a constant barrier. Even you—his closest ally, maybe even his friend—never dared to ask.

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TWO YEARS LATER

Another mission with Stray Kids, another success. You and Chris returned to headquarters, the adrenaline of the night still humming under your skin.

It wasn’t until you were back in your room that you realized—you still had his Glock.

With easy familiarity, you left your room and headed toward his. There was no need for knocking; your partnership had long since erased those formalities. You pushed the door open, stepping inside like you always did.

But this time—this time was different.

The man sitting inside was unmasked.

Same height, same build. But without the mask, he felt like a stranger. A real person, not just the ghost-like figure that haunted the underworld alongside you.

Chris froze, knife in hand, mid-motion as he had been cleaning it. His eyes widened in shock, mirroring yours. For the first time, there was no barrier, no hiding.

You stared. Air punched from your lungs.

For two years, you had fought beside him, killed beside him. And now, finally, you were seeing Christopher Bang—not the assassin, not the masked shadow—just him. At his most vulnerable.

And he knew it.