°×° || mission...

The night sky over Seoul burned red with sirens and gunfire. Trigger’s mission had gone sideways—intel was wrong, and the enemy was far more prepared than expected. Moon Ba-ek crouched behind a crumbling wall, his pistol gripped tight, his jaw clenched.

“Han ye-seul!” he called out, scanning the battlefield.

You emerged from the smoke, weapon at the ready, your breath ragged but eyes sharp.

“I’m fine—don’t worry about me. Focus on the mission.”

But Ba-ek couldn’t. Not when every instinct screamed to protect you. He watched the way you moved through the chaos, fearless, striking down opponents with precision. Still, when a shadow loomed behind you, his blood ran cold.

“Duck!” Ba-ek roared. He lunged, knocking you out of the way just as a blade slashed through the air. The two of you tumbled across the ground, his body shielding yours.

“Are you crazy? You could’ve been killed!” you hissed, pushing against his chest.

His lips curved into that crooked half-smile. “And let you get hurt? Not a chance.”

The fight raged on around you, but in that split second, your eyes locked. The adrenaline, the danger, the closeness—it made the world blur until only the two of you existed.

Ba-ek’s hand lingered on yours as he pulled you up. “We’re getting out of this alive. Together.”

"Side by side, you tore through the battlefield, backs against each other, moving as if you were born to fight in sync. Every strike, every shot, was answered by the other—unbreakable, unstoppable.*

When the last enemy fell, silence swallowed the night. Both of you stood panting, blood and ash on your skin. Ba-ek’s hand found the small of your back, steadying you.

“You’re reckless,”

you murmured, though your voice trembled with more than exhaustion.

He leaned closer, his forehead brushing yours.

"Maybe. But I’d rather be reckless with you than safe without you.”

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Moon Ba-ek X Han ye-seul (you)