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Report 446-A.Mission: Sack it and whack it, pre-gaming mode.Time: 6:02—I checked my watch—yeah, 6:03 now.Soldier Haerin reporting. Under the current environment—which is dry outside and wet between the legs—the mission is still on the amber signal. Amber, because Haerin, as always, is reporting early. The carpet has been laid outside the grounds of Neureva. Right next to the gate.

Reporting a ride of a bicycle to the side to make sure that the target does not escape sight. Baton? Check. Sack? Right here.

I was fully equipped. This was going to be some period-craving-level satisfaction. I could compromise the chocolates with this thrill. I could do that.

"Crap!" I hissed when the rubber string of the mask whacked my cheek.

Fuck this mask. Fuck this stupid—motherfucking, useless thing. Argh. This damn plastic with forbidden help I couldn't even wait to throw away and crush it. Who even fucking makes this kind of stuff? Some motherfucking asshole for sure. Because there was no way they didn't even think that this could slap someone this hard. Fucking psychos. Sadists, probably. Enjoying the secret lament of its customers.

I fixed my pant leg, squashing my back into the stone wall behind me. It was warm and perfect for the soothing I needed. I was on my behind, my elbows on my parted knees. I checked my shoes. Muah. These were just used enough to make sure I ran like a bitch when I had to.

Was I crazy? Maybe I was, but—meh. A little crazy didn't make you mental. Besides, this was just justice. Just Haerin flavour.

I had blood on my mind and in my vagina today. I had to make full use of this hostility before it faded away. Like the full moon of my werewolf madness. Yes. Werewolf madness.

Haerin, requesting headquarters to add werewolf madness to the mission name in parentheses.

Headquarters request approved.

New mission updated: Sack it and whack it (Werewolf Madness).

My back was being a scoundrel now. It hurt like a motherfreaking Mrs Lee's encounter. My head hung low, trying to breathe. I had the weapon of advantage here. I wasn't going to fail this.

When my target reported to the main gate, I had to be nimble.

Oh god, why was I here? Sitting low on the ground like I hadn't just sashayed like a corporate slut just minutes ago. Fuck, why was I even here? Define your target, Haerin.

Mr Han.

That was right. That son of a gun was about to lose his gun.

Fuck, my back really hurt.

6:04. Usually I don't mess with this but my inner bitch was on duty today.

The sun was low, only the last few slaps of it on me. The air was filled with traffic farts and I had asked myself what the fuck I was doing about a million times now.

The glass door was still closed. No bastards walking out. No nothing. I snuggled my olive case closer to my stomach to get the pressure to act on my weak stomach.

My headquarters—my bitchy head—was adamant for updates. I had none. What was this man even fucking doing inside? 5:30. 5:30 is when a sane employee should roll out of this prison. It was five fucking minutes past six now. I swore, my hits would be harder adrenaline'd by this fucking waiting list to see that cheap ass whore.

I shouldn't have ever come here. But Mirae's face was hanging over me like a ghost. She didn't tell me a word but my guilt made me make sure I was using the baton. That's right. Assault—Haerin style.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, clicking play on the music on my phone. So that I had something to listen to till I had a chance to report back with good news.

Lorde. Tennis Court.

God, her voice could make me swoon and knock me out like a drunkard. My knees were starting to hurt and the stone on my back was making me awkwardly stuck. The position wasn't very flattering.

If this were a James Bond movie, it would be a parody.

Yeah. I laughed at my own joke. That's when I knew that this was getting too much now.

My legs nearly gave out when I tried to stand up. I sat for too long. For a moment I felt like I would slant to the side and fall. But we've established, you know, I like to lay flat on my back when I fuck up. So I leaned on the bicycle beside me. It crashed on the concrete.

People looked at me like I was a thief.

Damn this stupid, useless piece of shit. Weight on humanity and a narc for making me look like a pig here. I stopped a kick on that asshole system. One bit of wind and it falls like a whore. Where's the stability? Where's the help to your maker, you bastard bicycle? If I could, I'd rip its chains up and feed it to a recycling machine—

"Miss Kang?"

I yelped, cornered into the wall. And my boobs. Unfortunately, they bounced awkwardly. Not my plan. Not my fucking plan but when they bounced down, they hurt. I stilled, clutching my chest.

I hated this part of the month.

My head snapped up.

A biker. Dark and helmet on, veiny arms—yeah, Jeon it was. It was him for sure. My gaze flipped up and then to the right.

Oh shit. Oh shit, the Honda Civic was on the move. On the move!

"You alright?" Jungkook leaned his bike towards me. "Need a ride?"

Wow. Karma was really doing it right now. Kisses.

"Yeah. Tail that Honda Civic." I pointed at the vehicle slowly rolling into view from the exit pavement.

My heart almost shat itself.

I couldn't lose this bastard. Not when I had been waiting here like a derelict for so long, sacrificing my sweet craving.

Jungkook turned to it and then looked at me, looking me up and down.

"Why?" His helmet tilted to the right.

"Just say no if you're going to play MCQs with me." I rolled my eyes. "I need to get going. Quick. Helping me or not?"

"I'll throw you off the bike the moment you turn suspicious." He muttered, holding out the extra helmet to me.

I nodded, quickly pushing it into my head and clipping it on.

"Push me off but if I don't die, you do for sure." I grabbed the arm of his shirt to help me get on. Muscles of steel came in contact and I flinched.

Wow. I mean, great work. Great work on the body for sure.

He noticed and blanched, too.

Hah.

Once I had boarded behind him, I leaned forward and gripped his waist.

"At least wait for me to tell you to grab on, Miss Kang." He sounded annoyed.

"Go go go!" I yelled, my fist in the air and the olive bag thrust between us. "Times a'wasting!"

He groaned but revved it up so loudly that my body vibrated on that machine. In all honestly, the lower half of my body enjoyed that shit. It was like my own personal massage.

We flew with the wind.

My stomach twisted when he gripped the speed.

"Honda Civic!" I commanded him. "Honda Civic!"

"Will you shut up?!" His voice was lost in the air but I heard that. I fucking heard that, you bastard.

"You shut up!" My eyes flew wide at the audacity.

I gripped the sides of his vest tightly. I could die on a bike like this but not because I was too proud to hold on for support. This was a first for me too. Sports bikes were never my thing. Jong Suk was always in sleek, fashionable cars and soft serene music on the way home. It made me wonder why we didn't have car sex ever. It was practically laid out for us at that point.

My chest began throbbing again and I blinked fast. No fucking way was I going to get sad here when I had a whack mission to accomplish.

The wind was fast. We caught quite the attention of the people around. It made me feel like Catwoman on wheels. Ironic how I would have sneered if someone else was on a bike like this. Well, maybe everyone was calling me a bitch too. But yeah, whatever.

"Follow and do what, Miss Kang?" He straightened, slowing down when he realised that we were catching up too fast.

He motioned for me to speak.

"I want him to get out of that car!" I leaned to the side a bit to see his face. The helmet was making it too difficult.

He smacked the side of my helmet. "Straight!"

This fucker! Oh, he was going to get some of the baton too.

I sat up vertically, cursing inside the packed metal around my head. Just because it was his bike, didn't mean that he got to order me around like that.

We stopped at a red light. The Civic was right ahead of us. Jungkook stopped and put his hand on his thigh, trying to look at who was inside.

"What are you going to do?" He turned sideways.

"Beat him to death in an alley."

He paused. Just the sound of the vehicles whirring and his judgment. "Seriously? What the fuck does that mean?"

"Language," I warned. It was just a habit.

"Yeah, I'm not your baby, Miss Kang. I will say fuck, shit and all the words you're trying to censor!" He clawed back and I huffed uneasily.

"Then say it. F. U. C. K." I hissed at him. "Fuck this, fuck that. Fuck all of this shit! But you know what you cannot fuck? My plan. I need to get that man alone."

"And do what?"

A wicked smile curled my lips. I blinked—that he surely wasn't even able to see.

"To set things straight. Not much." I shrugged.

"As in hurt him?" He was getting serious now.

"As in, yes. You're an accomplice too. So don't act all fruity now." I barked at him, "I'm going to teach that man a lesson for slut shaming me and my team member. Not fatally but jus—"

The light turned green and he had no time to absorb that. Good. This bitch didn't have to know everything.

The ride started again. For a very long time, it felt like my plan was going to fail because Mr Han's car wouldn't stop anywhere.

Then, it happened.

His crappy personality shone.

He stopped outside a small bar. Maybe to cool off from all the stupidity he did throughout the day.

Jungkook whistled low under his helmet. We stopped far enough for him not to notice. I watched as he walked inside the bar and disappeared among the people. But this somehow made things more difficult.

I got off the bike, stalking towards the entrance. The people weren't nice. And the women didn't look neat either. This place wasn't that fun, I guessed.

And there was an alley there. I could use that. A bit jammed but just enough. It wasn't like I was about to kill him or something. Just give him whacks that made him scared like Mirae was at the table. Just that.

I turned around to Jungkook.

"What the hell am I into?" He scowled, hanging his helmet aside and fixing his hair.

"Wear the helmet, Mr Jeon. He can't see us. No one can."

"What are you about to do?" He walked towards me, eyes narrowing.

I gripped the sides of my helmet, afraid he'd take it away from me. "I told you! It's just revenge. And it's personal."

"Miss Kang that's serious. Beating someone up?" The confusion and shock on his face were priceless. Again. "Are you out of your mind? And how will you even—" he paused. Then he covered his mouth as realisation dawned, "The baton—and the sack? Is that—"

"Smart but not quick enough. You should have pieced this together earlier." I set my hands on my hips. "It's not very hard. You're my accomplice in this. We'll sack him up and then my baton will have sex with him."

"What—?" He let out a shocked chuckle. "How will you even get the sack on him?"

"You will." I pointed at him. "You're tall. Act like it and throw this on him. I'll sneak up and draw the shots."

His hand still hadn't left his mouth. He watched with pure astonishment as if he was trying to understand but failing to.

"If you're not in on this, just leave. But if I go down I'm taking you with me." I smirked and turned around to peek at the entrance again.

No sign of him yet.

"What you're doing is dangerous—"

"You're free to go!" I snapped. "Be a man! Leave with your tail between your legs!"

"I'm saying this for your safety, Miss Kang. This is way too risky." He glowered. "Do you understand the consequences if something goes wrong or if he sees you?"

"Oh come on!" I stomped my feet and my entire ass shivered in protest. "What's with this bitchy attitude? And how will he find me out if you do this right? Are you going to sabotage me or something?"

"Bi—bitchy?" His tongue poked his inner cheek.

"What? Does your language stop at fuck?" I scoffed. "Of course."

"Damn it, Miss Kang. You've been running me around like a dog today, haven't you?" He leaned closer, probably to threaten. But I wasn't backing down.

"And you did run. So you are a dog." I folded my arms at my chest. "Accept it."

He ran his hands through his hair. I grabbed the helmet from his bike and handed it to him.

"Wear it."

He smiled. Waited. Glared at me. Then wore it nonetheless.

It was helpful that his priorities were sorted.

I opened my bag and pulled the sack out first, tossing it to him. "As soon as he steps out, put this on him and drag him to that alley. I'll follow you with a baton."

"Where the hell did I end up...?" He muttered more to himself.

I chose to ignore that because I did not care. Spiral on your own, kid.

"The fuck am I doing?"

"Not getting your act straight!" I snapped. "Ask those theological questions somewhere else. Get to work now. Don't tell me you're scared of me or something?" I folded my hands at my chest, curiously.

"I don't think I have ever not been." He muttered under that helmet. I wanted to smack the shit out of him but I just laughed. Because why not?

We slowly headed to the entrance of the bar but kept at a distance. All we had to do was get that man in the alley. I followed Jungkook's silent footsteps. Then, it happened like it was meant to be.

My adrenaline spiked.

Jungkook went first, his helmet glowing like a crystal ball. He latched onto Mr Han's arm and pulled him into the alley. I wanted to laugh because it looked gay for a second there. But I didn't even have the chance to snicker.

Jungkook threw the sack over the shocked man.

I don't even remember how it happened.

One second, I was charging at the bastard with the sack held up like I was Moses with a robe. The next, Jungkook flanked him with military precision.

And then—

WHACK.

One good, satisfying shot to the shoulder with the baton. And it was worth every cramp that had screamed through my uterus today.

But as soon as I pulled back to reload?

The baton hooked the edge of the sack.

And off it went.

Flying.

Like a clown reveal at a children's party.

“WHO—?!” Mr Han shrieked, staggering.

I froze. Fuck.

"Abort!" Jungkook shouted with gravel in his voice. I tried to locate his voice, my legs turning to hot jelly.

I didn't even need a second cue.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me behind the corner, both of us stumbling over some crates.

"HEY—STOP—YOU—!"

Voices rose.

Jungkook shoved me to the wall, both helmets still on, breaths heavy and erratic behind them.

"We're done," I hissed. "We're fucked."

"Shut up," he growled. "Stay still."

I couldn't.

It felt like my life was about to be ruined or something. How the fuck could I stay still? I tried to peek over his shoulder and see where that perverted bastard was.

He was definitely somewhere around. I had my helmet so I had the advantage. Right?

His screaming voice was still behind there somewhere, but this place was heavy with stench, even invading the helmet. It smelled like vomit and cigarettes there.

"Miss Kang," Jungkook seethed under his helmet, "I swear to God—"

"Why didn't you pull the sack back on him? What the hell was abort all about?" I aggressively whispered, squirming to get away from this trashy area. This was not comfortable for my current situation.

"Don't even—!"

He started but he couldn't even end it because my thigh rubbed him up. The wrong way. I felt it. I fucking felt it!

And then it happened.

I slipped.

A little.

Only enough to press my front completely against his.

My thighs nudged forward. His grip on my waist tightened.

And that's when I felt clearly.

Oh. Oh my god.

"Director Jeon," I choked.

Somebody kill me because what the fuck was going on?

He was hard. Hard like a rock. Undeniably. And my thigh just saw porn for the first time. He stilled, but his body was obviously pained from what had happened.

He was still.

Still.

Still fully masked. In this dirty alley. While hiding from the man we just tried to sack and whack.

"What—?" I tried to lean away.

"Don't." His voice dropped to a full, muffled growl through the helmet.

"What the actual—" I stammered.

He grabbed my hips. Not roughly. Not gently. Just… to stop me.

His breath hitched behind the helmet, his head falling forward till it bumped mine—visor to visor.

And in the filthiest, angriest growl I've ever heard from a man in a helmet, he muttered:

"Do you think it's funny grinding up on people like that?" He was angry.

Angry for what?

Heat combusted me beneath the helmet. "Eeeewww!!!!!!" I screamed murder.

I shouldn't have. I fucking shouldn't have. I knew it but it just felt so disgusting to be witnessing that happen. But that's exactly when we heard his voice behind Jungkook.

"Who the hell did that to me?" Mr Han said.

We were dead meat.