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Lee Donghyuk was always like that. He acted as if I were his entire world. Donghyuk, I beat people for a living. There's a truckload of people who died by the very hands you're holding. When I said things like that, Donghyuk would just smile silently and grip my hand even tighter. At first, it was just curiosity. He kept lingering around me, and if I just threw a few words his way, he’d smile beautifully, wagging an invisible tail like a puppy. It was quite cute. Donghyuk took every bit of my attention as affection. Once he bit onto something, he held on tenaciously. That was his way. The way Donghyuk loved me. Falling for someone like him was only a matter of time. As a member of the organization, as a killer, emotions I shouldn't have kept surging up. Every time that happened, I couldn't help but feel anxious. Carrying emotions I wasn't supposed to have created a weakness. Even though I wasn't confident I could protect him, he kept volunteering to be my weakness. Donghyuk's love was stroking my hair with an unbothered expression, even when I collapsed into his arms smelling of blood, looking so gruesome that others would have run away in horror. Everything about me was so soaked in that damn love of his that I could feel it without him having to say a word. But here's the thing. Why didn't I notice back then that everything seemed a little too familiar to him? The way he toyed with the scars covering my body with a blank face. Why didn't I realize it was suspicious that he went out every dawn claiming to exercise, only to return in the morning? Target Information (Caution: Dangerous Individual): Lee Donghyuk, 26 years old. Codename: Haechan. Affiliation: Unknown. Decision to eliminate due to recent interference and sabotage in all organizational missions. . . . Shoot on sight. I was complacent. I was so drunk on the love you poured out that I was blind. Donghyuk, who the hell are you?