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When you wake, it’s somewhere in the middle of the afternoon. It’s getting a little warm in the cabin, and that’s without the curled, nude form of Yunjin beside you. The sun’s radiant beams cast the entire room in a pleasant, golden light. And then there’s her, a glow all in herself as you cast your eyes upon her. There’s a strange feeling. Something familiar, triggers deja vu. But it’s also so foreign you can’t name it.

You stare, silently, at her for what must be no longer than five seconds before her eyes slide open.

“Hi,” you say plainly.

“Mmm, this feels nice,” Yunjin hums, closing her eyes as she shifts around in your embrace. Her every movement sends flares of warmth through you.

“We have to go,” you tell her. Yunjin sighs.

“I know.”

“Get dressed, get your things.”

“I want one thing first,” Yunjin orders, and you raise your eyebrows, gesture for her to make her demand.

Yunjin reaches over, wraps a palm around the back of your neck and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. It’s electric, just right. Tempting.

“Fuck,” Yunjin says once she finally lets you go.

“What?”

“You.”

You can’t help it. You giggle a little. Yunjin, upon seeing your reaction, follows suit.

“Is this what you were going to do with me? Your plan from the start?” Yunjin asks cheekily, “I’m still mildly terrified I won’t wake up tomorrow.”

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder, give her waist a gentle rub, “maybe.”

Yunjin smiles, and you feel it. For the first time in forever. Life.

“This is probably a really bad idea,” Yunjin says, her fingers dancing across your chest, “But I want it. I want you bad.”

“I want you too,” You reply simply.

Yunjin smiles, then tosses off the covers over both of you. She doesn’t seem to be affected by any awkwardness at all anymore.

“I can wear whatever I want to the airport, right?” Yunjin asks, slipping on a pair of panties.

“You know none of your clothes you bought are washed, right? You okay with that?”

“Yup,” Yunjin flashes you a naked smile, and you know, just like that, the rest of your life is probably ruined.

This is definitely not travelling with a low profile.

At least it’s somewhat discreet. You’re dressed plainly in a design-less white tee and jet black track pants, in what must be the most unassuming, ordinary outfit imaginable.

Yunjin, well, she doesn’t share the same sentiment.

She’s wearing a white, fleecy crop top with taunting shoulder slits and way-more-than-you’re-comfortable-with chest exposure. She’s paired those with khaki pants that are a baggy, loud fashion statement. She’s got those damn cat-eyed shades on, too, and of course, she’s wearing those white Air Force 1s you just bought for her.

You’re not sure whether you should scold and order her to change or drag her into a nearby bathroom and fuck her roughly for tempting you so.

You’re slowly leaning towards the latter.

And, worth mentioning, it’s scarily primal how quickly you’ve accustomed yourself with Yunjin’s little quirks. Maybe it’s how she’s just disarmingly so, or maybe, just maybe, there’s something you should be very afraid of. How hard you’re falling, how big this impact might be. Apprehension gnaws at you, because you've seen every tactic. Felt your own weaknesses. This could develop into one of them.

You’re not sure why, but Yunjin seems deep in thought. It doesn’t seem pleasant, and you were kind of taken aback at how the smile she wore out of the woods faded in a split second, like she remembered something bad. It seems to have been plaguing her mind ever since. You guess she notices your slightly concerned rubbing of her forearms while the two of you wait in queue to board at the airport. The next thing she says:

“Hey,” Yunjin says, the back of her head resting against your chest as she leans back into your embrace, “I’m thinking of dyeing my hair again.”

“Blonde looks really good on you, though, and I like it,” You say, snaking an arm around her bare midriff naughtily, “Like… a lot…”

Yunjin giggles, her smile returning, “Okay you horndog. I was thinking maybe after the blonde starts to fade and my black hair starts to show.”

“Black with blonde highlights would look amazing too. You have to protect your scalp, you know,” You say wisely, like you’re her dad.

“Ugh, okay. Where are we going, anyway?”

“Japan,” You reply, gently shuffling the two of you forward in the line to enter the departure hall.

“Why?” Yunjin asks, puzzled.

“Well, you said two of them were Japanese.”

“Yeah, but the other two are Korean. And Kura and Zuha are being kept in Korea, no?”

“Nope. Your Japanese friends are more than likely being sent back to Japan. You said this project was a combined project between Japan and South Korea, right? That’s why the two of them were put in the same position as you. Then it’s likely, is it not, that upon hearing the news of having one of their assets captured, they would be most desperate to secure their assets from South Korea, where the threat is still at large?”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t we chase Chaewon and Eunchae first? They’d be easier.” Yunjin still doesn’t fully understand.

“Well, NIS is probably is on high alert right now, and I'm willing to bet that not only is NIS trying very hard to find us and kills us, but are also equally as desperate to protect their remaining assets. They'll know we're coming.”

“Okay, fine, but there’s no guarantee that any of this is the case, right?”

You give Yunjin a disappointed look. She doesn’t trust you?

“Okay, okay, fine, I believe you. Jeez, you look like a lost puppy,” Yunjin rolls her eyes.

You lowered your head to give her cheek a kiss. Yunjin smiles.

“I like this a lot, you know,” Yunjin says.