Jake smiled at Heeseung and his mouth moved and he pointed two of his fingers at him, loading a gun, and firing it, playfully enough. 'Sorry'. Heeseung made out from the movement of his mouth. Heeseung didn't hear it. He couldn't. His ears were ringing and his eyes were fixed at Jake's face, veiled with the dark.
The next thing was Jake pulling him by the arm, getting him off the swing and him almost stumbling from stiffness, and they were on the road, walking back to the campus. Heeseung walked and walked. But he didn't know where he was going, he had lost control. He was disturbed. He wanted to sink in a warm bath but instead, he was hit with cold air on his face.
He replayed everything. He didn't want to, but his mind did.
Jake offering to assist him on the swing. The metal creaking. Or, a gun cocking. The swing stopping abruptly. The solid something against his back, which could be a gun. Jake threatening him. Silence. A number. Jake reciting a number. What was it?
2...0..2..No. two zeroes.
2002...11..Another one? And a five.
200211...1...5...And there were letters. E or P? And an N.
Narrows down to either of the two. 20021115PN or 20021115EN.
Heeseung formulated every possibility, coming up with two probable sequences. He didn't know why he did it. But it felt crucial. Yet, it didn't ease the stiffness.
He felt the gun.
Cocked and positioned right there, at his back.
No. No. He should not think about a gun. No. But he couldn't stop imagining how dead he would look if there was a bullet.
20021115EN.
He passed the convenience store with Jake asking him about having late night snacks. But his ears were ringing, still.
20021115PN. Maybe it was an M? No, it was clearly an N.
None of them spoke while entering the campus, the huge black gate closing behind them. The silver moonlight welcomed them, falling down and lightening their faces. And Heeseung couldn't take his eyes off Jake. He was beautiful. And yet, it didn't relieve the stiffness. He kept walking.
2002115EN. EN. EN. EN. It must be EN. But it could be a B? No, not a B, but a P....
The hostel was lit up, even though it was way past one o'clock in the morning. But it didn't lighten Heeseung's anxiety and he walked up the stairs with that gun still held at his back. No! No, there wasn't a gun! But a bullet, ready to pierce through his back.
He prayed his mind would stop playing tricks. Jake unlocked the door and stepped inside, Heeseung followed, closing the door behind him. He was going to be in the same room as Jake, and as happy as he was a few hours ago, it was unusually unsettling.
20021115PN.
He took his notebook out while Jake strolled to the balcony. He flipped through the pages full of small sequences of code from programming class, looking for empty spaces between the lines. When he found some, he grabbed a red pen and dislodged the pen-cap with his shaky hands. He had never used red ink, so the code would be quite visible.
As risky as it seemed, he felt a force driving him to jot down the numbers and letters before they left his mind or...before the bullet pierced him. No, no! Stop thinking about the bullet!
The red ink glided on the paper, rolling off the ball-point tip, writing the numbers down in perfect sequence. 2,0,0,2,1,1,1 and 5. Then came the letters. E and N.
He repeated the numbers again, in between another set of lines, 20021115. And, a P and an E. In red ink, looking like blood on the paper, in between the blues and blacks. Popping out so clearly that anyone would notice.
But Heeseung wrote them in a rush, shaking and hesitating. And when he was done, the pen fell free from his hands and he slammed the cover of the notebook closed with all his strength.
What was he going to do with them? He didn't know. But it felt necessary to note them down, just in case he needed them. But he wouldn't need them.
He opened the pages to where he wrote, checking if they had disappeared. No, they were right there, sitting in the popping red blood-like ink, staring back at Heeseung. Two codes.
20021115EN
20021115PN.
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Update! (I took long- PLS DON'T KILL ME T~T)
Hehe...I did tell y'all to remeber the number, didn't I? ¬‿¬
Happy reading, my Heejake nation!
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FanfictionA HEEJAKE FF Heeseung x Jake [ENHYPEN] An Assassin AU Jake is the best of assassins in the whole of South Korea, until he meets Lee Heeseung. Jake secures an important mission, Lee Heeseung, the son of a chaebol. But his confidence turns to tension...
