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The period when he could not tell me his secret began on a particularly bleak autumn day, when the autumn wind blew colder than usual, and I heard of his new mission.
The story was that a person who had been quietly keeping his place by taking on the role of a hacker within the organization suddenly changed to the role of a killer and had to perform both duties at the same time. At the time, I was the boss's secretary and a killer, and I wanted his role to change back to hacker, but surprisingly, it was he who stopped me and insisted that he was really okay. This person is not usually like this, so why on earth was he acting like this today? As someone who had been active in the organization at one time, I knew better than anyone what kind of tasks his new role mainly involved and how difficult it was, so I just wanted to stop him a little more.
"I don't like it when you play two roles at the same time."
"But there's nothing I can do. It's clearly a mission that was given to me."
"If it's hard, you can say you won't do it. I'll explain it clearly."
"Okay, if it's hard, I'll do that."
As if trying to ease my worries even a little, he forced a bright smile and nodded slightly, and a part of my heart ached. A few days later, whenever he was notified of his new mission as a killer and called out to the organization, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
As I sat quietly leaning against the chair, waiting for him to be called to the organization as usual, I quietly recalled our first meeting three years ago, which seemed like a coincidence.
***
The person who first reached out and helped me up as I lay breathless on the floor, pistol in hand, in front of a blazing pillar house was none other than him back then. A little different from now, he was working as a hacker for a different organization, carrying out his mission.
"Get up, if you don't want to burn to death."
"I guess I was the only one guided here, how did I get here?"
"Looking at the clothes you're wearing, you definitely don't seem to be from here."
"If you're not related to me, I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from asking such questions."
At that time, unlike the hand he had indifferently extended to me when he saw me lying down, there was a coldness mixed in his tone of voice. I stood up holding his hand and stared at his back for a long time as he quickly disappeared as if his work was over.
At that time, maybe I really liked the person who showed me that side of him.
A year after I'd encountered him in that significant setting, he transferred to our organization, almost as if it had been planned. He appeared before us, still carrying out the same hacker mission as before. He recognized me instantly among the throng of members, and with a mysterious look in his eyes, he lifted his head and greeted me with a refreshing smile.
Since that day, I've worked with him on many missions, and a month after he joined our organization, we confirmed our feelings for each other amidst those difficult circumstances. We'd always relied on each other, protecting each other day by day in this dangerous environment where death was always rife. After a year and a half of dating, we couldn't resist our growing feelings for each other, and we hastily decided to get married.
Even in that rough marriage, I truly relied on him, who was the first to care for me and cherish me, and he relied on me. And then, just like that, an insurmountable problem arose.
"What is this mission?"
"J. N."
"Why is my hacker brother going there?"
"You know I'm not a hacker anymore."
"Brother, let's think about this mission again."
"I'm really okay."
"What's okay?"
"That's a place that even I, who was once a killer like my brother, found difficult!"
"Anyway, it's a mission given to me."
"Why would you risk your life to go there?"
"There's no reason. I'm just trying to carry out the mission given to me."
There must have been a real meaning behind the mission he was given, but I wanted to know the hidden motive behind it, and moreover, I wanted to stop him from going to a place where his life was not guaranteed.
'J.N.'This was an organization that could never be compared to the numerous killers who were said to be skilled, even if they were to be dealt with. But his mission was to obtain the secret documents of the J. N organization, and the only thing that would follow him for that mission would be a pistol. To be honest, if you interpret it differently, it might have been an easy mission for him, who was a former hacker. However, to him, whose rank changed from hacker to killer, this mission was a mission that could easily be a big problem if you thought about it. I realized that the mission was a foolish act that was only to satisfy the boss's simple selfishness. That's why I tried to stop him even more, but he left for that vassal country even though he knew the meaning behind the mission.
I was curious why he was willing to risk his life on this mission. But I couldn't just casually ask why. He seemed rather uncomfortable telling me why he had to do it.
A few days later, he entered the infernal lair. Ultimately, he sacrificed himself to enter the lair, fulfilling the mission the boss had given him. Instead of numerous companions and a plethora of guns, the boss gave him only a single pistol. I was furious at this, but he tried to dissuade me.
I was so angry and sad that tears clouded my vision. Now, to me, he seemed nothing more than a foolish and foolish person, trying to accept the death someone else had granted him. Determined to somehow stop him from going there and make this mission a thing of the past, I got up and started putting on my coat. But he firmly grabbed my hand as I was about to put it on. He told me that if I failed this mission, we would be in danger. He told me I would get there safely, so I mustn't step forward. His hand, which had been holding my wrist, began to tremble, then moved further and further away. When I regained consciousness, he was gone. No, he was fading away from my eyes.
I couldn't refuse his request, so I strictly followed through. But it was Boss who came to me on his own. He sent him into that dangerous den without any equipment, and then smiled at me as if he were at ease. Watching him, I bit my lip in rage, wanting to grab the gun on the display case and smash his head in at any moment.
"Shall I tell you why I came to see you, Secretary Eun?"
"If you came to my house for a reason that had nothing to do with me, then go back now. And I am no longer the boss's secretary."
"Even though it's the secretary's husband's work?"
The moment I heard the boss mention him, a subtle pang of pain crept into my heart, and I automatically tightened my grip on the cup. The boss glanced at me, gave me that sinister smile again, and continued.
"I'm sure you're very curious."
"I believe him."
"What do you believe in?"
"I'm sure he's alive."
"That's too bad."
"What does that mean?"
"Go to the place next to the path leading to the back mountain. There is someone there who is eagerly waiting for you."
"Oh, and thank him. He saved your life right away."
Honestly, I didn't understand what the boss was saying at that time. The only thing that caught my attention was 'Next to the path leading to the back mountain.' So, without even putting on my coat, I ran to the empty lot next to the path. And there he was, still faintly warm.
He was so cruelly blindfolded. His entire body was covered in bullet and knife wounds, and his face and clothes were covered in blood. I couldn't believe it.
He broke his promise to me and came back to me.
I held onto his hand, scarred and almost drained of warmth, and collapsed to the ground, sobbing. He still had something left to protect. With trembling hands, I carefully placed his hand on my stomach. On this stomach that contained the gift he had left me, and the life he had to protect.
I still felt the warmth of his presence, as if he were alive and moving.
And a few days later I found out through someone else, not him, why he didn't tell me, or couldn't tell me.
[Interpretation]
As Namjoon's role changed from hacker to killer, the organization 'J.N' decided on Yeo-ju as their target, and the boss who heard the news couldn't abandon Yeo-ju, who was an excellent killer, and instead called Nam-joon, who was her husband. When the boss heard Nam-joon's mission to sacrifice himself by becoming his target under the pretense of finding out J.N's secret documents in Yeo-ju's place, he nodded without the slightest hesitation. (Nam-joon thought that it was okay to sacrifice himself for Yeo-ju, the woman he loved. Especially for Yeo-ju who was carrying his child.) That's how Nam-joon's sacrifice to save Yeo-ju began, and the boss only provided one pistol, considering Nam-joon would already die.
ใด Please be informed that this article was written in ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ Kumi.