The Padlock of Destiny
Wide Awake

Kyuhyun walked into his room and saw Hyora's figure that was still like this morning. He checked the humidifier and heating temperature before removing his thick jacket. His eyes were already sleepy, but he forced himself to enter the bathroom and clean himself. The man returned with a wet towel that had been soaked in warm water to wipe Hyora's face, legs, hands and feet. When he finished, he lay down to sleep by his side.

“Second chance” soft whispers of ahjumma carried by the night wind faintly heard in the sleepy middle of Kyuhyun, He heard it but thought that it was just his imagination.

“Hmm, good night.” His murmur kissed the girl's forehead gently and closed her eyes.

Tik Tok's.... Tik Tok's...

The needle that showed the number two slowly but surely began to walk backwards, the drips of the infusion that fell and flowed into Hyora's arms again rose one by one, the droplets of the infusion that fell and flowed into Hyora's arms back up one by one, dates on the calendar also move backwards as time changes. The flower pot that Kyuhyun had repaired a year ago began to return to its original state, the cracks on its surface disappearing on their own.

“Time spins to the past!” Ahjumma whispered in surprise.

...-0O0-...

Hyora's wiggly fingers moved through Kyuhyun's curves, enjoying every smooth texture of her skin. I don't know why he misses this guy so much as if he hasn't met for a few years. For a few days, the two did not communicate. He thinks that his feelings are increasingly loving the evil namja in front of him, namja who continues to force him out of the profession he enjoys every living it.

Feeling disturbed by Hyora's touch, namja's hand moved to get rid of the hand that disturbed her sleep. For God's sake, he's only been sleeping for two hours. If Eunhyuk dared to bother him, he would blow C4 into his ugly face. As her hand touched Hyora's hand, move it to a stop before her eyes instantly opened wide. He was stunned to see the woman in front of him.His eyes narrowed trying to adapt to the sunlight that entered through the window glass.

His body immediately moved consciously as his eyes looked at Hyora's smiling face that was as bright as the morning sun.

“Gwencangayo? You're sober?” He said in disbelief, he had spent hundreds of nights dreaming of his smile.

“Hmm, are you delirious darling?” Yeoja answered, looking confused. What does that lover question mean? As if He were conscious of his stupor, He had just woken up.

“Wait!" Sela Kyuhyun touched Hyora's face making sure that this was not a dream.

“Already... this time I want to treat you to eat because our mission is a great success!” Hyora put away Kyuhyun's hand and took out the object on the table by his side.

Kyuhyun received the morning newspaper that Hyora gave, the headline ‘AGEN SPECIAL MANAGED to SAVE NEGAR’ written clearly on the front page. He saw the calendar sitting on the nightstand showing the month of December 20XX, one year ago.

Without caring for Kyuhyun who was still confused, Hyora moved out of her bed. He intended to walk towards the window to open it, letting fresh air into the room.

Braakk!!

His hand accidentally nudged the table beside the window, the flower pot that was shot too far apart fell and broke into two pieces. The sound of the broken clay pot jolted Kyuhyun who was still confused thinking about what was happening. He ran over to Hyora.

“Gudencana?! no one was hurt?” like de javu, Kyuhyun asked frantically. As his body stiffened, he realized what was going on. His eyes peeked at the state of the outside of the apartment through the gaps of the room curtains. His habit for this one year had trained his vigilance. He looked at the area around their apartment building. From the end of the building, several men in suits and sunglasses looked suspicious while wandering around the building area.

“Hyora, follow me!” Kyuhyun ordered in a low voice, as if someone would hear their conversation if he spoke too loudly. Not as if, but indeed those men must be mafia subordinates who came to kill Hyora.

Hyora POVs.

My brain suddenly couldn't function as it should, why did it feel like a bad feeling? It's just a flower pot that fell by accident.

“Hyora, follow me!” Kyuhyun's low voice sounded tense, He suddenly turned around and pulled my hand out of our room space.

"Darling, take my hand off first, I'll change my clothes. oh, we're still wearing indoor footwear!" Kyuhyun's hand held tightly to my hand, forcing me to run along with him. He didn't care about my question, he didn't even let me change clothes and put on shoes.

We continued to rush out of the apartment and into the elevator . What does he want to do? Though he knew I only wore casual clothes to sleep and apartment sandals.

We turned towards the emergency stairs, just then I realized something was wrong. From the end of my eyes, it seemed like someone was running up the stairs towards us, Kyuhyun pulled me back into the corridor and ran towards the elevator.

It only took a few seconds to wait for the elevator to arrive, but the man's hands were already soaked in cold sweat. My body stiffened too, I knew very well Kyuhyun's habits. He was always calm on missions, although in a desperate state, his face would look expressionless to trick his enemy and think of a way to escape unfavorable circumstances. But the sound of footsteps on the emergency stairs had made him out of control. His eyes repeatedly swept through the corridor in agitation.

At the sound of the elevator coming, he pulled me inside and immediately closed it, pressing the ground floor button.

"Who are they?" My voice sounded calm when I asked. The worse things get, the more we have to be calm.

His face looked scared and alert at one time, no matter who he saw in the emergency room earlier. I hate whatever it is that makes him behave like this.

“Eotteokke?” His whisper repeatedly anxiously without responding to my question.

The questions I was thinking about only stopped at the tip of my tongue. Not daring to open his mouth after seeing his face paled. My imagination ran wildly, did we make a mistake with our mission? Wait, shouldn't he be angry knowing I didn't go on vacation like I promised. Hey, this guy doesn't like being lied to the most. My head was throbbing pain, since this morning, I just woke up from a long sleep. My mind is covered in fog.

“Hyora, Mianhae... You know I love you?” The man pulled my body against the elevator door, my shoulder slammed into the elevator wall quietly. His low voice expressed the apology slowly, my eyes seeing his lips move but failing to grasp the meaning.

“Nde?”

Before he could move to hug me, not having the time for my mind to process his words, my eyes turned towards the elevator door unconsciously.

Ding!

The sound of an open elevator made us both tense up. The 9th floor, not the floor we were on.

With one quick gesture, Kyuhyun hugged me trying to block my path, but he stood right up to me and turned his back to the elevator door.

DORR!!!

The sound of one firearm shot left my brain blank, like a slow motion. Kyuhyun's body fell limp onto the floor. The shooter immediately fled. My body stiffened at the red liquid on the elevator floor, this is Kyuhyun's blood?

“OPPA!!!"