🏘 — cemetery

@lee siwoo as a flight attendant, en route destinations were common for maia. but while she usually savored the thrill of unexpected locales, this particular stop was the definition of a nightmare— her forced stay at the cemetery being the ultimate emergency landing. reduced to a damsel in distress, her once neat uniform was as disheveled as the rest of her visage after an abrupt struggle with unknown assailants who had succeeded in her kidnapping.

the chain of events leading to this moment was a blur; waking up at such an ungodly hour so she could ease her way to work. maia had envisioned sipping coffee and sharing light banter with colleagues before boarding her next flight. although all it took was for maia to lower her guard a little too much before her entire world descended into darkness in seconds as chloroform lulled her to slumber. wineport hadn’t been the most dangerous of spots she had visited after all, but essentially the woman would learn the hard way never to be so trusting.

“we’ve got your little girlfriend.”
this was a mistake. 

“if he doesn’t get here, we’ll just have to get rid of her.”
this was a huge mistake.

either they had the wrong person, or maia must’ve overstepped somewhere somehow with someone. if only they allowed her to speak then perhaps she could clear things up one way or another, although the rag binding , along with the restraints around her arms and legs rendered her powerless. only amplifying what frustration and fear caused her heart to race. not knowing if this was how she was going to be spending her very last moments alive.

it was one familiar voice that suddenly cut through the swirl of chaos, her eyes widening as they fell upon siwoo. a figure from her past she never expected to see again, let alone after the mess that was their first meeting. “what is he doing here?” multiple thoughts raced through her mind with each one being more alarming than the last. he was stepping into a dangerous game once more, and it didn’t take long before maia realised she was the pawn caught in the middle of what only seemed to have one conclusion, now that he going up against the men standing guard by himself. “this is bad— he’s going to get us killed..”

@maia amatayakul “Whatever you picked off the street isn’t mine. Call me back when there’s a body,” Siwoo hissed, ending the call abruptly. The fraudulent officer’s evening was plagued by numerous phone calls from the same number claiming to have his “little girlfriend.” Siwoo didn’t date. He had more important issues to deal with than to get involved into another messy relationship he didn’t have control over. So whoever his father’s goons had in their possession wasn’t worth dirtying his hands over. It wouldn't be long before they gave up and let the poor woman, unfortunate enough to be caught in the mess that was his life, go.

“Officer Lee. Get ready to head out. There’s been a disturbance towards the back alley of the cemetery. Stupid s really picked the most creepiest place to be.”

“Yes, sir!” His cold eyes crinkled into crescents and his smile stretched across his cheeks, practiced to perfection. He beamed at his partner, earning a groan from the other.

“How do you do that? How do you have energy to be happy in a job like this?”

“Aye… there’s only 24 hours in a day and we work and sleep for most of that. We only have while we’re awake to be happy, no?” He chirped, grabbing his partner’s coat before heading off.

The sun was nearly gone when they arrived. The flashlight did little to alleviate the eerie feeling the cemetery evoked, and it certainly didn't help his partner, who was more afraid of non-existent ghosts than the real threat just meters away. He shook his head and looked forward, eyes flickering around for any signs of the suspicious men lurking around like the report mentioned. That was when his eyes landed on a familiar pair of eyes through a mop of black hair. She was bounded to a chair, a man garbed in all black guarding her. His playful demeanor ran cold as his gaze fell to the large dragon burned into the back of the man’s hand.

“Yah. Go back to the car and call for back up. Don’t get lost or the ghost will eat you.” He mumbled, making his way forward. His partner didn’t hesitate to make a run for it. “Serve and protect my .”

The last part of his words were intentionally louder, grabbing the attention of his father’s men. He paused and looked at Maia, a boyish smile forming. “Missed me? … I meant you guys, not her.” He broke the eye contact after a few seconds, his smile turning into something more sinister as he took out his steel baton. “Don’t tell me father sent you. And just when I thought we could be friends.”