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chicken-fifi · 8 months

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I'm Not Leaving You | Berlin / Song Jongho (Money Heist Korea)

Pairing: Song Jongho (Berlin) x Fem!Reader (Dublin)

Requested by @irishxgem: Hi, may I have an imagine based of the kdrama Money Heist Korea from episodes 11 & 12? Berlin is dating one of the criminal crew and her nickname can be Dublin. Thanks!

Genre: angst

Warning: character deaths, money heist korea spoilers, guns, bombs, theft, heist, violence, cursing, let me know if i missed anything

Word Count: 2,494words

A/n: i ended up watching the last couple episodes i had left over the course of two days and was pleasantly surprised by some of the plot changes that the writers made for the remake. i did end up covering much of beginning of the show to give some context for those who haven't seen it, as well as adding on to the end with my own idea of what happens to berlin and dublin after the events of episode 12. have fun reading!

From the moment you and Jongho arrived at the hideout to learn how the heist would be carried out, everyone knew that “Berlin and Dublin” had something going on behind the scenes. Despite the brusque and rough appearance and nature of the North Korean man, there was a subtle softness that only a mere glimpse was ever seen when you were in the room or anywhere near him. Originally you weren’t supposed to enter the Mint, Jongho had insisted that you remain outside and completely out of the plan, but you were persistent and the Professor figured it may help keep his younger brother’s mind sane if you were inside with him. You played your part to a “T” throughout the beginning phases of the plan, entering the Mint without so much as a second glance from the guards before all havoc broke loose.

The Professor’s decision to send you in proved right when you managed to prevent him from killing both Miseon and Denver, even though it ended with him being punished for disobeying the orders set in place by the Professor regarding the hostages. Something you would later regret as you were cornered by Chulwoo unarmed with a gun aimed and ready to fire at you. But in true Jongho fashion he managed to save your life as he had done many times prior to the heist.

Things only seemed to get worse from there, Oslo died in the midst of a riot resulting in many of the hostages escaping, whilst Jongho became more and more…paranoid over who had betrayed all of them, nearly ruining the whole plan. You were convinced that the man you were so desperately in love with was slowly but surely losing his mind after not having taken the medicine he needed. Quite sincerely you feared that he would be the downfall of the heist. That his slow sinking into a crazed madman would get him killed. And just as you were convinced everything was going to complete shit, you found out more about the plan than you had ever been told.

Of course that didn’t come without a cost. Everything seemingly began to look less bleak, only for it all to come crashing down once more as yet another person lay dying, suffering from the consequences of the unpredictable decision humans are capable of making. Bringing to your current situation.

You were looking over some of the printed notes, thoughts racing as you prepared for the worst - Moscow’s impending death. It didn’t take a genius to know that there was no way the tunnel would be fully dug before he died from blood loss. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t get attached to any of the other robbers from the start. Afterall, the likelihood of you ever seeing any one of them once it was all over was incredibly low. You came in with Jongho and you would be leaving with him - where you didn’t know, but you knew no one involved would ever cross paths again.

So why were you sobbing into your fist as you watched Denver plead for Rio to do something as his father took his last breath? Why did it break your heart to see Nairobi’s face twisting in inconsolable pain? Why had you felt sorry for Helsinki as he mourned the murder of his brother? Why did it pain you as much as it did to see Jongho so visibly emotional over the older man? Why did he have to tell you all his name with his last breath?

None of this was supposed to happen. No one was supposed to die. You guys were to come in, print the money, and leave. None of this was part of the plan.

Leaving the office you fell to your knees out on the walkway, your chest hurting beyond words as you struggled to breath. Arms wrapped around you lifting you up into a broad chest, attempting to console you. Your fists banged against Jongho’s chest cursing him for not forcing you to stay back. For not threatening you into leaving him sooner - not that you would’ve listened. You never did. And not a single word left his lips as he held you even long after everyone else found the strength to finish what they had started.

~~~

Shots rang out as you all fired consistently as the police closed in on the barricade they’d just barely managed to build. You only had to stall them. Just stall them long enough to give the team outside the rest of the money. Fueled by adrenaline, you were so focused on firing your weapon that you failed to notice everyone making a run in the direction of the tunnel. Had Jongho not dragged you away you would have stayed, surely dying in the process.

Inside the vault, you waited as everyone climbed down into the tunnel. Helsinki, Nairobi, you, and Jongho were the only ones left. As luck would have it, the bomb meant to block off the tunnel for your escape malfunctioned, the timer not being set off.

“We’ll be caught at this rate,” Jongho rushed out looking back and forth between where you guys were in the tunnel and the vault door. “I’ll stop them somehow.”

You rushed back up the ladder, noticing how close the police team was to getting a section of the vault open.

“What are you doing?” he asked to load a machine gun, eyes widening as he saw you coming back up.

“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed, knowing his plan was a suicide mission. “You’ll die here as soon as they get that open.”

He shrugged off his other gun, “I waited for my father. Even in the prison camp I waited. Thinking that he would come for me.”

“I’m not leaving you!” you cried pushing yourself up, his hand going to your shoulders and pushing you back down into the tunnel. “Jongho! I can’t leave you! You’ll die here!”

“All of us were born to die anyway. It’s only a matter of how soon you go.”

You argued with him, pushing against his hand in an effort to get out of the tunnel. “Jongho, you promised we’d both leave this place together! You promised me!”

He bit his lip looking away at the door before looking back at you, his eyes glazing over, “I promised to make sure you made it out alive. You can start over somewhere no one knows you. Fall in love again, have a family. I can’t do that. I’ve never been able to do that, not with this illness. I can’t give you that future you’ve dreamed of over and over again. But I’m grateful I was at least able to experience true love with you even if it was for a little while.” He choked up looking away, shouting down into the tunnel. “Helsinki! Nairobi! Get her out of here! You guys have to go now!”

Four sets of hands pull you down, Jongho’s pushing you away despite your own gripping onto his forearms for dear life.

“Jongho please!”

“I love you (y/n).”

~~~

Helsinki and Nairobi managed to drag you a ways down the tunnel, the exchange of rounds being fired now muffled. You struggled against their grips even as you nearbed the waterway. You finally managed to break away not setting a foot in the water. Looking at everyone you looked back towards the tunnel.

“I have to go back and get him,” you declared. “I can’t let him die.”

Helsinki reached out to stop you, your frame just barely getting out of his grasp as you grabbed a firearm laying beside you running back down the tunnel hoping you weren’t too late.

~~~

The explosion caused a ringing to fill your ears as you neared the entrance of the tunnel. Dust made its way down into the tunnel as you got closer yelling his name over and over again, despite not being able to hear properly.

“Song Jongho!” you yelled climbing out and making eye contact with him reaching out.

He looked a bit disoriented but shuffled in your direction going down the latter, leaning on you as you struggled down the tunnel together. The mixture of your panting breaths was all that could be heard before his grew harsher until he collapsed. He leaned his back against the wall, pushing you away.

“Go! Go, go, go, go,” he repeated over and over again, his shoving getting harsher. “What the fuck are you doing all the way back here, you crazy bitch?!”

Anger filled your body at his tone and own rage. While now certainly wasn’t the time for lovers quarrel over his term of choice referring to you, you couldn’t but yell back at him with as much anger as he was directing at you. “I’m not leaving you. You are not allowed to die without my permission. Get your shit together and let’s go!”

You looked over at the tunnel entrance noticing the light shining down. Grabbing him you went to force him to stand with you, but his arms stopped you. Hands gripping your biceps, forcing to you look at him, he spoke clearly and softly with clear worry for you evident in his voice.

“Hey, look at me now,” his eyes bore into yours. “At this rate everyone will die, not just us. Go now. Leave me your gun.”

Disbelief was equally as evident on you face as you listened to his words before you gripped the gun tightly, aiming at him for a brief second as you turned to aim at the bomb. “If you insist on dying here, I won’t stop you. But I will too. I’m staying with you. I’m not leaving you.”

He gulped his hands squeezing your arms, pulling you in as he kissed you tenderly, quickly pulling back. “I dragged you into this mess. I’m really sorry.”

“I’ve never regretted it once. I was and still am with you, the man I love, and that’s all that matters.”

You rushed back down the tunnel covering Jongho as you took aim at the bomb, an officer jumping down into the tunnel. You fired the first shot, just barely missing the tiny device. The officer jumped back out as you fired another shot, hitting the wall. The third shot you fired hit the bomb detonating it. A cloud of dirt moved towards the two of you quickly. Jongho grabbed you down and covered you with his body as best as he could to prevent you from getting hurt. Although with how close the two of you were to the bomb, that action wouldn’t have mattered.

~~~

You groaned as you shifted from underneath him, coughing as the combination of fumes from the bomb and dirt filled your lungs. Jongho did the same as he crawled forward, pulling you with him. Your eyes looked back seeing the mound of dirt blocking what was once the entrance of the tunnel. The two of you were just barely out of reach of the mound, something you knew was sheer luck. Had you been any closer you’d be buried alive right now.

“Looks like neither of us is dying today,” Jongho muttered, rising to his feet, pulling you with him. “We’ll have to escape through the sewer system. Mix in with the crowd near the square to not get caught.”

“Let’s go then,” you mumbled, not letting go of his hand as you two made your way to your only chance of escape.

Many twists and turns later, you found yourself under a manhole cover. The chants of a crowd echoing from above. Footsteps echoed down as people stepped on the metal cover. Eventually the footsteps stopped, and Jongho climbed up the metal rods pushing the cover up and moving it over climbing out and looking around, noticing everyone was too busy collecting floating notes from the ground to notice him. He motioned for you to come out, helping you up. His arms didn’t leave you for a moment as you began walking in the direction of the crowd, picking up two masks and putting them as you disappeared among them hand in hand. Walking with the protesting crowd for a few blocks you eventually broke away, going down an empty alley.

“Do you have any change on you by chance?” he asked, not taking off the mask, but turning to face you. “I need to make a call once we find a payphone.”

~~~

You leaned against the glass enclosure of the payphone booth looking at Jongho as he pressed the buttons, smiling as someone picked up on the other end. Smiling, you pushed off the glass and took a few steps away, giving him some privacy to talk, leaning on the rails a few meters away and staring at the beautiful mixture of colors caused by the setting sun.

Not long after the colors fully faded into black, you heard Jongho’s footsteps approaching from behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your own hands went to his wrists gripping them tightly.

“So where do we go now?” you asked.

“Have you heard of Toledo, Spain?”

~~~

Months Later…

A soft breeze made its way into the living room through the open windows. You were busy cutting away in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch with the fresh produce from your small garden. The sound of keys jingling filled your eyes as a soft smile made its way onto your face, before you forced it away, only sparing a quick look in the direction of the front door.

“Before you get mad,” Jongho began raising his arms in defense. “I didn’t expect there to be that many people on the roads.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a deadpan expression on your face.

“Look, I just want to buy you a small gift and be back before you could notice I was gone. Am I such a horrible person for wanting to get my girl something to celebrate a year since our grand escape.”

“As if you deciding to go on an impromptu suicide mission is something to celebrate.”

He winced. He never winced, before you became a constant in his life. Before he could’ve given two shits about what anyone said about his actions, but lord forbid you get upset with him over anything. Not that he would let you or anyone else know the kind of effect you had on him. He rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him, placing the small paper bag on the counter in front of you without a word. Setting the knife down you opened the small bag pulling out a box. Taking off the lip you froze as you saw the golden jewelry set.

“You should wear them tonight, nothing else,” he spoke as he walked away satisfied with the look on your face as you registered his words.

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