Ji-han and Jasmine: The Final Separation
As soon as Dmitri was taken away, Ji-han seemed to wake up from his intense mental shock. He quickly advanced towards Jasmine. Jasmine was still standing in the same spot where the embrace took place, her white gown turned grey with smoke.
Ji-han firmly grabbed Jasmine's arm. There was no love in his touch, only intense anger and frustration.
"We are leaving from here, Jasmine," Ji-han said in a calm, but terrifying voice.
"No!" Jasmine screamed. She tried to pull away, but could not.
"You are coming with me now," Ji-han began to drag her towards the door, where his team was waiting.
Tears were streaming down Jasmine's eyes. She was crying, but her tears were not for losing Ji-han, but for the unexpected, immoral feeling of love she felt for Dmitri.
"I am married, Ji-han! I am married!" Jasmine sobbed.
Ji-han almost ground his teeth as he pulled Jasmine along. He was not ready to believe that the embrace was true.
"You are not married, Jasmine! The ceremony was not finished! No vows were taken! That was a madman's game, and you acted in that game, that is all! It is not real!"
Ji-han was firmly convinced—Jasmine's embrace was only a deception, Jasmine's final move to catch Dmitri off guard. He could not believe that Jasmine could betray him like this.
On the other hand, Jasmine was crying. To her, that embrace, her "Sorry," and the sudden love she felt for Dmitri—all of it was the final promise of a wedding. She believed that even though they were separated, the wedding had taken place, and their destinies were now forever distinct.
Ji-han forcefully lifted Jasmine into a military helicopter. As they ascended from the wreckage of the Cathedral, Jasmine looked through the window one last time at the Cathedral spire—where her love story met its ultimate end.
They sat side by side, but there seemed to be a distance of ages between them. One believed their marriage had not happened. The other believed their marriage had taken place. And standing on this extreme misunderstanding, their relationship was severed.The helicopter was rapidly speeding away from the Moscow sky. Below, the sounds of sirens and flashes of light still surrounded the Cathedral. Jasmine sat with her head against the glass window. Her white wedding gown was now faded with smoke, dust, and emotion.
Ji-han sat beside her, his face stern. He was no longer a lover; he was a spy who had safely recovered his principal asset. His eyes held extreme caution, but his inner agony and disbelief were evident. He was not looking at Jasmine even once.
Jasmine was still crying. But this crying was of self-criticism, self-loathing.
"What have I done," Jasmine whispered. Her voice was weak, echoing off the glass window.
Ji-han did not reply. He was only listening to the NIS Commander's final instructions on the satellite receiver in his hand.
Jasmine turned to Ji-han now. Her eyes were red with tears.
"Why don't you believe me, Ji-han?" Jasmine asked softly. "Why did I rush to that madman? Why can't you understand… why I saved him!"
Ji-han finally looked up. His eyes held intense hatred. This hatred was not for Dmitri, but for Jasmine's betrayal.
"You didn't save him, Jasmine," Ji-han said in a calm, but sharp voice. "You protected your heartbeat key. You wanted to prove the veracity of your 'file.' You wanted to show him—even with your life at risk, you love him. You played a game with a mad lover, not a spy."
Jasmine's sobbing intensified.
"It was not a game, Ji-han! I felt it! I realized you came to protect me, but Dmitri… Dmitri wanted me close! The risk of my life was a test of love for him! And for you… it was a mission!"
Ji-han turned his face away, as if Jasmine's passionate confession was hurting him.
"You were the mission to me, Jasmine," Ji-han said one last time. "And I have completed my mission. Dmitri is captured. Viktor is captured. Your life is now safe."Ji-han tossed a small, sealed envelope towards her. "Take this. Your compensation. Your life is now as it was before. And my life is also as it was before."
Jasmine caught the envelope. This envelope felt like the symbol of their relationship—cold, calculated, and ultimately finished. The vast mountain of misunderstanding that built up between their love and the mission separated them forever.
Their relationship was now no longer love, but merely a failed mission from the past.Jasmine was still holding the sealed envelope given by Ji-han. Tears were in her eyes, but Ji-han's cold, professional words reignited her anger.
"Your compensation? Is this it?" Jasmine laughed bitterly.
Just then, Jasmine suddenly stopped crying. The trace of emotion vanished from her face; the stern, spy-like intensity returned. She recalled a tiny, yet crucial detail she had seen inside the Cathedral.
"You are wrong, Ji-han," Jasmine said. Her voice was clear now, as if she had instantly recovered from her emotional paralysis.
Ji-han frowned at her. "I made no mistake. Mission accomplished. Dmitri and Viktor, both are in custody—"
"No!" Jasmine interrupted Ji-han sharply. "Viktor is not captured! You didn't get him!"
Jasmine quickly leaned into the corner of the helicopter, as if afraid someone might overhear them.
"When the lights went out and the chaos began, I saw it. Viktor's wife, Aliya, she was there. Everyone fears her. She was no ordinary guest."
Jasmine took a breath, trying to remember the scene. "Aliya took them. I saw some of Viktor's personal guards quickly surround Aliya, and they all left through a secret passage in the back amidst the crowd. They were so fast that your team probably couldn't track them in the chaos."
Ji-han's stern face went pale. Viktor. The head of the international mafia ring. His escape meant this entire mission had failed disastrously.
"Aliya… Viktor's wife?" Ji-han whispered. "She was only known as a philanthropist!"
"That's her cover, Ji-han," Jasmine replied. "Despite being a mafia boss's wife, everyone fears her. There was extreme power in her eyes. She took advantage of your strike team's confusion and whisked both of them—Viktor and Dmitri—away. Your team only caught some dummies or the comparatively weaker partners of Dmitri."
Ji-han quickly grabbed the receiver in his ear. His voice was trembling with suppressed rage.
"Commander! Where is Viktor? What is Dmitri's status? Confirm—have both of them been taken into custody?"
A few seconds of silence. Then the Commander's worried voice came through: "Captain Ji-han, there is a problem. Two VIPs are missing from the VIP Containment area. We believe they have escaped… or someone has removed them. We are not yet certain. Containment has failed, Ji-han."
Ji-han's body went limp. His mission failed. Jasmine's personal risk, his own emotional outburst—all for nothing!
He quickly turned back to Jasmine. There was no longer anger or disbelief in his eyes, only extreme professional concern.
"Aliya… who is she? Why does everyone fear her? Jasmine, what is your 'master key'? Give me all the information now! The mission is not over. It has just begun."
Jasmine smiled. That mysterious smile of hers. She tossed the compensation envelope aside.
"I don't need your 'compensation' anymore, Ji-han," Jasmine said. "We are still together. You need me to catch Viktor and Aliya. I am re-entering this game, but not as your spy. As your partner."Even with this deadly information from Jasmine, a deep, unexpected calm settled in Ji-han's eyes. He looked out the helicopter window, where Moscow was now a distant blur. He sighed deeply.
"Aliya… former CIA agent… millennia-old bloodline," Ji-han slowly shook his head. "If they are that powerful, and if Aliya has such deep connections, then maybe you are right, Jasmine."
Ji-han switched off his receiver. The Commander's instructions or the call of the mission—everything seemed insignificant at this moment.He looked directly at Jasmine. There was no longer the emotion of a lover or a spy in his eyes, only the acceptance of a harsh reality.
"Enough," Ji-han said. His voice was firm, but weary. "They are good. I will not disturb them anymore. This war is beyond our means. We are going back from here."
Jasmine looked at Ji-han in surprise. This was the first time Ji-han was backing away from a mission. This decision brought her a sense of extreme peace, because it meant—no more risks, no more false acting.
Jasmine met his gaze. "Good. All right. We won't proceed."
She leaned slightly towards Ji-han. "This game is over now. All we need now is peace."
Ji-han nodded, accepting.
Their relationship was still a victim of extreme misunderstanding—Jasmine believed she was married, and Ji-han was living with the pain of her betrayal. But at least for this moment, both of them agreed.
The helicopter was crossing Moscow's airspace, leaving behind an incomplete mission, a failed wedding, and the most powerful and dangerous duo in the international criminal underworld.Three months had passed. The utter chaos of the Cathedral was now a suppressed memory of the past. The mission was over, but its aftermath lingered in the lives of Ji-Han and Jasmin. Ji-Han, driven by duty, had returned to distant Korea. And Jasmin, alone, remained in the cold Russian expanse, in a secure seaside house.
It was deep night. The moonlight cast a hazy glow all around.
Jasmin was standing on the balcony wearing a long white dress. In the bright moonlight, her white hair and blue eyes looked mournful, reflecting the stillness of the ocean waves.
She slowly went downstairs. Behind the house was the sandy beach.
Walking across the sand, she saw two bodyguards silently keeping watch near the rocks adjacent to the beach. Although they were distant, the surveillance upon her was evident.
For a while, she stared at the sea. Her mind was filled with the memory of Dmitry. His madness, his extreme sense of possession—all of it felt more real to her than Ji-Han's calculated love.
Jasmin quickly returned to her room.
As soon as she entered the room, she sank onto the bed. Tears streamed constantly from her eyes for Dmitry. She was weeping for the mafia boss whose love for her was forbidden, immoral, and profoundly true.
"Dmitry," she whispered. Her solitary weeping hinted that the Dmitry chapter was not over. The master key to her heart still remained with the mafia boss.
Jasmin was still sitting on the bed, crying, all her attention focused on the memory of Dmitry. The room was silent, only her sobs could be heard.
Just then, she felt a cold touch on her white hair. Strong, yet familiar fingers gently tucked her scattered hair behind her ear.
Jasmin gasped in fear, her breathing choked by her tears. This place was supposed to be secure! Who had entered?
She quickly turned around.
Standing by the bed was a face that was unfamiliar, yet profoundly known.
Staring at the man in the dim light, Jasmin was stunned. The man's appearance had undergone a dramatic transformation: his hair was long and bright golden, completely different from Dmitry's old, harsh look. His eyes were intensely blue, like Jasmin's, but his eyelashes and eyebrows were subtly tinted gold—lending a mysterious brilliance to his regal features.
This appearance was like that of a prince from an ancient fairytale, yet Jasmin instantly recognized his body language, the deep gaze in his blue eyes.
"Dmitry?" Jasmin could barely utter the name.
Dmitry smiled. His smile, which simultaneously instilled fear and intense love in Jasmin's heart.
Disbelief, panic, and extreme relief—all struck Jasmin at once. She didn't wait another moment. Her sobs escalated into a piercing cry.
Jasmin lunged from the bed and threw herself into Dmitry's arms. Her white gown looked slightly faded next to Dmitry's long golden hair.
She held Dmitry so tightly, as if she would never let him go again.
"You! Where were you!" Jasmin cried, her tears soaking Dmitry's new clothes.
She lifted her head, touched Dmitry's neck, and then, madly, kissed his neck. Her touch conveyed the three months of separation, misunderstanding, and intense longing in her heart.
Dmitry held Jasmin tightly in his embrace. There was no pretense in his blue eyes with the golden lashes and brows, only deep, victorious love.
"Be calm, my enchantress," Dmitry whispered in a low, deep voice. "I knew you would cry for me. I came to see you. I never truly left you. Aliya got us out. But now..."
Dmitry held Jasmin's face, wiping away her tears.
"Now I am free. And this love of yours, these tears—this is my greatest victory. The key to your heart is completely mine now, Jasmin."
Dmitry's voice held immense satisfaction. He made it clear that Ji-Han's mission had not only failed, but Jasmin had completely returned to him.
Jasmin's crying didn't stop. All her fear, all her agony seemed to melt away in Dmitry's warm touch. She continued to sob with her face buried in Dmitry's neck.
Dmitry gently stroked her long, white hair with one hand. His blue eyes, fixed on Jasmin, were filled with deep love, yet tinged with a timeless possessiveness.
"Don't cry anymore, my enchantress," Dmitry said in a quiet, deep voice. "I can't bear tears in those eyes. You are my Queen."
Then Dmitry placed his strong arms around Jasmin's waist and under her knees. Jasmin was still clinging tightly to him.
Dmitry slowly, but carefully, lifted Jasmin into his arms.
Jasmin clung even tighter to his neck. This embrace was a symbol of surrender—not as a spy, a model, or Ji-Han's lover, but as a woman seeking refuge solely with Dmitry. Her white hair spread across Dmitry's golden hair.
Dmitry carried Jasmin and sat down on the bed. There was no rush now, no mission. Although the darkness of the mafia world and international conspiracies surrounded them, at this moment, their space felt like a sanctuary of forbidden love.
Dmitry gazed at Jasmin's tear-streaked face with his golden-lashed blue eyes.
"Ji-Han won't bother you anymore," Dmitry said calmly, his voice filled with absolute reassurance. "You are completely mine now."The scene shifted quickly, even before Jasmin could finish speaking.
Three months ago, when Dmitry had taken Jasmin into his arms, she was helpless and weeping. But during this long hiatus, their relationship and power dynamic had completely changed.
Scene Change:
This time, Jasmin was not standing on the balcony. They were now on the vast, soft bed of the luxurious Russian house.
Dmitry was lying down, his long golden hair spread across the pillows. His eyes held a satisfied smile.
And Jasmin... she was no longer weak. She was sitting atop Dmitry's stomach. Her white hair was loose, and on her face was the mischievous smile of the famous model-queen.
Jasmin was laughing. Her laughter was that of a victor, one who now knew her emotion was her strongest weapon. She was no longer a 'tool' for the spy Ji-Han; she was the 'master key' to the mafia boss Dmitry's life.
"Where were you, Mr. Dmitry?" Jasmin asked, laughing. Her voice was no longer broken, but sweet and commanding.
Dmitry chuckled, his strong stomach slightly moving under Jasmin's weight.
"Where your heart dictated, enchantress—that's where I was," Dmitry said. "The fact that you were forced to seek me out is victory enough."
Jasmin leaned forward and pulled playfully at Dmitry's new golden hair. "And this golden hair? Were you playing hide-and-seek to avoid being found?"
"That was Aliya's work," Dmitry replied, still smiling. "A new identity so your spy lover wouldn't recognize me. But you recognized me perfectly."
Dmitry wrapped his arms around Jasmin tightly, settling her even firmer atop his stomach.
"Now, Queen," Dmitry said, the look of possession returning to his eyes. "You have returned. Tell me now, what terms did that Korean Ambassador Aliya give you to let me go? I know she called you."
Jasmin's smile dimmed slightly. Dmitry knew everything. Aliya's contact was not unknown to him.
"She told me to go to Korea," Jasmin said. "To keep an eye on Ji-Han. Because—"
Dmitry didn't let Jasmin finish. He placed his finger on her lips.
"Because you are mine. And my lover will play my game," Dmitry smiled. "And I want you to go. But this time, you will be my secret move, not Aliya's. Your game begins now, Jasmin. Go to Korea and be my eyes, Queen."