❝TWO. It was our unchangeable destiny...❞
Y/N's P.O.V-
The light blinked and turned green. I put my ID back to my pocket and moved for the fingerprint checking. Finally, I was back to the base. Thousands of questions I had uttered about BTS, at last, the department must have found my worth to be able to handle them. Perhaps.
While waiting for the elevator to come down, I sluggishly scrolled on my homepage until one thing caught my attention. My eyebrows quirked, I took a fast glimpse over the article, that had the title- BTS and Their Love for Their Fans.
The news of the minor accident from the fansign event was all over the news. Korean media doesn't love it less to gossip, even exaggerate anything to come to their hands. The highlight was the boys for their kind nature as they helped the pushed fans to get up and procure apology from the guilt to the victims, I and Liza. No face reveal of any of us two was there. A hashtag even went trending on Twitter because of that. Wow. I snuffled reading the whole thing.
The elevator reached the respective floor, I stepped out to the wide hallway. The ceiling embellished with round lights with a simple floral pattern drawn with the baseline, the vanilla colored walls led the way further to the subdivision offices. Getting myself through the path and past the few people, I reached a certain door and knocked. 'May I come in?'
A slight 'mhmm' sound came from inside giving me off the permission. I pushed the door open- 'Momo. is there-'
A pocket knife came flying towards me piercing out of nowhere, my hands moved up in reflex, clapping it down before it could touch its pointy face with my surface.
An exclamation of wow came following from one side of the room. I was stiff in my position, unable to do a calculation and get a quotient from the unexpected incident that just happened.
'Daebak, Y/N ah! You never lack those reflexes. I know now there is another reason why boss likes you so much.' As I looked following the direction of the voice, a frown of disgust itself appeared on my still-confused face, 'I should've known.'
'Hi, honey. Didn't you miss me?' the brown haired boy smirked coquettishly giving off an intent stare, enough for my eyes to squint in reluctance.
Kim Mingyu.
Of all the co-agents of mine, Kim Mingyu was the most annoying. He was tall, he was handsome, he had that innocent face to lure everyone's eyes. On top of everything, he was pure malevolent. 'Playboy' was a word that was structured to signify boys with traits like him, perhaps. There required no definition else to describe how he was. It's fine if you flirt, but he takes it to another level, possessiveness, and persistence. With the goal of being polite to everyone at work, at first I did try to maintain my utmost courtesy but eventually, I knew he wasn't worth it.
'Can I ask what the hell?! How dare you throw the knife at me?' I rowed.
'I was testing. And you proved that you are good.'
'What? Have you gone nuts?' My look didn't signify any surprised expression over itself. Because, if maniacs like him wouldn't do it, then who else?
'Then I would hen there to treat your wounds, Ae-gi. In addition, I would really love to see your wow body stained with blood and curled up in pain.' he licked his lips tilting his head with intent eyes. I shriveled in disgust.
Mingyu faked a cute face, to soon add, 'I never saw you in days. I missed you so much.'
'Cringe. Sadly, I didn't.' I said settling myself down on the sofa. He laughed, 'Can't get off the attitude, huh? That's what I like about you.'
He crawled closer to my sitting self, then rested his head on his palm and continued speaking, 'I heard you got injured while carrying out a mission so you had to take a leave. Which mission was it?' He asked.
'I think you definitely know that it's confidential, then why act like not knowing any rule?' I said, 'And why are you here anyway? Momo was supposed to meet me. Where is she?'
'She'll come by sometime. Why? Aren't you enjoying my company?' he came forward and sat clinging to my left.
'No, I will just leave and wait outside then.' I was about to get up, just then Mingyu held my wrist and pulled me back to sit.
'Y/N, why do you act like this every time when you're with me? I really like you. Why don't you understand?' His hand slowly was crawling up on my thigh, 'You don't mind doing it to the boss but hate me when I ask for it. Why? Am I that unattractive before the old man?'
'What are you talking about?' 'C'mon now, everyone in the base knows about it. If not, then why does he favor you so much? Don't deny.'
'You're out of your mind!' I yelled trying to brush his hand off, 'Leave me alone!' He made his grip on my thigh stronger instead, 'No one was able to escape my charm till now, Y/N.'
He whirled me to make me fall directly onto his lap. 'So can't you...' whispered he tucking my hair behind my ear.
That's it!
I jumped off of him and gave him a moderate push on his neck, trapping his head down on the glass table kept in front.
'Don't you speak Korean? Then should I tell you in English? Leave. Me. Alone.' He tried to release himself but the more he tried, the more my hand tightened its grip.
'Listen, Mr. Kim,' I said in a mocking voice, pointing the knife he threw at me a few minutes ago before his eyes, 'Whatever you people throw shits about me around I don't know, I don't care. I have nothing with the boss. I have a reputation because I worked hard and witty enough to gain it, sleeping around wouldn't get me to anything. If you envy, then stop hitting on girls and actually work. And if you ever dare to touch me again, believe me. Unlike you, I never miss my aim.' He was able to flash a weak smile on his face, 'You won't even be able to prick me with a pin, Y/N.'
'Oh really?' I wrenched his neck slightly making him groan in pain, 'A little harder if I do now, you'll be no more, Mingyu-ah. Shall I?'
Our both eyes were distracted to the door the moment it creaked open and Momo came in carrying some files in her hand. Seeing the two of us, she stood confused and asked equivocally, 'What's going on here? Am I...interrupting something?'
I released Mingyu from my grip. He quickly stood up, his face had turned all red in affront. Not sparing a glimpse at any of us, he proceeded towards the door. The door slammed hard after he left. Momo and I stared at each other for some seconds.
Soon, Momo broke into a chuckle. I chuckled back and said, 'C'mon, he deserved a lesson, right?' 'Yeah, you're right. He requires special treatment sometimes to get straight.'
'Leave it. Let's come back to the main point.'
'Yeah, BTS. B. T. S.'
'I've googled them so much already, yet I don't understand. Just, what are they?' I sat back on the sofa with my legs crossed.
'Yes, I'll tell you. You'll need to know them now. Boss and others discussed a little bit on it, finally deciding to choose you as the lead in this case.'
'A case?' I was perplexed, 'I don't understand.'
'Step by step.' After she was done with the connecting the hologram projector, an image came floating in the air, with a female voice in the background saying-
Mission 105-B
Assigned to
Agent 47
Another image appeared following alongside. And it was a photo of…
'I think you have got quite surprised, haven't you?' Momo asked.
'You can say that...' I was regaining my normal expression, 'But then why is it 105-B? what happened to the 'A' part?'
'Remember when you were sent to the sneak-in mission in proxy of your co? He was in charge of the mission A. However, he messed up and failed for which he was dismissed and you are now getting assigned in his place. I know you must have quite a lot of questions in your mind after you experienced that fansign event you reported about. I will tell you everything. Let me start from the very first.' Adjusting the gesture control armband on her forearm, she continued while pacing from back and forth-
'Your littlest knowledge must speak that BTS is apparently a perilous gang of seven boys with a history of several crimes done so far, also coming you have seen them as idols. The question is, what are they?...' she paused,
'They're both.'