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The large manor was in chaos — tables turned, shattered glass windows, broken marble structures, injuries and blood— as the people of Assemblyman Kang Junmin battled head-to-head with the top secret agents of the country.
After a series of chases, interrogations and overtime desperation for the past month, they finally got information on the well-known assemblyman whose secrets are concealed in his stoutness and sheer audacity. The man was behind every rigged election result, widespread misinformation, manipulated contract biddings, and the incessant drug trafficking, supposedly making him the most wanted man alive in the country. With a small probability of hope and survival, the team seized Kang’s residence to finally take him in for jail time. Tonight. At the grandest gathering of the vile and deceptive – corrupt politicians, fraudulent businessmen, social-climbing police and ignorant celebrities.
Talk about a party in hell.
The location was inside deeper parts of the woods and the only means to reach the area was through the coordinates that was provided by the intel obtained by Jihoon. With an invitation forged by Minghao and a quick hack into the system to get them inside the guest list by Wonwoo, entering the mansion would be the least of their worries. Although, the problem is sneaking in the firearms and blades strapped to their bodies. They had Hoshi and Jun to handle that. Fortunately, their younger recruits were skilled enough to cut through the security system and that enabled the agents to enter effortlessly.
Despite their efforts to make the operation go smoothly, it was inevitable that physical, anarchic confrontation would happen. The agents were spread out in the mansion as they tried to stall before the police — the good ones, at least — arrived.
Ninth agent Mingyu was at the second floor, knocking down his seventh target in a row, unaware that a petite woman was strutting towards him with a knife. Just before death touches him, the female collapses on her knees, two gunshots echoing in their location and blood cascading down her leg.
She got hit on her thighs twice.
He turns to see the source of the groaning sound, looks around for the source of her demise and grins when he sees second agent: Yoon Jeonghan — down at the first floor, holding up a gun directly where he and the now-limp woman are, saving his life for the nth time.
“You’re welcome, Kim,” he hears Jeonghan say through his earpiece before watching him engage in combat with other members of the organization. Mingyu shakes his head, the corner of his lips rising. He jogs towards the stairs and slides down the rail, shooting people within his sight in the process.
When he lands back on the main floor, Mingyu fixes the equipment in his ear.
“If we get out of this alive, Yoon…” he addresses Jeonghan through the earpiece. Feeling somebody going for him, Mingyu glances to his right and sees someone charging towards him, but the former’s quick reflexes puts the attacker in trouble. He catches the perpetrator’s lunging fist and twists his arm, sending him backwards with a sharp jab to his face.
He puts back his attention to talking to Jeonghan, continuing where he left off. “I’m seriously taking you out for that dinner date. Consider it my gratitude.”
“Not the right time, man.”
“We can hear you, Kim.”
He hears snickering from the other end, and immediately knew it was the rest of the crew. Jeonghan must have heard it as well because Mingyu sees the redhead grinning from ear to ear as he speedily jumps from table to table.
Jeonghan then climbs on the shoulders of a man almost a foot taller than him and pulls the long wire around his hair, releasing his auburn locks from the ponytail. Expertly, he wraps it around the the large male’s throat along with the wrists the moment the man reached to grab him. Jeonghan pulls both of them back with his weight. Once the man collapses from the lack of air, Han hops down off him.
He regains composure and replies albeit the heavy breathing, “Yeah? Where will you take me?”
“We’ll go anywhere you want…” Mingyu almost instantly replies, a smile audible through the radio frequency. The tall male dodges the hit and elbows his challenger’s pelvis. As the enemy gives in and groans from the pain, Mingyu effectively knocks him out with a strong upper cut.
“…do anything you want,” he resumes.
“Even go dancing?”
Mingyu pants heavily after taking down his eighth target alone, and it seems like it is never going to end. He stumbles behind a tipped table to take a breather, flattening his back on the surface.
What he’d give to finally settle down.
Well, what did he expect? They went inside the criminal’s den. Yet, even after the hecticness of all of these, he found himself smiling at the thought of slow dancing with Yoon Jeonghan — the latter’s head resting on his shoulder, his other hand on the older’s lower back to pull him closer to his warmth, their bodies in an embrace and swaying side by side while underneath the blanket of the moon and stars.
“Even go dancing,” he huffs, disregarding the fact that his dancing might only be good in the imagination.
Mingyu got so caught up in catching his breath that he failed to notice Jeonghan standing in front of him. When he looks up, he sees the man he has been talking to through the small earpiece smiling with his hand extended towards him.
“Then I should start looking for my dancing shoes then.” Jeonghan winks.
Mingyu returns the smile and takes his hand, pulling himself up.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Their eyes lock for a while before the cut on Jeonghan’s lips catches Mingyu’s attention. The blood seemed to have dried up, so it had been a while. With how fast things went on, Jeonghan might not have noticed it any longer. But, Mingyu can’t help but be worried of the older.
“Does it hu—
“Kim, Han, 5 o’clock!”
Mingyu promptly turns as soon as he hears S.Coups’ booming voice echoing afar and from the small gadget in his ear, catching the dagger perfectly that is flying to their direction. His eyes roam for the source and two men with knives and black masks sprinting towards them. For the last time, he takes a glimpse at Jeonghan and they nod at each other.
Mingyu reclines when the man tries to slash him across the face. The agent buys himself time, stepping back. When the assailant tries to stab him with the other knife, he raises his arm against the latter’s. He ducks from the attacks multiple times, trying his best not to use the knife to severely injure him. As the masked male is about to strike straight to him, his reflexes allow him to swat his arm away from the inside so he can move in. He places his arms around him, and he knees him on his abdomen twice before flipping him over to the ground.
Meanwhile, Jeonghan chooses to take on the shorter man, kneeling down to pull the knife sheathed on his ankle. He swiftly throws the knife, hitting right on the center of the other’s thigh. He sprints towards him and quickly retrieves it before the plump man can do anything, wiping the blood against his jacket.
Looks like I’m going to dry clean this by myself again, he complains under her breath.
They stand beside each other, looking down on their fallen opponents. He tosses the knife expertly and perfectly aims it on the floor, barely a centimeter by the masked man’s ear, scoffing at them for lending them their weapon.
Without looking at him, Mingyu then mutters to Jeonghan, who is bending down to put the knife back in its sheath, “Pick you up at 7 tomorrow?”
“Make it earlier,” Jeonghan teases, standing straight. He places his hand on Mingyu’s shoulder and taps him, fingers lingering longer than Mingyu could fathom. “I might need your help choosing a proper tie,” he coyly replies.
Mingyu chuckles and answers, “Got it.” Maybe, a little more than that, he muses.
“Jesus Christ,” they both hear from their earpiece a breathless string of curses, shouting at them for their ill-timed flirting.
“Lives are at stake, lovebirds.”
“Agent Kim, Agent Han. The mission,” S.Coups points out. Mingyu rolls his eyes. Right. The other real mission. They oblige with the instructions, both of them laughing before running opposite directions.
“I’ll see you on the other side, hyung!”
With Mingyu’s back turned from him, he no longer sees the look Jeonghan had plastered on his face. Gone was the playful spark in his eyes as it gets replaced by a genuinely affectionate gaze with a hint of hopeful prayer embedded in his heart.
Make sure of it, Kim Mingyu.