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"Incoming!" Jiwoong is heard before the screen drops down.
Gyuvin clutches his chest in fright as Gunwook jumps.
"Hyung." Gunwook whines.
"You gotta stop doing that." Gyuvin finishes.
The two stare at each other in disbelief, "Dude…" Gunwook says.
"Dude…" Gyuvin replies.
Jiwoong clears his throat from the large screen in front of them and the two stop having their bro moment.
"Ah, I forgot you were still here," Gyuvin sighs.
Jiwoong chuckles. "Always a pleasure to talk to you too, Gyuvin. And besides, I like to keep you two on your toes. You know what they say, expect the unexpected."
Gunwook rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. What's the mission?”
Jiwoong narrows his eyes, and Gunwook yelps when he feels a charge of electricity in his butt. "Hey!" he complains.
Jiwoong smiles, "Don't test me. You two may be the best secret agents we have at the moment, but you're still replaceable," he warns.
Gunwook huffs, "Sorry, hyung."
Jiwoong nods in approval, "That's more like it. Now, your next mission requires the utmost focus, you understand?"
The two salute. "Sir, yes, sir! " They say in unison. "We won't let you down."
Jiwoong is seemingly distracted and then feels Gunwook and Gyuvin's judging gazes. He clears his throat, "Where was I? Right. You won't, or you're fired."
The screen suddenly switches to an interactive map as Jiwoong drones on about the mission and talks about the criminal they're looking to apprehend, and the pair honestly drown him out until he finishes.
"You two got that?" Jiwoong asks with a perfectly arched eyebrow.
The two nod like bobbleheads.
"Alright. Best of luck, boys." And with that, the screen goes up slowly, mechanics clanking and seemingly endless before the boys can no longer hear it.
"Not gonna lie, I don't think I remember half of what Jiwoong hyung said…" Gyuvin scratches his head audibly.
Gunwook gulps, "Dude… Me neither." The pair look at each other.
"So…" Gyuvin asks, "What now?"
Gunwook points to his chest, "Dude, you'll know in here when we get the right guy, trust me."
Gyuvin hums, "That is true… Our gut feeling has gotten us a lot further than any of the rigorous training we had at spy camp."
"I don't wanna see another tire ever again." Gunwook shudders at the memory.
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The two hop in their comically large van, equipped with the latest spy equipment. Gunwook drives as Gyuvin keeps his eyes peeled. They casually drive down the busy street, invisible to the naked eye thanks to technology that keeps their vehicles hidden, making it easy to ambush criminals.
"You see anything?" Gunwook calls back to Gyuvin, who's hanging from the open van door, binoculars practically glued to his face.
"Nah, nothing yet!"
They drive in silence for a few more minutes before Gyuvin cries, "Over there!" Gunwook suddenly brakes, causing Gyuvin to nearly go flying, "Hey! Watch it!"
"Sorry bro," Gunwook kills the engine, jumping over the seats to stand beside Gyuvin. "So, who seems the most suspicious?"
"There." Gyuvin points. The two stare in awe as the prettiest (but also most intimidating) red-haired guy walks past them, pierced eyebrow shining in the moonlight.
"Woah…" Gunwook breathes.
"I know, right? He's so dreamy. He could definitely be a model."
Gunwook nods in agreement, "It's a shame he's no match for us."
"Alright, let's get the stuff." The two grab a sack and a rope and stealthily creep up behind the stranger, who's busy on his phone. The two look at each other, mouthing 1…2…3… Now! and throw the sack over his head.
The guy yelps and struggles while Gunwook holds the sack in place. Gyuvin nervously ties knots around the bag, and the guy is still hollering, so he says, "Sorry, man. Gonna have to put you under." Gunwook clenches his eyes shut, wincing as he hears a comical-sounding punch before there's silence.
The pair high-five as they haul the stranger's motionless body to the van. Gyuvin opens the mini fridge and the two toast their Saratoga sparkling water before they realize the guy is starting to come to. 'You good cop, me bad cop,' Gunwook mouths to Gyuvin, who nods ferociously.
Gunwook pulls the sack off.
The guy looks between the pair of them and sighs.
Gunwook leans forward so he's face to face with the stranger. "Who. Do. You. Work. For?" he says slowly.
The guy raises his pierced brow, unimpressed, "You don't know me? I work for myself." He scoffs. Gunwook looks at Gyuvin puzzled, who shrugs, eyes widened. They look at the guy again.
"Look, if you let me go, I won't kill you." He says with a sharp smile that sends a shiver down their spines. He sighs, "Shen Ricky? All powerful mafia boss?"
Gyuvin pales. "Wuh-oh, we fucked up, dude."
"Big time."
They undo Ricky's restraints with no preamble. Gyuvin kneels, hands clasped as he rubs them together, "Please, I wasn't familiar! I don't wanna die. I have a daughter at home!"
"You seem a little too young to be a father," Ricky remarks.
"He's talking about his dog," Gunwook cuts in, shutting up when Gyuvin gives him a dirty look.
"Are you serious?" he hisses, "Bro, it's like you wanna die for real."
Gunwook raises his hands in surrender, "My bad, bro."
Ricky looks between the pair, amused. He clears his throat, "I can hear you two, by the way."
The two freeze in their tracks.
Gunwook also kneels. "Please, we'll do anything you want. Just don't kill us!" Gyuvin looks at him shocked.
Ricky sighs, "Fine. I don't know who sent you guys, but I need more henchmen. I'll spare you only if you come and work for me."
Gyuvin salutes, "Of course, consider my resignation turned in last week."
Gunwook looks at him in disbelief, "Bro…"
Gyuvin shushes him and turns the boba eyes on. Ricky puts his hands out and winces, "Oh my god, put those away. I already said I'd spare you."