--- kang seojun was on the run and had been since he was discharged from military service after a mission. a seemingly harmless thing turned dangerous when false news about him surfaced and soon he was a hunted man in south korea. fleeing the country with nothing more than a military canvas bag of his things and cash, kang seojun fled to europe with people on his tail.
a year or so goes by with little incident, seojun had settled into a small rundown apartment and changed his name to JULIAN. he made sure no one spoke to him and never interacted with anyone. he laid low, asked for everything in cash ( from his odd jobs ) and paid for everything in cash. it wasnāt until an unlucky night where he was caught and placed under arrest ( at the wrong place, at the wrong time ).
he sat in the holding cell before he was suddenly moved into the interrogation room where he knew that something was up. they found out who he was, panic started in seojunās mind as he knew that if he was caught...it meant death. he could go to jail but that wasnāt what he was worried about, even if he went to jail, heād die in there before ever seeing the light of day again.
seojunās leg bounced nervously as he awaited for whoever it was coming to get him to walk through the door. it was unusual for seojun to feel anything but apathy, if there was any emotion he felt at all yet just being in an interrogation room and the thought of impending death was enough to get him anxious and riled up. lost in his own thoughts, seojun didnāt hear the steps approaching the door nor the door opening.
it wasnāt until the harsh screech of metal on concrete startled him and his head snapped up to come face to face with a sharply dressed male. too sharp...heās too calm, seojun cautiously looked over the elder. he surveyed the other as they surveyed him, who was this man? he certainly wasnāt interpol, not with that behavior but he could be wrong. his lips pulled taut as he awaited for the other to introduce himself yet no introduction came.
a simple,Ā āare you looking for a way to get out?ā was the question asked and that had seojunās attention. a shallow nod, desperation lingering in his gaze...he wanted out, no more running, no more fighting to survive. an out....but was that even possible for a man trained to do the governmentās dirty work??Ā opening his mouth to question the other, he was cut off when the gentleman spoke up again with clear instructions and all seojun had to do was comply.
complying...that was what he did best. following orders is what he was great at. no issues....seojun just listened and once the gentleman was done, the cuffs that linked him to the metal table was undone and redone as the gentleman grabbed him by the elbow and guided him towards the exit. a brief exchange between the suited male and the police, seojun was being escorted out of the station and into a rather luxuriousĀ car.
who were these people and why bother breaking out a nobody like him??
seated in the car, the cuffs undone, introductions made and a proposition given -- a proposition too good for seojun to refuse. heād be given a job in the secret service, should he pass the training and testing, working in the shadows ( where heāll never be found ) and be in a position where his skills arenāt going to waste as he rots.
an agreement, a handshake and a ride through london in the underground tram leads seojun to the training grounds for kingsman recruits.
