Herro Everyone

Your father looked at you with a doubtful gaze, but it softened as he breathed in, probably thinking about the whole scenario that the two kids in front of him had just explained. You also made a mental note to thank Yixing for putting in a good word for you. He could have let your father think that he did everything, and taken the credit, but you knew he wanted the best for you. He knew how much you had trained, and he knew that your dad was stalling your missions. Therefore, he wanted your dad to to know when to let you go, and give you your chance to prove your worth as a true member of SM.

“I think we should go down and question them” you spoke after a long period of silence, seeing that your father was still in a state of deliberation. “If they came straight here, they know about our location, which means it’s highly likely they know about us”. From the corner of your eye, you saw Yixing nod in agreement as you both waited for the judgement of your father.

“I’ll call Luhan, Kris and Jongdae in to help you guys out, you might need some extra help down there” your father finally said.

You sternly shook your head at that idea. “If we call more people, they’ll become intimidated by our number. Then, they are likely to not even tell us anything. They will also see how many members we have within SM, and we don’t want to give easy hints like that away. They’ve already seen Yixing and I, so have probably started concocting ways of getting themselves out and defeating us with our weak areas. We don’t need any more members being involved in this for the moment.”

Your father looked at you with what seemed like an element of surprise glinting in his eyes, but before you could try to read him, he looked away abruptly and mumbled out his thoughts.

“Hmmm… off you go then…” It took you a while to realize he had actually given you permission to leave and had agreed with your idea. It was Yixing who finally pulled you out of your trance.

“Y/N…Y/N!!!” he tugged on your hand. “Come on, let’s go!”

The both of you walked out of your father’s office and walked down the dimly lit corridor into the armory to pick up some blades. Although Yixing had stripped the two males of all visible weapons, you wanted to be sure, just in case they were secretly armed. You thanked Yixing for the earlier interjection and how he praised you, but he simply smiled and brushed it off like it was nothing, before leading you out of the armory and into another room. Yixing closed the door behind him. The interior of the room was painted a blood red and within it, there was a large steel door with a secure lock and fingerprint recognition. You were just about to place your finger on the sensitive touch screen when Yixing stopped you.

“Unfortunately, this is the one place that you’re not authorized to open yet. It will not recognize your fingerprint, and you will trigger the alarm.” You stopped and looked in awe at Yixing, trying to get your head around what he was telling you.

“Huh? You mean to say to me…. that my father doesn’t trust me enough to oversee the prison cell?” You questioned Yixing in a slightly ruder tone than you were planning. He looked slightly upset, but nevertheless, he continued.

“No, he just didn’t want you accidentally seeing some of the people, or things, that we kept down there.” He paused waiting for you to say something, but when you didn’t, he continued. “When you first came here, you were quite young, and he didn’t want you stumbling into places that would possibly scar you or make you afraid of the life that you would inevitably have to pursue in the future. I’m only telling you this now because I feel like you’re mature enough to handle it, but it was for your own safety Y/N”

With the revelation of what Yixing just told you, your mind flashed back to the first time you ever found out about this world.

~ Flashback ~

“Daddy, I don’t want to stay at home on my own today, I want to come to work with you. I’m alone and I have no one to play with.”  You sulked as your father opened the front door.

After your mum had gone, you spent weekends next door at Tao’s family house whilst your dad went to work. Weekdays after school, you would stay and do your homework with friends. Then, you would walk home and wait for your father, who would return after a few hours. However, on weekends, all you seemed to do was spend the entire day watching your 18-year-old videogame obsessed neighbor, stare at his screen for 12 hours straight. 11-year-old girls were supposed to be having fun and playing with their parents, but clearly, that wasn’t you. Tao and his family had gone on holiday this week, so you would have to spend the weekend home alone.

“No Y/N, my work is too dangerous, and there are funny people there. You won’t like it one bit”

“Pleaseeeeee” you cried even harder, knowing that you would have to spend the whole day on your own doing schoolwork and watching TV before your dad came back in the evening.

You saw your dad sigh and finally give in. “Fine Y/N, but you listen to me okay?” His voice became serious. “You stay in my office, you listen to me, and you do not do anything that someone else tells you to do. You do not leave my office without my permission, and you are not allowed to go anywhere on your own. Is that understood?”

You smiled, wiped you tears and nodded your head as hard and fast as you could.

When you arrived at the big building, your mouth stayed agape, millions of questions running through your mind. However, the most prominent;

“Daddy, you work at a furniture shop? What’s so dangerous about that?” 

You could see your dad sigh as he chose to ignore you and kept pulling you inside. He took you right to the back of the shop, up the stairs to the third floor, and stood in front of a big door. He punched in a code and placed his finger on the scanner, and the door opened. You let out a small “wow” before entering the large, almost warehouse type décor in front of you. He dragged you into his office and closed the door behind you. Before the door even touched the doorframe, you started spewing questions right, left and center, but your dad ignored every one of them until you shut up. From then on, you just accepted the fact that your dad was a cold, reserved man.

~ End of flashback ~

You broke out from your thought chain as you finally realized what your dad had been doing for all these years after your mum died. He had been trying to protect you from this world. He had been trying to steer you away from getting caught up in all this mafia business. He had kept his cold, expressionless demeanor up for 7 years to deter you away from this reality that you so desperately wanted to get yourself involved in. Within those years, you had found out the reason your mother died, the real job your father did and the fact that you wanted to be a part of everything too. You had seen one by one, the new agents training and going on their first missions, wanting to follow in their footsteps and be just like them. He had tried to hold you back from missions and deter you away from everything until he could no longer keep it a separate part of your life. He had eventually given you the job on your 18th birthday, after your continuous pestering, and allowed you to decide yourself. Everything had finally snapped into place with the one explanation Yixing gave you. 

Your father had tried to prevent your fate ending up like your mothers. But you had already made your mind up

You were doing this for her.

“Are you ready?” Yixing asked, with a slight sternness to his voice.

“Always” you replied, confidence taking over your body.

“Where are they? They should be here by now! They’ve been gone for more than 4 hours Chanyeol. Aren’t you even the slightest bit worried? I’ve tried to call them multiple times, but both of their phones go straight to voicemail, I knew that they couldn’t do this. Ugh, I knew they would screw it up. I told you to let me handle this myse - ”

“Can you shut up and let me think for 2 seconds Junmyeon!?” The latter shut his mouth upon seeing his boss raise his voice a little. He sat back down in his chair, hands to his sides, posture open, head facing the window behind Chanyeol as he spoke again. “They must have got caught up with something on the way, or had trouble finding where they had to go. Let’s not jump to any conclusions right at this moment okay? I’ve told them to call us as soon as they finish their mission, so they know what they’re doing.”

Junmyeon scoffed with a stifled laugh as he got up to leave the room. Just as he was about to exit, his boss called his name. Junmyeon spun around to meet him in the eyes, noting how his expression had changed to dark and unwaveringly sincere.  

“What?” his reply was dry and solid.  

“You can drop the little façade now Junmyeon. I know you wanted this mission, and you don’t really care about their safety. I know how much you want to get revenge, but this is not the way you should be going about trying to attain it.”

Junmyeon let out an icy laugh and made sure that Chanyeol could hear the spitefulness in his voice. “You? Park Chanyeol? Out of all people, you’re out here telling me how to, and how not to get revenge? For one second, if I had not known you since the day I met you, I would have almost believed you.” He laughed sarcastically and then changed back to his cold tone of speech. “You just wait and watch what I do to obtain my revenge. No one will ever see what was coming for them. Just wait and watch….” And with those final words he left the small room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Yixing opened the door and walked through the entrance with you following carefully behind him. You could hear chains in the distance, signaling that your captees were still inside, suffering in the absolute boredom and dinginess of the cell. As you made your way down the descending narrow corridor, you tried to start phrasing questions in your head, but to no avail. Everything had turned to mush, and your confidence had plummeted. You gave up and decided to go with the flow once you were facing your prisoners. The narrow length wound and descended even steeper as you treaded down, making sure you didn’t step too quickly and fall over your own feet. You still couldn’t manage to figure out how all of this was able to fit in a furniture store, but you assumed this long descent lead you into a basement of some sort. You weren’t going to spend your energy thinking about that though, because as soon as you snapped out of your thought process, the corridor began to widen, and you found yourself entering the nearest cell. There, you saw the two men, facial features clearly visible now, sitting arms chained, behind their backs, to the wall behind.

You looked the first one on your left up and down, observing his features closely. He was quite dark skinned; his face was very slim with a prominent jawline. His thick lips cast a shadow beneath them on his chin and his cheekbones were somewhat hollow. He had his hair parted in the middle in a dark shade of red. He was quite toned, with long legs and wore a fitted white short sleeved t-shirt. You then noticed the other on the right, who’s head was slightly below the normal level. However, as soon as you looked over to him, he moved his eyes up instantly connecting with yours. His intense gaze locked on you, and for a second it felt like everything outside you had been stripped, like he was looking deep into your very core. It made you feel guilt and remorse, but also a burning passion. You were the first to break contact and examine every inch of his body. He had milky white skin and his hair was undone in a shade of charcoal, falling over his forehead in a slight messy look. As you travelled down his body, you could see his shoulders were considerably wider than the male on the left and his chest looked rock solid. He was wearing a tightly fitted black short sleeved top, and his arms were bare. His legs were short but were made up by his torso. You decided you needed to stop ogling and speak before the they managed to find a way around you. As you opened your mouth to speak, you looked up and saw his eyes still fixed onto yours. You didn’t know why, and was the last thing you wanted to admit, but it made you feel extremely weak, like you had no power. It was a feeling you absolutely hated. Weakness had no definition by your standards, and you had no intention of changing that. You swallowed instinctively and gathered the courage to speak again.

“How did you know where we were?” you demanded, fixing your stance and projecting your voice. Since no reply came from either of them, you cleared your throat and tried again.  

“You clearly knew what you were looking for and you clearly knew where to find it. So, you clearly know who we are and what we do… How?”

You waited for a response, but you didn’t get one. You looked at Yixing, and he nodded. You cocked your head to the side slightly and plastered a smirk onto your face. This was you. This was who you really were.  

“Okay, if you won’t talk…” you pulled out the knife that you had picked up on the way to the cell “I guess you need a little… motivation” you teased, as your smirk took up the rest of your face. You started moving threateningly close to the male on the right and you could see his eyes still locked to yours. So, you grabbed the bull by its horns, and rode it with all control. You stared back at him intensely as you made your way slowly behind him leaning in ever so close to the back of his neck. Your body moved closer until it was pressed right against the back of his chair, face almost touching his. You leaned in closer from behind, bringing you face nearer to his ears and whispered,

“Is this enough motivation?” as you lifted your knife, angled and poised, and placed it on the bare white skin of his neck.

You felt him gulp, but he held himself strong.

You had come onto the wrong guy. He would keep his mouth shut until he was dead. Without shifting position, you quickly glanced over to other male examining every single detail up close.

Beads of sweat on his forehead – he was anxious. A tight clenched jaw – he was retaining his anxiousness to prevent it from showing on his face. Jugular vein prominent – heavy blood flow, signifying a fast heart rate, meaning he was nervous. His face had drained in color. You knew it from the first glance. He was scared. No matter how hard he tried to cover it, fear was radiating from his face, and you noticed instantly. You returned your gaze to your target and applied pressure to your blade. He winced in agony and rattled his chains as blood started to trickle down his neck and fell in drops on the floor. The other male snapped his head in your direction and then to the blood on the floor before screaming

“Let Baekhyun go, you bitch!”.

“Or what?” you replied, smirking and pressing the knife deeper into his neck. You felt the male squirm relentlessly in your firm grasp like a worm being used as bait. Blood was now oozing in a slow stream down his neck, puddling around your feet on the floor.  

“UGH LET HIM GO AND I’LL TALK.” He roared, face red and anger seething. “I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING, JUST DON’T KILL HIM”

You relieved the pressure off the blade and wiped off the blood on the knife on your tank top. You tightly pressed your hand on the gash, stopping the blood flow whilst turning to face the guy who had just shouted at you.

“Seriously though. You didn’t have to shout.”

Junmyeon stormed into his room. He looked at his clock.

14:00.

It had almost been 6 hours since Baekhyun and Jongin had left base, and all he could think about now, was how much trouble everyone would get into with the leader, because of them. He paced back and forth around the room thinking about what he needed to do. His mind flashed back to the conversation with Chanyeol, and how he told him he would get his revenge. Instinctively, he put on his shoes and sneaked out of his room. If he wanted to get anything done right around here, and save his ass from any trouble, he would have to do it himself. He walked down the hallway and made sure to check behind to see if anyone was following before he turned and headed for the exit. He made a phone call once he had left the building.

“Yes… Yes… I have the address with me right now. I’m on my way.” He clambered into his car, shifted it into gear, and drove off.

Half an hour later, he pulled up outside an old house in the middle of the urban city fringe. He checked the address was correct and slowly climbed out of his car. He pushed open the dilapidated gate as it screeched on its rusted iron hinges. Walking down the gravel, he saw something move in the edge of his vision. He stopped dead in his tracks as he turned and saw a black cat scamper through the overgrown lawn. He let out his breath and continued walking up the pathway to the door. He walked up the steps and went to knock on the door, but as his fist collided once, the door let way and swung in. He hesitated momentarily before taking a step inside.

“Hello?” he shouted, waiting for an answer. When he got none, he continued. “I’m here as per your request. My name is Kim Junmyeon… um, we spoke on the phone?”

As soon as he had finished that sentence, the door slammed shut behind him, making his skeleton jump out of his skin. He turned to look back and saw a tall glamorous woman standing proudly in front of him. She wore a tight black jumpsuit which showed off all her curves in the right places. Her boots stretched up to her calf and her hair was slicked back into a French plait. Her face was prominent, like she had a powerful aura to her appearance, and her posture was perfect, vertical and upright. She wore dark red lipstick and her skin was like porcelain. She was undoubtedly beautiful, and when she smiled, Junmyeon had to remind himself to stay alert, otherwise he was at risk of danger.

“Junmyeon my boy” she started sweetly, “is that really the way you should be greeting your mafia leader?.”

“Baekhy- …. WOAH” came the voice behind before crashing through the window and onto the floor in a heap. “Ouch” moaned the body.

“Shut up Jongin! If Chanyeol asks me why I failed this mission, I don’t think he’ll be the slightest bit amused when I tell him I was busted by a double left-footed idiot, who can’t climb through a window without landing in a puddle on the floor”

“Sorry Baek, I just wanted to help” Jongin murmured, still crumpled up in the same position.

Baekhyun scoffed, and turned to resume to trying to find what he was looking for. “Chanyeol said there would be a safe or something, but where exactly could it be…?”

“Have you tried looking in a cupboard or something?” chirped Jongin, finally having regained his posture, now standing on his two feet with his torch out.

“Oh yeah, because I’m trying to find a 7-legged monster” he remarked sarcastically. He continued pacing around the floorboards of the room searching every nook and cranny with his small hand-held torchlight. Jongin had picked something up from one of the shelves and was examining it closely, tapping it at the base expecting something magic to pop out. Baekhyun continued walking over the mahogany floorboards until he abruptly stopped and took a single step back with his left foot. He shifted his weight forward, and then back stepping on two different floorboards.

“Baekhyun, what are you-?” He was cut of with Baekhyun giving him the most aggressive stare. Jongin pursed his lips into a tight thin line and watched as Baekhyun kneeled on all fours and started tapping the two floorboards in question. One produced a hollower sound compared to the other surrounding it.

“Bingo” Baekhyun whispered, as he started feeling the edge of the floorboard. Jongin’s eyes bulged in surprise and he immediately let go of the object in his hand and ran over to Baekhyun and see what he had found. The small box like object landed with a thud on the floor as Baekhyun found the edge of the floorboard and pulled it up finding a large ivory wooden box placed right underneath.

“Do you think the diamonds are in there Baek?” Jongin questioned.

“Well, it’s either that, or something that they don’t want anyone to find. Either way, we’re in luck” Baekhyun answered eyes fixed on the ivory box, which was a stark contrast to everything else dullen in the room. He lifted it out of the small hole with all his strength and placed it on the side, on the more stable flooring situated around it. The box seemed to have no direct opening, no lid, no lock, just a smooth block of white, with a single cube etched out on the top. Confusion struck both men as they tried to figure out how to open the box.

“Maybe it’s controlled by fingerprint?” Jongin suggested, to which Baekhyun shook his head.

“It would need some sort of technological pad or screen for it to be recognized by fingerprint. Also, I don’t think they would invest too much money to protect something which would be equally expensive. That would just be stupid.”

“There must be some other way around it” he paused. “Maybe we should take a picture of it and show Chanyeol, maybe he will have an idea on how to open the box?”

“How would Chanyeol know how to open it?” Baekhyun asked slightly annoyed at how much Jongin was underestimating him right now

Suddenly, they heard a small creak. They both looked up and flashed their lights up to where the sound approximately came from. Baekhyun then scanned the entire room searching for any other sign of movement.

“It must have just been a rat, god knows how many are scuttling through here now. I wouldn’t be surprised at all… this place is disgusting”

Jongin and Baekhyun pulled a face and continued to look at the box.

“He’s the one who told you it would be in some sort of safe or something…”

“Well was it?!” Baekhyun retorted with annoyance

Jongin kept his mouth shut because he knew if he pissed off Baekhyun even more, there would be a risk of him losing his temper and shouting. He didn’t want them to get caught on a mission, so he stayed silent.

“Plus” Baekhyun continued regaining his composure “It would waste a lot of time Jongin, and we never know, if by the time we get a chance to come back here again, the location of the box is still here. Who knows how long we have before this diamond gets sold for a shit load of money”

“Well… if we don’t know how to open it now, then aren’t we wasting our time here and increasing our chances of maybe…oh…I don’t know ...um… GETTING CAUGHT?!”

Bakehyun ignored Jongin’s pessimistic remarks and continued examining the box, running his fingers over the cube like depth carved into it. He felt the sides and then the rest of the upper surface, noting how the inside of the carved structure was smoother than the rest of the ivory. It seemed to have had less exposure or more wear compared to the rest of the box. It seemed as if the cut was fairly new or had been used so much, that the rougher edges had been smoothed down.

It suddenly struck him.

“It’s a lock.”

“What?” Jongin asked still in a muddled state of mind.

“It’s a lock” he repeated, and then he grabbed onto Jongin’s shoulders. “The block, the block, where did you put the block!?” Jongin stared at him with utter confusion before Baekhyun stood up and started looking around. “Where the hell is that object that you were playing around with, not 5 minutes ago?!”

Jongin turned around to face him, suddenly on the same wave of understanding as Baekhyun before stammering. “I dropped it right there on the… floor…” He shone the torchlight at the place where he had let go of the object to find nothing there. He blinked again, but the object was not there. He thought for a while, trying to recall if he had put it in a different place, but no matter how hard he thought, he remembered dropping it on the floor in that exact location. 

Then it hit him.

He immediately looked at the other who was staring right back at him with the same thought running through his head after the disappearance of the small cubed object.

“Someone’s here” they both whispered in unison.

Your alarm pierced through your sleep jolting you up from your bed as you reached to turn it off.

05:30 am.

“Great” you thought. Monday. You sluggishly removed yourself from your bed, grabbing your toothbrush and towel in your room and making your way into the shower. You brushed your teeth and stepped in letting the scalding hot water wash over and clean your skin. You preferred the water to be hot, it gave you a sense of relaxation. After 15 minutes, you were a lot more awake and getting dressed into some black jeans, a black tank top and a black leather jacket. You tied your long hair into a high pony, put on your black combat boots and slipped your phone into your pocket. After grabbing an apple and your car keys, you drove to work.

Just as you parked, you looked at the time

06:40

“Shit” you cursed. You were 10 minutes late. You placed the car in neutral, turned the engine off and bolted through the large silver building plated

‘THE SOFA AND MATTRESS STORE, FOR ALL YOUR SOFA AND MATTRESS NEEDS”

You ran all the way at the back to the fire escape and climbed the stairs to the third floor. You punched in the code outside the black door and placed your finger onto the digital pad. The door opened with a soft click as you scurried inside down the scarcely lit corridor. You ran past 10 doors before you turned left into one where an old man in his 60’s was sitting at his desk, typing something on his computer.

“I know… I know, before you start, yes I am…” you looked at your phone, panting  “14 minutes and” you paused again and the clock changed a minute.. “now 15 minutes late. But I have a good reason… I was on my way here and I – ” Before you could say anymore, you were cut off by the man holding up a hand to your face as a sign for you to stop.

“Y/N, I don’t care about why you’re late, just hurry up and get on with what I told you yesterday.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. You took another deep breath and began blurting out everything you were thinking in your mind.

“Look Dad, have I not shown you how capable I am of going on a mission? I have trained with Yixing, a hundred times. I know his tactics inside out and I’m pretty sure I can knock him off his feet within a matter of seconds. I have completed target practice with Luhan, a hundred times. I know how to shoot, my aim is impeccable, and my knife strike can kill a person in one cut. I have even learned how to defend myself A HUNDRED TIMES, with both my arms tied behind my back, and no weapons at all, absoloutely perfectly! I have proved I am ready to face whatever the criminal world throws at me!!! Can you not just assign me something so I can prove you wrong?”

You waited for what seemed like a decade before your Dad looked up just enough to make eye contact with you.

“Did you do what I told you to do yesterday?” He asked again.

You sighed knowing that he had not listened to a single word you said and how stubborn he could be sometimes.

“No, but like I said I feel like I’m ready to…”

“And that’s why you are not fit enough to go, or even be assigned to any mission”

You looked at him in utter confusion.

“YOU ASKED ME TO CLEAN THE WINDOWS DAD!”

“Well, when you start to learn how to follow orders, I will think about assigning you to your first mission. Now go and clean those windows so well, that I will be able to see my reflection in them”

You groaned outwardly before you stomped out of the room, making your presence known. You made your way into the upstairs utility room to grab a bucket, a cloth, some cleaner and a step ladder before walking into the upstairs lobby and starting to work on the windows.

You were a secret agent (or in training to be one), part of an association mafia called SM. Your dad ran the entire mafia from your secluded location in the roof of a furniture store. This part of your life had always been a secret from the rest of the world. To everyone else, you were a normal student studying for your degree in Criminal Analysis at University. You had friends, but they were all just for show, and you never kept in touch with any of them outside of university. You knew getting too close to people would risk your secret coming to light and that was the last thing you ever wanted. This association meant the world to you, you’d had the family that you’d always wanted, and everything here was just as you imagined it to be. Your mum and dad had met on a secret mission, and you always knew this is what you were born for. After losing your mum whilst she was on a dangerous mission to obtain some illegal weapons, you had made a pact to focus all your attention to the mafia and even changed your degree into researching what people did to prevent people like you, from succeeding. So now, you knew every trick used in the hypothetical book just so you could avoid it. All you needed to do now, was become an agent and go on your first accompanied mission.

Unlike other mafias out there, your association mafia was the hub of all crime. Ranging from drugs, thefts, trafficking… your mafia did it all. However, those were all child’s play.

The main objective of your mafia… Pawning.

You stole valuable goods and objects to sell them on the black market and make a profit. You would then produce drugs in lower class countries and import them here to sell at the top price. Your association was one of the best in the industry, so much so, that the word competition from other mafias didn’t even cause you to blink an eye. You belonged to the top dogs of the game, and you knew it.

You continued cleaning the windows only to hear a loud thud sound. You assumed something had fallen, but all your senses were highly alert and on edge. Suddenly, you turned around, jumped off your step ladder and pressed the spray on the aerosol window cleaner, waving it around frantically in front of you.

“Y/N…STOP… *cough* CAN YOU STOP *cough*, OKAY WE GET IT…ENOUGH NOW…SORRY!”

You immediately took your finger off the aerosol can and stared at the semi-dying figure in front of you. He was wheezing and coughing his guts out with his eyes closed and tears running down his face.

“OMG YIXING! I’M SO SORRY” you cried, dropping everything and running to get him a glass of water. You filled up a whole cup from the lobby water dispenser and held it right near his lips. He took a sip and smiled. You noticed as your face immediately turned annoyed and you splashed the water all over his face. Yixing broke out into a fit of laughter opening his eyes and seeing you standing there all angry and bothered.

“You shouldn’t have fooled me like that Yixing. I honestly thought you got hurt… UGH why did you sneak up on me like that, I could have really caused some damage to your eyes, or even hit you!”

“First rule of being an agent, if you sneak up on someone, always expect the unexpected.” He laughed again, seeing your face lighten up a little.

It was no lie, Yixing made you smile, and you appreciated his company a lot. The other members of the mafia were really close to you as well, but none of them joked around with you as much as Yixing did. He made waiting to go on missions worthwhile and would always teach you small things that you weren’t supposed to know. He would sometimes sneak you out on small missions to steal moderately valuable items and bring you back unnoticed. You loved hanging around with him, and it wouldn’t be crazy to admit if you started to develop any feelings for him. The way his dimples showed when he smiled, his soft tousled hair, and his incredibly defined body. But, to keep things simple and less complicated, you just appreciated him a lot as someone who cared for you and as a good friend.

“Say, Yixing, I heard a loud thud earlier in one of the rooms… was that you? Did you fall or something?”

“No Y/N. You’ve been on your own on this floor with boss. Luhan and I just came back from a mission, and the rest of the members have today off. You’ve been the only one on this floor for all I know…”

Panic sprinted up and down your spine as you dashed out of the lobby making your way towards the storage room. Yixing darted behind you following where you were going. He seemed to have caught onto what you thought was happening, so ran after you.

You peered in the small glass portion of the storage room door which was locked. You almost had a heart attack when you noticed the passing of a beam of light in the room. You slowly turned to Yixing who had seen the same thing you had, and you both nodded at each other in unison without saying a word. You carefully unlocked the door with your fingerprint, hearing a small click to signify that it was open. You didn’t walk in immediately, but stayed silent to see if you could hear any conversation, and without a doubt, you could hear two male voices, sounding around middle 20’s.

“Do you think the diamonds are in there Baek?” a male questioned.

“Well, it’s either that, or something that the they don’t want anyone to find. Either way, we’re in luck”

Your heart leapt out of your chest knowing exactly what was going on. You became increasingly worried and scanned the storage room for any weapons since all of yours were in the armory. You glanced at Yixing who held his hand up, palms towards you, signaling that he didn’t have any on him either. Of course, he must have de-weaponized himself after completing the mission. You motioned for him to stay as you decided to go in.

You used the small fragments of light from the torches of the intruders to silently make your way into the shadows of the storage room. You desperately continued to look for something to defend yourself with because even though you knew you could win against these intruders with both your hands tied, you didn’t know how dangerous they were. Without knowing that, you had to be cautious. Whilst looking for a weapon, your eyes perused over the room, almost missing something crucial. The key to the box! It was lying there right at the back of the room. You mentally cursed, but pinched yourself, starting the process of creeping towards the back of the room to go get the key.

“Maybe it’s controlled by fingerprint?” One of the men suggested.

“It would need some sort of technological pad or screen for it to be recognized by fingerprint. Also, I don’t think they would invest too much money to protect something which would be equally expensive. That would just be stupid.”

You were almost half way through the storage room, but for you to grab the key unnoticed, you would have to move faster than this. You shifted swiftly through the old unused objects, hiding behind each one for protection. As you stepped out to move closer from a chest of old drawers, a floorboard creaked excruciatingly below you, causing you hold your breath and rapidly duck behind the drawers again. Almost as soon as you had, the flashlights shone exactly in your direction, pinpointing the chest of draws in the torchlight. You remained completely stiff not daring to even let your breath out. When the torchlight shifted its focus off the furniture you were hiding behind, you quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

“It must have just been a rat, god knows how many are scuttling through here now. I wouldn’t be surprised at all… this place is disgusting” One of them muttered loud enough for you to hear.

You continued to venture through the room, making your way stealthily behind the two men as they continued their conversation. You slowly bent over and picked up the small cube that was the key. You thought about making your way out as soon as possible, but then an idea struck you, you smirked and sat down on the small bedside table positioned near an old armoire.

“It’s a lock.” One of them stated calmly.

“What?”

“It’s a lock” he repeated, and then he grabbed onto the other man’s shoulders. “The block, the block, where did you put the block!?” He got up frantically and started looking around. “Where the hell is that object that you were playing around with, not 5 minutes ago?!”

The other man seemed to finally understand what was going on and replied.

“I dropped it right there on the… floor…” he shone his torchlight to where you had just picked the key up from the floor

After a long pause, both looked at each other in unison and whispered,

“Someone’s here”

You got up and started clapping. Both their lights focused to you in an instant blinding you momentarily before you quickly adjusted to look them in the faces holding the cube up to your eye level. You decided to tease them and spoke with a voice laced with triumph and venom.

“Is this what you were looking for boys?”

Ahhhhh, okay so that was the first chapter!!!!