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Seulgi was playing a Game.

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Neon pink pumps slam against wet tar as a wild Jennie is found sneaking around a site that hosts factories, warehouses and the like. She is a girl possessed, feral eyes quick to react to the slightest of movements as she all but runs towards the different entrances of the many warehouses that are within a close proximity, only to hurry out when she realises that it’s not the right one yet again.

It seems odd for a girl like Jennie—who prides herself in knowing just about everything—to be stuck in such a situation (this ‘situation’ being that she’s lost), but in all actuality, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

(Perhaps not exactly, but mostly.)

Because here is a girl who’s just about to end her wild goose chase with the recruitment of the latest moderator for her games. She had found out about him through hearsays, his name mentioned in passing during one of her recons involving a particularly dangerous criminal. She remembers being bored half to death by the muscular giant, whose record and appearance boasts a challenge, so imagine her surprise when she finds out that he is a walking cliché of a henchman in every children cartoon, one who lives in his mother’s basement and has a brain that’s devolved into the equivalent of an ape.

Imagine her disgust when she finds out that the idiot had gladly went to jail for his boss, as though it’s the highest honour.

(Truly, he is the definition of an idiot.)

But most importantly, imagine her intrigue—the parting of her pink lips into a wicked grin—upon finding out that his boss, the true mastermind behind all the crimes that made her interested in the dimwit, and she suspects more, is up for hire.

Jennie is like a rabid dog who, upon sinking her fangs into a brand new stranger, will never let go until she finds out everything there is to find out about them. So naturally, she begins her research on this Dean character, hacking into every network and obtaining archives of the many criminal organisations for even a trace of him, and what she finds hardly disappoints.

When she’s certain that it’s him she wants as the last addition to her group of moderators, she begins to look into his location, and her mind goes wild with options. Perhaps a seedy apartment room located on the ground floor, or a popular hotel or club used as a front, or a—

Nondescript warehouse, hiding in plain sight. A great plan, because it draws little attention to itself, and the space should be big enough for whatever he intends to do; but annoying as all hell, because all the warehouses look the fucking same, and so that is why Jennie is undeniably lost.

(Perhaps she should’ve gone with the combat boots today.)

Sweaty palms press against the door handle as she enters yet another warehouse, and because she is overcome with pessimism at this point, tired eyes that land on the lone man’s back widen in surprise because him, she’s sure it’s him. Her features adopt their characteristic grin once more, and then her pumps are making a disruptive crack against dry cement that bounces off the walls of the empty warehouse with each step as she saunters towards his direction.

“Hellooooo!” she sings a little too loudly, “you’re the hitman, aren’t you? Dean? Or Hyuk?”

She slows to a stop as she furrows her eyebrows, a quick, “why do you even have two names?” muttered under her breath—for her own ears, but Jennie has never understood the concept of an ‘inner voice’—but she shakes the inconsequential inquiry away and says instead, “anyway, I’m Jennie! I wanna hire you! But it’s not really just one target, it’s many, and I don’t actually know if I need you yet, but— is there a long term thing that you do, or do I have to keep coming back when I need you? Do you have a ‘standby mode’?”

A light giggle bubbles from her chest.

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Wonho had decided he was going to practice his glamour. With all the things that had happened recently, it was time to start making himself stronger, in any way he could. Now he had someone to protect, after all. So of course, this was the logical next step. He had searched the city for places that were isolated, empty, and most importantly, large. And earlier that day he had come upon this abandoned warehouse. It was perfect, although a bit creepy. But it didn’t matter, he knew he could change it to look nicer if that’s what he wanted. He wanted to see how much he could push himself. So he started small, glamouring the area around him into a small meadow. Slowly, he began to build on the illusion, pushing out into the corners of the warehouse.

 A stream, trees, a couple of birds in the trees.... He turned in circles, surveying his work, looking for any imperfection that would make the illusion break. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him, one that wasn’t part of his glamour illusion. The glamour disappeared in an instant, and Wonho whirled towards the sound, heart pounding, ready to try to try to intimidate who ever had caught him. But as his eyes landed on where the sound had come from, he froze. He knew, instinctively, that this person couldn’t be intimidated by illusions. 

Recently, Wonho had made a ton of mistakes. But this.... this one was the worst. The man in front of him now shook him to his core. This person was dangerous, a single look at him and Wonho knew without a doubt that he had to tread carefully. Especially in an area as remote as this.  He tried to hold his ground but....