Clandestine

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

After tons of bickering in the parking lot, Doyoung followed Miyeong into a huge mansion. Huge might be an understatement as well. It was gigantic. It stood elegantly with an automatic gate and an eye scanner. Not to mention the beautiful colonial style it had. It sites near the hills but isn't far from the city, he was amazed over the fact that something like this was just in the outskirts of Seoul.

Doyoung shifted in his seat on the comfy Audi Spyder that Miyeong drove. They didn't talk for the majority of the car ride. Still, wondering why she wanted to bring her here.

They got off the car and Miyeong signaled him to follow her into the mansion. Doyoung confirmed to himself that Miyeong is indeed rich. He grew curious about what secret that Miyeong hides.

Miyeong tossed the keys to Sungchan, their vehicle handler, and as well a known assassin, "Call everyone for a meeting."

Sungchan only nodded in response and fished out his phone. Miyeong and Doyoung walked into a foyer that screamed royalty and power. They were greeted by tons of maids and even men that he supposed were her bodyguards.

"Miyeong." A baritone voice called out.

Miyeong turned her head to the guy and hugged him, "I'm fine, Tyong."

Taeyong's eyes wandered over the guy. He stood there awkwardly and didn't even flinch at all, he was staring at them confusedly. Taeyong broke off the hug and signaled about the guy to Miyeong. Miyeong's answer was to wait for the meeting.

Miyeong walked to a secret door within the walls of the mansion, Doyoung was surprised with what she did. It's like Narnia inside her house.

"So who do you work for?" Miyeong asked.

Doyoung flinched and turned around to meet the girl's hooded eyes. It sinks into him that Miyeong didn't just let him go. It had a purpose as to why the girl kept him instead of killing him.

"I'm in College, Miyeong. I don't work." He said.

She chuckled, Doyoung looked at her with a confused look. He swallowed his saliva and seemed like he feared her.

Miyeong took out a small knife, playing it around to her delicate hands. Doyoung's eyes shook as she spun it on her pointer finger while growing close to him. He stepped back, afraid of what she might do to him.

On the other hand, Miyeong knew it was either he was curious, too surprised or he came here with a motive so he accepted her invitation, even though he bickered.

He has motives and will lie about it. She took a mental note of how Doyoung hated awkward situations, likes to shout at people, and most definitely, is scared of her so she can use it to her advantage.

Miyeong wasn't stupid and neither was Taeyong. The two even acted out the scene earlier to see if Doyoung would make a reaction to it and if he would remember him. And there was a reaction indeed.

It felt like the room was closing in the two. Doyoung's sweat tripled down his nose and cheeks. Miyeong leaned in even closer to hear and feel his breath on her. An inch away from each other, Doyoung already felt the wall behind him and mentally cursed himself.

She slightly lifted the knife in her hands to try and scare him, but she pierced it into the wall instead. A small cut on the helix was visible and dropped down blood on his white shirt. She smirked, while Doyoung tried to breathe. He wasn't scared at all, he was just trying to be scared with a knife in her hand.

Doyoung didn't flinch, trying to assess what happened and how the hell did the woman made her so nervous. She slowly lifted his shirt, revealing the gun that he had earlier. Miyeong grabbed the gun and pointed it at his forehead.

"You may fool anyone in this world, Kim Doyoung but never me," she said, staring into Doyoung's eyes. She chuckled lightly and got the knife from the wall.

Miyeong moved closer to his ear, "Clean your ear, someone will come to you afterward and join our little meeting." she softly spoke.

She walked away from the said office, leaving Doyoung surprised. He never thought that she would catch up quickly at his scheme. 

Doyoung dusted up his white shirt that had bloodstains on the shoulder part. 

'I'm most definitely fucked.' Doyoung thought.