As the best assassin in the Embassy yearning for another job to do, Lee Nari's newest mission caught her off guard: kill Kim Seokjin.
Killing a wealthy prince of a well known kingdom seemed pretty easy to Lee Nari. But with the prince's protector, J...
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NARI RUBBED her eyes awake as she twists the doorknob to her provided castle bedroom that morning. She yawns, pushing it open as she steps in, her slippers dragging along the polished floor.
"Nari!" A scold comes from across the room, scaring Nari as she flinches in her place. Her tired eyes widen as she sees an anxious looking Jia walking up to her. "You have no clue how worried I was! You should see the amount of messages I left to Jungkook's phone. Where were you last night? Why do you look like a mess? And who's shirt is that?" The girl huffed, pointing at Nari's shirt.
Not only did Jia want to be embraced in the company of Nari last night, but Jia couldn't help but be extremely protective over her despite Nari's ability to protect herself. It was weird, a sense of that feeling of protectiveness came to Jia whenever she was around Nari. Not to mention, they had just broken into the Embassy. What if Nari got kidnapped? What if The Ambassador found her? Jia was an over thinker.
Nari tilts her head, glancing down and grabbing the base of the black t-shirt, slightly pulling it forward to examine it. "It's Jungkook's." Is all Nari says, a tone coming out in such a tired, careless way as she shrugged.
She drags herself to the bed at the end of the room, plopping herself onto it as she let out a long sigh. "What time is it?" Nari mumbled against the sheets, furrowing her eyebrows.
Jia glances at the clock beside her on the wall, sighing as she sets her hands onto her hips. "According to the royals, it's time for breakfast. So get up." Jia sets her fingers on her chin in a thinking manner. She suddenly gasps, making Nari raise an eyebrow as she stared at her.
"I get it now! You were totally banging him during that phone-call! How scandalous of you, Nari." Jia snickered, shaking her head.
Nari groans, stuffing her face into the duvet. "Not my idea." She grumbled, embarrassed as her cheeks turn a faint pink.
Jia jumps onto the bed, sitting herself beside the laying Nari. "Oh, suck it up. It's okay! Besides, would it help if I told you perhaps I'm banging someone at this castle too?" She raises her eyebrows, trying to ease Nari of her embarrassment.
Nari springs up from the bed, sitting up and looking at Jia with wide eyes. "No way." She gasped. "Who is it? Yoongi? Namjoon? Don't tell me you're screwing the King?" Nari's words spilled through her lips, a big smile on her face.
Jia looked at her with wide eyes, instinctively backing away at Nari's aggressive questioning. "Dude, I was joking." Jia held up her hands in such a defensive manner. "They're totally not my type, are you kidding?" She scoffed, chuckling. "Besides, I met the King yesterday."
Nari scoffed a laugh, getting up from the bed. "Since when did you have a type?" She asks, ruffling through her bag for clothes.
"Uh! Since forever?" Jia rebuts. "You better not be calling me easy, because I am anything but that." She huffed.
