AGENT | Mark Lee

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"can't believe you gave her a Phantom." Jaemin nagged as the rest sat on resting area, placing both of his hands on his hips as he stared at Haechan and Jeno.

"Phantom is a good gun for beginner plays."

"Yeah, okay. But don't tell her to hold an angle at long range. You know you can't go against long range player with a Phantom."

"You can if you're a good agent." Haechan replied, smiling innocently at the younger one.

Jaemin let out a sigh as he took the girl by the wrist as leading her out the room before entering a new area of the factory which was rebuilt into real gun training area, the one that Seuljae originally had in mind.

Too busy admiring her surroundings, the male took the time to reveal the whole gun collection. The plain black guns appeared as he pulled, neon lights shined their silhouettes, his large hand scattered through as he soon picked one for her first.

"Here, a basic Vandal." He said, handing the weapon to her grip, snapping her out from her thoughts.

"You still have a good aim, you managed to land several hits to me, but not enough to kill me."

She nodded her, understanding what he meant. Her hand held up the gun, closing her left eye, Seuljae aimed at the target.

"Let's try, 5 meters okay?" He informed, pulling down a lever beside him as the target in front of her let out a click before moving away, going to the 5m range.

"Try shooting to the middle."

She replied with a nod as her eyes went to the aim before shooting, pulling the trigger and letting several bullets pierced the target.

To her surprised only three of the bullet managed to hit a full point, the rest scattered up. "Hmm— not bad at least. "

"Vandal is hard to control bu–"

The metal door located deep behind a pile of boxes opened, a loud creaking noise echoed through the room, startling both Jaemin and Seuljae.

Jaemin's eyes went to the rusty door as his eyes widened when he saw their leader entering their hideout through the back door.

"Hyung! Where have you been?" He asked, feet approaching the elder.

The other let out a small grunt as he took off his black cap, ruffing his black hair with his hand before unzipping his black leather jacket, revealing the white t-shirt his wearing underneath.

"Just went to Hwan to discuss several things. They also informed that the police are adding more recru—"

Mark shut up his lips as he made eye contact to the girl standing in front of the target arena. He sighed, eyes went back to the other male standing beside him, giving a glare as the other did the same stoic face.

"Don't. Scold. Her. I invited her here. The rest of the guys agreed as well."

"I told you not to. And I recall telling her to stay away."

The two males were now glaring at each other, Seuljae felt goosebumps as
the two continued to head bumped with each other. The intensed aura between the two made the situation awkward for her.

"I uh— should get– going."

"Good."

"No! Stay! Mark. If Seuljae wants to try training to be an agent, let her. If it's not her passion then she will back out. In the meantime, let her try."

"Jaemin, I know you. You persuaded her, didn't you?"

"Maybe I did. But she agreed to it. " The younger took a step closer to him, his hands started to burn in blue flames as Mark's burnt in red ones.

Seuljae backed away as their flames started to spread through the floor, fighting for a larger territory.

Mark's piercing gaze never left Jaemin's. "Mark Hyung, I know you're worried. I know this part of the world isn't meant for everyone but as long we have each other's back, we're going to be okay."

"We can't be with her at all time Na Jaemin, we practically grew up here. She knows nothing about this life."

"Hyung, didn't you hear her? She used to train. Someone in her life technically knew she has potential and knows about this world."

The blazing blue flames started to dimmed as Jaemin relaxed his fist, his tensed shoulder now slumping down as he let out a sigh. "You said we can't be there for her at all times yet you managed to always be there for us, Hyung. "

"Jaemin,"

"Come on, Hyung. Just like old times but let us help you."

"We don't even know each other well, why are we—"

"Maybe we can get closer by spending together like this." Jaemin replied, his lips curved up as he saw the older groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"Fine. You can stay." He turned to Seuljae, an unpleasant expression was seen yet soften as he headed the younger male cheered next to him, clapping his hands as well.

"I just don't want to argue with you further Jaem. I know I'm going to lose."

"Great. Now help her on to improve aiming. You're a great teacher." Jaemin said, a smirked was formed as he then approached the frighten girl.

"Sorry about that, Seuljae." He flashed a cheeky smile as he rubbed her back, trying to ease her. 

"Now that Mark Hyung is okay, he will supervise you from now."

"What about you?" She asked, silently hoping that he was the one supervising her instead of the other.

"I'm still going to help but Mark is a better teacher than me."

"She clearly wants you to help her Jaem." Mark uttered, taking off his jacket before placing it on top of one of the crates. His dark gaze was still painted on his face as he took a Phantom disk from his pocket.

Effortlessly wield the gun with his hand, Mark aimed to the target before shooting at it, piercing his bullets right to the middle.

Seuljae's eyes widen in admiration, from the previous match– Seuljae knew the leader had a good sense of aim and spray control. Seeing it up close just gave a whole other aura to him.

She heard a chuckle from her side, looking to the other standing beside her with a smirk still visible.

"Show off."