Secretly, Really

Three

He was skilled, even after months of being inactive. All of the props were damaged or mangled in such a way that it can not be used again.

Ryuhwan could feel the competitiveness in him coming up. He was able to do this after one month, but his injuries were nothing compared to Haerang's. And his rival was able to do it in two months.

He wants blood. Right now. He stepped forward, and before Haerang could take another breath, he attacked.

With a right hook blocked by his arm, Haerang winced, but slowly began to laugh. At first it was a silent chuckle, and then it developed to a blood thirsty laugh that chilled the NIS agents outside to the bone. As soon as one of the captains attempt to go in, Chief Seo blocked them calmly. "Let them be." He ordered.

"B-but, Chief! They are going to kill eachother!" One of the agents protested.

Seo Soohyuk glared at the agent. "This is exactly why you are not higher in the food chain, kid."

Back to the fight, Haerang has a leg around Ryuhwan's waist, but Ryuhwan twisted one of Haerang's arm around, the cracking sounds loud in the training room. They pushed eachother apart, and rushed back with fists blazing.

To people outside, it looks like a dance-but it has no grace, no pattern, no predictability. To them, it feels exhilarating.

They tightened their fists on each other's arms. They were locked in position- Haerang can't pushed down Ryuhwan, and he couldn't move.

The door opened with slow clapping sounds. "Good job boys." Seo Soohyuk clapped slowly, carrying with him a few thick files. They eyed it with interest, but quickly pretended to ignore it. It looks pretty important,

Haerang relaxed with a huff, and plopped down on the floor. He rolled up his training pants, and unwrapped his knee brace. "Aish, this thing is so annoying. " he complained. He folded his arms under his head, and stretched comfortably.

"Then don't wear it." Ryuhwan replied dryly.

Haerang snorted. "Well, thank you so much, Cap."

With a flick of his hand, Soohyuk distributed their files. "These will be your covers. We have decided that you guys are well off enough to live on your own. However, I will check up on you every few weeks to 'see if you are fitting in.'" He quoted with his fingers.

Haejin flipped over his file, and frowned. "Chief, why am I going back to the village?" He questioned. "Is Captain also going back?"

Ryuhwan opened his file silently, and shifted through the papers. There's nothing similar between him and Haejin, only that they live a few miles away from each other. "Aniyo, Haejin-ya." He smiled softly at the lost looking boy.

"Play your role well, kid." Haerang smirked. At least he is going in the industries.

The files were soon lighted up in fire, the papers crinkling and smoke rising up in the air.

Kim Soohyun, 23, male, youngest psychologist in history, asked for long time leave because of family problems.

Kim Minsoo, 23, male, trainee in JME, asked for long leave because of car accident injury.

Lee Haejin, 19, male, adopted brother of Kim Minsoo, hight school student, part time worker at a convenience store.

In his black jacket, black pants, and dark beanie, he stood on the rooftop. It is the middle of the night, and the streets are empty and cold. He just wanted to see if the people in his village are doing well.

Dooseok, according to the gossip around the ladies, have passed the exam, and now is one of the nicer officers in central Seoul. What Ryuhwan sees is still the guy that tried to teach him to fight, and taken a fight for him. He still looks like the quick tempered son of the old lady.