"When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."
This was the second message which Taehyung had sent me. After reading it, I couldn't understand whether to cry or laugh. Taehyung is quoting Shakespeare?
Mr. Namjoon placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Taehyung hasn't lost his mind. Someone else is sending these".
" That makes it all the more worse ", I protested, " It implies that someone already knows that he's been sending us information or worse, they did something to him and are then using his communication chip to threaten us".
Mr. Namjoon did not reply.
But the next text that I received, made me loose it.
"èla edó", it said.
" It sounds all Greek to me", I said dropping down on the chair opposite to Mr. Namjoon in his office.
He raised his eyebrows. "Does it?", he asked. " It sounds Greek to me too. As far as I know, it will sound Greek to anybody reading it".
He smiled seeing my confused face. "It's written in Greek, Y/N. It stands for 'come here'".
My heart skipped a beat. It took me sometime to get a clear view through the dust that the events have raised up during their speedy course.
" I'm going over", I said, my voice decisively firm.
"Pardon? You are telling me that you want to go over to Mr. Hoon's residence when you know very well that Taehyung has landed in some serious trouble there? They wouldn't let you in, in the first place".
" They will", I said, passing over today's newspaper to him.
He read the column which I had highlighted, then glanced up, obviously bewildered.
The headline ran thus:
Urgent vacancy at Prime Minister's office.
Owing to the unexpected resignation of our previous compiler, we are extending our appeal for a new candidate for compiling the details of Mr. Hoon's pre-election campaigns. Candidates appealing for the post must be post graduates with typing experience of..... etc etc.
"Taehyung resigned? " Mr. Namjoon asked, his voice trembling.
"Apparently yes. Indeed I should say, they are preparing a trap for us. Our only way now is to stumble into their trap for the moment, as that's the only way we can save Taehyung. I'll be going there".
" You are not", Mr Namjoon fired back. "You don't even have a goddamned martial training. I'm not sending you there".
" Then do you have any other back up plans to ensure Taehyung's security? " I questioned being stubborn.
He didn't reply.
"I know you don't. You'll never have. The sole reason being the fact that this ENTIRE MISSION IS ILLEGAL! ", my voice rang through his cabin louder than I had expected.
" How do you even know? "
I couldn't help supress a smile. "So you thought that you can use me as a puppet without me ever seeing through your plans? In your desperate attempt at saving the NIS, you didn't even hesitate while putting your agent's life in danger. I'm very well aware that no one else, except us knows about this mission, not even the President. That's the only reason you can't send help to Taehyung. Mind it Sir, if you don't allow me to go there, I won't be able to ensure the privacy of this mission ". Tears brimmed my eyes. But they didn't overflow. I had to endure a lot of pain since I was a child and I was used to holding back my tears.
" It's useless arguing with you", he drew a deep breath. "Go downstairs for your post mission health check up. You'll be leaving tomorrow".
Good, I thought. I have lost many of my loved ones, and I wasn't going to let the same happen with Taehyung.
" Scars
some light, some dark,
and when you touch them
some prick like thorns of rose,
while some cut you deep
like shards of double edged swords. "
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Fanfiction[𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍] In a desperate bid to re-elect the President, the NIS sents Kim Taehyung, an undercover agent, on a mission to collect evidences for a scathing denunciation of the rival candidate's career. Things went as planned, until Y/N, an e...
