A mysterious thief grabs hold of one-half of an ancient artifact that threatens the lives of the wizarding community. Byulyi, a magical law enforcer bands together with Jungkook, her mentee, and Jin, a peculiar time-traveling wizard, to collect piec...
Other cities, like Gwangju, had afternoon skies like bright sunshine. Daegu decided to rain.
As Yoongi carefully turned a corner, the neighborhood changed considerably. Gone were the mom-and-pop shops that sold jjajangmyeon and the salon that gave you a haircut with a side of gossip. Nope. This place boasted high-priced beef and buzz among the social elite. The houses were in an Italianate style, where residents surely had the money to vacation at Tuscan wineries. As a senior high schooler living with his parents in a small rented house, Yoongi could only imagine a life like that.
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Once he reached Gate A, Yoongi turned off the engine and ran to take shelter under the small overhang of the guard house. It did little to save him and he felt the cold run down his back.
"A-hem," Yoongi cleared his throat.
The security guard flipped through a magazine and ignored Yoongi.
"A-hem. Delivery for Park An-dee," said Yoongi as looked at his rider app.
The security guard sighed. The kind of sigh that said, he had better things to do, like ogle at the scantily clad women in his magazine. He looked up and tilted his head once. "Second house on the left. The one with the ginkgo tree."
The house mentioned was a swerving drive up a hill. Before Yoongi could hop on his motorcycle, the man stopped him. "Hey, kid! No outside vehicles on the property!"
"Mwo-ya?! But it's up a hill!" Yoongi could not believe the man.
The security guard shrugged. "Not my problem!"
It was a long jog under the rain and his socks were drenched once he pressed the doorbell to the mansion. Not a moment too soon, the door opened and Yoongi was greeted with a scowl. The customer was a teenager who looked younger than him and scanned Yoongi from head to toe.
"Park An-dee? Your order," Yoongi handed the takeaway.
"It's Andy Park," the customer answered in English. His words had zero lilts of a Korean accent. "What took you so long? Uh. The bag's all wet."
The rain. Duh.
"Uh. The rain," Yoongi replied flatly.
Oh, how he wished his words had his usual biting sarcasm. Now was not the time, especially when there was the potential for a tip.
"Well, you should have driven faster," the teenager snapped.
The customer slammed the door shut; the sound making Yoongi's shoulders jump.
What the fu-.
Knowing that the insolent customer was not going to come back out with an extra tip or even a thank you, Yoongi scrunched up his face and held up a finger.
