"What do you mean, there's a vehicle outside waiting for me?" The driver shrugs.
"I was just told to bring you to the boss. I apologize for the confusion, but that's all I know." He bows and leads me outside, to where there is, in fact, a fancy car sitting and idling. "Here you are, (y/n)."
"Thank you...?" Sliding into the car, I'm met nose-to-nose with a pair of big, curious eyes. "Oh my God!"
"Hi!"
"Don't get that close, you idiot!"
"Hey! I'm older than you!"
"Not by much!"
"GUYS!" All seven heads whip around to stare at the leader of the bunch, a tiny twenty-something with purple hair. "Remember this thing called personal space? They don't know us. Back. Off."
"Right."
"Of course, Captain."
"Sorry!"
"Um, not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" I ask, and the band of brothers all laugh, then go dead serious. "Am I in any sort of danger?"
"Yes. You are. That's why we," a boy with red hair gestures to the group of them, "are here. To keep you safe from what's coming to this town."
"What's coming?!"
"Sasha! You're scaring them!"
"It's the truth!"
"Who are you?!" You interrupt.
"Ah yes. Introductions. Very helpful," the tallest says, he reminds you of a Golden Retriever. "I'm Xavier Jeong!"
"I'm Captain Harley Kim."
"Sam Park."
"I'm Francis Kang, you can call me Gears though."
"I'm Sasha Choi, sorry for scaring you earlier!"
"Matt Song!"
"I'm Will Jung!"
"Jayden Choi. The youngest."
The eight boys stare at you expectantly, reminding you to introduce yourself (like they don't already know).
"Right! My name is (Y/n)," you shrug your shoulders, adjusting the hood of your sweater to sit properly on your head. "Now can you tell me what you're supposedly rescuing me from?"
"I'll cut to the chase: you have a bounty on your head. We've been hired to protect you," Harley explains. "The bounty was put out by your rival--"
"Terry Kang. I know. The only person to ever consider themselves my rival," you sigh. "I'm literally the head of a fashion company."
"Your designs are amazing," Sasha says quietly, not wanting to be shushed by his captain again.
"There are mafia dealings under your CEO-ship," Sam gently explains. "You may run the fashion side of things, but your finance department head, Mark Lee, is the head of one of the NCT syndicates."
"Mark? The guy who can barely carry a coffee and a piece of paper at the same time? The guy that says "oh my cheesus" when he's surprised? My right-hand finance advisor who doesn't give me more than two feet of space at a time?!"
"He can't multitask?" Jayden asks. "Like really?"
"Seriously! I don't know how he's capable of running a mafia syndicate," you say.
BANG
"It's time for us to go," Harley says, stepping on the gas of the car. Something dents the right side door. "Now! Okay! We're going!"
"Where are we going?!" You ask Xavier, looking hopefully at the puppy-like boy.
"Back to headquarters. Code name: HALAZIA."
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okay hey y'all I've been working on this for a few days now and I finally got to my stopping point :)
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