Run Away to The Other Side of The World

Chapter 1: Just for work... right?

It was his first day in university, coming from the states to Korea was a huge shock to him, but he had to. Joshua packed his suitcase into his room, getting no roommate because his work needs to be protected. Shua opened his bag, pulling out his laptop. He grabbed his notepad, placing it and the laptop under his desk in a small cabinet. Shua pulled out a heavy duty lock, sealing the drawer closed.

You see, he isn't a student. He works for an agency in California, finding someone who works for several cartels in the states. He later moved to Korea, still working for the cartels in secret. This is why Joshua is here, hiding himself as a transfer student from the states in order to work for his higher ups.

He pretended to barely understand Korean, though he grew up to the language. Something like this would limit communication and make him less likely to be noticed by anyone. Shua sat back in his chair, interlocking his fingers above his head as he cracked his knuckles. Sitting in one position for thirteen hours really killed his joints. God why couldn't his agency get him in first class? He was just stuck in the middle between two random people. God he probably just could've paid for it himself, he has the cash.

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He pulled out his phone as he left the building for his first day, walking to the university.

The school was large, just about as big as the government building he works in himself. Cherry blossom trees decorated what looked like the main entrance, or at least one of the many. People sat around the base of the trees, most looked like friends catching up. His first thought was about the uniforms. So... Basic. Joshua tightened the tie around his neck, walking towards the school.

Though, just a couple steps in, something stopped him in his tracks.

Alone, sitting under a cherry blossom, was a boy. His hair was black, tied back to a ponytail. Strands of hair covered a part of his face, curling slightly at the ends. A blue band was tied around his forearm. He was a perfect student.

The Perfects were a group of students chosen by the higher ups to represent the school. That's all he knew about them. A group of other perfects soon gathered around him, the boy folding his book and placing it in his bag. Joshua was quickly pulled out of his trance, walking away from the boy without another glance.

Although Jisoo was a high class agent, it was still tricky to find his way around the school. He got strange looks from the others, probably not used to seeing a foreigner. He quickly was ignored by the other kids, just like he hoped for. All he needed to do was blend in for a little while before he found the guy he was looking for.

He eventually wandered into his first class, taking a seat in one of the many chairs littering the auditorium. He knew he didn't have to do anything, the Korean government informed the school of his presence, but he still has to pretend he's busy.

As the lesson started, he didn't pay any attention. He sat at the far corner of the room against the wall so nobody could see what he was working on. He scrolled through a document his agency sent him, showing reports and sightings of the man he was looking for. It also showed several wanted posters and other information. The name, on the other hand, was still unknown. All they had was blurry video footage of him in a gas station in Los Angeles.

Joshua smiled as he recognized the gas station that the man was in. He played his guitar on the street just outside of the place for extra cash when he was just a kid.

His agency already questioned the person working the counter, and he could barely give a distribution of what the man looked like except his height. He looked about six feet tall, maybe taller.

Jisoo did the same thing in every class, sitting in the back of the rooms, reviewing footage of other locations in Korea to find the man, but he was stuck.