𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 || Chuuya x reader ✔️

Chapter 7: A New Lead

What do you plan on doing with him? You texted Chuuya.

We could use him as our way into the mansion—a distraction, dear partner. He sent the message and locked his phone, looking back at you. You took a sip of your drink.

"Let's wait until the dancing panel is filled with people so we can have some fun," Chuuya suggested, looking down at his drink. "Most of the guests are still here; it could still be empty there, you know?" he added.

The man with the gun was still in the bar's room, based on what you deduced from Chuuya's words.

You both had to wait until the man got in there. However, you thought about it, and studying the other room should be the priority after all. You wanted to blend in with the crowd before initiating any risky actions.

"But..." you began, your voice all soft as you moved your hand all over his arm. Chuuya's gaze shot up to yours. For a split second, your act caught him off guard, but he quickly put on the acting mask again. You both still had to get used to being seductively spoken to; it definitely wasn't easy when you wanted to kill one another just the other day.

"I want to have some alone time dancing with you, and there isn't a better time other than now, when it is still empty," you said, your voice all lovely and your eyes ever so tempting.

His eyes were searching your face; he didn't get your message. However, he played along.

You wrapped your arm around his as you both walked your way to the dancing panel room. On the way, Chuuya lightly nudged you and glanced toward some tables. You followed his gaze and saw the man who supposedly had the gun. You had so many questions.

Why did he have a gun?

Was he sent to kill someone? or just some douchebag?

What was Chuuya planning on doing with that information?

Both you and Chuuya knew it was best not to make any scenes and to remain hidden, but how was that supposed to be stealthy when Chuuya was talking about using a guy with a gun?

Finally setting foot in the Dancing Panel Room, it was yet to be filled with dancing crowds. You looked at where the entrance was supposed to be. There were two armed men guarding it. The entrance was a hallway, and there was no door to separate the dancing room from the other parts of the mansion.

Chuuya guided you to the panel, where colored plates change every two seconds as the music played in the background. You placed your hands on his chest and unintentionally touched the bare part of it. He rested his hands on your hips.

There were only the number of people you could count on your fingers dancing on the panel, and a slow song was playing loud enough to drown out your conversations with Chuuya from anyone's hearing.

Chuuya drew your hips in, pulling you so close that you were basically breathing the same air. You rested your head on his shoulder, your nose touching his neck. It was warm. For a second there, an impulsive thought came to your mind.

Kiss his neck..

You kicked that thought so fast it barely registered in your head.

"I wanted to see the place for myself," you explained. "Before we do anything," you mumbled, your warm breath hitting his neck. He was glad you couldn't see his face.

Of all people, he never thought he would get this close to you.

"Well?.. What did you deduce?" He asked, gazing around the place as you both rocked from side to side gently and slowly. You thought for a moment, then explained in mutters. "The fact that the entrance to the rest of the mansion is a hallway has to be a perk for us,"

"How so?" he asked.

"We could see until the far end, so no armed men are going to be surprising us," you reasoned. Chuuya hummed in approval. "What's your plan with that guy?" you asked. You were curious as to how he wanted to handle it. It was new information, so it was understandable that he only revealed it to you when you both entered the mansion.

"When he comes in, he will be a distraction, and so those armed men can be busy with him," he explained. You exhaled, but you let him continue. "No one will be left guarding, as soon as we make it in, no one will question us,"

"Stop with the riddles, what are you..." You persisted, but stopped when Chuuya discreetly slapped your hip. He leaned closer; his lips felt like they were only an inch away from your ear. "Keep it down, you'll get us busted," he whispered, warning you.

It was your sign to not bring it up again.

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Loud laughs echoed from a man who was just entering the room, making both you and Chuuya look toward the source.

It was him. The man with the smuggled gun

Only after two songs was he there, with women swarming over him. Although you knew these women were in it for the money, it still disgusted you.

Chuuya loosened his hold on you; your eyes met him again.

Oh boy, his eyes didn't mean well. You thought, worried.

"Time to put the plan to work," Chuuya mumbled, smiling devilishly. You gripped the neckline of his red velvet tux before he completely let go of you.

"Just what on earth are you planning to do?" You asked, not being able to mask how worried you were.

You weren't worried about him, but about how much racket he was going to pull.

He placed his gloved hands on yours, forcing you to let go. "Sweetheart, could you wait for me over there?" he asked, acting masked, his eyes seductive again. "I'll be back in a minute," he continued.

He was acting, but Sweetheart? That certainly wasn't what you were expecting to hear coming from his mouth.

When you got off the dancing panel, you cast a glance in the direction of the armed men. When they leave, it will be your cue to meet up with Chuuya again.

Except there was a minor issue.

"Hello, little Darling," A man standing next to you called. You heard him but pretended he wasn't speaking to you. However, this was only until he placed his hand on your bare shoulder. You looked at him. He was probably a foot taller, but his build made him appear enormous.

Another whistle came from behind him. He looked at you up and down. Your magic was working, but on the wrong men.

Sure, your advantages had downsides.

You shook his grip and scoffed at him. "Sorry, I'm not interested," you stated flatly. You wanted to go the other way, only to run into another one of them, making a total of three. They were a bunch of jerks, not the type to give you information. It was pointless to try and seduce them.

"Up for some dancing, baby?" the third one seductively asked, guiding your chin to look at his face. You mentally cringed.

You could just kick him in the groin, but that would make a scene. You had to remain calm in order to get out of this situation. "I'm here with someone," you explained, looking up at the man.

"Well, he's not here right now, is he?" One of the two behind you cheerfully stated

They were getting closer, and you had no choice but to squeeze out of their circle. One of them grabbed your hair, causing your bun to fall out. You caught your hair pins before they fell to the ground.

You were pulled close to them again. "He's not here to see it, so why are you fighting against us?" he smugly asked. "Be a man and let go of me," you warned him, your eyes poisonous. When he was certain that they were closing in on you, he let go of your hair.

You hated it; maybe this wasn't the place where seduction would work as a tool.

Maybe Chuuya was right about the dress.