Author's POV:
In a private setting of a comfortable lounge, a weird combination of people were gathered. On the comfortable sofas were spread the famous boy band exhausted, jetlagged and worried. In one corner stood Jade's team, either leaning on the wall or pacing around with light steps, waiting for their leader to finish her private talk. On a single couch sit the pot-bellied chairman of HYBE label, Mr. Bang, sipping on his now cold cup of cappuccino, eye the eccentric duo talking just outside his earshot.
In a secluded corner stood Jade and a heft man dressed in jeans and t-shirt topped with a navy blue leather jacket. Wilson Henry, known as one of the commanders at the secret agency, was in here to handle the current situation on personal basis, being one of the old friend of Bang si Hyuk. His facial features looked soft while Jade's looked defensive.
'You want them to stay at my family home?' Jade asked the commander who just nodded in return.
'Just let them stay in one of your safe house. Why my house?'
'Jade, this is the safest place owing to your father's effort to make this place foolproof, and huge enough to accommodate them.' The commander argued.
'No.' She answered.
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Few hours back, Jade stood infront of the Iron Gate, her fingers tightly clutched around three huge clusters of white tulips, lilies and orchids. Although she prefers bright colors instead of white, she still had chosen this specific color for the bouquets just because So Hyeon loved that color. Her wardrobe was filled with pearl white dresses.
The autumn wind howled in her ears, giving the place more eerie touch, fallen leaves scattered on the ground, crunching with the slightest movement of her feet. She had just landed in Korea an hour ago along with the famous boyband and the first thing she did after dropping the boys at their accommodation was to come here to meet them. She had received the keys for her bike from uncle Chucks, leaving her belongings in his hands at the airport.
Kaden Charles was a middle-aged man with slight stubble beard and always has a kind smile on his lips. He also goes by Chucks in Jade's family, and was personal assistant and somewhat guardian of Jade, had taken care of her his whole life.
She took a deep breath, moved a step forward only to take three back, her knees shaking. She was reminded of the countless times she had gone through the same process, coming here to meet them, to offer them the flowers herself but always failing to cross the threshold, always losing the courage to see them again after taking her time to reach here.
Instead, she reached for the care taker of the land, a fragile old man holding walking stick, asking him the same thing she asked every time she visited, to give the flowers, to which they belong, for whom she bought them. After giving him some more instructions, she rode her bike towards her apartment to rest, a home that sometimes feel too empty to call it home.
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The pale crescent moon shown bright like a silver pendant in the night sky. The night was still young and the distant horns and screeches of the cars could be hear from the towering resident building situated in Hannam-dong, an elite area of Seoul. The hustle and bustle of the main street camouflaged the doldrums of the backstreets.
A six-foot tall figure, dressed in simple cardigan and jeans was crouched in the shadows of the heightened walls, observing the busybodies going in and out of the said building, his face covered with a disposable mask. After observing for a while, he checked his backpack one last time for all the necessities and entered the building, casually walking through the check post and fixed his baseball cap, showing his entrance pass he stole few weeks ago, the routine now drilled in his mind.
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The Concealed Heart || M. Yg
Fanfiction'The one who is afraid to touch someone would be able touch his beloved ones, the one who want to be understood would have the chosen one, but would you be able to reciprocate? To understand your own soulmate, the one with no emotions to show, conce...
