Nowhere || Beomjun | yeongyu ||

Chapter 9: Filthy hands

Beomgyu found himself standing awkwardly amidst a small group consisting of Soobin, Kai, and an unfamiliar guy to him who was wooyoung. The room they were in was unlike any he had seen before. Its well-lit interior was adorned with maps spread across the walls, each marked with intricate details that were beyond his comprehension.

Yeonjun, with an air of authority, approached Beomgyu and handed him a sleek black suit. He explained that it was an essential part of the mission, and Beomgyu obediently put it on, feeling the unfamiliar fabric against his skin. He couldn't help but notice that everyone else in the room was dressed differently, sporting tight-fitting black jumpsuits.

As Beomgyu glanced around, he observed that his companions, including Yeonjun, were equipped with an array of weapons. The sight of guns, knives, and other tools of the trade was both intimidating and foreign to him. In contrast, he himself had only been handed a communication device.

Anxiety gripped Beomgyu's heart as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He felt like an outsider, unsure of his role or purpose in this mission. Yeonjun's instructions had been brief, leaving him with more questions than answers. His mind raced with doubts and uncertainties, his nerves on edge.

Wooyoung directed his question towards Yeonjun, "Did you explain everything to him?" His gesture indicated Beomgyu, who appeared utterly clueless about the situation unfolding around him. Yeonjun let out a sigh, acknowledging the lack of clarity, and approached Beomgyu with a sense of purpose. Beomgyu, however, found himself momentarily distracted by Yeonjun's striking appearance. The snug outfit he wore accentuated every contour of his well-defined muscles, and Beomgyu's gaze involuntarily lingered, captivated by the sight. He quickly averted his eyes, conscious of the need to focus on the matter at hand.

Yeonjun carefully placed a gun into the pocket of Beomgyu's pants, his touch sending a shiver down Beomgyu's spine. The electrifying sensation was both unsettling and oddly thrilling. Beomgyu's attention snapped back as Yeonjun began to explain the details of the mission. Beomgyu's role was to assume the guise of a fake bodyguard for their target, Antonio. Yeonjun emphasized the importance of this task, clearly expecting Beomgyu's utmost attention and dedication.

With a swift and efficient motion, Yeonjun produced a fake identity card bearing Beomgyu's photograph and the name "John." Beomgyu's head was spinning as he tried to comprehend the complexity of the situation he was being thrust into. He nodded, indicating his willingness to comply despite his lingering confusion.

"You'll follow Antonio into his secret study," Yeonjun continued, his voice authoritative. Beomgyu strained to absorb the information, his mind racing to keep up. "Notify us of the location as soon as you ascertain it. Once we have the information, we'll take over and you won't have any further responsibilities." Beomgyu nodded once again, his uncertainty still evident.

Yeonjun's tone grew more serious as he outlined the boundaries of Beomgyu's involvement, making it clear that self-defense was the only situation in which he should employ the weapon he now carried. "If things get messy, you stay out of it," Yeonjun instructed firmly, seeking assurance of understanding from Beomgyu. The weight of the mission's gravity settled heavily on Beomgyu's shoulders, and he finally managed to find his voice. "I understand," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of determination and trepidation.

Despite his lingering uncertainty regarding the mission's underlying reason or purpose, Beomgyu refrained from voicing his doubts. Yeonjun had made it abundantly clear that questioning was off-limits in their line of work, and Beomgyu was determined to abide by the rules set before him.

In the midst of this complex situation, Beomgyu discovered a surprising sense of contentment. He couldn't deny that recent interactions with Yeonjun had taken an unexpected turn. Gone were the days of relentless antagonism and snide comments.