In a gritty underworld of crime and deception, Chaeyoung fights to clear her name after being falsely accused. As she seeks justice, fate leads her to an unexpected encounter with a charismatic yet dangerous mafia boss. Torn between her mission and...
It's been 6 months of intense training, pushing myself to the limits every day. I've honed my skills, perfected my aim, and become even more skilled in the art of stealth. The grueling workouts, the tactical drills, the mental preparation – it's all been worth it.
Under Teddy oppa's guidance, I've learned to harness my strength and channel it with precision. Every move, every decision, is calculated. I've become a force to be reckoned with, a formidable member of our organization.
My focus has been unwavering, my determination unyielding. I've been driven by a desire for justice, a need to avenge my parents' deaths. The fire within me burns brighter than ever, and I'm ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
"Chaeyoung, come here." Teddy oppa motion me to come over to him.
I approached Teddy oppa, feeling a mixture of respect and curiosity. He had always been like a mentor to me, guiding me through the intricate world of our unconventional family and our shared endeavors.
"What's going on?" I asked, attentive to his every word.
He leaned in slightly, his voice low but firm. "I've received some information that could lead us to a crucial figure in the underground network. This person has been causing disruptions, and we believe they might be involved in something bigger than we initially thought."
I nodded, taking in the gravity of the situation. Our world was filled with secrets, alliances, and rivalries, and any disturbance had the potential to upset the delicate balance we maintained.
"We need to act quickly, but we also need to be discreet," Teddy oppa continued. "This mission requires someone with your unique skills, Chaeyoung. You've proven yourself time and again, and I believe you're the right person for this job."
I felt a surge of determination. I was ready for this, ready to contribute to our cause and bring those who threatened it to justice. "Tell me what you need, oppa. I'm all in."
"First, here's your new information details, ID and all of other stuffs. Your name now is Rosé." I nodded my head.
"Oh, one more thing, you might want to change a little bit of your appearance, you're not Chaeyoung anymore."
"Right, oppa, thanks." I think I needed to dye my hair. I haven't quite figured out what hair color I should go with, so I'll just go to the market to find some dye bottles.
After some time in the market, i got to the apartment. I saw Mingyu in the sofas while watching some TV shows. He's been kind of missing some of the training, i only saw him when i spar with him, other than that i dont see him. I throw him a bottle of soda that i bought at the market.
"Ya, what are you doing?"
"You'll see," I said while shutting the bathroom door and locking it. I began to dye my hair blonde. I think it suits my style so well. Beside i needed some fresh look after some time.
As I finished dyeing my hair and admired the new color in the mirror, I felt a sense of excitement. It was a fresh start, a new look that would help me blend in and perhaps even leave behind some of the memories that had haunted me. I changed into a simple outfit, opting for a more casual and inconspicuous appearance.
I walk out from the bathroom door and only to make Mingyu mouth wide open.
"How do i look?"
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Min Gyu's eyes widened in surprise as he took in my new blonde hair. He looked utterly stunned, clearly not expecting such a drastic change. After a moment of shock, he managed to find his words.
"Chaeyoung, you look... incredible," he said, a mix of admiration and amazement in his voice.
I smiled, relieved that he liked the new look. "Thanks, Mingyu. I thought it was time for a change."
He nodded, still processing the transformation. "Well, it definitely suits you. You've got that fierce and mysterious vibe going on."
I chuckled at his comment. "Fierce and mysterious, huh? I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should, because it definitely is," he replied with a playful grin.
I smiled as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The blonde hair framed my face in a way that felt refreshing, like shedding an old skin and embracing a new identity. There was a sense of empowerment in this transformation, a symbol of the journey I was about to embark on.
