Game of Kings || NJM

Chapter Four

"Cheers to another successful mission." Haechan yells over the loud music. Raising his glass above his head and clinking with his friends. "Those Kings aren't so scary."

Jaemin laughs at his slightly intoxicated friend, sipping his lemon water while the others drink from their usuals. It was later that night, Team 00 had succeeded in getting Seonwha to his event venue and had no hiccups throughout the day, he was safely back into his apartment.

"Be careful what you say, Haechan." Jeno smirks mischievously, the male barely talks, but when he does it is always a wonderful experience. "They might hear you and visit you when you sleep."

Haechan's face dropped from laughing with a wide smile to stone cold horror. "Now, Now Jeno. Let's not scare him too much, you're not the one that shares a house with him." Renjun remarks, taking another swig from his rum and coke.

Jeno places his drink down, raising his hands in surrender, smirking. The male looks around, uninterested as the conversation turn to Renjun and Haechan arguing about their townhouse that they just moved into.

Jaemin looked down at his friends' drinks, noticing majority of them were finished, except for his. "You're turn, Jeno." He smirks to his closest friend.

"Why me?" He half groans out, letting his puppy side out for his best friend.

"You ditched at Dais." Jaemin smiles. "Your shout."

Jeno hummed out a 'fine' before making his way to the bar. Jaemin watched as he went, making sure he got there safely – whether it was his police instinct or just caring for his friend. Once he knows he made it there, he took this chance to look around, something he did quite often.

Sitting at a VIP table in the corner was a familiar head of crimson hair, straightened down her back. He felt like he was seeing the girl every, even when he wasn't she was stuck in the back of his mind – he felt like he was going insane.

She wasn't smiling, her face was stoic as she spoke to a tall slender man with powder blue hair.

"Why exactly did you give the order to stand down?" Mark asks his older sister, infuriated at her for ruining their plans to assassinate the head of the child trafficking scheme.

The girl swirled her ice around her soda, bubbles rising to the surface. "He was holding two children while one clung to his leg. Killing him would have scarred those children." Alyx says, looking straight into her brother's eyes.

"Alyxandria, he's trafficking children." Mark tightening the grip on his drink, wanting to strangle his sister for her poor judgment call. "They could have been trafficked for all we know."

It was Alyx's turn to hold herself back from blowing up on her brother. "They weren't." she says between gritted teeth.

"What?"

"I said, they weren't." She repeats herself, seeing the angry look on his face turning into a softer frustration. "Those kids were his nieces and nephew, well three out of four of his family, the eldest one works in a coffee shop nearby."

"How do you know all of this?" Mark asks, his hand loosen around the glass, placing it on top of hers.

"I've read every single report and file on those children that are either missing or that have gone into Seonwha's care. I know every single face like its burned in the back if my skull." Alyx explains. "I spent the last few weeks watching his family, learning their patterns. Those children love their uncle."

"What do you suggest we do?" Mark asks, knowing his older sister would struggle to complete an assassination with those children involved.

She smirks. "What do you say we pay a special visit to our target, show him why we have our name."