codename: aventurine

002

the clock struck eight when [name] was mindlessly scrolling through mission reports in room 910, which was the room taekjoo was staying in. they had met up earlier in the morning, attempting to discuss possible strategies.

taekjoo touched his mask, trying to find imperfections in it when both of them heard a knock on the door. his eyes strayed from the mirror to [name] finding her sitting passively with one leg crossed over the other. she had her hat and glasses off, her earpiece snug in her ear when she skilfully communicated with various members of her department.

taekjoo raised a brow, hearing a knock at the door when he looked at his wrist watch first before looking over at [name], his tone inquisitive when he asked. "did you order room service?" he turned to face her fully, moving his body to sit facing her.

[name] sent away the holographic screen she was reviewing reports on, her eyes settled on taekjoo. "no, i didn't." she responded, shooting taekjoo an curious look as she tilted her head to the side slightly. her wrist watch lighting up with a notification, as the man who carried the extravagant cart, opened the door.

"room service. may i come in?" a voice belonging to an unfamiliar member of staff stood up the door with a polite bow. [name] rose up from her seat, but taekjoo was already on his feet, blocking the view into his room while he met the man at the door.

taekjoo stood up straight, his face neutral with his sakamoto hiro mask. "i think you've got the wrong room. i never ordered room service." he refused to mention the woman in his room while [name] stood behind him, her presence concealed, however she got a clear view of the attendant.

"someone else ordered it to be sent to room 910." the man politely responded, his hands folded in front of him. his head rose after a moment, and taekjoo pondered on what to do. "it's from the ceo of gazzprom."

[name] sighed, her mind drift back to her reports when the door abruptly closed with a loud creak. the man had left, placing the cart in the middle of the room. her lips settled on a thin line, sighing internally. she should really start paying more attention.

"so, what are you going to do with it?" [name] questioned taekjoo, snapping out of her thoughts. she walked over with a curious expression in her face. her hand extended to take out the note, but taekjoo beat her to it.

"it'll be rude if we refuse, especially since it looks really expensive." he muttered, taking a moment to look at [name]. taekjoo let out a small huff, his face contorting into a comical look of annoyance. "it may be an apology the ceo sent, since he didn't attend the luncheon he organised."

the corner of [name]'s eye crinkled in annoyance, but let him do whatever he wanted. [name] stood by, instead kneeling down to take a look at the other story of the cart. taekjoo opened the note, his eyes widened as he exclaimed out. "watch out. it's a bomb!"

he immediately dropped the note, taking [name]'s wrist roughly and pushing her in front of him while he bolted for the door. [name]'s eyes widened, only taking half a second to process the information. her legs stumbled, her body being uncooperative with her mind, but nonetheless she followed suit.

[name] hand almost pulled the handle of the door before an ear splitting sound pierced the room. the glass exploded, the shards being hurled against the roads below. [name]'s eyes widened, a small curse slipping from her lips.

taekjoo, trying to shield [name] from the explosion fell on toppled over her, his knee digging into her side. she let out a small howl of pain, her head spinning and her vision turning white, the pain of getting a man's knee digging into her ribs making an unpleasant crunching sound.