Stolen Heart

Chapter 2

"You about ready love?"

She glanced over her shoulder to see Hongjoong standing there with fond smile on his face.

"You know I tend to take a bit longer. Care to help me wrap up?"

Y/N turned towards him, bare chested, and holding a long strip of off-white fabric. They were bindings for her chest, meant to hide yet another physical feature to hinder those who would try to figure out their actual identities. She had already all but washed her own scent from her body before placing scent patches, ensuring none of her own scent leaked out. While out on jobs like this, it was easiest and safest to pose as a male, ensuring no one attempted targeting the "weaker" female or tried searching for groups that held a single female, amongst eight other men.

Hongjoong stepped forward, standing right in front of her before taking the wrapping from her hands. He held one end of it against the side of her chest, just beneath her arm pit.

"Hold onto that for me, sweetheart."

She did as she was told, holding the cloth in place against her as he brought the rest of it around and under her other arm, behind her back, and overlapping where he started from. The omega was gentle with his wrapping but firm to flatten out her chest enough to her liking. Tying it off, his eyes finally lifted to meet hers once more, a grin spreading across his lips.

"Better hurry before the others leave without you."

She scoffed, pulling the fitted black shirt over her head, tucking it into the black cargo pants she already wore before tightening the belt around her waist. "You and I both know they wouldn't dare after last time." There was annoyance in her tone but her eyes betrayed her amusement. "Don't worry, I have ideas for worse punishments should they actually leave without me again one day." She smirked, a single sharp canine poking out as she pulled on her black hoodie with dark blue accents, zipping it up most of the way.

She grabbed her mask off the table, techwear of Wooyoung's design. It was a nifty little thing that worked as a voice modulator and allowed them to both increase and decrease the intake of scent in a similar way gas mask would work. It gave them the ability to more easily track a scent or dilute them, so as not to overwhelm themselves.

Before she could put it on though, Joong reached a hand out and placed it over her own, lowering the device. At the same time, his other hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. It was quick but he poured his feelings into that kiss. His hand moved from her neck to cup her face, his thumb gently caressing her soft cheek.

"You'll be safe. I want all of you back in one piece."

Y/N's eyes rimmed red as they locked on his own, a smirk curling the corners of her lips. Her hand fisted into his collar of his shirt, pulling him closer once more, her lips barely a breath away from his.

"Oh captain, my captain, so little faith in me?"

Instead of leaning in for that kiss, she pulled back, and in one smooth motion, slipped the mask on her face. The combination of fabric and pliable metal made for a comfortable mask that covered the bottom half of her face, covering her nose and mouth.

"Don't worry, we won't be mourning anyone tonight, Captain."

While she was the one who spoke, her voice through the modulator came out deeper and more masculine. She watched as he visibly shuddered, the effect of her with a deeper voice evident. It brought a small chuckle from her, a smirk hidden behind the mask.

With that, she turned her back to him and headed out the door to the garage where the others were waiting. She grabbed a small earpiece off of one of the chargers, making sure it was placed well and wouldn't fall out before pulling up her hood, the remainder of her face cast in shadow. As her eyes met Yeosang's, she tipped her head to the side, motioning for him to follow.