Yang Jungwon once worked in a secret agency called Vesselsoft, believing he'd be saving lives and making differences. However, certain events led him to ultimately walk away, never to look back.
Two years later, he is brought back into the game to h...
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The unusual tension in his body refused to leave him. Well, “unusual” wasn’t the best term since it was normal for his muscles to tense up especially after missions.
But right now, Jay was antsy - the male couldn’t sit still, nerves in his body buzzing with an unexplainable adrenaline. Maybe he needed to let off some steam. The previous interrogation was a bit vexing on his part, and if Heeseung didn’t hold him back, he probably would have disfigured the target’s face.
He was filled with tension after that, and he was still filled with it after waking up.
As he relentlessly punched the punching bag that hung in one of the areas of the training center, sweat dripped from his bangs and trailed between his furrowed eyebrows. His punches were stronger than usual, little grunts escaping his lips.
“Go easy on the bag, man.” Sunghoon lightly chuckles as finishes sipping from his bottle.
Jay lands one last punch before huffing out, “I am.”
“What’s up?” Heeseung says, taking a seat on the bench next to Sunghoon, “You seem preoccupied.”
Jay hums nonchalantly, adjusting the bandages that wrapped around his fists. “It’s nothing.” he replies, readying himself to punch the bag again.
As he starts training again, Sunghoon looks at eldest with a knowing look, to which the elder responds with a nod and light chuckle. He stands up, going towards Jay and stopping the bag from swaying.
He tilts his head to peer at Jay, flashing a small smile, “Come on, Jay. We know you too well. What’s wrong?”
Sunghoon sing-songs, “You’re not usually this high-strung.”
Jay’s jaw clenches, and Heeseung knows better to not push the former when he’s stressed. So, he returns to the bench and pats Sunghoon’s back as if telling him to pull back as well. With a warm smile, the eldest agent says, “Why don’t we head for the target range? It’s been a while since we went, don’t you think?”
At that, Jay stops punching the bag and turns to face the two, “Fine.”
The three agents then walk towards the inner part of the training center and enter a particular sound-proof room. There, they put on the necessary equipment and select a gun each from the weapon rack. They press a button on each of their shooting booths, and soon, they each have moving targets bustling about in the range.
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