Tales Of The Heart | (G)i-dle

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

I never expected to find myself in this situation, but here I am, standing in a luxurious penthouse suite with the city lights reflecting off the glass windows, casting shadows on the cold marble floors. The faint scent of roses fills the air, a stark contrast to the danger lurking in every corner of this place. I’m Shuhua, an FBI agent, undercover as a close friend to the wife of the notorious mob boss, Shin Soojin.

SOOJIN. The name itself sends a shiver down my spine. At first glance, she’s everything a Mafia boss’s wife shouldn’t be: elegant, poised, graceful—everything about her speaks of innocence and fragility. But I’ve learned the truth over the past few weeks. She’s far from weak.

There’s a sharpness behind her dark eyes, a quiet intensity that belies her soft demeanor. And it’s exactly that which makes my job so damn difficult.

I was sent here to gather intel. The mafia syndicate Soojin’s husband runs is one of the most dangerous, and the FBI needs someone inside. Someone close to her. The plan was simple: get close to her, gain her trust, learn her secrets, and feed the information back to my superiors. That’s all it was supposed to be—until I met her.

I still remember the first time we spoke. She had invited me to her home, under the guise of being a long-lost friend of her husband’s. My cover was solid, and she had no reason to suspect I wasn’t who I claimed to be. I smiled, trying to push away the discomfort in my chest as I walked into her mansion, ready to play the role.

“Shuhua, right?” Her voice was soft, like a silk thread pulling me in. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

I nodded, keeping my face neutral. “I’m honored to meet you, Mrs. Shin.”

She smiled, and for a moment, I almost believed it. That genuine warmth in her expression, the way her eyes softened as she looked at me. I knew it was all a front. She had to know something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t figure out if she suspected me of being an agent or if she simply played her part too well.

Days turned into weeks, and our interactions became more frequent. I’d visit her at the penthouse, pretending to be a confidante, someone who could share in her loneliness. Sooji’s life was suffocating. Her husband was always busy, always distant, and she was left to fill the emptiness with nothing but her thoughts and quiet bitterness.

And then… something started to change.

One evening, we were sitting on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the city below. It was just the two of us, the sound of the wind mixing with the distant hum of traffic. Soojin had poured us both glasses of wine—expensive, of course—and she’d begun to speak in a tone that was unusually candid.

“Do you ever get tired of pretending?” she asked, her voice so quiet I almost thought I misheard her.

I blinked, caught off guard. “Pretending?” I repeated, playing dumb. My instincts told me I needed to stay in control.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned her gaze to the skyline, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her glass. “Sometimes I wonder who I really am anymore. If I’m still that girl from before, or if I’ve become something else entirely—someone who just… plays the role. The loving wife. The perfect hostess. The woman who hides everything behind a smile.”

Her words hit me like a slap, and for a moment, I forgot everything about my mission. Forget the FBI, forget the intel. It was just her, standing in front of me, her vulnerability bleeding through the cracks in her carefully curated facade. It made me feel like a hypocrite. I was pretending too, after all.

“I understand,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could think. “It’s exhausting.”

Her gaze shifted to me, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “You understand better than you think.”

And just like that, I was hooked. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—about her sadness, her loneliness, about the fire I’d seen in her eyes whenever she talked about her husband. It was a dangerous line I was walking. The more I grew close to her, the more I wanted to protect her, even if I wasn’t sure she needed it. Even though I was there to betray her.

One night, everything changed. We were alone again, and I had just finished my usual round of probing questions, trying to dig deeper into her life. But something in her expression shifted. Her hands trembled slightly as she poured more wine, and for the first time, I saw the cracks in her carefully controlled exterior.

“I’ve been watching you, Miss Yeh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I know you’re not just some random friend. You’re here for a reason.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to remain calm. “What are you talking about?”

She smirked, her eyes flashing with something darker. “I know the game, Shuhua. You think I don’t? You think I don’t see the way you’re always observing me? Always digging for something? The way you avoid certain topics? I’ve been married to a man like my husband for far too long to not recognize an agent when I see one.”

I froze. For the first time since this whole mission began, I had no idea what to do. I was caught.

But instead of the fury I expected, she simply stared at me, waiting for my response.

“Why?” I managed to ask, my voice hoarse.

Soojin leaned in closer, her face inches from mine, and in that moment, I thought I saw something else in her eyes—something like pain, but mixed with a dark, dangerous desire. “Because I’m just as trapped as you are,” she whispered. “And I know you’re trying to save me. But the truth is, Shuhua, I’m not the damsel in distress you think I am.”

Before I could react, her lips were on mine.

I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. The kiss was feverish, hungry, and it sparked something inside of me that I hadn’t been expecting. The lines between duty and desire blurred, and I was suddenly lost in the fire of it all. Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, as if she needed to be reminded that she wasn’t the helpless victim everyone thought she was.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, Soojin’s gaze was unreadable.

“We both have secrets, don’t we?” she murmured, her hand brushing a lock of hair from my face. “But the real question is: can we keep lying to each other, or will we finally stop pretending?”

My heart raced. I should have pushed her away, should have reminded myself of my mission. But as I stared into her eyes, the walls I’d built around myself started to crumble.

“I don’t know if I can keep pretending anymore,” I whispered, my voice betraying me.

And just like that, everything changed.

We were no longer adversaries. No longer enemies.

We were two people who were willing to risk everything for a taste of something real—something dangerous, something forbidden.

And in the midst of it all, I realized the truth: I wasn’t the one in control anymore. Neither was she.

We were both trapped in a world of lies, but now… I didn’t care.