My Little Psycho [No Plot (KS Fanfic bxb)]

Chapter 1: No Plot

-(MN) Pov-                                            

"(LN), Chief wants to see you A.S.A.P.," my coworker, Frank Rogers, tells me from across the room. 

"Okay, Rogers. Tell her I'm on the way," I reply back. He calls Chief Lillian Porter's office and delivers my message. I grab my badge, phone, shades, and coffee from my desk. I know I'm getting fired-she only calls people to her office to get fired. I've solved every single one of my cases with ease, so why is she calling me to her office? I sigh to myself and start my way throughout the large department to Chief's office. I knock on the door and she answers with a ,"Come in!", from the other side of the wooden door. I twist the door knob and walk onto the white floor tile, bracing myself for the scolding to come.

"Before you yell at me, take my dignity and pride, and throw them in the can, I just want you to know that I have a Starbucks coupon that lets you get any two drinks free and some Hennessy at home that I'm willing to exchange for my job,"

"You're not getting fired, (LN),"  

"I knew it would work," I mumble to myself in triumph.

"I heard that and you never were getting fired. I called you here for a top secret case. What ever you hear in this room stays in this room. If I hear word of what we're about to discuss from anyone else, you're gonna need to add more to your bribe to keep yourself from getting fired and shipped to another country," I gulp. 

"I understand, Ma'am. What's the case on?" I straighten my posture a bit to make myself see less frightened and intimidated by the powerful woman. She chuckles at my noticeable behavior.

"You're just the cutest, aren't you?", she smiles and I blush, "I'll really hate to see you go," she smile turns to a frown. I mirror her expression. "Sit down, (LN). Loosen up," she tells and me and I compile to her command. "So, as you probably heard on the news, people in South Korea are falling victim to mysterious disappearances. There are no traces of them left behind. The government of South Korea called the president last week for one good agent to work on the case with agent #456637891. You'll find out who this agent is when you get to Korea," she slides a thin file into my hand, ",but right now, look through this file." I open up the file to find little to no information!  

"There's almost nothing in here!" we both sigh.

"That's why we need you (MN) (LN), or should I say Kim Yeoung Bok* or Yeongbok for short. Your cover will be as a Korean-American student coming to the country to learn more of the other side of your heritage and to study abroad. You will also have to change your hair to look more Korean," she slid another file into my hand, this one containing information for my cover, a passport, and a plane ticket. "You need to leave for the airport as soon as you walk out of the doors of this department. I love you," she gives me a hug," we'll all miss you," she kisses my forehead.

*Yeoung is pronounced like young, but with a stressed E in front of  -oung.

"You're scaring me Chief. Exactly how long will I be gone?" she pulls away from the hug and sighs while massaging her temples.

"Let's just say that you're not allowed to come back until you solve the case, which could be a long time. We already have your clothing and other essential things from home packed and ready to go in your car. Everyone is under the assumption that you've been fired and it should stay that way." she hugs me once again and makes sure that I have both files in my hand before pushing me towards the door. "Good luck out there, (MN),"

//In South Korea// 

-Sangwoo's Pov-

"Bum, do you know anything about the U.S. government getting involved in with us? Hm?" I question the frail thing. He quivers a little an turns to look at me.

"No. I don't." his black orbs search my own for something.

"Guess what we're going to do about that, Bum?", I walk closer to him, "We're going to keep them from stopping us, aren't we?" I grab his chin tightly and he seems to tip over into the abyss a little before answering.

"Yes." we both smile.

"Good," I reply back. The day continues and that familiar song plays continuously on the radio.

Sometimes we lose our way
They push so we push harder
We regret and we go astray
From the path we need to follow

We lose our plot
We lose our plot
We lose our plot
We lose our plot

There is no plot
There is no plot
There is no plot
There is no plot

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A:N
Okay, so the song at the end-I came up with it. I know that the song that usually play is totally different, but nenernener. If some of you are wondering how Lillian and (MN) are so close, she used to be an orphanage mother and (MN) was at the orphanage for all his life until he was 19 which was when he decided to go to college and get a place of his own which was the same time that Lillian became part of the FBI (You are currently 20. How did you get into the FBI so quickly? You're a prodigy.) Lillian became chief 2 years after joining.