Most Hated | k.namjoon

pour up - dean

Since last night, she had hacked into every single luxury hotel's guest information in the south of Busan until she found the lawyer in their system. After all, she still remembered quite a significant amount from her computer engineer university course which she had dropped out from many years ago.

Minah wasn't sure on how exactly she was going to bump into Namjoon. She tried as much as possible to control the situation but the only thing she held no power over was the asassians timing to kill. That part was simply up to luck.

And it just so happened that was the day she gained a little taste of fate being on her side for the first time in a long while.

On the fourth floor, the doors opened and about half a dozen people filed into the lift. She shuffled all the way to the end, holding her tool box in front of her legs so she could put her back flat against the wall.

She could feel someone looking at her, she glanced from the corner of her eyes to the left. Her gaze locked with a tall woman with golden brown hair. Minah continued to look at her until the woman finally gave up and put on her dark shades. Minah tried to suppress her disbelief laugh as she looked at the ground and lowered her cap

Eventually, people began to get off the lift on floors before the twentieth. Soon it was just Minah and the tall woman left, just like she had envisioned in her mind. The woman walked to the middle of the lift, humming to herself as she clicked her platform heel against the marble flooring. Minah pushed herself off the wall and stood besides her. This time she couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she shook her head. The situation was simply too ridiculous.

"You are a walking deception," said Minah.

The woman stopped humming and turned her head to look down at Minah. She slowly lowered her sunglasses down her nose using her index finger.

Minah took off her cap to allow the woman to study her facial features. She didn't show a single sign of amazement upon her face flawlessly painted with expensive makeup.

That demonstrated their skillfulness which made Minah understand why they were so good at blending into society.

"Do I know you, young boy?" the tall woman asked, a teasing smile tugging the corners of her red lips.

Minah puffed out her cheeks, letting her fingers ruffle the back of her short hair. She rolled her eyes at the woman's joke. The taller woman placed her sunglasses in her handbag and folded her arms across her large chest.

"I won the bet, so you better keep your promise and help me out," said Minah, this time her tone was darker.

She looked straight into Namjoon's dead eyes which were the only things he couldn't disguise. A smirk grew upon his face.

"Are you just lucky or am I underestimating your abilities?" he replied, in his normal deep voice.

"The latter and you know that," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "If you don't believe me then let me prove myself and help you with this mission."

He arched a brow, impressed that she knew the reason why he was there. But then he realised, there could be no other reason for him to be in a luxorious hotel dressed as a pretty young woman. He tucked a lock of the long brown wig behind his ear.

Then he opened the Chanel bag, fishing through it's content before taking out a small black car key and a tissue paper. He looked at her then lowered his eyes to her chest, making her look down at herself.

He reached out towards her, making Minah instinctively swat his hand away in one swift movement. She tried not to cringe when the side of her palm collided with his watch.