Believer 22 || 707 x Reader

T h r e e

It was a long drive from Mint Eye HQ to Bimil HQ, so [Y/N] had plenty of time to herself. She quickly grew anxious in the silence, so she switched on the radio. The soft music calmed her nerves and she allowed her thoughts to drift to the past four years, the happiest of her life. She'd hardly ever left the Mint Eye in those years, and even on the few occasions she did leave, it was never very far. The Mint Eye was the first real home she'd ever known and she was nervous to leave it behind, even if it would only be for a few days.

In the past four years, she'd bloomed into a stronger person than she'd ever been back in the
States. She'd been initiated and had proven herself exceptionally loyal to Savior by not needing to take very many of the elixirs at all. She'd declared herself an individual by dying the bottom of her long mane of hair purple, but leaving the top half [H/C]. She'd grown accustomed to speaking Korean all the time. She'd undergone physical and mental training to help prepare for Magenta. And yet, through it all, she'd been under the protection of her Savior and the guidance of Saeran. Sure, she wanted the position of a Disciple and all the responsibilities that came with it, but was she ready?

[Y/N] shook off the thoughts that clouded her brain. She needed to focus on her mission. She needed to be brave. She needed to be strong. If she failed the mission... No. She could not, would not fail. Not now. She couldn't let down the only real family she'd ever known.

But what about Louisa? What about everything she ever--

"Shut up," she told herself aloud. She felt ridiculous for having to argue with her own conscience. She felt a headache coming on and she sighed.

It'll all be over soon.

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Upon arrival, [Y/N] zipped up her hoodie and shoved her hands deep into her pockets. She wasn't expecting it to be that much colder in this city. Well, if you can call it that, she thought as she looked around at the almost barren land. The place was empty except for a few small run-down buildings and shacks. She shivered and forced herself to take a hand out of her pocket. She looked at the smudged print written in black ink on her hand and set off to find her destination.

It didn't take long. After a few minutes of walking, [Y/N] found herself standing in front of one of the smaller buildings in the area.

This is it? This is the infamous Bimil? There was a faded sign above the door that read 보험. Insurance.

Clever, she thought, they chose something no one in this area would ever think to get. She took a breath and stepped inside.

It wasn't too much warmer inside the small building than it was outside. The only things in the tiny lobby were some plastic chairs and a desk where a bored-looking woman sat watching an American drama on a two-decade-old television. She didn't even bother to look up when monotonously saying, "I'm sorry, miss, the boss isn't seeing anyone today. But please feel free to visit another company or whatever. I don't care."

"Oh, but ma'am, I believe your boss was expecting me. You see, I've recently been hired. This is Bimil, is it not?" [Y/N] said cooly.

The woman paused her show and sighed irritably. "Of course. Agent 22, was it? Let me call Vanderwood."

[Y/N] was surprised at how loose security was at Bimil. It must be because it's so hard to track down in the first place, she supposed. She sat on one of the plastic chairs and waited in awkward silence. The woman picked up a telephone and simply said "Agent 22 has arrived," before promptly hanging up.

The woman resumed her show and [Y/N] continued to sit. She bounced her knee in anticipation and her eyes darted around the room. Her hands sat folded in her lap to keep them from fidgeting. After a while, a door which she hadn't paid much mind to swung open. A man in a black coat stepped out and stared at her. It got very uncomfortable very soon.