Enigma ||Park Jimin||

*2* Cake To a Tough Nut

I know I can do it. But do you know that I can do it?

Y/N's P.O.V-

'I have sent you the inside planning of the dorm. Check it out.' I nodded as the voice from the other side instructed and fixed my eyes on my phone.

'According to the source, the confidential were taken to the dorm just today and it confirmed about those being still inside there. You will find two blue files with 'Task 28' written on it. Those are the birds we are targeting on.'

'Hmm, but Momo, one thing. I just have a regular gun and a knife...with me, perhaps?'

'It's a sneaking mission so you won't really require much. Better if you try to use none unless an emergency comes by, and leave spotless as spotless.'

I parked the car beside a sidewall, far enough to keep it out of distinct vision. Fixing my baggy sweater and jeans, I pulled up my hair into a bun and placed a beanie. Gun secured under the shirt and mini knife covert within the hand band, I unlocked the door and started. The cold breeze momentarily froze my organs, expletive couldn't but stutter out of my mouth. Thank you for being unlucky enough to get a mission assigned on this icy cold night where I was supposed to be sleeping under my cozy blanket right now. Heck, a task it was!

The mask clung to my face tightly. I checked if the earpiece was properly placed in position. Inside, the woman spoke.

'Woozi will be on the line with you from now on. Best of luck.'

'Got it.' I marked my step forward towards the targeted location that stood some meters away from me. The neighborhood was all silent as if no creature dwelled in that whole place. The full moon was a polka dot on the black, peeking out once in a while from behind the evanescent cloud of greys and whites, a mysterious vibe of itself was created and of the surroundings. Not a single person was outside their home, everybody was perhaps dreaming sweet and bitter scenes under their sheets of comfort. It seemed like an all-peace and quiet street. Perfect for some 'specific' categories to live- I thought to myself.

I scanned the way around the two-storied house, looking for some alternative way to go in beside the locked front door. No sooner the cold air blew, and my ears had faintly caught a low creaking sound coming from the upper part of the dorm. I looked following the direction, a smile was ready to get crept on my face. A window was slightly open, the glass jerked due to the wind's harsh fist.

'Waving at me to come in, my window...' Giving the last quick check to feed my mind with relief, I skillfully climbed up towards the window, and jumped inside. With the faint light of the moon, I could barely see anything. So I brought out my night vision. It was a bedroom. Two beds sat side by side against the wall, accompanied by a lot of stuffed dolls by their either side. I never knew gangsters were into stuffed toys. Pretty adorable gangsters they would be!

'Y/N.' as Woozi muttered, without further delay, I got to work. I started searching the room I went into. The room was a little messy. A rusty heavy scent dominated the inside air, it smelled like men. I pushed all the objects and checked out everything to find out the blue shade tainted structures. Getting no result, I went into other rooms, searching through bookshelves, tables, beds, closets, absolutely everywhere but to no avail. There was everything, but not the thing I was looking for.

'Woozi, I can't find it. All that I see are useless household materials, food scraps and clothes. And mess.'

'You are checking properly, right?'