Elixir

Chapter 29

27th November, 2017

BTS Dormitory

"Let's call it off for today" Hoseok said wiping the sweat beads off his neck

The dance room was silent and empty again. The members divided themselves to their room, expect for Taehyung who followed Namjoon the moment he mentioned about Helena.

"She's here?" Taehyung asked Namjoon, pulling his sleeve, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You wouldn't have practiced well, Taehyung" the taller guy replied rubbing his face with a napkin, "If I would've told you, you wouldn't be able to concentrate on dance."

Taehyung's eyes widened, "So you knew"

"Everybody knows that you two have something going on."

"Oh shit" Taehyung got up wobbling from the chair he had just rested himself in, "I thought only Jin hyung and Suga hyung knew... How much do you all know?"

Namjoon snapped a flat gaze at him and raised a brow, "That you like her" he said, "And she likes you back. You and Yoongi Hyung had a fight on this too, but somehow we all decided to let you handle it yourself."

Taehyung's tight shoulders relaxed and he sighed.

"We even know that you took her out for a date" Namjoon continued, "Be careful Taehyung, don't expect everything to be safe and easy. She's a spy, there might be eyes on her, and eyes on you. We never know what may go wrong, she'll be here today and gone tomorrow. Don't let your heart sway with her. We have signed up for BigHit with a big restriction, and you dared to break it. The members conferred about this and we concluded that it will be fine for you to be with her, but don't make it destroy your life. Be alert." He blinked at Taehyung and gestured him to go and get ready.

I'm swaying with her already... Tae stood below the shower and let the hot droplets drip down his back. I made her mine, and she made me hers, there's no backing now.

Helena opened her eyes slowly to the footsteps outside her room. She rose from the bed and looked at the time- it was past noon. She quickly dressed up and went in the lobby to check on the boys.

"The photoshoots, yeah" she stammered at the leader, "I- I know."

"So, we hope to see you there" Namjoon said in an uncertain voice, "Hey, are you fine?"

"I don't think I will be able to be there, I mean, I have to go somewhere."

"Alright, take care." Joon bat an assuring eye at her and left the lobby. The boys jumped in the cars and went for the photoshoot for the Japanese single.

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"Is there no other way?" the spy felt her feet shaking uncontrollably on the pale floor tiles, "is surgery necessary?"

"I'm afraid so" Chul replied, displaying some artificial concern, "The tear has increased and it would be very painful later. I recommend immediate surgery."

Helena nodded helplessly and watched the nurses gather around Anva's ward pulling her out on a stretcher. She sat outside on a steel seating with her head in her hands. Teardrops clustered around her eyes and she felt extremely weak. Anva was her family.

"Don't be scared" a new female voice made her stumble and rub off the tears to look up, "I assure you that it will be fine." Dr. Yeong Joo stood next to her with one hand in her pocket and the other on Helena's head. The spy felt warm under the nurturing lady's touch.

"Thank you, Dr. Yeong Joo."

The surgery ended after a long hour and Chul barged out of the operation theatre smiling victoriously at the worried spy.

"You'll be able to talk to her after an hour more." He said, "And she'll be better than before."

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The Head strolled to and fro across his cabin. The disheartening news of losing a clue was burying him in lugubrious thoughts. It was another death. The attacker who was responsible for Anva's injury was found at the bank of Hangang river with blue tongue and rolled up eyes. The IPO investigators concluded after the post-mortem reports that it was a suicide, again.

"And yet we have no clue who these attackers are and who they work for" one of the three senior investigators asserted looking at his feet, "They all carry potassium cyanide capsules with them as an instant sealing of information."

The stout man in suit stopped strolling and glared at the reports on his desk.

"there's one way" he said, making the three other men spark up with hope, "plan an attack."

"And how do we do that sir?" one of the confused men asked

"We'll plan agent M29 for the 'WINGS TOUR FINAL'. We have to be careful in devising this dark strategy- planting our own agent in order to find the main."

The three men looked at each other in with the widest of their eyes.

"Are we sure of the success in this operation?" one of them asked

The Head walked towards them forcefully and said, "It can be either ways- a well-implemented trapping of the villain or a brutal unexpected sacrifice of the agent. Let's hope for the first one."

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Helena sat fuddled, staring at the Head's desk the next day. She was surrounded with the entire operation 129 team, out of which all the agents and investigators began narrating the complete progress of the mission till date. She listened silently the continuous rambling of harsh voices across the huge cabin revealing about how minute was the advancement in the mission. The Head seated in front of everyone, scribbling some pointers in his notepad and looking up only once to gulp some water.

The men finished talking and the aura simmered down only for him to speak. The old man raised himself from his leather chair and cleared his throat, glancing over at the unsteady Agent M29. His voice bounced the opaque glass walls of the cabin as he began explaining the further mission. The spy felt her hands trembling though they were pressed tightly on her laps. what she heard started seeming dreadful...

The Head talked with strained forehead, and a wavering gaze, "The entire mission points at you, Agent M29" he spoke with a punitive seriousness, "we're plotting you for this major task. You need to take dire care of every move, keeping in mind the severity of this plan. One small mistake, and it may lead to a vicious failure- we don't want to lose another agent."