𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝟗.

three

d— 0. 8:47pm.

Woojin stopped the van a block away from the party location. The boys were full of nervous energy, Chan could tell. They were talking to each other calmly, but their feet were tapping and their hands were fidgeting. He looked back to his family from the passenger seat, clearing his throat. They got quiet.

"Listen up, here's tonight's rules," he began. "First, Woojin and Changbin, don't take your eyes off those security cameras, our lives could depend on it. Second, make sure all of you stick to your job, and don't blow our covers. If you do see anything suspicious happening, let me know through your earpieces. Third, don't get killed. Okay?" They nodded solemnly. "Get in positions. It's time."

All except Woojin, Seungmin, and Changbin proceeded to get out of the car, looking into the car's mirrors one last time. They began to walk when Chan stopped suddenly and told them to gather together. "All right. Team JYP, you know what to do when you're inside, right?" they nodded. Chan took a deep breath and adjusted his tie. "Let's go."

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They got into the party without a hitch. Chan, Jeongin, and Jisung stood in front of the inner doors as the security opened them without a second glance. Chan mentally scoffed at their stupidity. Of course, with the aristocratic way Jeongin held himself, there would be no reason to second guess, so he couldn't blame them.

Chan looked over at the youngest boy, who had parted his hair to the side, and styled it with slight waves, dressed in a way that would surely charm any they would deceive. Jeongin looked grown up now, not the helpless kid that he had saved years ago. This was the life he was born in, and the rest of Stray Kids often forgot that. But Chan knew he was nervous, only because he was still fidgeting with his hands.

Once out of earshot of security, he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Calm down. Your nerves will give us away. Stop fidgeting." Jeongin nodded.

Jisung smirked and turned toward the two. "So, Chan, are you sure that we can't drink?"

Chan flicked him, and the mission began with all eyes on them. He took in his surroundings, studying them. The room was spacious, but not so much that you felt it's emptiness. The lights were low, a light yellow- golden glow coming from simple chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, reflecting off of a shiny marble floor. The whole room smelled of alcohol, aristocracy, and arrogance. They fit right in.

The others did the same. Chan specifically noticed there were several guards stationed around the room. They could feel the heated gazes they were getting from the guests; scattered about the room were some of envy, some of lust, and some of anger. Mostly lust. Jisung stood a little straighter and put on a charming smirk, following Chan and Jeongin to greet their target, JYP.

The man looked expensive, but also scary as hell. At least to Jisung, he did. There was a sense of familiarity when he looked at him. Maybe I knew JYP in a different universe, he thought. The boy was shocked back into reality when Chan stopped in front of the man, bowing to greet him. They followed his actions. JYP bowed back.

"Hello, sir." Chan greeted, flashing a charming, dimpled smile.

"Hello," the man greeted politely. "pardon me, but do I know you boys from somewhere?" He now gestured towards Jeongin. "You especially seem quite familiar."

Jeongin gave a small chuckle. "Maybe we've met in a different life, sir," The tension began to decrease when JYP smiled. "however, it is a pleasure to meet you. We have heard only good things."

"I'm pleased to meet you as well," he said. He paused to take a sip from his drink. "so tell me, you're young, handsome, seemingly successful and well educated. What do you boys do for a living?"