Operation Moonstone | Taehyung ✔

Operation Moonstone

"This is it," you say as you paced back and forth with your palm over your forehead. "This is how I die." You were inside a room that looks like a normal study at face value but do not be deceived because it turns out to be a room that held a variety of entrapments, enigmas and virulence in a mundane disguise.

There was an array of things that looked standard in this room—the wooden book shelf which held a collection of tattered and ancient books, the wall embellished with elegant tapestry that you assumed originated from a different country and have been exported here, the vase that held artificial flowers placed on the mahogany table, the Wilton carpet that you stood on, dustless and looked expensive which wasn't a surprise to you since you were in one of the rooms of a palace.

The palace of the Arcanes.

From the three air vents that surrounded the room, smoke floated and flew in the air, thin at first which gave you time to figure out how to escape the room and how to survive. With the door locked from the outside, you could roam the drawers of the table for something sharp and tiny, something that'll be able to sneak its way in through the lock of the knob—like a hair pin. You cursed yourself for not taking one today when you needed it the most.

You gazed at the sole window in this room, also locked, and you thought you could always shatter it with a chair and jump but then the result will be the same because you'll be plunging to your death since this room was on the third floor.

It was getting harder to think straight as the tear gas bellowed and gathered at your feet and at your face, making you inhale an enormous amount of gas and making you cough as you swatted it as if it'll magically disappear when you knew it would just get worse the longer you were in here.

The only reason why you ventured into this room is because you've picked up important information from one of the guards that you tackled down earlier that one room on the third floor had a secret passage that'll directly lead you to the room where they held Jimin captive. You should've known that it was a tactic and a trap for you—of course they'd find out and had already anticipated that Jimin's back up rescue force were going to infiltrate and attack. Jimin, one of the princes of Agron, was the reason why you and Taehyung were here in the first place.

Taehyung. If you died today, you won't be able to have a glimpse of his jaw-dropping, attractive face and his brighter than the sun smile. You won't be able to listen to his entrancing deep voice that uttered your name sensually last night, his melodic voice that told you he liked you.

You were going to pass away without having to say goodbye to him, your family, your friends, colleagues and your pet corgi. You thought that if you died today, at least you would depart this Earth to somewhere astral or abysmal with a grateful mind and heart because you spent your last night with Taehyung.

As the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Vanteus, you've pursued a career in criminology, which you worked hard in to get to where you were now—a part of the top and leading squad force in Agron.

You could've been anything but justice was where your heart lied, most importantly, bringing justice and promoting righteousness in the society.

Perhaps it was the secret stash of mystery books and crime fiction under your bed that you read every night after your mother had finished reading you tales of princes and princesses that ignited that fire in you to take this path. Or maybe it was the avidity for uncovering secrets and mysteries, searching nooks and crannies for clues and hints and the unmasking of villains and taking down enemies that always buzzed inside your head. Nevertheless, your parents didn't object when you announced that it was what you wanted to do instead of delving into the world of numbers and handling businesses.