M.I.A. || SeungJin

= Dix-sept =

"You, my great sir, will be the distraction"

Hyunjin took a moment to let the words sink in before turning to look directly into his partner's face, only to find the other boy raising his eyebrows as if they were dancing (Minho would be very salty to figure out that someone else had chosen to rival one of his talents) and smiling quite creepily, might he add.

"I don't like the sound of that"

"Sorry, but someone's gotta do it," he replied without a single hint of sympathy, "all you have to do is flirt with the guy. Say a few things here and there, show that you're kinda interested and that's it!"

"B-but I'm shy..." Hyunjin winced as he nibbled on his already chapped lips, lipgloss previously wiped away as a cause of the countless amount of times the boy had run his tongue along the prominent features.

Seungmin gulped inaudibly at the scene, thoughtfully reminding himself to stick to the task at hand rather than daydreaming about the snack in front of him.

"You were literally flirting with me only twenty minutes ago," he stated bluntly with an unreadable expression, "but besides that, I believe you can do it"

"I'm really feeling motivated right now," Hyunjin dreadfully sighed, leaning his head back against the expensive velvet of the couch they were seated on, "I'll do it though. Just need to wait for this dude to arri—"

Hyunjin halted his last words to an abrupt stop as he looked over at the private seating area to the left of him. As if magically called when someone spoke about him, there Hyunjin witnessed their guy; Kim Dohyun. It was easy enough to recognise the man's appearance after examining the guy's profile (and other info) for around an hour or so before the duo had gotten off of work.

He was a decently good-looking individual, with a smallish face shape and piercing eyes that couldn't ever be mistaken for someone else. Kim wasn't alone either, a multitude of people, most likely his friends, flocking around the area like a bunch of intoxicated flamingoes. Although there were a few individuals surrounding the small space before, it was clear to register who was with who within the private range (maybe if you were really inspecting the scenario, like Hyunjin over here).

Screwing his face at the unfinished statement, Seungmin also turned to see whatever the other was so captivated by that he didn't even get to complete his sentence. He calmed his muscles once he took notice of a man with the same face as the one printed on the minuscule piece of paper that had been attached to the file they had received earlier that day, quickly twisting his head back to face Hyunjin again before being caught staring at the culprit red-handed

"Welp, as the saying always says, go get 'em tiger!" Seungmin hyped his friend up whilst punching a single fist into the air as if the gesture would convince the elder to feel more confident than he was only a few moments ago.

"That's super cringey, but good luck to you too" he spoke with a downcast tone, but still managed to grow a small smile, even letting out a bit of a chuckle before standing up and striding through the large huddle of sweaty humans. Seungmin tagged closely behind him, the word 'closely' being highlighted in bright neon yellow as the boy latched an arm around the taller's waist, basically hugging him as they stumbled across the floor. (God knows how they managed to even walk like that, but here they were, defying all odds.)

On arrival at the location, there were a few security guards standing about the private area, keeping strong watch over any of those that would attempt to sneak into the exclusive party. Stupidly enough, no one was patrolling the side where the two agents were currently entering without permission, making the both of them telepathically wonder whether this place really was a 'prestigious', as Chan had described it, club they were situated in. It seemed as though many other people were using this safe side as a gateway to the private area too, judging from the anxious glimpses aimed at the oblivious security guards' backs.