SPY ~ BTS

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Song Recommendation - Rise of Bangtan by BTS

Everyone in the plane was unconscious, unwary of what's going to happen to them. Each of them was chosen to play a little "game" someone had been planning for years. It's very exciting, for him at least.

Being the richest man in South Korea (and possibly the entire world), Park Bogum has major benefits. He could own an entire apartment building, a private cruise, even another plane if he wanted to! He scanned through the unconscious men, currently tied up against their own seats. Double-checking, triple-checking. All the checks in the world.

Though these 7 individuals are practically strangers, they'll get along.

Eventually.

It's not like they have a choice. And Bogum will make sure of that. This "game" had more to it than anyone could have thought.

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Agent 3 was the first to awaken. He yawned quite loudly and began to stretch his arms.

Well, tried to at least.

Flabbergasted, yet still half-conscious, he suddenly realized his problem. His wrist was tied up against the sides of some chair he was stuck to, and they were secured fairly tightly. He began twisting his arms as if that would help anything, but it was like his hands were superglued. Agent 3 silently cursed at himself as he slouched back down in defeat, his crimson hair falling on top of his eyes as he did.

"Well, I'm screwed," he grumbled under his breath. It's not like it was unexpected, considering his "employment" and questionable life choices. He finally looked up and scanned his surrounding to find himself in an unfamiliar place. There were random strangers sitting in the same seats he was currently bounded with. All he could hear was the sound of an obnoxious engine running, and his ears were popping uncontrollably. As his gaze went back down, he was surprised to see a small 3 imprinted in his shirt that wasn't there before.

And his own thoughts concluded that he was being experimented on. Agent 3 couldn't decipher if this was a good thing, so it was most likely not.

"Someone would have taken me one way or another," he said to no one in particular. Agent 3 wondered if this was his consequence for being a not-so-good human being. But he was 100% sure this isn't what prison looked like.

A loud snore disturbed him, and even startled him, right next to him. There was a man with light peach-colored hair who had his mouth wide open and eyes shut. It seemed that he was trying to grab something, but the fact that his wrist was also tightened around the arm-rests made him groan in his sleep. Not very pleasant to hear.

"Hey, wake up!" Agent 3 whisper-shouted, trying to get him conscious. No reply was heard from the male. Agent 3 then tried to kick him, only to realize his ankles were also tied up. Agent 3 could have sworn the man's snore only got louder, and he wasn't having any of it.

"Jesus Christ, can you be any louder?" Agent 3 was confused, irritated, and most of all, tired. Seeing that the man had a number 2 on his shirt, just like Agent 3, this made him wonder if he was supposed to recognize this man.

He finally got a response as Agent 2 lazily yawned. Once he had completely opened his eyes and looked at Agent 3, he could see where he was, which was...what looked to be a plane seat. His eyes widened and looked around.

"What in the world? Appa?" Agent 2 sputtered, making Agent 3 scoff.

"Really? Out of anything you could have said, you called for your daddy?" he mocked because even he knew that this wasn't a situation to take lightly. They could seriously be kidnapped. He noticed Agent 2 trying to get himself out of his seat. "I tried that too. It's no use."