Enigma II : Magic Card

/7/ Let's Go To Busan

"Attention passengers, KTX-346 will arrive in ten minutes at platform no. 14. Please head to your station to get a ride-"

Jimin clutched the receipt in his hand and sat down on a bench. Sunlight was being cast as a lens flare from the jag of Namsan Tower in the mild distance, at the black rim sunglasses worn by the male. He waited, in the crowd of busy people while him being just one of them, the mask on his face, donned to appear as a random entity.

The train departed from the station taking its start, skittering pass the buildings to both sides now along the Wonhyo bridge. Jimin took his mask off, fished out his phone from his pocket. He checked his face for a mere second on the black screen, before unlocking it and going to the call section. He dialed a number. Jimin's soothing voice calmly put his hi first.

"You know Y/N, I have seen you like it has past hours already. Come out. There's no point of hiding in there."

Damn God good eyes of a muggle mob! His eyes dark and hidden under the shades followed the movements of the guilt. I cursed under my breath and with a sheepish face for a perfect predicament walked over to him swirling the phone in my hands in a damn-care gesture.

"Care to explain?" He ticked a brow. I forced a sweet smile, "It's not what you think. I wasn't following you."

"Then what is it?"

"You took the same train as mine," Perfect excuse, ain't it?, "I saw you in the compartment so I got curious."

"Doesn't exactly go with your continuous lurking session," The male glared, not exactly happy with the invasion of his privacy, "Truth."

Truth of what? That I was spying on him? The frown on his face seemed perennial, but his eyes seemed to be speaking something else.

"I am your manager you know."

"You are a manager assistant, not my bodyguard."

"A manager is a manager, a caretaker, and a bodyguard." I crossed my arms, "It's one of my duties to ensure that you are safe."

"Stop following me."

"Once done is done, there is no going back." I buried myself down to the vacant seat next to him, "Now where shall we land our bodies to?" He stifled a small laugh but remained impervious by face, continuing staring out the window.

"Busan."

Knew it.

We stood in front of a house. Resembling a country house infrastructure- a red tin roof over the stone wall, it was shadowed, comfy and dark wood. The deck was matted with a thick grassy carpet that rolled down to the last flight of staircase, splotched and faded barely noticeably at some places to palish mint. Vines wired around the banister in an array, down at the end of which a huge money plant in a tub stood. The windows were shuttered, sills spoke dust. Everything about it claimed to be rustic. Wondering who lived here, and why Jimin came to this place.

"It's my uncle's house." Jimin said, "You can come in." Two steps after on the brick road, he called, "Ahjussi, I am here."

On hearing his voice, a staid man, probably in his 50's, peeked his head out from the narrow doorway. Wrinkles formed on his forehead, a white fine line forming his small benign face which purchased a smile as he saw his guests, "Ah our Jimin-ah is here! I was expecting you for a long time."