'Cat got your tongue?'

                                      2nd POV

We often use this expression in common things that might get your panties in a twist. That was just another expression. It means, when someone has nothing to say. In a situation of which someone finds it difficult to say anything in their own defence. I, for one, have it happen the first time to me. All thanks to Park motherfucking Jimin. 

Typically, you'd conclude and jump ahead in your mind thinking it's just a typical thing to proceed to agents and mafias and gangs. But, no. This was different. It was different because of him. He changed her mindset onto a whole new level. She had experience. He did to. But, none of them knew that. You would expect the setting to get lustful and romantic, but it was the complete opposite. It wasn't loud nor quiet. They simply just talked to each other. If you haven't left already, congrats. 

Things are now about to get interesting.

                               No ones POV

Min Hanjee was sitting at her desk. Eyes floundered around searching for answers. Everyone had said, 'Pretend to love him, then get answers.' But she declined. In order to catch infamous Park Jimin, You had to stir into his mindset.

                                      Your POV

Other agents had already gotten useful info, but you needed to get the microchip he had. It had all of his plots and actions to take. It was as valuable as yourself.  This being said since all the gangs were in need of killing you. You were usually always sent on dangerous missions. One almost cost you your job. You didn't care about dying, as long as you strived for handing in a well assignment with everything needed. You knew the place, you knew his plan, but what you didn't know was, he was head over heels for you. 

 "Ms. Min, we're preparing for your mission for tomorrow. So you may leave early in order to sleep well tonight." Boss Kim had ordered.

 You had obliged.

Picking up your folders, and bag, you locked up your drawers and left for the day. You glanced down at your watch. 5:07 huh. You went to go buy a bowl from Chipotle. 

 " Cliantro Rice, Pinto beans, Chicken, cheese, pico de gallo, sour cream, and guacamole please. " I spoke clearly.

You were now home, fork in one hand, eyes at the tv, food in your mouth. You moaned at the deliciousness on your table. Criss crossed on the couch.

I was in sweatpants and a tee. My hair was in a bun that sagged backwards. My feet were covered in fuzzy socks. 

I shut the tv off and got up to throw away the aluminum bowl away. I then threw the fork in the sink and trudged to my room. I flew back, sinking into my bed. The blanket covered me in such fluff, while my pillow wasn't fluffed, since I had a knife kept under it.

I woke up.

I groaned at the shimmering light clogging my eye sockets. I gently got up and headed towards my bathroom. Bubbles filling up my mouth as I brushed tirelessly. I put on my agent uniform and headed downstairs. I looked down at my watch. 10:32 No time for breakfast, just coffee. I said to myself.  After grabbing my portable jug with black coffee, I grabbed my bag and averted to my car; started the engine, and left.

At my job, everyone was all over. It was so fucking hectic. 

With what seemed now calm, the group started to discuss our plan yet again. I had to switch my earrings and piercings for ones implied with a mircophone, a backup one, and a camera on my cartilage, so they didn't have to see so much. My septum had a puny tracker. I was going to have to go in disguise. I repeatedly kept staring at my watch. 11:43, 2:58, 4:27.