The Scenery (Kim's Seokjin's Sister)

Chapter 3

That day, the sky was blue. The cyan blue sort. The grass at the park was green. As green as those pictures children always draw. The pictures with a yellow sun in the corner of the page, clouds as fluffy as they'll ever be, and the people as skinny as their stick figure forms could project. It was warm.

He walked down the road dressed in a dashing suit in broad daylight, hair styled gracefully, every feature he had shone brightly. One hand was in his pants pocket, the other gripping a file labeled "Important". He hurriedly walks towards a coffee shop at the corner to meet his 'contact.' Once he enters he sees a girl. A girl dressed in a black skirt and white blouse, hair falling just to her shoulders. She sits alone with a briefcase under her chair, sipping her frappuccino gently and quite elegantly. He straightens his tie and slides into the seat across from her. After adjusting himself, he clears his throat and slides the file across the table. The girl raises an eyebrow at him as he gulps nervously.

"Here is the file regarding the new bulletproof team formed," he says as he gestures to the folder. His eyes going between the file and her. The girl scoots her frappuccino away as she pulls the intriguing file closer. She flips it open and reads the top in her head, "Bangtan Sonyeondan."

"Bangtan Sonyeondan. Bulletproof Boy scouts. Group of 7 individually talented members," she reads to him. She smiles as she comes across a familiar name, then raises her eyebrow at another.

"I've delivered the files. Now... the payment?" he asks slowly. He looks around nervously as he thinks he may be caught.

"Wait," she gestures," I must meet these boys." She looks at him with a bright smile as she put s the folder down.

"T-these killers? They're too dangerous ma'am,' he replies with a shaky nod.

"They can't be that dangerous. The first one is my brother anyways. His name is Kim Seokjin," she says. He gasps as she simply chuckles. She swirls the straw of her frappuccino around as she mixes the drink until the whipped cream is all gone.

"Sorry for offending you," he says quietly. She takes the briefcase from under the chair and slides it to him.

"Tell my brother to meet me at our usual rendezvous. I'll handle it from there," she says sweetly. The contact nods and rushes out of the coffee shop, leaving her to flip to the other contents of the file. She runs her finger across a certain name, "Min Yoongi."