Into You

before I make a move

May 6, 2020 — Sichuan, China

This is not just another mission.

Being Song Yuqi's private guard was, until then, being a game of patience to test how much longer Soyeon could handle living with Kim Jongin without shooting a bullet in his head. The four of them — Jongin, Zhoumi, Yuqi and Soyeon, of course — have been sharing the car for almost an hour now and all that comes into the older girl's mind is to blow up the other agent's neurons into millions of different pieces — and maybe not even that would be enough to dispel her anger.

\The one to blame for all of this is Wong Zhoumi, and his stupid insistence that his fiancee would meet the location of their wedding ceremony during a romantic trip. Well, not that romantic, since he will be seeing some very important customers on Sunday morning to have a confidential conversation that is beyond the confines of anyone outside of his private team. Nice.

Yuqi, sitting in the back seat next to the politician, is bored by the rushing view from the window, the road passing quickly outside while Zhoumi indecently touches her legs. She is trying her best to pretend not to see it and he does not seem to be willing to leave the girl alone, keeping his hands on her even though his focus is on the conversation he is having on the phone, the laughter echoing while his sunglasses protect him from the sun.

With clenched teeth, Soyeon looks away from what the central mirror shows her so that her sensitive subconscious doesn't encourage her to do something very stupid. She tries to remember that it will only last a weekend, two more days and this unpleasant interaction will be over. She can take two more days.

Or at least she thinks so, until the man squeezes Yuqi's thigh again and she knows she needs to do something.

"What is that?!" She asks loudly, pointing to the left side of the car, where Zhou is.

He and Jongin move their faces immediately and the fright makes Wong turn his body against the window, moving away from Yuqi in a hurried action. The girl takes the opportunity to curl up against the door and cross her legs, dedicated enough in her in her actions to bring any attention.

"What the fuck was that?" Jongin yells, directing his fury to the agent at his side.

"I think I saw one of those animals you like, Mr. Wong," she ignores the bodyguard's revolt and the politician smiles in dismay.

"I don't think there are herons around here, Miss Jeon," he puts the phone back to his ear. "But I appreciate the consideration."

Soyeon smiles at him kindly in apology and Jongin's sulky face returns to the road. Zhoumi does not touch Yuqi again, amused enough in his conversation not to pay attention to his fiancee. The redhead, in turn, finds the Korean through the glass of the right rearview mirror, a small smile on her lips that widens when she sees the dark eyes winking at her.

Of course it was on purpose.

Fifty minutes later and they are already inside the Wong family's large plot, a large field of green grass leading them to the two-story house, with traditional Chinese architecture dominating every aspect of the place.

While carrying Song Yuqi's bags to her room — it had been agreed that she and Zhoumi would only have intimate contact after the wedding, thank God —, Soyeon can see the beginning of a lake meters away from the building, surrounded by trees and shrubs and, as expected, men in black suits. Security had been doubled and surveillance was heavy, so that no member — or future member — of the family would be watched twenty-four hours a day. No exceptions.

"It's hot," the redhead comments as soon as she sees the older one enter her room.

The brunette puts her bags, one slightly smaller than the other, close to the wall and evaluates the space.