The man locked eyes with the other. Jisung watched as his gaze sharpened, those brown almond eyes filled with annoyance and hostility when met with his own. Jisung nibbled the flesh of his cheeks in irritation at the familiar man. What the fuck was his problem?
"HAN, eyes here." An man's low voice broke Jisung's train of thoughts, causing him to instantly snap his head back to face the front.
"Apologies, sir," Jisung bowed his head slightly at Mr Bahng, who had an eyebrow quirked up at Jisung's lack of concentration today.
A short silence falls over the room as Mr Bahng takes a deep breath, preparing to continue his speech.
"As I was saying, there is a man. A man who wields a dangerous amount of power, and he is not using it for the betterment of society. This man is rotten to the core and must be stopped at all costs," Mr Bahng informs, his voice firm and steady. Jisung's eyes darkened at his words. This doesn't sound good.
"Our team has prepared the necessary information for this task in these folders," he states, as he gesturing towards the stacked files on the desk before him. Jisung eyed the folders with distaste, biting his lip in apprehension. Something bad was going to happen.
"The two of you are the best assassins we have," Mr Bahng continued, leaning back on his office chair, "and I believe this is the best decision."
Jisung held his breath, dreading for what he is about to hear.
"You two will be paired up together for the most important mission of your lives."
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What happens when two assassins with a rivalry get paired up together to complete a dangerous mission?
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.