One

"Hey, Y/N!" my best friend, Jeon Jungkook, called out for me.

I grunt, not liking the idea of someone interrupting my sleep. "What is it this time?" I asked, annoyed, having my eyes still closed.

"CEO Kim is calling for our crew. Probably for another mission. Uninterested?"

"Depends. What's it about?"

"Wait, what? You're actually considering the mission???" he questioned, surprised with my words.

Of course he'd be surprised, I always reject missions that aren't related to my family's death.

"Just spill the beans. What's the mission about?" I complained.

"I don't know. Come see for yourself. The meeting starts in less than 2 minutes. I'll go ahead." With that said, he closed the door shut.

It took me a while to process on what's going on. Well I just woke up from my beautiful slumber, what do you expect?

'Should I go?'

'Nah, it's probably another useless mission'

'But I have a feeling that this one's going to be fun.'

'No, I don't do missions that aren't related to me.'

"Ugh, fuck it."

I stand up from the leather couch, not bothering to fix my black, office suit. I head towards the usual meeting room, greeted with a few more people in black suits.

The crew, or shall I say 'my crew', murmured when they saw me.

Meh. I expected it.

I lazily dunk myself down to an empty, wheeled seat beside Kook.

"You came," he said with obvious enthusiasm.

The reason why people were hyped and shocked at my appearance in a meeting room, is because I don't do missions that much.

Not that the company doesn't offer my crew a few missions or so, it's because I just reject every request for missions that aren't related with my family. I just let my crew do the missions themselves.

I do missions for an important reason, okay? Why would I do a mission that doesn't do me good?

I would rather spend some of my precious time to something valuable rather than doing a mission that doesn't even give value.

But now's different, I decided to have a bit of fun for a while.

"Don't misunderstand. I only came because I merely wanted to have fun," I replied plainly.

I heard the others murmur something like: "She should've come to have fun much earlier. It would've been a great help."

I scoff at their stupid comment, "Hey. Don't you realize that I have ears?" I glare at them, earning a few dry coughs and chokes.

'Foolish, ignorant bastards. They chatter more than they think,' I thought

The opaque, glass door slides open, revealing CEO Kim and his secretary. He sits down on the 'king's-seat' with two of his personal bodyguards standing at both corners.

Quite interesting.

'The CEO attending a meeting filled with lowly-life agents'. What's the matter now, little king?

Everyone stands up to bow 90-degrees. Me? I just stayed seated, staring right into his eyes.

"Hm. Looks like you've decided to step up, Agent Lee," The CEO, or shall I say, Kim Namjoon, says. "Glad to see you back."

Instead of bowing my head down respectfully (like how the other boring agents do), I talk back like the usual me, "I'm only here for one reason and one reason only. It's just to have fun. Don't order Seagull to notify me about further missions, you're tiring the poor guy out."

If you're wondering, "Seagull" is Jungkook's code name. We use code names even outside a mission. It's a rule to call each other code names even under the roof of the company

The little king flinched, probably forgetting how arrogant I really am because of my frequent absents.

'Awe... did I scare little Joonie?'

"Very well, then." He nods in a mannerly way, "We shall start the meeting-"

"Oh, one more thing," I spoke up. "Remove these two trash bins." I pointed at the two who murmured gibberish behind my back.

'It's called karma, assholes,' I thought inwardly directed to them.

The little king looked quite surprised of my actions. But he regained his composure and looked at the to men whom I pointed.

"Alright," he says. "Agents, please leave the room-"

"No no no no. I meant by removing them from my crew, not in this mission," I said. "Permanently."

"May I ask why?" CEO Kim asked, giving a fake, subtle smile.

Tch. More like a forced, smug smirk.

'Ugh.'

"Because they're childish," I simply replied. "Do I have to reason further?" I tilt my head to the side, reviewing on how he'll react.

"No, I'll remove them immediately." He directly told me, glaring politely at me. He turned his gaze to the two trash bins. "Gentlemen, please meet me at my office after the meeting. You may leave."

The trash bins looked at each other with a questioning look.

"So?" CEO Kim asked--more like commanded. "Are you going to be moving or are you just going to stay still?"

The trash bins began shuffling to their feet, bowing before rushing outside the room.

"Agent Lee, I could assign you some new crew members, if you'd like." He puts his hands together, tilting his head and smirking.

"No, there's no need for that. I'll request for more when the time comes." I reply, smirking at how his smirk twitched down.

He clears his dry throat, "Anyways. We shall start the meeting."

The lights dimmed, and the projector clicked open, revealing an image on the white screen.

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"This mission's location will be located on a concert. A k-pop group's concert called Red Velvet, to be exact."

My crew members began to murmur, once again, by the mention of this k-pop group you call 'Red Velvet'.

His secretary presses a button on the remote, revealing the basic concert seatings.



"There will be a bombing underneath the seats A, E, G, I-"

I snort at the stupid plan, "What kind of mission is this? Did your daughter request you to save her favourite idol?"

Of course, it was a joke. Who could have a daughter at a young age like that?

"Hey, it's the CEO you're talking to," Jungkook whispered to me, nagging. But I shrugged it off, waiting for the CEO's reply.

"Agent Lee, just because you're an ace doesn't mean you could disrespect the CEO," he replied.

"CEO Kim, just because you're the CEO by the law doesn't mean you can earn my respect," I talked back, venom dripping from my words. "Besides, this is a stupid mission. Why are we going to save those idols anyway. Did their company bribe you or something? Are you doing this for some stupid cash?" I scoff at him, crossing my legs and bringing up my heel on the table.

"What the hell are you doing??? You're gonna get into trouble!!!" Jungkook whispered once again.

"No. I did not get bribed, neither did my daughter want them saved," he sarcastically claimed. "But because the bombing is from our rival company, and because we have to figure out entirely why are they trying to crash the party," he said, proud from his answer as he glares into my eyes with fire. "If they're bombing this concert, then there must have a reason. And since they are our rival, whatever they're trying to mess up is something on our side or something we need." He paused, looking straight into my eyes, saying, "This is the reason why I assigned this mission to you. If you want out, then just say so. The door is never locked, and you can bawl out like how you always do."

I scoff inside of me, admitting defeat. You won this time, Namjoon.

But only this time.

"Hm. I shall resume," he cues.

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