Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

“Agent Kim.”

A woman in a crisp suit clasped Kim Dokja’s hands, shaking them lightly with practiced elegance. Kim Dokja returned the gesture with equal courtesy and followed it with a small bow.

“Good morning, Agent Uriel. What may I serve today?” he asked with a smile that was polite, professional, and almost too easy.

Uriel’s lips curved faintly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. With a weary sigh, she sank into her chair, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as though she were holding back a headache. Kim Dokja tilted his head, curious but silent. It wasn’t his place to pry.

“..Agent Kim. I’m sure you can stay professional to whatever work you were given.. right?” Uriel asked at last, her voice betraying a nervous undercurrent.

Kim Dokja blinked, confused. I mean… kind of? “..Yes, I can?”

Uriel drew a long breath and pulled open the drawer of her desk. From within, she retrieved a document, laying it down with a muted thud. Kim Dokja reached for it, but before his fingers brushed the paper, Uriel snatched it back with a frustrated grumble.

“..You see, Agent Kim.. we received a big commission from a long-time client of ours.” 

She spoke slowly, carefully. Kim Dokja nodded, waiting. “..They specially requested a bunch of assassins from the S-Section and uh.. to be able to face embarrassment at will.”

“Hm?” Kim Dokja tilted his head further, still not following.

Uriel looked like she was about to collapse into the floor from sheer mortification. Her cheeks colored, and she clutched the document tighter.

“However.. this is different than usual. It needs the ability to uhmm..”

Kim Dokja’s brows drew together, his finger tapping lightly against the desk. A faint, nervous smile tugged at his lips.

“It needs the ability to?…”

Uriel shut her eyes and forced the words out. “..You need the ability to seduce men.”

“...”
“...”

The silence was deafening.

Then, without a word, Kim Dokja began slowly backing away, step by step, before abruptly turning on his heel and sprinting toward the door.

“No, wait, Agent Kim! The pay will be twice your usual salary!” Uriel’s desperate shout rang out across the office.

That stopped him dead in his tracks.

“..Twice?”

“..Yes.”

He sighed, shoulders sagging. With the look of a man resigned to his fate, Kim Dokja trudged back to Uriel’s desk, his expression dark with reluctant scorn. Uriel only looked at him with pity.

“..I tried everything to make the client change his mind.” she murmured, shame in her tone. “After all, I tried to recruit this mission to the female assassins in the S-Section and presented it to the client but..” Her words dwindled, her expression pained.

Now, it was Kim Dokja’s turn to pity her.

“..But he really wanted the assassins to be male and are able to seduce men at any will.”

Kim Dokja’s nod was slow, mechanical. Inside, he was screaming.

Finally, he snatched the document from the desk and opened it, scanning the details.

“..Phantom Desire Club?” His face scrunched in distaste.

Uriel nodded, reclaiming the file once more. “That’s the club you and the other agents were assigned to if you took this mission.” She sighed. “..It’s really famous for its.. roleplay activities.”

Kim Dokja shivered outright.

“R-Roleplay activities?..” His voice cracked, nausea rising in his throat.

Uriel leaned closer, whispering though it was only the two of them in the office. “Well, it was a rank-based club after all. Well, I won’t exactly call them a club..” Her words dwindled into a mutter, but Kim Dokja still heard. He let out a long, suffering sigh.

She continued, expression grave. “The more you please and entertain such guests, the more you rank up. It’s basically a.. prostitute.”

“Eugh.” Kim Dokja gagged, clutching his stomach. Uriel ignored him as she also understood the feeling.. if she were ever to do this mission, she’ll just.. quit. The saying “Assassins can do anything” is total BS. Such assassins have boundaries when it comes to missions y’know!

“..Can we not do this?” he asked at last.

Uriel shook her head. “I mean, you surely can but.. the higher-ups will only give you low missions and the pay of those is.. you know.”

Fuck…

Her voice cracked, sorrow heavy in every syllable. “..I’m sorry, Kim Dokja-ya, I tried stopping them but they wouldn’t take no for an answer, after all.. the client that commissioned this mission is indeed a long-time client.”

Kim Dokja’s lips pulled into a sharp grin.

“Of course, Noona! I won’t blame you for it.”

Uriel nodded distractedly. “Right right, Dokja-ya you don’t know-” She stopped, blinking as realization crashed over her. Her gaze darted around the office as though someone else might’ve overheard, before remembering it was just them.

“Dokja-ssi! You shouldn’t call me Noona here!”

“Back to Dokja-ssi now? So sad..” Kim Dokja pretended to sniffle, but Uriel only laughed, shaking her head.

“Anyway.. there’s not much to do, is it? Please inform this to the other agents, Agent Kim.” she said softly.

Kim Dokja sighed. “..I will, Agent Uriel.”

“No.”

That was all Han Yoojin managed after listening to twenty minutes of Kim Dokja’s explanation. He sat slumped at the table, expression grim. Cale had turned his back, staring at the wall as though re-evaluating every choice in his life.

“Why us?! Why not Agent Anna?!” Han Yoojin snapped, almost in tears.

Kim Dokja shook his head. “Agent Anna Croft won’t be suited for this mission. As Agent Uriel said, the client specially requested male assassins for this job..”

Han Yoojin slammed the table, tears brimming. “Ugh.. I’m so sorry mom.. your son is gonna fuck a man!-”

“Guys! Why are you so depressed? We can just kill the target and go home. We should be able to do it without the route of us.. seducing any men.”

At that, Cale finally turned, his sigh heavy with defeat. “That won’t be necessary. As we need close relationships and access to get close to the target, you did mention that they need an S-Section assassin because the target is guarded heavily, right?”

Kim Dokja groaned.

Cale continued, his tone resigned. “Well, there’s no point in dwelling in this.. when’s the mission?”

Kim Dokja hesitated, looking away.

Cale tilted his head. “..Dokja. When’s the mission?..”

His lips trembled. “W-Well.. it’s..”

“..It’s?”

Kim Dokja finally sighed. “It’s tonight.”

Han Yoojin collapsed instantly, his body hitting the chair with a thud.

“Han Yoojin!” Kim Dokja rushed forward, catching him before his head could strike the cold metal table. He turned to Cale, only to find the man crying silently, shoulders shaking with despair.

“Hey! You’re the one who said there’s no point dwelling on this, why are you the one crying?” Kim Dokja exclaimed, half incredulous, half laughing.

Cale buried his face in his hands, voice low and broken. “..Oh dear God.. what have I done wrong…”

Kim Dokja couldn’t hold it in any longer, laughter erupted from him, sharp and uncontrollable.

Chapter Text

“Whoa… you guys really have it rough, huh?” Han Sooyoung laughed as her gaze swept over the trio. Kim Dokja looked utterly haggard, Han Yoojin’s eye bags were pronounced, and Cale was disturbingly.. smiling.

Han Sooyoung flinched at that expression.

‘Terrifying.’

‘Agent Cale hardly ever smiles… what on earth is going on?’

“Anyway, we should discuss the important matters in the car. Talking about the matter outside in an open are isn’t safe.” Han Sooyoung strolled toward the sleek black car, keys twirling from her fingers in a careless swing.

Kim Dokja arched a brow. “Wait, you’re joining us?”

Both Cale and Han Yoojin turned expectant gazes her way. Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes before offering a sly smile.

“Dude, no way. I’m not here to play a part in the seduction scheme, but I am here to manage the operation.” She pushed open the door, gesturing with mock courtesy for them to enter.

With synchronized sighs, the trio trudged forward, slipping into the car. Once all were settled, Han Sooyoung started the engine, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a suspiciously bright smile. Kim Dokja, knowing her rather tragic history behind the wheel, couldn’t help but find it odd that Uriel had trusted her to drive.

“Dude, don’t kill us, okay?” Kim Dokja joked, though out of the corner of his eye he caught Han Yoojin flinch, and Cale… quietly praying under his breath.

“Whaaaat? Don’t worry!” Han Sooyoung sang with a laugh. “Killing you guys would be the last thing on my to-do list for today. Maybe next week?”

Kim Dokja could only sigh at her reassurance.

As the car engine purred to life, the trio fixed their eyes on Han Sooyoung through the mirror, waiting. She caught their expectant gazes and gave a small chuckle.

“Oh, right.” She let out a breath of laughter. “The club you’re about to enter is different from the others. It’s mostly popular among rich guys… the girls you see filling out a form are counted.”

Kim Dokja blinked. “Filling out a form?”

Han Sooyoung nodded. “I’m sure Uriel told you this club isn’t the usual type, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t even operate as a club… it’s more like..” She paused, struggling to find the right word.

Cale sighed. “..Like a brothel, right?”

Han Sooyoung snapped her fingers. “Right! It’s more like a brothel… but I don’t know why they call themselves a club.”

Kim Dokja shook his head, and Cale did the same. Han Yoojin, however, stayed unusually quiet. Normally, he was the lively one, always chatting about missions, about what lay ahead. Tonight, silence clung to him.

The others let it be. They knew it must have been a shock, hearing they would need to seduce, entertain, or even… sleep with clients.

Kim Dokja shivered at the thought.

“So, uh, you need to fill out a form to enter. And pay, of course—like I said, it’s for the rich who want to see prostitutes drooling over them.” Han Sooyoung’s tone sharpened slightly. “As of right now, you guys will be at the very lowest level. The cleaning team.”

Cale whistled. “…So we’ll just be cleaning?”

Han Sooyoung shook her head. “Unfortunately for you guys, no. You still need to go out into the main wing and entertain customers.”

“Main wing?” Kim Dokja asked.

“That’s where all the stuff happens. I’m pretty sure it’s as big as a mansion, but everything takes place there.” She glanced at them through the mirror. “If I remember correctly, you’ll only be serving drinks to customers tonight.”

Kim Dokja noticed Cale make a small victory pose but chose to say nothing.

“…So no doing stuff like, y’know… sex?” Han Yoojin finally spoke, making everyone in the car jump.

Han Sooyoung sighed. “…Hm, fifty-fifty? I forgot to mention that you need to rank up tonight.” A grin tugged at her lips, but it was tinged with sympathy. “I mean, you don’t need to have sex just to appease the men in there. You just need to wear a tight smile and do your best.”

Kim Dokja blinked. “…Can we refuse if they want to do that?”

Han Sooyoung nodded. “If you’ve got the guts, yes. But there are other ways, actually. You just need to be owned by someone.”

“What the fuck? Owned?” Han Yoojin shivered at the word.

Han Sooyoung nodded. “Well, it’s like… you’ll only be with them every night you work. You can refuse anyone else if you get owned.”

Cale shook his head. “No way we’re going to do that.” His eyes flicked toward Kim Dokja, who had been quietly pondering. Kim Dokja flinched, not expecting Cale to notice his hesitation.

Han Yoojin shook his head even faster. “…Can we just clean and rank up??”

Han Sooyoung sighed. “If only that were possible… sorry, guys.”

Kim Dokja shook his head. “It’s not your fault, Sooyoung. We just need to get this done and walk out with a load of cash.” He straightened his shoulders with forced pride.

Han Sooyoung chuckled at his determination.

If you guys manage to walk out alive, that is..

She thought but kept to herself. If she spoke it aloud, Han Yoojin might faint for a second time.

Checking the location on her phone, Han Sooyoung exhaled. “We’re getting closer, guys. Be ready.”

The trio tensed at her words. In all their years as assassins, they had never trembled before a mission. They had faced horrors and carried out the most merciless tasks known to mankind. Yet here they were, shaken to the core by this assignment.

“You just need to get a flower to rank up.” Han Sooyoung lifted a thumb in reassurance, though the gesture did little to ease their nerves. “Tonight, you need to be given a white flower. If not… we’ll think about it after the event.”

“White flower?” Han Yoojin asked.

Cale and Kim Dokja smiled faintly. Good. He was returning to himself.

“Well, since you’re new, you can’t jump to the highest class. You need at least a week to be bumped up. There are seven different colors of roses you can receive. Right now, you’re still in the black category, which means you haven’t received anything yet.”

The trio nodded.

“White means you’ll be promoted to F-Class! Isn’t that great?” She joked lightly. “After that comes yellow for E-Rank, blue for D-Rank, purple for C-Rank, orange for B-Rank, pink for A-Rank, and finally… red roses are S-Rank.”

“What the fuck? Why is it classified like that?” Cale asked.

Han Sooyoung shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t design the system.” Her tone was humor-laced. “Besides, there are probably more confusing questions you could ask in that place. Like how they call it a club or a brothel when people are having sex in open areas.”

The trio froze. Han Sooyoung paused, then burst out laughing.

“…Did I never mention that you’d probably be seeing sex work in public while you’re there? How shameless.” She chuckled.

“Han Sooyoung, you bitch.” Kim Dokja flipped her off.

She flipped him off right back, still laughing. “Hey, what can I do? I’m not the one ordering them to have sex in public.” She smirked. “Besides, you’d better be ready for it if you want to succeed in pleasing the target.”

Han Sooyoung tilted her head. “Which is exactly why it’s better not to be owned. If you get tied to someone, it’ll be harder to please and lure the target.”

The trio nodded. Han Sooyoung’s smile softened in the mirror.

Suddenly, her earpiece buzzed.

(Commencing… #51. Am I clear?)

“Yes, loud and clear.” Han Sooyoung answered, her voice instantly serious.

(Right. We checked. Tonight will be a calm one.)

“Thanks.”

The earpiece went silent.

“So.” Han Sooyoung smiled. “Agent Heewon said you’ll be fine tonight. Probably.”

Kim Dokja groaned and flipped her off again. She only grinned and returned the gesture.

“Wait, are there other agents there too?” Cale asked.

Han Sooyoung gave a thumbs-up. “Yeah. Only temporarily though, just to check if the conditions are safe enough to strike.”

Cale nodded, and silence fell over the car once more. Han Sooyoung’s sigh filled the quiet as she pulled the car to a stop.

“We’re here.”

The trio didn’t know what to feel when they stepped into the building. White walls stretched endlessly around them, white upon white.. giving the place the sterile air of a mental asylum. The sharp, clinical smell only deepened their unease, seeping into their lungs and nerves alike.

Yet what unsettled them more was the route itself. They hadn’t entered through the grand front doors but had been led instead to the back. For the past five minutes, they had walked down a dim, carpeted hallway, shadows clinging to its narrow walls.

One of them almost asked where the hell they were going, but before a word could escape, Han Sooyoung came to a stop before a large door. The trio eyed it with unease, suspicion flickering in their glare.

“This is where you’ll be staying. Other staff will assess you on what to wear and your appearance!” Han Sooyoung said with a smile.

Han Yoojin froze. “Wait, what do you mean, what to wear?”

“I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it on myself.” That was all Han Yoojin said upon seeing the clothes he would be wearing. “No way this is real.”

Cale, again, just looked at the wall as if in deep contemplation, while Kim Dokja stood there, mortified.

Han Sooyoung burst out laughing at the trio’s reaction to the outfits they had to wear for the night. Jung Heewon followed suit, both of them dropping to the floor, clutching at their own clothes as their laughter shook them breathless.

“Hah.” Kim Dokja sighed, seriously debating whether he should kill himself or continue the mission. He wasn’t the type to give up, but seeing those clothes…

He really wanted to abandon this mission.

His gaze drifted to the mannequins holding their designated outfits, and silently, he cried.

Han Yoojin’s clothes were a sleek black dress, hanging on the mannequin with a sharp, elegant silhouette. The high neckline flowed into a sleeveless cut, leaving the shoulders bare. A daring slit ran down one side, held together by a thin strap at the hip, giving it both boldness and grace. The fabric clung smoothly, its simplicity making the design feel all the more refined. At the waist, dark leather straps with silver buckles added a subtle edge, completing the look with quiet sophistication.

Goodness gracious.

Han Yoojin had already sunk to the floor, silently crying as well.

Kim Dokja’s eyes slid to the next mannequin, and he sighed. Oh, poor Cale…

Cale’s clothes were a sharp black bunny suit, styled with a glossy corset-like bodice and a white collar topped with a neat bow tie. Long sleeves with crisp white cuffs added contrast, while sheer black tights on the leg mannequin and polished heels completed the sleek, playful look. A pair of tall, pointed bunny ears served as the finishing touch.

So he’s going to be a bunny boy, huh? Kim Dokja thought with a grimace.

And then… his own outfit.

The others clothes were all black, while Kim Dokja’s was a soft sky-blue knit dress, designed with a snug turtleneck and a sleeveless cut, The front was patterned with neat cable stitches, while the back dipped low and open, held together by simple ties at the neck. Cozy yet daring, it carried a quiet charm in its simplicity.

Yeah, no way he was going to survive tonight.

“You guys are assassins! You should be able to handle all of this.” Jung Heewon said, still smirking.

“Yeah. Assassins! Assassins who were assigned to killing people, not to seduce men!” Han Yoojin shot back, his voice cracking. Jung Heewon laughed even harder at the statement.

Cale finally turned from the wall with a sigh, facing the others. “Yeah, exactly. We’re not used to this.. Sorry, but we’re not the type of assassins who seduce to kill.”

Han Yoojin nodded furiously, tears dripping from his eyes. “Exactly!”

Kim Dokja only sighed at the commotion and let his gaze wander, scanning the room for cameras or hidden devices. They shouldn’t even be speaking so openly, but if Han Sooyoung, who was all about safety first was fine with it, then there was nothing to worry about.

“W-We should fix you guys.” Han Sooyoung managed through panting breaths, still trembling with leftover laughter. Straightening her clothes, she looked at the trio, who clearly looked ready to die tonight.

“If you’re uncomfortable about not… uh… taking off your underwear, then you can just wear short shorts. Very short, though.” Jung Heewon broke into laughter again at her own pun, but no one else joined her.

With a cough, she clapped her hands, and the door opened. Three girls stepped inside, all dressed in simple white dresses. They smiled warmly and bowed to the two agents standing at the door.

“Here’s your makeup artists, guys.” Han Sooyoung chuckled.

The trio immediately glared at her, but Han Sooyoung ignored it.

“…We don’t need makeup.” Cale said hesitantly, but the three girls only chuckled in response.

“No worries, we’ll just fix you up with moisturizers and maybe a little lip gloss. It’s up to you!” the girls declared.

The trio nodded slowly, as if resigned to their fate. They felt like they were about to die.

“Yoojin! Stop squirming around and messing up your clothes!” Jung Heewon whispered sharply to Han Yoojin.

Han Yoojin only hissed in return, tugging down the draped panel of his dress.

Sure, he was wearing safety shorts.. but they were still too short.

Kim Dokja sighed at the sight of Yoojin fidgeting nonstop. He couldn’t blame him. He would have done the same. The sweater or whatever it was, was far too short. If he moved even slightly, his body would be exposed. Ironic, considering his body was already exposed now.

All three of them had on black safety shorts. There was no way they wouldn’t wear such things. They had also been forced to bathe beforehand. Their makeup artists had handed them bottles of body shampoo and insisted they use it. Now, the three of them smelled like cupcakes, cherries, and strawberries.

On top of that, they’d been slathered in body lotion, leaving their skin coated in a sweetness that clung to the air. And even that wasn’t enough. The makeup artists had finished it off with perfume.

Kim Dokja liked the smell of cupcakes and sweets.. but now that everything was mixed together, he swore he could puke.

After that ordeal, they’d been “fixed.” Just some moisturizer cream and pink lip gloss. That was all. If it had gone further, Han Yoojin would have screamed his lungs out.

But sadly, they couldn’t bring their weapons. Not even small knives, Their clothes were far too revealing to hide anything at their thighs or waists, and the fabric was too thin.

The only mercy was when Cale brought up the issue of heels, They had been given permission to walk barefoot instead. Han Sooyoung explained with a smirk that it was allowed… because of fetishes.

Kim Dokja didn’t want to think too much about that.

And that was that.

Unfortunately, the event wasn’t canceled, no matter how much Han Yoojin had prayed for it during the car ride earlier. Even Kim Dokja and Cale had wished for it. But it was too late—they had already signed the contracts. There was no backing out now.

Suddenly, Han Sooyoung raised her hand, signaling them to wait. Jung Heewon stepped forward, pushed open the massive doors, and slipped outside.

She was supposed to be posing as a guard tonight, a cover that would allow her to keep an eye on the three of them.

Han Sooyoung leaned back against the wall with a sigh, eyes flicking over the trio. She chuckled at the sight of them, but quickly looked away when all three glared at her.

“You guys sure are dangerous. I didn’t know you could pull those outfits… but surprisingly, I think you could pull it off and maybe snag a rich sugar daddy out there.”

“What bullshit are you spouting.” Cale flipped her off.

Kim Dokja and Han Yoojin exchanged a glance. Neither commented on the fact that this was the first time they’d ever seen Cale flip someone off. Calm and nonchalant as he usually was, this was new.

“Pft.” Han Sooyoung wheezed, trying to hold back her laughter. “Anyways. Your target is none other than the son of a CEO, Typical. He’s got a wife and even a kid, but he spends his time here after so-called business trips. Of course, there are no business trips, He lies straight to his wife.”

“..What a douchebag.” Han Yoojin muttered.

“He’s probably already here, or maybe not. It’s usually 50/50. He’s too secured to be checked that fast so that statement is still on standby. But anyways, he’s usually surrounded by ten bodyguards and a bunch of civilians.. or, uh, prostitutes.” Han Sooyoung shrugged. “So you can’t act fast. You need to gain his trust. If not all three of you, then at least one.”

The trio nodded slowly.

“What will we do if he’s not there then?” Han Yoojin asked. 

“Stick to the plan and gather information, your mission today is just to get a white flower so when he appears it’s just easy to approach him because of your ranks.” Han Sooyoung responded.

Silence filled again.

“..Any type?” Kim Dokja asked, grimacing.

Han Sooyoung’s gaze landed on Han Yoojin and Kim Dokja, She smiled. “Black-haired guys or girls.”

At that, both of them froze, They didn’t miss the way Cale whispered, “Thank the god.” under his breath, though they chose not to comment on it.

“…But that doesn’t mean you’re safe, Cale. He likes bunny boys and girls.” Han Sooyoung added.

“Fuck.” That was all Cale said before letting out a long sigh.

Kim Dokja and Han Yoojin chuckled quietly at his defeated posture.

Kim Dokja had half a mind to ask who exactly the client was, but he stopped himself, There was one golden rule in their company:

Never be curious too much.

Curiosity kills the cat, after all.

They were only shown what he looked like.

Besides, he was sure the client’s identity was confidential anyway.

…Oh well.

Suddenly, Han Sooyoung’s earpiece buzzed aggressively. She hissed, jerking it away from her ear, though she kept it close enough to listen.

(Han Sooyoung, you there?)

The four of them flinched. No way Jung Heewon would use real names, it was far too dangerous.

Speaking of which, real names were forbidden in the club. At least the trio could rely on that rule to keep them safe.

“…What happened?” Han Sooyoung asked carefully.

(Change of plans. There were unexpected but important guests tonight. I just got informed.)

“What?” Han Sooyoung’s eyes widened. “But we were told no important figures would be here tonight!”

(I don’t know either. It’s suspicious that I was told so late. I’ll look into it, But we can’t back out. The other newbies are already here, Handing out drinks.)

Han Sooyoung hissed, then let out a long sigh. This was dangerous.

They needed to lay low. If they failed, they would be noticed, and being noticed could mean death.

Of course, for the trio, being noticed might seem like the best option, But their actual plan required the opposite: stay low until the target’s interest was drawn toward them. Only then could they step into the light.

They had to stick with that plan. If not, they were doomed.

Han Sooyoung glanced at the trio, They looked nervous, but still stood ready. She sighed. “Lay low for a while. Just serve drinks and observe the target if he’s indeed there.”

The trio nodded in agreement.

Han Sooyoung walked to the heavy double doors and wrapped her hand around the handle. “…You guys ready?” She turned back to them with a nervous expression, though her grin didn’t fade.

The trio mirrored her, nervous but grinning all the same.

“Hell yeah.”

Chapter Text

“Augh!”

“More, More!”

“Mhm!”

Han Yoojin stood there listening to moans while trembling, it was his plan that the three of them split up but now… he’s regretting that. Moreover, his clothes are making him uncomfortable. Every movement he makes makes his drape panel go up to a minimum.

“...I hate this so much.” Han Yoojin whispered to himself as he walked towards the counter, ready to serve drinks to customers. He tried ignoring the moans and every squelch of movement but it just keeps coming.

He slammed his hands on the counter making the bartender glare at him, Han Yoojin flinched when he realized what he did and bowed to the bartender.

“Sorry!” Han Yoojin apologized. The bartender just sighed.

Han Yoojin stood there looking at the bartender working drinks, he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. After about a minute, the bartender sighed and put the drink on a tray and put it on the counter.

Han Yoojin looked at it with weariness.

“What are you doing?” The bartender slammed the cup he was holding. “Get moving!”

Han Yoojin flinched at the shout, making him get the tray unconsciously. As he got the tray, he gripped it hard.

If only I could throw this at him…

Han Yoojin just mentally thought of the bartender being thrown a cup of whiskey sour and that soothed his mind.

Well now, he needs to smile.

In a swift, Han Yoojin walked slowly, still holding the tray. His smile was fixed and smooth. After all, he doesn’t want to mess up on the first night, maybe after that.

Thankfully though, he had experience with delivering foods, after all… he worked in such fast food chains to support his little brother who’s now in the states for his studies.

I wonder how he’s doing now…

Han Yoojin smiled at the bitter thought of his brother growing up and finally having a family of his own in the future. But at the same time, he’s happy that he raised his little brother right.

The thing is… he didn’t know what Han Yoojin’s original work was. Along with working on fast food chains, he’s working as an assassin at midnight. A double life in other terms.

“Here! Here!”

A shout interrupted Han Yoojin’s thoughts of his little brother, he stopped at his tracks and looked at his left and saw a guy in his 50s having a girl on his lap.

What the fuck.

Han Yoojin gripped the tray and screamed mentally in his head. Fuck… this is for real…

He took a breath before walking slowly towards the couch where the man is, he walked down a two step stairs and placed down the tray on the glass table.

The man whistled upon seeing Han Yoojin.

“Damn, what’s your name boy?” The man asked and Han Yoojin could swear he almost threw the tray at him but remained calm.

So with a smile, Yoojin answered.

“I’m Honey!” Han Yoojin said with a happy tone, it was strange considering this was the fake name given to him by Uriel but he doesn’t want to know the reason why.

“How sweet.” The man chuckled. Han Yoojin’s expression scrunches up upon seeing more clearly the girl on his lap. She had almost nothing on, she wore thin lines of leather fabric on her chest as well as… down there.

Han Yoojin doesn’t want to explore that topic.

Yoojin then bent down to bow to the man, he didn’t want to answer. Hell no. With a swift move he turned around but didn’t expect a hand to be placed on his waist so suddenly.

“Hey!–”

“Aw look at this small waist, are you sure you’re really a boy?~” the man laughed as well as the girl, Han Yoojin tried to move but the bodyguards around the man hurriedly stopped Yoojin from escaping.

…This little shit.

Suddenly, before Han Yoojin really lost his cool, Han Sooyoung’s words played back in his mind.

“Remember, we weren’t exactly given much detail about this mission. It’s just… go survive and find out everything you can no matter what it takes. You need to improvise in case it doesn’t go according to our plans, got it?”

…Huuh.

Han Yoojin took a breath and slowly sat down on the couch, still has the hand on his waist. He tried so much not to gag or anything but there’s no way he can last for 30 minutes.

“My oh my! How bold of you, sugar.” The man whistled again. “Sweet as honey I tell ya!” The girl on his lap laughed again, she rubbed her head onto the man’s chest and… purred.

…What the fuck.

Tch. How is he going to get out of this situation?

“In case someone tried to rope you or you feel uncomfortable at all, look for others… uhh, I don’t really know how to word this but, look for other guards with animal masks, they’re known for being higher ups and can help you get out of such situations.”

“So we can just get out of anything?”

“Not exactly, Yoojin-ah. You see, once a customer pays an enormous amount for them to take you… no one would be able to stop them. So, you must avoid going on that route as much as possible.”

“I see… but what if the client wants to be… you know, pleasing customers left and right.”

“Exactly as you expected. Nothing happens! It’s only a problem when you’re uncomfortable with serving a customer but if they paid for you… you can’t exactly back down.”

“So that’s where the style of brothel comes in.”

Oh right.

Han Yoojin looked around for a girl or a boy or just someone who’s a guard and wearing an animal mask and eventually, he found someone.

He suddenly stood up making the man and the bodyguards shocked, Han Yoojin then swiftly ran towards the woman, of course… the guards followed him.

“Miss!” Han Yoojin screamed. The bodyguards were catching up to him, he wasn’t a fast runner okay?!

Thankfully, the woman looked back and got Han Yoojin before the bodyguards could get him. The woman then put Han Yoojin behind her and smiled. “Hello? How may I assist you?”

The bodyguards rolled their eyes. “We want the boy behind you.”

The woman chuckled. “…I believe that’s not possible, after all, he looked so frightened seeing you chase him like that.” The woman faked her tears. “…And… you do know it’s a part of the rules, right? We do not allow people to succumb to such people without them paying!”

The bodyguards hissed at her words and slowly walked backwards, and finally… they slowly walked in the opposite way, finally leaving Han Yoojin alone.

Han Yoojin sighed.

“So.” The woman finally looked back at Han Yoojin and smiled. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before.” She asked.

“Uh, yes.” Han Yoojin bowed at her. The woman froze at the gesture and tried to stop Han Yoojin but failed, Finally, Han Yoojin stood up again.

“…Hah. well then, welcome newbie! I’m Moon Hyuna, Nice to meet you.” The woman introduced herself, Han Yoojin just looked at her strangely after that.

“…You can say your name?” Han Yoojin asked.

“Well, duh. We’re guards, we can give our real names, it’s up to us. But… I can’t exactly say the same for you clients as we had a history of customers stalking clients so uh…” The woman scratched her head and looked at the other way.

Hm.

That’s a good piece of information.

Han Yoojin kept that in mind to tell Han Sooyoung later.

“Anyways, you can tell customers you’re uncomfortable or you just don’t like it at all.” The woman continued talking.

“Huh? I can do that?” Han Yoojin responded, not really believing that he could do such things. The woman nodded proudly and huffed.

“Of course you can. Until, that is… they pay for you to have… you. Hm, you can’t really refuse things like that and it’s not on our reach unfortunately… but anyways!” The woman tapped Han Yoojin’s shoulders. “It’s all in for the money, you gotta embrace that you know? I can tell you’re confused by the way things operate here but… like I said, it’s all for the money, you don’t gotta ask such questions and you just need to embrace the suffocating wealth.”

That’s such a nice advice.

…Not gonna follow that though.

“Well then, I gotta go milady!” The woman teased Han Yoojin before running away.

Han Yoojin just stood there before he realized what he got called.

“Huh?! Milady?!”

“Aw fuck.. my back hurts.. I miss my bed.” Han Yoojin groaned and walked back down the stairs to finally get his last work. He completed over 30 servings in under 2 hours, walking back and forth and back and forth.. and back and forth.. and so on.

It looks like he had his work finished up for today, he still has 3 hours left on his shift so..

“Now to get the last one and I can finally laze off.” He whispered to himself as he practically skipped towards the counter.

When he got there, he just stood over and waited for the bartender to make the last serving for him. Although.. he didn’t fail to notice how the bartender was shaking and was pretty nervous the whole time he was making the drink.

..strange.

And when he finished, he didn’t even slam the glass on the tray! What the hell?

Han Yoojin left out a grumble at that.

The bartender also didn’t make remarks to him and just stood there, shaking in fear. With a sigh, Han Yoojin took the tray and slowly walked but the bartender’s words stopped him.

“..that’s for the third floor.” The bartender whispered.

..
...

..The third floor?

Han Yoojin slowly looked up and pointed with his one hand in a direction and looked at the bartender. “..You mean that?”

The bartender nodded.

What the fuck?! That was the very top, the very top!! Seriously? In his last serving too?

“..be careful. Do not talk back or speak back at all, just obey.” The bartender whispered once more before turning his back and returning to do his work.

..weird.

With a sigh Han Yoojin walked towards the big stairs. You see, this place is really strange. As he heard from Han Sooyoung, the main wing actually consists of three different areas. First is where he was right now.

The Migung.

Or in other terms, the “left” side of the main wing. Listen, Han Yoojin isn’t an expert of buildings but he’s really sure that it’s not supposed to be like that nor is it correct. For it to be a main wing, it needs to be a wing or something? He doesn’t know!

And by the way, Han Yoojin surely knows it can’t be the left side of the “main wing” if you get here by using separate elevators!

Hm, but maybe it’s kinda correct, since he did go on to the left elevator while Kim Dokja got on the right and Cale in the middle.

Hah! They really thought earlier that the other side of those big double doors was the main area, apparently, no. It was the freaking lobby! They had to walk for minutes just to get on the elevator, even Han Sooyoung was dumbfounded and didn’t know!

Okay whatever, he isn’t going to observe and criticize the building if he just wanted to go home and sleep.

Han Yoojin continued to walk up the never ending stairs as he distracted himself with such absurd questions.

Come to think of it, I should’ve worn shoes at least.. it doesn’t hurt and the floors are surprisingly clean but.. it just feels weird.

The floor is indeed the soft wood type. Han Yoojin doesn’t know what it’s called but it’s a smooth texture and the design is wood. Dunno, he had to look at it on Google maybe later.

The area he was in is pretty weird too, it was those open court areas in school while the classrooms were on the sides kind of weird.

It was like this here too, just.. instead of the classroom, it was the never ending lust of areas of each floor.

With that, he finally reached the third floor.

Bodyguards were standing over the entrance but Han Yoojin didn’t give a damn about them, after all, he wasted such good minutes of his life walking up to what felt like never ending stairs and this is what he gets?

..come to think of it, he didn’t get any white flowers from any customers.

Fuck.

Shit. He has to take more serving it seems..

With a sigh, he showed the bodyguards the tray and they nodded and made way for him. Good, because if they refused Han Yoojin could swear he would literally throw the tray at them.

Hah.

He’s been sighing a lot today.. that’s not good at all.

The entire area was dead quiet, sending shivers to Han Yoojin as he continued to walk through the silent and dark area. Finally, he saw some light and a guy sitting on a big couch in the middle of the area.

He swiftly but steadily walked up over and bowed before placing the tray on the table. Han Yoojin stayed silent and looked at the man.

He was grunting.

Wait, he was what?

Han Yoojin blinked and slowly walked up to the man, and touched his forehead, he could do this because the man’s eyes were closed. As his palms touched his forehead, he quickly pulled it away when he felt the heat.

The man was sweating and had his forehead knitted as if he was hurting.

Oh shit, is he dying?

Oh no no, he can’t let anyone die and cause a commotion here. His whole night serving those shitty bastards will be gone to waste if the place shuts down just because someone is dying.

Han Yoojin stood there contemplating what he should do and he finally decided.

..there is a reason why he’s always the pushover.

It’s because he’s too nice.

“Move!” Han Yoojin shouted as he ran over to the entrance and shoved the bodyguards away to move quickly, the bodyguards looked at each other and shrugged before going back to their positions once again.

Han Yoojin quickly ran and ran downstairs making everyone in the other areas look confused. But he doesn’t care right now. Finally, he reached the lower area and with a pant, he walked up to the counter and slammed his hands.

“..water.” he said with deep breaths.

The bartender’s usual demeanor is back so he just scoffed and said— “clients don’t get water from the bartender—”

“It’s for him.”

..
...

“..The man from the third floor?”

“Yes! Who do you think I’m talking about?!” Han Yoojin practically screamed.

The bartender flinched and quickly got a glass of water and gave it to Han Yoojin, he didn’t even get the time to calm his breaths because he quickly got the water and ran but did everything in his power to not spill the water.

When he finally reached the third floor, he was heaving so much to the point he couldn’t breathe, look, he isn’t always the fast runners like the other assassins. He’s really good at pretending and hiding though.

But before he could pass the entrance, the bodyguards held his shoulders and stopped him from entering. “What do you think you’re doing? You only have to deliver—”

“Can’t you see he’s dying?! His temperature is really hot and he looks like he’s suffering!” Han Yoojin said, practically forgetting about the part of him laying low.

..He can’t really control his emotions, can he?

“What absurd!—”

“What is all the commotion?”

Everyone froze.

Han Yoojin slowly looked up and saw that the man was awake now and was glaring.. at him.
Woah, that’s not a good sign at all.

The bodyguards scrambled at their positions and quickly bowed at him, Han Yoojin just stood there not knowing what to do before one of the bodyguards quickly held his head and forced his face to the ground, making him also bow.

“It’s too noisy, don’t you think? I’ve come here to at least have some rest and I hear shouting?” The man asked but Han Yoojin is sure it wasn’t a question.

..it was a threat.

Shit. Did he get involved in some shady stuff?

Who is this guy anyways? Han Sooyoung didn’t tell him about a blonde man with golden eyes and really looked rich.

..though she did mention important figures coming here..

Eh, oh well.

“Hah.” The man sighed. “What is it?”

Finally, all three of them stood up, and the bodyguards glared at Han Yoojin, he just tilted his head as if confused.

who the hell is this guy anyways..

Silence filled the area for maybe 2 minutes with no one talking, the cold water was already losing its cold from all the nonsense.

“..What is that?” The man asked.

Finally.

With a sigh, Han Yoojin slowly walked up but the bodyguards, again, stopped him.

“No no, it’s okay. Let him in.” The man said, but the tone of anger is still there, Han Yoojin can’t afford to let his guard down. The bodyguards just sighed and finally walked back to the entrance.

With a victory smile and maybe sticking his tongue out he continued to walk over, he hoped the bodyguards didn’t see it.

..the man did see it though.

Finally, Han Yoojin reached the couch where the man sits and bowed. He then placed the water on the table and just stood there.

The man blinked seeing that two drinks were on the table and tilted his head. “..Why are they two?”

Han Yoojin looked around to see if there was anyone the man was talking to but realized it was him after a second. “Ah.. forgive me. I went and got you a water sir.”

The man hummed. “Why so?”

Han Yoojin’s eyes twitched yet he continued to stay away from the man’s eyes, consistent on not having any eye contact. Yet.. the man did notice, again, how Han Yoojin’s eyes twitched.

He smirked.

“Well, you were.. sweating sir.” Han Yoojin answered.

“But if I remember correctly, there’s no bartender here, it’s only in the lower area?” The man was now smirking more, the terrifying and mean demeanor he had earlier was all gone.

Yeah! There is no indeed bartender here on the third floor, not to mention, his feet was very much hurting so much. It’s because he ran and ran, tripping on the way here and such.

“..Yes. I did get it from the lower area, sir.” Han Yoojin said and then he bowed again.

Silence filled the room for awhile but it was interrupted when the man suddenly laughed like a maniac.

Han Yoojin flinched as well as the bodyguards by the sudden laughter from him. The bodyguards quickly walked over to the man and went behind the couch.

“Chairman-nim, do you have something you need?” One of the bodyguards asked. The man shook his head and just laughed again.

Han Yoojin finds it strange so he just slowly walks back and turns around to continue to work. He probably needs to serve 30 more drinks to get one single flower.

Hah.

“Hold on.” The man stopped Han Yoojin by taking his hands to stop him. Han Yoojin tried to get his hand back by force but remembered he needs to be in his best behavior today. So with a sigh, he stopped squirming around and just stood there, waiting for the man to speak again.

“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before.” The man asked and Han Yoojin nodded slowly.

The man chuckled.

“I see.” The man smiled at Han Yoojin, which is, in Han Yoojin’s opinion. It is pretty scary. “I did have a headache but it’s gone now.. maybe because of such a delicate flower in front of me.”

Han Yoojin blinked and slowly looked around looking for a flower. There’s nothing here but empty space except for the couch and the man himself.

..So where’s the flower?

When the man noticed Han Yoojin looking around he laughed again. “Haha, what an interesting person you are.”

Han Yoojin broke his attention to finding a flower and focused on the man’s words.

Strange.

He ignored it though, of course, ignorance is truly a bliss sometimes.

Finally, the man let go Han Yoojin’s hands, Yoojin just slowly shook his hands to get rid of the feeling he was still getting held.

“How old are you?” The man asked.

Ah.

It was this question many customers asked him about, but, Han Yoojin isn’t dumb.

“Sorry sir! Clients are prohibited from telling their age. It’s on the rules.” Han Yoojin gave his con smile and bowed.

The man tilted his head. “Oh? Last time I checked.. that rule wasn’t there. It was only your biological name that isn’t allowed.”

Shit.

This guy actually reads the rule?

That’s odd.

All the customers he has served so far are all a douchebag and are only looking forward to getting fucking. They don’t care about the rules.

..this guy is weird.

“O-Oh, is it? I’m truly sorry sir.. I’m just a newbie who has a poor experience..” Han Yoojin faked tears and covered his face.

If he can’t get out of here then it’s probably the best thing to fake out being a scared, little timid bitch.

“Oh no, don’t cry.” The man said with fake worries, it seemed like he was mocking Han Yoojin and Yoojin can clearly see that. “Would this cheer you up?”

Han Yoojin stopped crying and finally stopped covering his face. A gasp suddenly left Han Yoojin when his eyes landed on the small, delicate white flower the man was twirling around.

The bodyguards behind him looked unsure but kept quiet anyways.

Holy.. holy shit!

A white flower!

Han Yoojin stood there, finally letting his smile show when he saw the flower, the man saw the sight and chuckled to himself.

“So? Aren’t you gonna get this flower?” The man asked Han Yoojin, his tone is still mocking him.

He.. he needs that flower!..

If he can’t get that.. then the mission would be a failure.

Without even thinking and realizing it, Han Yoojin’s body moved. Slowly walking towards the man and reaching out for the white flower, but even before his hands touched the flower... The man gripped his arms and put him on his lap.

What?

When Yoojin finally came to his senses, all he saw was himself sitting on the man’s lap, the golden hair of that man and his striking golden eyes staring back at him.

..
...

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!

Han Yoojin tried to get out, but the man was preventing him from doing so. He was face-to-face with him, knees braced on either side from sitting astride his lap, making it look as if Han Yoojin was straddling him.

Fuck.

He really tried to get out but the embarrassment and the way the man was looking at him, it was hard to get out. Plus, he really can’t. His arms were feeling jelly for some reason and he couldn’t move his knees because the man was holding both sides of his waist, even rubbing it slowly.

..

..wait.

Holding his waist?

With a swift move, Han Yoojin looked down and the man was indeed stroking his waist, even gripping in slowly.

What the fuck!

Han Yoojin tried to get out again but the man wasn’t letting him do so, still, Han Yoojin tried and tried and tried again. But it was to no avail. He gave up.

Instead, he looked for the flower, looking left and right to find it but it was gone. Where the hell did it go?

“Hm, you looking for the flower?” The man asked, Han Yoojin slowly looked at his eyes and was dumbfounded when he faced the eyes full of emotion, that golden, glowing eyes were eating Han Yoojin whole.

Han Yoojin then looked away slowly, sweat started to form from his cheeks and he felt hot and stuffy.

He was nervous.

In all of his customers, he never had someone get close to him like this. This man was the first to ever touch Han Yoojin’s waist and even look at him closely.

Even if Han Yoojin can indeed refuse, he.. he.. really can’t. The white flower was eating him whole, if he didn’t get one, the mission would fail.

The man chuckled seeing Han Yoojin’s worried and confused expression. “Well, I wouldn’t make you worry for longer.” The man then snapped his fingers and the bodyguards brought out the white flower again.

Han Yoojin ignored the fact that the man was able to hide it so fast that Han Yoojin didn’t even notice... Or maybe he was so focused on escaping that he didn’t even notice.

Oh whatever.

The man then got the flower with a swift and tucked the stems in behind Han Yoojin’s ears. Han Yoojin’s expressions clearly have skyrocketed after seeing the white flower and finally having it.

With a smile, Han Yoojin quickly took the white flower behind his ears and twirled around. He was completely lost in happiness that he didn’t notice the man looking at him and stroking Han Yoojin’s waist much faster.

..Mom.. I don’t have to fuck a man!..

Han Yoojin quietly thanked the heavens and his ancestors that he didn’t have to do such things to get what he wanted, after all, if it came from that point of return, Han Yoojin is very much sure he won’t be able to handle it.

While Han Yoojin was mesmerized and whispered thanks and praises about how he managed to secure his life and such, The man snapped his fingers again and the bodyguards were surprised.

“..But chairman-nim!..” one of the bodyguards whispered to him.

“Bring that out, the one that the bastard gave me.” The man instructed, his tone of sweet and sugar was all gone.

“..But.. that is only for..”

“And? I don’t care. Bring that.” The man huffed.

With a sigh, one of the guards slowly walked in the opposite direction and came back with an expensive red looking handkerchief with golden patterns. He bowed and gave it to the man’s right hand while the left was still stroking the dazed Han Yoojin’s waist.

The man set down the handkerchief and opened it to reveal a slender wooden hairpin, its tip smooth and tapered while the other end bloomed with a crimson rose of carved resin. From beneath the flower, two strings of beads hung delicately, catching the light as they swayed.

The man chuckled. He then put the hair stick slowly behind Han Yoojin’s left ear with a smile. Still, Han Yoojin didn’t flinch and continued twirling the white flower slowly. The man chuckled at the sight.

The bodyguards behind him were nervous and sighing every second passed.

“Are you still gonna twirl that flower for hours?” The man asked with an amused tone.

With that, Han Yoojin flinched and finally came back to his senses and flinched again when he felt something tucked behind his ear.

When he moved, the twin strings at the end of the hairpin swayed lightly, the beads clinking together in a soft rhythm as they followed the motion.

A binyeo?

No.

..That’s not a binyeo.

Hm, Han Yoojin didn’t know what to feel.. should he be scared, happy or nothing at all. Plus, he didn’t even know what this meant. No other customers gave him such gifts like this.

Han Yoojin pondered for a moment, still not escaping from the man’s lap even though no hands were stopping him this time.

The man’s expression turned into amused once again when he realized Han Yoojin wasn’t getting off even if he took his hands off his waist.

How cute.

“You seem to like sitting on my lap, I don’t mind doing this for hours you know?” The man casually brought that up making Han Yoojin flinched and realized it. Before the man’s hands met Han Yoojin’s waist again, Han Yoojin quickly stood up and walked backwards.

“Aw, well.. there’s nothing to be done.” The man also stood up and snapped his fingers, the guards behind him took out his coat which is a brown expensive leather coat.

Ah, so he’s a chaebol son.. Han Yoojin thought.

“Well then, see you next time sweetie!” The man said with a sweet tone. Han Yoojin just shook his head at that.

“..My name is Han Yoo- Ha- Honey! My n-name is honey!” Han Yoojin quickly corrected himself and chuckled nervously when he saw that the man was curious about that slip up.

“..oh, is that so honey?~ well, I’ll see you next time.” the man teased and walked towards Han Yoojin, Of course, Han Yoojin walked backwards but the man was faster and ruffled Han Yoojin’s hair and quickly walked towards the stairs leading to the lower area.

Han Yoojin stood there dumbfounded, still not noticing that the bodyguards also left him and walked with the man.

Also, what did that man mean with “see you next time”?

“..there’s no way in hell I would meet him again.” Han Yoojin huffed and grumbled. Almost gripping the white flower in his hands but calmed down when he saw it.

Hah.

Now he’s alone on this third floor, the silence was creeping him out so with a swift move, he walked towards the stairs and quickly walked downstairs.

..I wonder how Cale and Dokja are doing..

Chapter Text

“Hm. It’s honestly not as bad as I imagined…” Cale muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply as his eyes swept across the unfamiliar space he’d been abruptly tossed into. In his personal judgment, splitting up had been the dumbest possible idea. But when ranking up required them to perform all sorts of degrading, inhumane bullshit, what choice did he really have? Cale reluctantly conceded, though he hated every second of it.

He absolutely could not let anyone witness him like this.

Well… no point in whining now.

With that thought, he forced his legs to move, pacing slowly, deliberately, as he tried to grow accustomed to the area. If every location wasn’t an exact copy, then at the very least, he’d have intel to pass along to Han Sooyoung.

The surroundings were… predictable. A run-of-the-mill club setup: a few couches tossed around carelessly, small staircases breaking up the floor plan here and there, and, of course… a stage.

Yes, an actual stage.

Right up front, like something straight out of a theater, complete with people twirling and spinning around poles. Some went further,  gyrating in filthy, explicit motions, flashing their chests without an ounce of shame, flaunting themselves in ways Cale couldn’t even bring himself to properly acknowledge.

A violent shiver ran down his spine.

Absolutely not. There was no universe in which he would degrade himself like that. If that was the requirement for climbing ranks here, then he’d sooner quit outright. That job? Not happening.

“More, sweetie!”

“A little to the left!”

From the audience, packs of disgusting, pathetic old men howled at the stage, hollering obscene encouragements as they tossed crumpled bills and objects Cale didn’t even want to categorize.

Revolting.

Cale remained planted in place, glaring silently as drooling men nearly foamed at the mouth over the spectacle of other human beings debasing themselves for pocket change.

Hah.

Another sigh slipped through his lips, his temples beginning to throb with the telltale onset of a headache. He ignored it. no time to wallow.

What was his job again? Right.

Drinks. He was supposed to serve drinks.

With another weary exhale, he ripped his gaze away from the stage and trudged toward the counter where beverages were being prepared. Every step felt like a battle of self-control, his body itching to just flip a table and storm out, but he held himself back.

Thankfully, he had one sliver of dignity intact: the safety shorts. The ridiculous bunny suit he’d been shoved into had an indecent slit meant to show skin, but the shorts underneath blocked the exposure. Cale was fairly certain Han Sooyoung had pulled strings to allow the use of those shorts, and for that, he could grudgingly admit he was grateful.

But deep down, he knew.. 100% certain, those shorts wouldn’t last long.

…He had to brace himself for the inevitable.

By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, he’d already arrived at the counter. Cale stood still, waiting for the bartender’s attention. The man was utterly absorbed in his work, so Cale didn’t bother interrupting.

Finally, the bartender glanced up. At the sight of Cale standing there, arms crossed, wearing a flat, emotionless expression, he visibly flinched.

“…What.” the man grumbled, scowling as he slammed a shot glass against the counter.

Cale rolled his eyes and flicked his gaze to the nametag pinned on the man’s chest.

…Beacrox?

The fuck kind of name was that?

“I’m ready to serve.” Cale replied evenly, resting his left hand on his hip.

“You new here?” Beacrox asked, already reaching for bottles. Cale just nodded, maintaining silence. The bartender, without another word, began mixing.

…Was it really that simple?

No.

Don’t get complacent, Cale.

He’d been through hundreds of solo missions, each filled with complicated setups and psychological traps. He knew better than to relax in this kind of environment.

Or maybe it was just that he’d never been in a place like this.

Who knew?

The sharp clatter of glass cut off his thoughts. Cale blinked down at the tray, the drink was already prepared and waiting. Beacrox had gone right back to his work, completely ignoring him.

With a sigh, Cale shrugged, picked up the tray, and walked away.

He didn’t know which table the drink was meant for. But whatever.. He’d figure it out while simultaneously keeping an eye out for their target.

Han Sooyoung had given them photos: a plain-looking brunette, unremarkable face, absolutely average in every way. Spotting him wouldn’t be difficult.

Executing the mission, however, was another matter. No way it could be done in just a single day, that’d be suspicious as hell. Plus, Han Sooyoung herself had admitted there was only a slim chance their target would even be here tonight.

Not that Cale ever fully trusted her intel. He still didn’t understand why Uriel, of all people, had made her their guide and informant. Sooyoung was forgetful, prone to mistakes, and sloppy with details. Cale had proof. Plenty of it.

Today, for example: first, she swore the target would definitely arrive early. Now? Suddenly it was a fifty-fifty shot.

..Or maybe her source of information was just complete garbage.

Who the hell knew.

“Excuse me.”

The unexpected tap on his shoulder made Cale stop short. He turned to find a woman with the same fiery red hair as him, her face twisted in a scowl.

Hm. Strange. Not many women walked into places like this. A client?

“Is that drink for number 32?” she asked.

Cale glanced at the tray. Sure enough, the tag read 32. He nodded.

“…Hah.” She sighed, giving him a pitying look.

…What?

“He’s… ugh. He’s in the bathroom. But, really, I’d suggest you don’t interrupt. Just leave the drink at his table.” She pointed lazily to a nearby spot before sinking back onto the couch.

Cale hesitated, lips pressed thin.

He could. But the mission today was about obtaining a white flower, earning favor from customers and climbing the ranks. He couldn’t afford to simply ignore.

He set the tray on the table but looked back at her. “...The customer’s in the bathroom, yes?”

The woman froze, pity flashing in her eyes again. She seemed ready to intervene but stopped herself after meeting his gaze. Shoulders dropping, she exhaled.

“…Yes.”

Cale gave a polite bow of thanks before striding toward the bathroom. The woman watched his retreating figure, murmuring under her breath:

“…Good luck.”

He didn’t hear.

The closer he got, the stronger the stench hit him, musk, sweat, and the unmistakable odor of cum. Moans echoed faintly down the hall.

Ah. So that’s why she pitied him.

…Well. Too late to backtrack now.

With a heavy, reluctant sigh, he pushed the bathroom door open and slipped inside, footsteps light, measured.

The deeper he went, the clearer it became.. the noises of flesh pounding against flesh, loud, shameless moans reverberating against the tiles, the stench practically suffocating.

…Fucking hell.

“Augh! A-Augh~ faster! M-More!”

The cries were deafening now. Slapping, wet thrusts, the vulgar rhythm of fucking drilled into Cale’s ears. His stomach churned, he wanted to vomit, wanted to storm right back out. Instead, rage simmered inside him. Who the hell had the audacity to use a public restroom for this shit?

Why had he even come in? He could’ve just shouted- “Sir, your drink’s ready!” and walked out. What the actual fuck was he thinking?!

There were rooms for that kind of thing. Private rooms! No way they couldn’t hold their urges.

And if some poor bastard genuinely needed to use the bathroom? What then? They’d be greeted by the sound of sloppy fucking echoing off tile.

Absolutely disgusting.

Cale clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing on the stall where the noise was loudest. The stalls here were big.

…Big enough for two.

Of course it was fucking intentional.

He had three options: one, walk away and pretend he heard nothing. Two, yell to announce his presence.

Or…

Bang!

The stall door flew open under the force of his kick.

Inside, a woman was bent over, moaning as a cock slammed deep into her pussy, cum dripping down her thighs.

…Holy shit.

Cale’s eye twitched, bile rising in his throat, but he forced himself to hold steady.

“W-What are you—!”

“Your drink is ready, sir.” Cale cut her off coldly, his glare snapping to the man clutching her hips. Golden hair, piercing blue eyes, pale skin, in another context, he’d look like a goddamn model.

“You—!”

“And also, I’m quite certain there are plenty of private rooms for this sort of thing. Not to mention that it’s against policy to fuck in the public restroom.” His voice was flat, annoyed, utterly unimpressed. He knew nothing shit about the policy except the not saying your real name but he could just create one, I mean, dudes here are just looking to fuck. Cale was sure 90% of the people here doesn’t know such rules and policies.

Cale blinked and just gave a nonchalant gaze.

Inside, however, he was spiraling.

Holy fucking shit. What the hell had possessed him to kick open the stall like that? And how the hell was the door so flimsy?!

He’s not the type to react violently and emotionally but if it’s too much he breaks down.

The man sighed, pulling out swiftly. The woman hissed at the loss, glaring up at him, but he simply shot the glare back and said, “Shoo.”

She flinched, trembling, before bolting for the exit, limping awkwardly but managing to flee.

Cale watched her go, then turned toward the exit himself, only to feel his wrist suddenly seized.

“Hold on.” the man said, grip tight.

Revulsion shot through Cale’s body. He knew exactly where those hands had been, what they’d been touching. There was no way in hell he’d let them touch him.

“Sir, release me. This is against-”

“Against what? Me planning to fuck you instead? Last I checked, that’s not against anything.” The man’s grin was wide, his tone mocking.

Cale froze. His expression faltered for the briefest second, nerves sparking. But anyone who truly knew him understood: fear would never control him.

“…What do you mean, ‘fuck me’.” His voice was sharp, angry now. Bold words, but rage made him reckless.

The man blinked, then smirked wider. “Aw, facade cracking already? I hate people who pretend. You’re one of them, aren’t you?”

Cale scoffed, ripping his wrist free with a slap. “Please. I don’t waste my breath on men who think doggy style is peak sex.”

He wasn’t sure if backtalking to a client was permitted. He didn’t care. Fury had overridden caution.

The man laughed, leaning against the sink, watching him with a gaze far darker than before.

Dangerous.

Cale swallowed hard. His instincts screamed at him, this was not safe. He needed to get out.

“Well? In your opinion, doggy style isn’t good? Is it because if I shoved my cock in you, you’d feel every inch, the tip pressing against your stomach?” The man’s chuckle was cruel. “Want to test it?”

“…No. Fuck off.” Cale’s glare was sharp, though disgust laced every word. He tried to shove the man back, but he wouldn’t budge.

Cale flinched and walked backwards slowly, he could either get away and run but he had a feeling this man wouldn’t let him go so easily.

The man finally stopped at his tracks when Cale’s back hit the cold wall with a soft thud, Cale quickly tried to make an opening but the man slammed his right hand on the wall to stop Cale from running away.

Cale hissed and looked down to make a plan but before he could do he looked up again and shouted. “What the fuck.” He accidentally said when his eyes saw the man’s dick laying out openingly.

Cale just looked up and closed his eyes, he’s for sure gonna vomit after seeing that but at the same time he’s curious how that can be so big..

Is it even human sized..

Ah what the fuck was he thinking!!

Cale shook his head fast and just whispered curses and curses not even realizing the man was still cornering him and was looking at his expression with an amused grin.

“I mean, look at you. Standing here, tempting me with your body, daring me.” His voice dipped low, dangerous.

“Sir, I don’t know what else to say but fuck you, no way in hell I’d ever fuck you.” Cale flipped him off for emphasis.

The man just grinned. “Can you say that to a customer? Pretty sure not.” His free hand snaked to Cale’s waist. Cale flinched, hissing as the grip tightened cruelly. “…Every client here should be obedient, able to take cock in every hole. You don’t fit that mold. Want me to report you?”

“…Go ahead, bitch.” Cale’s reply was flat, uncaring. He knew provoking this type of people was going to bite him on his ass later on but if his other friends were in this type of situation, Cale knew Dokja and Yoojin would do and say the same thing.

The man’s eyes widened, then laughter spilled out. “Pfft—”

…Not good.

Before Cale could dart away, both his sides were seized, his waist squeezed tightly.

“Stop—!”

“You’ve got quite the slutty waist for a man. Or are you just built to be a whore?”

Cale cursed Sooyoung under his breath. If she hadn’t stopped him from bringing weapons, this bastard would already be dead.

“…Take your fucking hands off me.” His death-glare was lethal, but the man only smirked, as though entertained.

“You really are a cute little bitch.” His hands groped, kneaded, squeezed. Cale flinched, he had skill, yes, but sometimes, raw strength really wasn’t his advantage.

The man leaned in close, lips brushing Cale’s ear. “…You’re in perfect condition to be fucked right now.”

Cale shoved, uselessly.

“And you’ll look so hot on all fours, taking it in that doggy style you despise.”

“…The fuck are you saying!” Cale snapped, body trembling with disgust.

The man chuckled, licking the shell of his ear. Cale swung a fist, but it was caught midair.

“…Shame I’m out of time.”

…What?

Cale’s eyes darted to the man’s face. No cracks, no weakness, just unfiltered amusement.

“Today was fun. I’ll be seeing you again.” His grin widened.

Cale flipped him off again.

The man tilted his head, savoring the sight. Cale’s movements, his tone, his posture, intoxicating. Even his disgust was seductive.

He leaned close one last time.

“Now then… hop along, little bunny.”

The moment his arms loosened, Cale bolted. He didn’t look back, didn’t stop until he burst out of the restroom, lungs burning, racing back to the counter.

Beacrox was there, giving him a strange look, but said nothing, simply returning to his work.

Cale stood there, catching his breath.

…What the actual fuck just happened.

“..Sir.” Rosalyn tried to keep her voice polite, but it came out shaky with doubt. “Uh, what happened there?..” she pushed, unable to stop herself.

Alberu chuckled, taking a long sip of the beer Cale had handed him while Cale was in the restroom. “A cute little bunny gave me more fun than that bitch did.”

“..Little bunny?..” Rosalyn murmured to herself.

Oh.

Now that she thought about it, she had seen a man wearing a bunny outfit, the same one she’d given a quick ‘good luck’ to.

“..So? How was it?” Rosalyn asked with a sigh; there was no stopping a chaebol’s son from doing whatever he wanted. “..Did you fuck him?”

“This is why I love you, Rosalyn. You’re just brutally honest.” Alberu smiled, and Rosalyn returned the gesture with a middle finger and a disgusted look.

“..Also, you had some private arrangements with a client, right? She offered a deal, didn’t she?” Rosalyn pressed on. “That you’d make her yours and boost her rank if you were her first.”

Alberu simply nodded.

“Sickening.” Rosalyn said, sinking back onto the couch. She couldn’t help noticing Alberu’s eyes roaming the room, clearly looking for someone.

“..If you want, I can ask for his name.” Rosalyn sighed. Alberu only smiled and shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just call him ‘My Little Bunny Boy’ hehe.” Alberu laughed, and Rosalyn nearly threw something at him but caught herself.

Rosalyn exhaled. “..By the way.. did that bunny boy know you?”

Alberu paused mid-sip and thought for a beat. “Judging from how he spoke to me, no. He’s got that arrogant air like he wants someone to fuck him—”

“I’M asking if he knew you, NOT how you plan to fuck him when the chance arises.” Rosalyn snapped before Alberu could finish and give her an ulcer with his filthy imagination.

Alberu ignored her and went back to drinking. Rosalyn just stared and sighed.

“..We have to leave soon, so drink up.” Rosalyn snapped her fingers; the guards around them bowed and melted away. “..After all, you’re the heir to the Political Prime Minister.”

Alberu gave a low, amused chuckle.

“Ah, I almost forgot!” he joked.

“..Please get ready. You have a meeting, It’s a miracle you agreed to even come here.” Rosalyn insisted.

Alberu laughed, rose slowly, slipped on his blazer, and grinned. “Haha! I was bored so I accepted that bastard’s invite. Don’t regret it, I met a cute little bunny.”

Rosalyn shivered at the memory. “..Fucking chaebols, I swear to God..” she muttered.

“What was that?” Alberu asked.

“Nothing.” Rosalyn hurried to say.

Alberu slammed his beer down and they headed for the exit of their private room.

So yeah, Cale had been right. Alberu did keep a private room.

But Alberu only wanted to needle Cale and watch his reaction. Nobody talked back to him like Cale did, He was the first to resist, the first not to fawn.

..Most people would’ve begged to be touched.

And it always came with a price.

..Sickening.

Hearing Cale’s attitude intrigued Alberu. the bold, exotic bunny-boy who dared to speak back, who wouldn’t be curious? The way Cale carried himself made Alberu want to see more.

“Please, for the love of God, stop staring like that or I’ll stab you in your sleep..” Rosalyn snapped when she caught Alberu licking his lips and propping his chin on his hands.

“Whaaat? No way, I wouldn’t fuck him that fast-” Alberu protested.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Alberu laughed as they walked, then snapped his fingers and a guard bowed.

“Where’s the thing the owner gave me?” he asked, and everyone, including Rosalyn, flinched.

“..Sir, that—” Rosalyn tried to interrupt, but Alberu cut her off.

He chuckled. “That sly old man gifted it to me for showing up. Of course I’ll use it.” He smirked, and Rosalyn panicked inwardly.

Because if he handed that to the bunny boy, he’d be here every single day, and as his assistant, Rosalyn wasn’t about to tolerate that. She hated the stench of booze and that cloying mix of perfumes.

“Give it to one of the managers in this area and tell them to pass it to the bunny boy, say it’s from me.” Alberu said, smiling in that quiet, threatening way.

Rosalyn sighed. “..It’s fine I'll do it instead.”

Rosalyn sighed, knowing she couldn’t stop him no matter what she said. With a muttered complaint, she hurried off to do as he ordered.

“Fuck.. why is it so hard to please those bastards.” Hours had passed since Cale resumed his serving duties after that shitshow he walked into at the restroom.

He’d rather erase it from memory because at the end of the day, once the mission ended, he was leaving this place. No reason to feel attached, no reason to feel embarrassed.

..But if Cale ever got the chance, he would gladly kill that bastard he’d met inside the restroom.

Hah.

His nerves had been on edge ever since that run-in, and the people here only made it worse. The wrinkled old geezers he kept waiting on were rude, disgusting perverts who only wanted to fuck. Not a single one of them had a trait beyond those clichés!

And honestly, he tried to be nice, genuinely nice, but the way those fossils wanted things to go? Not an option. Cale would never sleep with anyone here.. unless it was absolutely necessary or the information was worth risking it.

But these old geezers? Just drunk assholes looking to get wasted. Useless. No way in hell they held anything worth knowing.

So fuck those geezers.

What was really bugging him was that he hadn’t gotten a single white flower yet. That detail had him more stressed than anything else, because for their original plan to go smoothly, he needed that white flower.

Sure, he’d had the chance earlier, but his very first customer turned out to be an asshole. Don’t get him wrong.. there’s nothing wrong with being a playboy, screwing around with whoever. Cale couldn’t care less how strangers lived their lives. That guy could sleep with dozens of people and Cale still wouldn’t give a damn.

..But what pissed him off was the fact that he was fucking in public! Han Sooyoung did warn him they’d see a lot of screwing, but Cale wasn’t going to tolerate that. In his eyes, sex was private business, doing it in public was downright idiotic.

That’s his stance. Don’t argue with him on it.

“Excuse me.” A tap on his shoulder snapped Cale from his thoughts.

..Wait, why does this feel so familiar?

Déjà vu is really a bitch..

He turned and saw the same woman from earlier, the one who had wished him luck, the one who had the same hair color as him.

“Hello, ma’am.” Cale smoothed his tone into something friendlier to hide the anger. “What may I help you with?” He tilted his head, flashing her a fake smile.

..But from the way she looked at him, he could tell she saw right through the act, and that alone made Cale more guarded than ever.

“I’m sorry to disturb you at work but..” she exhaled, pulling out a glass case that held a hair clip.

Wait.

..A ribbon hair clip?

Then she produced another item, a white flower.

“The man you met earlier asked me to give you these.” At that moment, the sight of the white flower nearly made Cale faint with relief.

..But what the hell was up with the hair clip?

Without warning, the woman shoved both items into his hands and tapped his shoulder. “..I pity you, and I regret ever saying he was in the bathroom.”

?

“What?” Cale asked, baffled, but before he could get any clarification, she had already walked off, leaving him holding the items.

Hah.

Cale just stood there, dumbfounded, trying to decode what her words meant. Was it a warning? Maybe danger? Or maybe not.. Honestly, he aslo regretted going into that restroom at all. If he could turn back time, he’d avoid meeting that blond bastard altogether.

But anyways..

Cale sighed, staring down at what he’d been handed. Instead of feeling relieved over the flower, he was fixated on the odd ribbon hair clip inside the glass case.

Why the sudden hair clip?

He tucked the flower behind his ear and opened the case, taking a closer look.

It was.. a cherry hair clip?

What?..

The clip was playful, styled as a tidy red bow layered over a gingham ribbon, with two glossy cherries dangling at its center. A hint of white lace peeked from beneath, softening the bold design. Cheerful, almost whimsical, the kind of trinket that could brighten even the dullest hairstyle.

Hm.

Cale wasn’t the type to be suspicious by default, but given the kind of arrogant prick who sent this.. yeah, it felt shady.

He thought about returning it, but the woman was already long gone and nowhere within reach. He could chase after her, sure, but she looked exhausted by both her work and her life.

Cale got it.

..But wait.

“How the hell does he know my fake name was Cherry?”

Chapter Text

“Uh- Uh..” Kim Dokja tried to speak but the sight of people fucking made him lose the spirit he had earlier. Han Sooyoung did mention that they would be seeing this type of thing but Kim Dokja wasn’t prepared for it!

And plus! Who would fuck in a pool area?!

Kim Dokja walked backward slowly until his back hit the cold glass of the door he had come from earlier. He wasn’t really expecting to be put in a pool area as big as those in rich K-dramas! He had expected maybe.. something tame, something vanilla but his scriptwriter really hated him so much that they put him in here!

Sickening.

With a sigh, and probably a prayer (Kim Dokja knows he doesn’t pray often but for just once he wanted as he felt his eyes would melt if he looked more than one second to those erotic positions-)

“Ahh!! What the fuck am I thinking?!” Kim Dokja shrieked. The erotic sounds of moans and squelch wasn’t really helping him at all! Why the fuck did he got put to a open area sex?!

He plopped down the cold tile like those on pools and silently weep, his head was turned to not see the sickening and disgusting sex scenes he saw earlier. Kim Dokja rather stabbed himself rather than look at those for more than one second. If he did, that’s not him. call a priest right now.

Augh!! Why the fuck Han Sooyoung put me here?!..

“Excuse me!”

Huh?

Kim Dokja stopped his weeping and looked up to see a woman maybe in her late 20s like him. He tilted his head and the woman just chuckled. Unlike Kim Dokja, she wasn’t wearing erotic clothes but a white polo, a black suit vest and black fitted pants.

Is she not a client?

That’s weird.

“Are you new here?” the woman asked and picked Kim Dokja up to make him stand over.

Woah. She’s strong...

“Uh, Yes..” Kim Dokja answered with an unsure tone but the woman just laughed and sighed, now that Kim Dokja thinks about it.. she had a strange but eye-captivating hair color. She was blonde and her aura had that dominating vibe.

“Good! So you’re the 25th client here, follow me and I’ll show you the rules.” the woman said with a smile and started walking, Kim Dokja didn’t know what to do so he just followed her.

Minutes later, they arrived at the end of the area and in front of an opaque glass sliding door. Kim Dokja doesn’t know what lays inside but for safety, he quietly positioned himself in his fighting stance.

However..

When the woman opened the sliding door, there laid inside a cozy dark interior bar. There’s a counter inside and three soft red velvet couches. It seemed like it was for resting.

And Kim Dokja was right as he entered the space to get a better look and saw clients laying on the couches and their bodies were full of cum.

“What?!” Kim Dokja accidentally shouted and it caught the attention of everyone, the woman from earlier just laughed at his reaction and one of the clients.

“Is he new?” one of the clients who was lying on the couch asked, she had a very seductive aura from the way she even lays down. Kim Dokja looked the other way rather than them.

The woman nodded and took Kim Dokja’s hand and slid the sliding door closed. She then made Kim Dokja sit on the stool bar at the counter and sit beside him.

“So.. what’s your name?” the woman asked.

“S-Star.” Kim Dokja isn’t one to stutter but the situation he was experiencing and the things he saw were making him a little shy rather than his brave attitude.

“That’s a great name! I’m Jang Hayoung, nice to meet you!” she greeted Kim Dokja with a smile. Kim Dokja just.. nodded and looked at the place once again.

It had a cozy bar vibe with a counter and a space for a bartender, and the place had this design that made you calm down. But considering what this place was.. Kim Dokja couldn’t help but feel wary even if his body tried to relax.

He’s an assassin with years of experience, a professional. So he knows better than to be vulnerable.

“Well let me introduce and give you the rules!” Jang Hayoung said with a cheery tone. “First of all, I know you already know this but clients can’t say your real name for safety purposes.”

Kim Dokja nodded.

“Second, if someone was harassing you, please run here. They can’t do anything to you if you refuse.. unless!.. they pay a huge amount of money for you.”

Kim Dokja almost felt relieved to hear that he could refuse customers but the fear quickly returned when he heard that customers could do anything if they paid a huge amount of money. (He quickly forgot Han Sooyoung’s advice when it came to these.)

Now.. Kim Dokja knew a bunch of old men bastards who had a lot of money for some reason and that made him worry. He couldn’t abandon the mission and yet he couldn’t fuck someone random. But at the same time, he couldn’t get out. He had a contract.

Fuck.

“Third, this place here is a safe place for clients! If you need rest for such activities then you can rest here!” Jang Hayoung chuckled. She seemed like such a bright person, how the hell could she act like that..

Kim Dokja never really understands how other people do it. Sure.. he did.. watch porn when he was stressed and masturbated with it but he couldn’t ever imagine having sex. It must’ve felt amazing by how those actresses made those expressions but Kim Dokja digressed.

He never had any sex. He’s a virgin if that isn’t obvious..

Well, take that with a grain of salt since like he said, he is a virgin. A person who never fucked anybody.

Anyways.. so that’s why those clients were covered with.. cum.

With a sigh, Kim Dokja straightened his back and just waited for Jang Hayoung to continue talking.

“Ah.” Jang Hayoung noticed he was waiting and thought for a second. “Uh, a piece of advice for you.. if you see something you shouldn’t have seen, then it’s better to pretend it didn’t happen and feign ignorance.”

The other clients on the couch nodded slowly as if agreeing to her words and Kim Dokja couldn’t help but notice they wore such pained expressions when Jang Hayoung said that.

Hm.

They probably already experienced such things that Kim Dokja didn’t want to explore, he wanted to be respectful even if he was dying with curiosity.

Silence began to fill the air again as Kim Dokja scratched his head in embarrassment, he was supposed to do his job which was to deliver drinks so what was he doing? Hah. He should have a small talk.

“Er, are all divisions like this?” Kim Dokja asked.

Jang Hayoung’s eyes lit up the moment Kim Dokja asked a question. “You mean wings? Well we are on the right wing. So uh, not exactly.. if you’re talking about the vibes I can 100% say it’s a no as the left and middle wings are more popular and were assigned to have more clients, bartenders and guards. While here.. it’s limited, the right wing isn’t exactly popular you know?”

Kim Dokja slowly nodded.

Jang Hayoung continued. “Plus.. there’s been a bunch of bastards who come here because this wing isn’t getting a proper inspection.”

That’s not good.

Kim Dokja swears he just wants to go home right now.

“But yeah! That’s about it.” Jang Hayoung smiled.

Kim Dokja just blinked. “Uhm, I meant about this space.”

Jang Hayoung blinked.

“..Oh.”

Kim Dokja awkwardly smiled and Jang Hayoung just scratched her head in embarrassment. “Well.. a place where clients could rest? Nah. It’s only here, it’s because I practically begged them to add one hehe.”

Oh.

Then the chance of his friends resting was a slim chance.

Poor Cale and Yoojin..

“Well!” Jang Hayoung suddenly stood up making Kim Dokja flinch. “Let’s just wait for the bartender and you can start doing your work!”

“Huh?.. wait, you’re not the bartender?” Kim Dokja asked, Jang Hayoung just laughed at that.

“Nope! I’m the person in charge of taking care of the clients. Medic if you want something simple.”

Ah..

Then who’s the bartender?

Suddenly, the sliding door opened with a slam that made everyone suddenly flinch.

“Hey! Be careful on the door will you?!” Jang Hayoung said with an angry tone but her expression was just pouting.

“..Sorry. I was hurrying, am I late?”

..Hold on?

That voice!..

Kim Dokja turned his body so fast he could swear his bones cracked and Jang Hayoung looked concerned but he just ignored that because once his eyes landed on the person who slid the sliding door with a slam he could almost swear God was on his side.

“Then I should get started!” Jung Heewon, who was standing just an inch away from Kim Dokja, gave him a coy smile and walked towards the bartending space and started preparing things.

“Who’s she?” one of the clients on the couch asked and Jang Hayoung smiled.

“She’s our new bartender! I don’t know why our last bartender suddenly disappeared and went silent but I’m glad we have a new bartender!” Jang Hayoung said.

Kim Dokja mentally laughed at the mention of the last bartender suddenly disappearing because he knew Han Sooyoung or at least Uriel did something or pulled some strings to make that happen.

But.. why is she here? Kim Dokja was sure Cale and Han Yoojin weren’t receiving the same treatment so it’s even more confusing why he had a companion in today’s mission.

He should talk about it with her later then.

“Now then, let’s get you started!” Jang Hayoung then turned to Kim Dokja who only gulped in fear.

“Are you sure I would only deliver this and nothing will happen?” Kim Dokja asked for the 10th time as he held the tray with two drinks. He was practically shaking in his boots.

“I saw that customer and he was pretty nice and seemed like just wanted a nice company and not some sexual stuff.” Jang Hayoung reassured him but Kim Dokja isn’t buying any of that shit.

But with a sigh, he walked slowly towards the sliding door with a grimace expression. It also wasn’t helping that every move was making his skin crawl as he felt his exposed clothes (can it be even called clothes?) went up every move. Even if he had safety shorts on, he still felt exposed..

Jang Hayoung followed him and opened the door for him with a smile.

“Remember! You should always smile!” Jang Hayoung said with a cheery tone for one last time before slamming the sliding door with a loud shut.

All Kim Dokja can do was tremble all along but still tried to walk forward anyway.

He has a motto as an assassin and that is—“You aren’t gonna get anything done if you don’t get it done.”

It’s a pretty funny motto for a guy like him who reads webnovels all day long and actually doesn’t get anything done but at least he had the spirits right?..

Oh whatever.

He walked towards the cold, slippery tiles with still a grimace expression. Other clients who noticed him were glaring but he didn’t care.

Finally, he reached his destination with a forced smile on his face and bowed on the customer.

“H-Hello sir, here’s your drink!”

Fuck! He stuttered!

The man on the table looked up and blinked at Kim Dokja, he then tapped the table lightly to gesture where Kim Dokja could put the tray.

He nodded and placed the tray on the table just like what the customer wanted. Kim Dokja finally calmed down his nerves when he saw the customer not paying attention to him and went back to doing something on his phone.

..Maybe this isn’t really bad..

Who the fuck is he kidding? This is fucking bad.

“I’m sorry! I really didn’t know!”

Kim Dokja would’ve preferred the silent moans and there rather than a terrified shout and scream.

..That means something happened.

Kim Dokja looked ahead to the scene where the shout was heard. Other clients around the area were also looking. Whispers suddenly entered his ears and that is not good.

There, a man.. presumably in his 50s or so, was standing up looking pissed at a client who was trembling while holding a tray of two drinks in it. Another figure on the other side of the table was two men just watching the scene unfold.

Kim Dokja can’t really see their faces but he knew just from their stance, even though they were sitting, was telling him something.

..Those guys are dangerous.

“Who are you talking back to, you whore?!” The man in his 50s shouted back, making the client tremble more.

Kim Dokja sighed at the scene and decided to ask a client around him.

“Hey, uhm, so.. what’s happening?” Kim Dokja asked.

The client was surprised but quickly sighed at Kim Dokja and just shook her head. “I think those two guys were big shots or something, everyone was walking eggshells around them and now this old fart wanted to show off I think?”

Kim Dokja just nodded and thanked the client before going closer to look and hear better from the scene.

..So those guys are big shots huh.

Better make the night calm again so Kim Dokja can focus on getting the mission done.

He was actually planning not to do anything, he would just let the few guards around them take care of it but it seems like they weren’t doing anything too.

It seems like the old fart was also a big shot, huh?

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Jang Hayoung sliding the door open from the room he came from earlier and giving worried looks at the scene. Jung Heewon was behind her and was slowly getting ready to roll her sleeves up to fight if something happened.

..seems like both of them knew that having a fight would throw off their synchronized plans.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I really didn’t..” the client talked back again, more scared this time.

“This again? Your excuses won’t make you a better slut!” The old fart shouted again.

Seriously, Kim Dokja is getting irritated that no one was doing anything.

But he was surprised to see Jung Heewon walking up to the scene and guarding the client behind her back.

“I’m sorry sir.” Jung Heewon said with a monotone voice that made Kim Dokja laugh a little. It’s like she’s reading a boring script..

“It seems like we made a mistake in your drinks, as an apology.. the drinks are in the house.” Jung Heewon continued. Kim Dokja whistled and praised her mentally.

So this was the capabilities of a S-Section female assassin, huh?

It seems like it was going well as the old fart was calming down and the two figures from the opposite still didn’t move or talk.

Kim Dokja turned around to continue his task but not before catching something at the corner of his eye. A guy on the side, really suspicious, walked up to the cart where Jang Hayoung put the apology drinks in and sprinkled something on the two drinks.

...

Are you fucking serious?

Is this what it really is?..

You’ve gotta be kidding him.

Also, props to the guy because nobody actually caught him except himself. Jang Hayoung seemed to go back to get something and all attention was still at the commotion.

Never in his life would he think this was an assassination attempt. Striking up a messy scene so someone gets the chance to put the poison in? Classic tactic but Kim Dokja knows that it doesn’t work all the time. The guy even barely stirred it! The poison should’ve been quite visible if not stirred.

But to be honest, why didn’t he think of this? This was a place for degenerate people. Some big shots also come here so it’s not really that surprising that someone would take the chance to do an assassination attempt here.

But again, that was really clumsy and unprofessional..

That was advice from a professional assassin.

..But this won’t do.

Before the guy could push the cart so he could go to the commotion, Kim Dokja pushed past clients and ran over and stopped the guy.

“Excuse me! I was the one who was supposed to deliver this cart, would you mind?” Kim Dokja took the handle of the cart and gripped it, he gave out a sweet smile and tilted his head.

The guy flinched and tried to argue but Kim Dokja levelled up his persistence and pushed the guy off, still with a smile of course. He doesn’t look like a client, so maybe a customer?

“A-Ah.. is that so?” The guy awkwardly laughed. “The left one is for Mr. Kang and the right one are for the Yoo Twins.”

Kim Dokja just nodded at those words with a smile. He had no clue who the hell that was but guessing how two figures were sitting on the opposite side, Kim Dokja guessed they might be the twins.

..The Yoo Twins huh?

Also, saying which one is which while they’re the same drink is suspicious but Dokja didn’t say anything.

With that, the guy left. Kim Dokja made a ‘tch’ sound and shook his head. Rule number one of being an assassin is making sure your target was really dead. How could he just leave it to another person and not attend it himself?

Hah.

With a disappointed sigh, Kim Dokja walked over to the scene with a monotone expression. Jung Heewon noticed him coming in and gave him a curious expression but Kim Dokja just smiled at her. At that, Heewon let it go, seemingly understanding that it was something important for Kim Dokja to take over.

Finally he walked into the scene.

The first thing he took in was the client who got shouted, still trembling behind Heewon. The second thing he took in was the old fart still standing looking angry as if the world was going to end.

Jung Heewon and the trembling client stepped back so Kim Dokja could push the cart further and bring their drinks.

“Finally. What good uses are you sluts for being so slow?” The old fart finally sat down and looked at Kim Dokja with disgust. Kim Dokja bit his tongue but not enough to bleed so he can’t say anything that he might regret.

Kim Dokja bowed in apologies and quickly arranged the cart, but when Kim Dokja took the drinks, he turned around and covered what he was doing and quickly switched the drinks.

What might seem like a normal gesture from outside but it was not. Fortunately, Jung Heewon noticed it and got around to what was happening and she chuckled under her breath.

Kim Dokja saw her hiding her expression and smiled too.

..Unbeknownst to Kim Dokja, two people actually also saw the small change and gesture.

Kim Dokja then sat the two drinks on the table and bowed a little.

Don’t look at them.. Don’t look at them.. Don’t look at them.. Don’t look at them..

He didn’t bow that low. He could swear his clothes were going up when he tried to bow low the other time.

The old fart took it with no hesitation and drank it all. Kim Dokja wore a satisfied smile and walked backwards to make his presence smaller, unnoticeable even.

Kim Dokja didn’t exactly listen to the convo the old fart was saying now but he stuck around. He didn’t even know if that was really a poison.. maybe something else?

“Come on Mr. Yoo’s! Please drink some~” the old fart said with a laugh.

Kim Dokja blinked and made a confused face.

So that’s the Yoo Twins-

When Kim Dokja’s eyes took a look at them, he wasn’t expecting the twins to be looking back at him. He flinched and quickly looked away and made his presence even smaller by also hiding behind Jung Heewon.

Kim Dokja heard a chuckle and saw in the corner of his eyes that the two figures finally drank the first drink. At least one of them has, the other twin seemed like the more furious type as he didn’t drink the drink handed to him.

“Ack—” the old man coughed.

Oh?

Was the effect hitting now?

That was fast.

Kim Dokja chuckled under his breath.

The man continued to cough and cough, gaining again the attention of other customers and clients.

“A-Augh.. why was.. why is it so hot?..” The old man complained and Kim Dokja swore he saw the twins giving the man a death stare.

Hm.

Looks like it wasn’t poisonous after all.

It seems like it was aphrodisiac.

But why would someone want the twin to drink some aphrodisiac? You know what, Kim Dokja doesn’t really wanna know that..

“Guards.”

Kim Dokja flinched once again when he heard a deep, infuriating voice. He looked over to realize that one of the twins said that.

Honestly, in his opinion, they look quite the same. The only difference is that one of them has a few scars on their face and his right eye is golden. The other guy has no scars or any golden eyes but they still look the same.

Hm..

Suddenly, a man, whom Kim Dokja can only characterize as buff as hell, walked over to the table and escorted the old man who was twitching and shaking.

..Eugh.

The old man did try to scream though, saying things like— “wait.. it wasn’t supposed to be me..” “This was wrong..”

Kim Dokja wheezed at those dying words and hoped no one caught it. But again, two people caught how he wheezed.

“That’s what you get from tampering with someone’s drink, asshole.” Kim Dokja whispered under his breath that only Jung Heewon and the client behind her could hear. He made sure to cover his mouth so no one could read what he was saying.

One of the twins though, whistled and smirked at Kim Dokja.

Now that the problem was already gone, most clients went back to pleasing customers and ignoring what just happened. They really want to pretend nothing happened huh?

Well that was his cue also. Jung Heewon did the same by bowing to the twins and taking the hand of the scared client. They started to walk and Kim Dokja followed them.

“Hold on.”

A deep voice interrupted them.

Jung Heewon stopped in her tracks and looked at the twins with a confused expression. “..What is the matter, Mr. Yoo?”

The other twin with the scars laughed and pointed at Kim Dokja with a smirk.

“I want him to stay.”

..
...
....

..Kim Dokja slowly looked around him to see if there was someone behind him or on his side.

None.

“M-Me?” Kim Dokja accidentally asked, his masked expression slowly fading. One of the twins chuckled at his expression and shrugged.

“Of course it’s you, my darling.” The guy said. “Who would it be if not you? Someone as beautiful as the stars can’t be ignored as they say.”

Jung Heewon hissed under her breath and gave a pitiful look at Kim Dokja’s direction. Kim Dokja did the same as he gave that look at Jung Heewon.

She blinked while sweating down and thinking of the choices she had to make. There’s absolutely nothing wrong if they did this route but.. Jung Heewon can exactly see that the twins were something dangerous.

If not for being rich (just by how they dressed), maybe there’s a chance that they have a dangerous background. Jung Heewon can’t exactly pick an option where they get attention.

But at the same time, they don’t have the option to say no at all..

With a defeated sigh, Jung Heewon did a slight nod and she could see Kim Dokja dying inside.

She continued walking with the client and just hoped everything would be okay.

Kim Dokja was screaming mentally. He swears someone can take out a knife right now and he can kill himself with it.

He gripped his hands and looked back at where the twins were, they were both looking at Kim Dokja.

The other twin with scars was smiling and gesturing the space in the middle of the couch they were sitting on, the other one was also looking at Kim Dokja but with a monotone expression.

Fuck! He should’ve just stayed quiet and let the tampering happen!!

“What are you doing still standing?” Finally, after rounds of silence, the other (emo) twin finally spoke and that made Kim Dokja flinch.

God damnit.

With a grimace expression, he finally walked up to the couch while looking down and sat in the middle of it. He still has his head down as he doesn’t want to look anywhere except the ground.

“Woah.. he got the twins to call him..”

“Is he a famous client? It’s amazing that he’s the first to ever go that close to the twins..”

Ahh!! Stop whispering stuff that he can hear!!!

“Why are you looking down?” One of the twins (emo) said.

“Yeah sweetheart, why are you looking down?”

“U-Uhm.. it’s nothing.” Kim Dokja tried his best to not stutter but still did anyway. Listen, he is a professional assassin but he is not a professional in seducing!!

He really should’ve taken Jang Hayoung’s advice of being blind to what you shouldn’t have seen. If he just stayed quiet, then maybe he wouldn’t be sitting here right now.

But at the same time, if the tampering did happen.. it would be chaos. Kim Dokja is 100% sure that the twins were really important and it would create chaos that he and Jung Heewon can’t resolve quickly.

Huuh..

“So what’s your name?” The twin on his left with the scars suddenly held Kim Dokja’s waist inside of the clothing, which made him flinch and hiss.

Kim Dokja just glared at him the moment his hands got in contact with his skin but quickly fixed it with a forced smile.

“Star! My name is Star, mister.” Kim Dokja said with a bittersweet tone.

His usual fear was gone now and was replaced by anger, though Kim Dokja hid it with a forced smile and a bittersweet tone.

The one with the scars just chuckled at his expression and rubbed Dokja’s waist inside of the hole of his clothing.

Eek!!

Kim Dokja flinched once again but quickly hid the fact that he did, one of the twins chuckled.

“So..” the one with the scars said. “Did you change our drinks when you were serving it?”

Fuck.

Kim Dokja froze at the seat but took a deep breath and cursed himself mentally. He then chuckled lightly and smiled at one of the twins.

“No sir, what do you mean by that?” He then tilted his head and made his expression as innocent as possible. The twins then looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Kim Dokja is surely scared of what will happen next but he had an inkling it wasn’t anything good.

The one with the scars then snapped his fingers and one of the guards behind them moved away. Kim Dokja looked at where the guard was going but a hand took his chin and made him look away.

“So now then.. let me introduce myself.” His hands were cupping both of Kim Dokja’s cheeks and Dokja can’t help but feel his eyes were twitching.

“I’m Secretive Plotter. Or you can just call me Plotter, darling.” He said. He then looked at his twin and rolled his eyes. “You can just call him a bastard or anything.”

Kim Dokja just nodded slightly but he knew from one glance that the other twin didn’t take it well.

The other (emo) twin had a dark glare and he was biting his lips. If looks could kill, Kim Dokja would be dead by now.

Before Kim Dokja could break the tension, the guard came back with a tray of two drinks in a cocktail glass. The guard then placed the tray and moved the previous drinks Kim Dokja placed, and with a bow, the guard moved away.

Kim Dokja just stayed silent and glared at the drinks.

What’s with the drinks?..

“Ah, here it is.” Plotter said with an amused smile. He then took one of the drinks and offered it to Kim Dokja.

Dokja just glared at it but sighed when he remembered he had no choice.

He took the drink slowly and looked at it, he could feel the twin’s glare at him but he ignored it and put the drink closer to his nose.

If he has anything to remember that is really important as an assassin..

..is that he needs to check every drink he receives.

And sure enough, when he sniffed it..

It smells sweet.

Kim Dokja has experienced many tamperings that he knew some substances just by smell, and in his guess.. it’s probably an aphrodisiac.

Poison is a negative, especially that the drink doesn’t have that smell. Kim Dokja can’t put his name on what the smell was but he just knows it.

He sniffed again and he was sure enough it was aphrodisiac. Aphrodisiacs aren’t really sweet but with a drink that wasn’t supposed to smell sweet, something was off.

Maybe because it was topped off with something sweet to cover the substance.

..Hah.

These..

These motherfuckers spiked my drink..

Kim Dokja tried not to squeeze the glass hard so it didn’t break but he still bit his lip to stop himself from saying something.

The twins were still staring at him so Kim Dokja knew he had no choice but to drink it. What can he do anyways? He was about to drink it and then suddenly not?

That will be suspicious as hell.

Plus, the twins probably knew he figured out that the drink was spiked.

Fuck everything really.

Kim Dokja should’ve really just walked away and pretended not to see the tampering.

Fuck everything and his life.

So with no option to choose from, Kim Dokja screamed every curse word in his mind and chugged the drink.

The twin’s eyes widened but did not do anything as Dokja continued to chug the drink. Plotter whistled and his twin just continued to look at Kim Dokja with a newfound interest.

Plotter saw that look on his twin’s face and also chuckled. Looks like they both found something interesting to keep coming back to the place, huh..

Kim Dokja coughed but emptied the drink and slammed it down onto the table with a sigh. He sat straight again and pretended nothing happened.

Even other people around them were looking directly at him but Dokja paid it no attention.

“Woah~ you’re definitely thirsty huh?” Plotter said with an amused tone. Kim Dokja just nodded slightly as he suddenly felt the heat coming in.

Shit.

Now he’s absolutely sure it’s an aphrodisiac.

Aughhh fuck his life!!

Kim Dokja tried to ignore how his limbs were slowly starting to shake and focused his attention on what he was about to do next. This wasn’t even the first time he got to taste aphrodisiacs..

As a professional assassin, you have to make your body accustomed to such poisons and substances in case backups come late for antidotes or you just can’t have an antidote.

But this time.. he’s very sure his body can’t handle it. His thighs were sweating, every inch of his body was sweating.

The aphrodisiac is probably stronger than the usual aphrodisiac he made his body accustomed to.

Fuck..

“What’s wrong? You feeling hot?” Plotter asked and slowly placed his hands with old scars on Kim Dokja’s thighs. Kim Dokja flinched and quickly tried to get away but Plotter gripped his plump thighs harder and he hissed.

“S-Stop-” Kim Dokja said with a shaky voice, completely forgetting the fact that he was supposed to be respectful.. but who the fuck cares anyways?

“Hm?” Plotter hummed with a smile on his face and started slowly stroking Kim Dokja’s right thigh with his thumb, circling it with a slow motion. “You okay, darling?”

This.. this fucking asshole!!

Is he seriously fucking asking if he’s okay?

Kim Dokja’s eyes were twitching in annoyance and if he had a weapon on him, he would’ve stabbed these twins.

Dokja just bit his lip hard and looked to his left where the other twin was. When his eyes caught sight of his eyes that were looking at Kim Dokja with an unnameable glare that screamed danger—

He shivered and quickly looked away.

..This is not good.

He tried to look over for help but Plotter blocked his sight with his face.

He can’t even cause a scene even if he wanted to, his whole body was trembling, the heat was too much and he can’t think clearly anymore. His vision was getting too blurry and he was sweating.

He needed to pretend to be someone, to be a nobody. If he started acting like his usual, guarded self.. he would come off as suspicious.

What can he even do in this type of situation?

“Hush, my dear.” Plotter then covered Dokja’s eyes with his other free hand but Dokja tried removing it. Plotter just smiled and continued stroking his thigh.

Kim Dokja flinched and quickly put his attention on what was happening to his thighs and attempted to remove the hand that was gripping it, but as expected, he couldn’t due to the symptoms he was feeling.

He tried to fight it, remove hands, and any attempt at movement to avoid feeling the heat more further and whatever it is down there. Plotter finally stopped gripping Dokja’s thighs and just stared at him. He was looking at how Kim Dokja flinched at every movement he did, how his pale skin was so red—so red you’d want to just bite it, how his hips twitched and swayed slowly. And how he took a panted breath every time.

His other twin did the same. He was watching how intoxicating Kim Dokja is.

“Sir—”

Suddenly a voice interrupted the twins’ fantasies.

The twins glared at the sudden person interrupting but she didn’t even flinch.

Jung Heewon glared back when she saw how Kim Dokja was sitting on the couch, dazed and seemed in some form of substance. He was panting and twitching.

That’s a sign that he got drugged and Jung Heewon fully knows it. They might be professional assassins but when you’re faced in a situation you’re supposed to act and were hit with a drug.. you can’t exactly run away from it.

She understood this better than anyone because this situation happens often. So it’s a really good thing Uriel sent her, an S-Section assassin, and two more undercover spies to protect the trio.

She was Kim Dokja’s protection in case something happens, as this mission isn’t exactly easy. There are a lot of important figures that can’t exactly be ignored and it’s really hard if you’re doing this alone, even if you’re a professional with years of experience.

Uriel was afraid that maybe something bad would happen as Heewon and practically everyone, knew that the trio was not experienced in these types of missions. Seducing? Clubs? Nah. Jung Heewon is more sure the mission would be more successful if the other female assassins carried it out.

But alas, she can’t, or in fact, no one can do anything because it’s from a trusted client that commissioned the mission.

It was a known fact that they needed a male assassin for this mission and only the trio was available for it. Other male assassins from the S-Section were busy with their other missions..

Well, no point in crying over spilled milk.

She was sent here to protect and assist if something happened.

And what would you know? It’s exactly happening right now.

“What do you need?” Plotter’s voice suddenly became low and he glared at Jung Heewon more. Heewon ignored it (again) and looked at the condition Kim Dokja was in.

As she expected, he’s not going to last longer.

“Excuse me but it seems like one of our clients-”

“He’s fine.” Jung Heewon looked further to see the other twin (emo) interrupted her and moved Kim Dokja closer to him.

Jung Heewon just raised an eyebrow at that but mentally she was enjoying this show.

It wasn’t like she was happy that her fellow assassin was suffering but she was a bit curious why the twins were acting this way.

She’s definitely gotta tattletale this to Han Sooyoung later.

“..I’m sorry.” Jung Heewon started speaking. “But we have a policy that if the client doesn’t want to, then I’m afraid you can’t.”

Plotter just tilted his head at that and smirked.

“Ah. That policy.” Plotter hummed and snapped his fingers, making guards behind them plop down a suitcase on the table.

Jung Heewon just cursed in her mind as she knew where this shit was going.

Plotter then moved closer to the table to open the suitcase and Heewon could swear she heard people gasping the moment it was opened.

And looks like she was right. As the suitcase did have money stacking on money inside.

“Your policy said that we have to pay, right? Here ya go!~” Plotter said with a mocking tone and did a peace sign at Jung Heewon. Heewon’s eyes twitched but still did not punch the guy as her hands wanted to.

“I’m sorry but—”

“..uhm?..”

Jung Heewon flinched when she saw Kim Dokja looking at her with hazy eyes. Looks like he got out of the haze in his mind.

Jung Heewon just gave him a look and sighed, there’s no possible explanation why one of the best assassins still drank something that had an aphrodisiac in it.

Then only one possible outcome: the twins were somewhat trying to test Kim Dokja.

Jung Heewon cursed in her mind.

She tried walking towards them but the guards just blocked her.

“Hm.” Plotter then suddenly spoke and sighed. He then took something inside his suit jacket but his twin glared at him in return.

“Ah.” Plotter chuckled. “You wanted to give it yourself huh, Hyuk-ie?”

The other twin just sighed and took the white flower from Plotter’s hands. Kim Dokja’s eyes landed on the white flower and suddenly he wasn’t feeling dizzy anymore.

“That’s!..” Kim Dokja suddenly stopped leaning down and moved closer to the other twin. He was surprised that Dokja was moving closer but he didn’t move away.

“That’s a white flower isn’t it?” Kim Dokja asked, his eyes sparkling. He’s so stressed about the whole situation that he forgot that he needed to have a white flower. “Isn’t it?”

“Come on, Hyuk-ie! Just give him it.” Plotter chuckled.

Hyuk-ie?.. Is that his name?

What a weird name.

Kim Dokja could swear the haze he felt earlier was gone now, maybe it was the rush of seeing the white flower.. or maybe not? Still, he could feel a headache and he was still sweating.

He just hoped he wasn’t smelling bad.. but with the amount of perfume and body wash he had to put in, he’s at least sure it won’t wear off easily.

With a sigh, Hyuk-ie, or as Kim Dokja likes to call him now, put the white flower behind his ear. Dokja flinched but did not pull away as his excitement was out of bounds.

Fuck finally!..

He successfully managed to get the agenda done for tonight, he hopes that his other friends were able to get one too.

“That’s not all, you know?” Plotter then wrapped something around Dokja’s neck that made him shiver. He felt something cold and almost reached for it but Hyuk-ie took his hands and held them to stop him.

When Dokja felt Plotter’s hands were gone, he quickly snatched off Hyuk-ie’s hands and touched his nape. He was expecting a hot sensation because he was still hot, but all he touched was something cold.

Huh?..

He looked down and saw a... necklace?..

What.

The necklace was made of silver chains and blue crystal beads that sparkled softly in the light. Small silver stars hung between the strands, and in the center was a crescent moon charm with little designs carved into it. From the moon, a few blue teardrop crystals dangled, swaying gently with each movement. It looked delicate and a little magical, something that reminded you of a clear night sky.

Holy fuck..

The necklace looks expensive as fuck.

What’s with the necklace all of a sudden?

Kim Dokja could swear that his confusion was swallowing down all of the haze and headaches he was feeling right now.

Though, he didn’t get time to recover when Hyuk-ie suddenly touched his earlobes and put an earring on it. Kim Dokja just blinked at what happened and quickly touched the earring on his left ear.

The earring he felt had a small silver star at the top, with another pointed star hanging below it. The metal was cool against his skin, light but firm, and it swayed slightly every time he moved.

It’s cold.

Jung Heewon, who was still there, was just standing and looking confused. Uriel nor Sooyoung said anything about jewelry. But the way people around them started whispering when one of the Yoo twins put a necklace on Dokja, Heewon just can’t ignore it.

Is it some type of leash?.. she thought.

But she didn’t get enough information when the Yoo twins suddenly stood up and patted Kim Dokja’s head, who was still in a daze and shocked at what was happening.

“Have fun without us, our star. We’ll see you again next time!” Plotter said with a big grin and an amused tone. Even his other twin was smiling slightly. That alone sent shivers down Heewon’s spine.

Gasps and whispering filled the air when the twins finally left. Some others were happy, some were jealous, some were sad, and some were clearly gossiping about what just happened.

Jung Heewon just sighed and walked towards Kim Dokja, shaking his shoulders slightly. She noticed how there was a red mark, probably a bruise, on Dokja’s right thigh.

..That’s not good.

She bit her lip and reminded herself that she needed to buy an ointment later. She just hoped that the other two assassins were doing okay.

“Heewon..” Dokja whispered weakly.

She flinched and looked at him, her expression softening instantly, ready to help with anything he might ask. But what she saw next froze her in place.

There was fury. Pure, cold fury burning behind Kim Dokja’s dazed eyes.

“I wanna fucking kill those guys.”

Heewon just blinked.

“Oh.”

That was all she could say.

..Looks like she doesn't need to worry that much?

For a long moment, they just stared at each other, Heewon realizing what this meant, and Kim Dokja already planning about fifty different ways to bury two very rich twins alive.

So much for staying unnoticed tonight..

Heewon sighed, rubbing her temples.

“Alright.” she muttered under her breath. “Guess I’ll prepare the body bags.” she joked.

Kim Dokja huffed out a bitter laugh, still glaring in the direction the twins had gone. “Make it quick then. Before I change my mind and make it slow.”

Heewon just gave him a deadpan look. “You’re lucky you’re still drugged, or I’d believe that.”

Kim Dokja snorted. the smallest grin tugging at his lips despite the mess. His pulse was still racing, his skin hot and sticky, and the necklace and earring felt uncomfortably heavy on him.

Still, one thought echoed in his head.

If those bastards think they can toy with me and walk away unscathed..

He cracked his knuckles slowly.

They’ve got another thing coming.

“Yoo Joonghyuk. You should’ve let me give the flower instead.” Plotter said with an annoyed expression and tone.

Yoo Joonghyuk, or as he was known earlier, Hyuk-ie, rolled his eyes and looked outside the car window.

“I can’t let you take all the spotlight on our new darling.” Yoo Joonghyuk said simply.

“Fuck you.” Plotter said with a smile.

The driver was trembling in his seat but kept his mouth shut, terrified of being killed on the spot.

“Joonghyun.” Yoo Joonghyuk called out to his twin. “You also think he knew right?”

Plotter, or Yoo Joonghyun, chuckled and clapped his hands. “Of course I knew. It might’ve not been obvious but I could tell he knew it had an aphrodisiac in it.”

Yoo Joonghyuk just nodded.

“And plus, he has that glare that calculates everything in his space.” Yoo Joonghyun continued. “He knew pretty much that we were testing him yet he still drank it. How amusing.”

Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at his twin’s expression and sighed quietly.

“I just wanna fucking rip that slutty outfit off and lick every single inch of his body.” Yoo Joonghyun licked his lips and rested his fingers against his chin. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t say anything but he knew Joonghyun wanted the same thing.

“Well.. we do have him locked off now. It was a quick decision to give him those but I just can’t help it, he’s too interesting and cute~” Yoo Joonghyun said.

“We still need to be careful. He can be an enemy sent to honeytrap us.” Yoo Joonghyuk said with a serious tone.

“Honeytrap us? When the fuck did you learn that word? Pfft-” Yoo Joonghyun burst out laughing but stopped when Joonghyuk pulled out the gun inside his suit jacket. “Oh come on! I was joking.”

“But still, if he was an enemy, he could’ve ignored the tampering.”

“..He knew about it?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, intrigued.

“Duh. That asshole who was talking to us about increasing the value of our weapons was planning to tamper our drink right? I saw our star in the corner of my eye taking the tray instead of the original guy who tampered with the drink.” Yoo Joonghyun chuckled. “He must’ve thought that if the tampering happened, we would’ve died.”

“That’s bullshit. I would bring out my gun and start shooting that motherfucker head on.” Yoo Joonghyuk spat while Joonghyun just laughed.

“Come on Hyuk-ie, if our star heard that he would’ve started hiding away from you~” Joonghyun teased.

Yoo Joonghyuk did nothing but roll his eyes and ignored his twin.

“Oh well, even if he did run away..” Yoo Joonghyun grinned. “We would still chase him down and if needed, we would tie him up.”

The car went silent for a moment, only the faint hum of the engine filling the air.

Then Yoo Joonghyuk smirked slightly. “You sound too sure of that.”

Yoo Joonghyun leaned back on the seat with a sly grin. “Oh, I’m more than sure.”

Chapter Text

“woah.. you guys have it hard huh?” Han Yoojin sighed and gave pityful looks when he saw Kim Dokja and Cale plopped down on the couch, hiding their faces.

After hours of serving, they all caught up inside the room they were in earlier for dressing them up and fixing them.

Cale arrived first, making Han Sooyoung run up to him and make sure to check if he was hurt, thankfully, Sooyoung found none.

Things can’t be said for Kim Dokja, who arrived second and when Han Sooyoung saw the bruise mark on his right thigh, she got concerned.

Though, Jung Heewon arrived with him and explained the situation privately. All Han Sooyoung could do at him after that was give him pity looks.

Things were different for Han Yoojin’s though. He arrived last and was smiling and whistling, Han Sooyoung looked for bruises but found none. His demeanor is more happy too.

And after that, Han Yoojin saw the two plopped down on the couch, looking like the world was ending.

“What happened to you guys anyways?” Han Yoojin asked and sat down on the other couch, as expected, Yoojin received no answers so he just looked at Han Sooyoung who was at the corner of the room and asked her by the look in his eyes.

Han Sooyoung saw the look of curiosity in Han Yoojin’s eyes and sighed. She then walked up to the trio and sat at the white stool in front of the couches.

“So what happened?” Han Yoojin asked.

Han Sooyoung scratched her head. “Well.. someone drugged Kim Dokja and almost harassed him—”

“What?!” Han Yoojin screamed before Han Sooyoung could continue, she saw how Yoojin quickly looked at Dokja who was hiding his face with a pillow and was sitting as if he was dead and shook his shoulders lightly. “Hyung, is that true?!”

“What the fuck Yoojin don’t ever call me Hyung it gives me the shivers.” Kim Dokja said, which was muffled because of the pillow over his face of course.

“No that isn’t important? Are you really okay?” Han Yoojin asked one more time and shook his shoulders more aggressively this time, causing the pillow from Dokja’s face to fall over the floor with a poof.

Kim Dokja’s face was full of regret and as if the world was ending, Han Yoojin could swear he wanted to laugh but stopped himself before he could wound Dokja’s pride more.

While trying not to laugh, he caught wind of the new necklace Kim Dokja was wearing and tilted his head in confusion. “What’s with the necklace?” He then looked up and saw the new earring as well. “Oh also the earring?”

Kim Dokja’s expression didn’t change at all. “..It was those bastards who gave it to me.” He said with a monotone voice but Yoojin could feel the burning fury in that monotone tone.

Han Yoojin wasn’t going to ask who “Those bastards” are but he knew it was a customer, still, he couldn’t believe that Dokja got drugged.

Kim Dokja was one of the best assassins out there, very famous for being able to lie quickly and impersonate someone based on their personalities. Though, strength isn’t exactly his strong suit. Yoojin knew he was strong but not that strong.

..So how the hell did he get drugged?

Well, no point in crying on spilled milk. Plus, he can guess what the thought process is, they can’t exactly act like their guarded self. They need to act as clumsy, innocent, little bitches for customers to see as nothing but another whore.

Kim Dokja probably had no option but to take the drugged drink since if he didn’t, it would be suspicious.

Especially since clients were supposed to obey, to take everything that was given to them with no objections.

Well.. being drugged isn’t exactly new to them. There are worse missions out there where they have to get drugged on purpose but Yoojin digress..

“Well I’m glad you’re okay now, you still intoxicated?” Han Yoojin asked, finally pulling away his arms from Kim Dokja’s shoulders and letting himself lean on the couch back.

“Not really, I’m just.. tired.” Kim Dokja said with a sigh and Han Yoojin nodded. He then looked at Cale who was still hiding his face, buried at the top of the couch itself.

“..What about you Cale?” Han Yoojin asked and all eyes turned to Cale, who still didn’t move.

Han Sooyoung sighed(again) to see Cale unresponsive, it wasn’t anything new but it’s like he saw something he didn’t want too. “You alright Cale?” Han Sooyoung finally asked.

Kim Dokja also started to move and shook Cale’s shoulders. Again, Cale didn’t move.

Now it was time for the three of them to panic.

“Cale.” Kim Dokja said one more time, shaking his shoulders more aggressively this time, still, no answers.

Han Sooyoung finally had enough and stood up towards Cale, she then gripped his shoulders and pushed him to see his face.

But all of them flinched when they saw Cale who had a monotone expression(he looked like he was dying inside, said by Han Yoojin) and tears streaming down his face.

“Holy shit you okay dude?” Han Sooyoung asked, clearly surprised to see Cale even crying. Though there’s no weeps, just silent regrets.

Kim Dokja just stared at him and sighed, Han Yoojin did the same.

“Looks like you also experienced something, huh?” Kim Dokja joked, the monotone expression he had earlier was now gone and was replaced with a smug one. “Don’t worry Hyung, me too—”

“Ack. Don’t call me Hyung I’m gonna fucking puke.” Cale finally spoke making Han Sooyoung suddenly wheezed but quickly hid it by turning away but the trio saw it anyway.

It was a funny teasing joke from the trio to call one of them Hyung, after all, Han Yoojin was the youngest, Kim Dokja was the second and Cale Henituse was the oldest.

Yoojin being 23, Dokja being 25 and Cale being 28.

It was an unspoken agreement that they won’t use honorifics. That’s how close they are, though, sometimes it slips when they’re nervous or just sometimes.

“Come on Hyuuung~” Han Yoojin joined in. “What’s wrong huh? Mind letting your dongsaengs know what’s troubling you—”

“Shut the fuck up, Yoojin.” Cale interjected.

Kim Dokja grinned and Han Yoojin laughed, Han Sooyoung was on the ground clutching her suit jacket from laughing.

But before they could tease Cale again, Jung Heewon slammed the door open and urged them all to get ready.

“Where are we going?” Han Yoojin asked.

Jung Heewon just tilted her head in confusion but soon, she smirked and put both of her hands in her hips.

“To your new home.” Heewon said with a smirk.

“Are you all insane?” Cale said with a bitter tone when he saw the living space they were gonna live in now.

Han Yoojin was just standing, still shocked over how spacious it is.

The apartment was spacious and open, filled with warm light from the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched across the entire wall. From there, the city spread out endlessly below, its skyline glowing softly beneath the fading sunset. The glass made everything feel larger and quieter.

The living room sat at the center, clean and simple. Neutral-colored couches and armchairs faced each other around a low glass table, a soft rug anchoring the space. The floors were a deep wood, polished smooth, catching the reflection of the lights above.

A staircase rose along the side, leading to an open second floor that overlooked the room. The railing was sleek, black metal against white walls, and from up there, you could see everything, the furniture below, the city lights, even the distant horizon.

“..Holy shit.” Han Sooyoung said.

Cale and Han Yoojin were just admiring and shocked.

Kim Dokja however, started looking at his phone finding the apartment and checking its price.

Han Sooyoung moved on and just smirked and sat on the soft couch in the living room. “Uriel was the one who bought it, insisting that you guys better have a good and nice home.”

At that, Kim Dokja hissed and whispered “Noona you absolute prick..” under his breath but Sooyoung still heard it.

“What's wrong with it? It's spacious right?” Jung Heewon asked, also sitting at the couch in the living room.

“That's not the issue here, how the fuck are we going to pay this?” Kim Dokja said with a bitter tone and showed everyone the price of the apartment.

Cale looked first and they could swear he cursed something in another language but they didn't care.

“Who the fuck in their right mind would buy an apartment for 3 Billion won?” Cale hissed.

At that, Han Sooyoung suddenly stood up, Heewon had her mouth agape open and Yoojin just plopped down on the floor from the shock.

“WHAT?!” Han Sooyoung ran towards Kim Dokja and snatched his phone. She scrolled much further from the website listing, refreshed the site, and still 3 billion won. “WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE THINKING??”

Kim Dokja just smiled with no happiness in it and cackled slowly which made Cale scared.

Jung Heewon appeared next, snatching the phone from Han Sooyoung who was trembling and whispering stuff. Heewon hissed and sighed.

“..No wonder she told me not to freak out.” She said with an amused smile.

“And no wonder there's a lobby like in hotels.” Cale chimed in. “And no WONDER we have to punch in a card to enter.”

Kim Dokja just scratched his head and sighed at all the commotion, he looked down to see Han Yoojin still shocked and mumbled something but Dokja ignored it and let him have his moment.

“..Aren't our story is that we're poor little guys who have no money and are in debt so we resort into doing sex work?” Kim Dokja brought up. “Then why the hell are we living in an apartment like this?”

“Is it even an apartment anymore? It's a penthouse at this point!” Han Yoojin suddenly chimed in but neither of them was surprised, Cale just nodded as if agreeing with Yoojin's words.

“Well..” Jung Heewon scratched her head. “A simple solution is that you guys have a sponsor.”

“Sponsor? That makes us more suspicious you know?” Cale said. Jung Heewon nodded at that but she still smirked.

“Not exactly, almost every client has a small and big sponsor.”

“How. Shocking.” Cale said with a monotone tone.

Jung Heewon just sighed at his words. “Clients who have no sponsors eventually get one inside the club, so you guys won't be deemed suspicious.”

“Is having a sponsor and having someone own you a different matter?” Han Yoojin asked, finally standing up and sitting on the couch nearby. He ignored how Han Sooyoung was still standing around, trembling and shocked.

“Having a sponsor means they provide your needs, houses, clothes and many more. However.. having someone ‘Own’ you means you’ll stay with that person every work day at the club. They also provide your needs but you also have to provide their needs as well.” Jung Heewon responded.

Cale sighed. “..And that means sex, right?”

“..yup.” Heewon said with a devastated look.

The trio just nodded at that and silence settled again.

They didn’t get enough silence when Jung Heewon’s phone suddenly rang. Han Sooyoung finally snapped out of her dilemma and looked at the phone to see who the caller was.

“Oh look who it is.” Sooyoung grinned. “Speak of the devil.”

Heewon clicked the green button but before she could put it in her ears, she hissed and pulled away the phone.

Kim Dokja just smiled awkwardly as they could all hear Uriel's screams even though it's not on speaker.

Jung Heewon cursed under her breath and clicked the speaker button.

—“HAIII ARE YOU ALL INSIDE THE APARTMENT NOW? oh can they even hear me?”

“They can hear you, Uriel.” Heewon said.

—“Great! You all settle down and I’ll explain every question you have when I arrive there, okaaay?”

At that, Han Yoojin tilted his head.

“Uriel Noona, you’re coming here?” Yoojin asked.

—“OH HAI YOOJIN-AH!! And yes! I’m coming there I just need to get.. some work done.”

“You know what’s even better? How about you don’t go at all—”

“We’ll see you, Uriel Noona!!” Han Yoojin interrupted Cale.

—“I HEARD THAT CALE! And yes of course I’ll be there soon, Yoojin-ah!!”

“Are you not even saying hi to us?” Han Sooyoung asked, grumpy.

“Wait hold on that’s not the issue-” Kim Dokja snatched the phone from Heewon. “NOONA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING GETTING A APARTMENT FOR 3 BILLION WON??”

—“Oh haha!! Oopsies.. hehe. You don’t have to pay the rent don’t worry, I would be paying it!-”

“That’s not the issue, you could’ve left us with a normal apartment. It’s okay if it’s not spacious and not grand.” Cale said with a bitter tone.

—“Wooow. Not even a thank you? Respect your elders, prick.”

“We’re the fucking same age, motherfucker.” Cale responded.

—“Fuck you. Not even a thank you.”

“Thank you. THERE. Now can you find us a normal apartment.”

—“Nope! Let’s continue this discussion later okay? BYEEEEE!!”

“Wait Noona—” Before Kim Dokja could say something again, the call ended with a beep.

“I swear that motherfucker I will choke her when she gets here.” Cale said with an amused tone that sends shivers to everyone’s spine.

“So?”

“I don’t know, he was at least 6 foot tall or something. He seems rich too!” Han Yoojin said with much enthusiasm.

How did they even get to this discussion?

Well..

After Uriel ended the call, the trio did nothing but sit on the couch again. Jung Heewon suggested taking a shower since there were 4 different bathrooms since they were still in their work outfits but Han Sooyoung interjected that and brought out her laptop.

She said something about today’s report and Han Yoojin volunteered first with enthusiasm.

And now after Han Yoojin said all the important details he heard Han Sooyoung moved to a different topic.

And that is the guests.

Apart from everyone, Han Yoojin remembered one man who stood up from other guests he encountered. And what would you know, it was that man who gave him that hairpin and white flower.

“Ah.. typical chaebols.” Han Sooyoung said in Han Yoojin’s description. She then turned at Kim Dokja next who was hugging a pillow on the couch. “How about you, Dokja?”

“Assholes. They were assholes.” Was all he said.

Jung Heewon just smiled awkwardly and decided to interject. “He meant the Yoo twins, at least that’s what everyone calls them. Did I not tell you their names earlier?”

Jung Heewon said expecting Han Sooyoung to also smile but when she looked over, all Heewon saw was Sooyoung’s expression of.. fear?

“..What’s wrong?” Heewon asked, suddenly alerted.

Han Sooyoung said nothing and slowly looked over towards Kim Dokja, the sudden atmosphere change was scaring them all.

“..Dokja, did one of the ‘Twins’ have a lot of scars?” Han Sooyoung asked with a heavy tone.

Kim Dokja’s eyes widened at how Sooyoung was right. “..Yeah? Wait, how did you know?”

At that, Han Sooyoung suddenly closed her laptop. “..Did the other twin have that monotone expression?”

“Uh yeah! How did you know?!” Kim Dokja said, surprised that she’s getting it right. After all, she was not at any wings and for sure she was hiding somewhere.

Cale finally stopped weeping silently at the couch and took in the situation, Han Yoojin in the white stool was worried at how scared Han Sooyoung was looking right now.

“You fucking idiots.” Han Sooyoung said while messaging her forehead, she could feel a headache coming in. “That was the Yoo Twins, Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Joonghyun! Or in other words the heads of the N’Gai mafia group! The most dangerous and powerful mafia organization out there!”

...

Jung Heewon dropped her phone in shock, Cale also had that agape mouth, as well as Han Yoojin. However, Kim Dokja’s expression suddenly turned into fear.

“A-Are you saying..”

“No shit! You just met and got intoxicated by the Yoo Twins, the Yoo Twins!” Han Sooyoung shouted.

“Well how am I supposed to know that?!” Now Kim Dokja was freaking out, he didn’t know any Yoo Twins but he knew about the N’Gai Group! It was the most powerful and biggest Mafia group out there.

They were popular for trading illegal substances and weapons, and they were rumored to be one of the ruthless organizations out there.

“Sooyoung..” Kim Dokja started to tear up. “Save me.”

Being an assassin and seeing a Mafia group wasn’t exactly scary for a professional assassin who saw the worst but assassins were supposed to stay neutral. They weren’t supposed to take sides but only carry a client’s orders, and if you were scouted to be someone’s mafia group’s assassin, more less opportunities for higher commissions and you have to obey the mafia!

Fuck!!

“Hyung does that mean you got scouted?!” Han Yoojin shouted.

“No! There’s no way those bastards knew I was an assassin!!” Kim Dokja shouted back.

“Calm down, it’s probably a coincidence. There’s no way they knew you from the face alone, our information is protected and plus, even if they knew your original identity.. you can’t be scouted because of our organization.”

Ah.

The company itself.

Their company—can it even be called a company? was known from deep dark organizations such as mafias, cults and etc. though, in the public eye, they were nothing but a “normal” company in the city.

They’re assassins from the Starstream Company and that won’t change anything, being scouted by some mafia or even cult is impossible because Dokja knew he had a contract with the company.

And also.. is that they pay well. Nice co-workers and staff too.

And their company is more known for never betraying their assassins and other workers.

But still..

Kim Dokja can’t do anything but feel horrified. Having to meet the leaders of the most powerful Mafia Group out there is not for the weak, not that he was weak but his actions were killing him.

Why did he even stop the tampering?! If he knew those bastards were the leaders of N’Gai, he would never step in. The same goes for Heewon.

“O-Okay.. let’ calm down—”

“IM.. HEREEEEE!!!” Before Jung Heewon could finish her words, Uriel slammed the door open with a bang, holding bags and bags of whatever godly amount she spent this time.

The trio and Jung Heewon plus Han Sooyoung just looked at Uriel with shock eyes, When Uriel opened her eyes, she wasn’t expecting that much from a shock alone.

She was about to ask what happened but her eyes landed on the hairpin on the table besides Han Yoojin, Kim Dokja’s Necklace and Earrings, and Cale’s cherry ribbon hair clip which was on the living room table.

...

None of them spoke out even though Uriel dropped the paper bags she was holding and slowly walked towards Han Yoojin. She then gripped Han Yoojin’s shoulders and shook him hard.

“YOU GUYS GOT OWNED AND YOU DIDN’T TOLD ME?!?!”