The floor was cold. That's the first thing I noticed when my body regained consciousness. My eyes fluttered open and I squinted them, adjusting to the darkness of the room.
Where am I?
I slowly sat up, my hands on my head that's pounding with a headache.
When I saw a silhouette of jail bars, everything came flashing back to me.
The run.
The people following me.
The taser.
The chloroform-filled cloth.
My eyes widened.
The boys.
They're unguarded!
Oh my god, I'm going to fail my first mission!
I know what you're thinking. Yes, I may be on the verge of death seeing as the people here took me with a purpose- but who cares? I don't. The boys and my dignity as an agent is a bigger deal!
I looked around the cell.
Everything is surprisingly clean. The floor is a plain bleached white almost matching the color of my hair.
I looked down at myself.
Tank top, black leggings, shoes. Check.
Good, I'm still wearing the same clothes.
Who knows what these asshats might've done to me?
I looked around once more.
Great, no clock.
How long have I left the boys unprotected?
As soon as I questioned myself, I heard a door squeak open.
Light made its way into the cell.
I looked up and saw that there was a door right in front of my cell.
A man with a black masquerade mask walked inside the room.
He was wearing a plain grey shirt and a pair of black jeans. His feet were adorned by Macbeth's.
Looking at him, his jawline was what you would call scientifically perfect. He had no stubble, and his body had a build like Jonah's.
He had light brown hair and pink lips. His eyes were a bright shade of blue.
His eyes looked familiar.
I just couldn't put a finger on it.
I need more training, fuck.
He coughed, "Agent Sun."
He looked at me, I didn't respond.
I just stared directly at him.
"I can't believe you haven't figured shit out yet." He chuckled.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
Who is this guy?
"Well, I thought you were still pretty and smart, but I don't see an ounce of brain anywhere."
He laughed.
I just stared.
He stopped and reached to his mask.
He removed it.
"The name's Eben. But I'm pretty sure you know that already."
Eben.
Eben who?
Looking at his appearance once more, it clicked.
E-Eben Franckewitz.
My brother's best friend-turned-pop star.
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Teen FictionWhen International Pop Boy Band Sensation Why Don't We's lives are threatened, only one person is capable of helping them. The bloodthirsty, justice-seeking assassin, Agent Sun. Feeling degraded at her new bodyguard job, Agent Sun tried to keep her...
