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Dayeong fiddled with her hands as she spun in the mirror at the hotel, her dress shin length and black. The waist was mesh, the very top being black satin. It was loose and puffed out so she could easily hide weapons underneath it. She had matching black heels and had her hair down so she could hide the earpieces.
"Day you ready," Haechan asked, knocking on the door.
He gave the mirror one last look before opening the door.
"Yeah let's go," she said as she met the rest of the boys.
She caught Jaemin's gaze, his hands freezing as they stopped fiddling with his tie. His hair was slicked back and he wore a black jacket, black pants, a white dress shirt, and a black tie.
The others walked past them, ignoring the fact that both were unmoving.
"You look-" "You look good-"
Jaemin paused and laughed as the two stopped speaking to let the other speak, but both realizing they were about to say the same thing.
"Thank you," Dayeong said looking at the ground and catching up with the others, Jaemin trailing behind her.
"It's true," he whispered into her ear, Dayeong's face burning as she slipped into the car, seated between Jaemin and Jeno.
She smiled and nodded.
Jaemin smiled at her, watching her shy movements as she kept her gaze away from his.
"We're here," Renjun reported as he scooted over, nearly sitting on Haechan as Jisung lowered the seat down to let Dayeong out.
"Remember get in," Jeno said, "get the tracker on the leader and wait for us to get there so we can take them out."
Dayeong nodded before glancing at Jaemin.
"Fighting," he mouthed, smiled, and gave her a little reassuring nod.
She smiled back and exited the car, Haechan immediately throwing Renjun off. The door closed behind her and she walked into the party, handing in her fake invitation and receiving directions to the party, which was apparently near the top of the large home.
She made her way to the elevator and soon she found herself entering the party, people talking about, some holding champagne. Others held cigarettes or a plate of food. Some had tattoos, others had piercings, little had neither.
Thankfully her tattoo on her right bicep helped with that cover, a dragon wrapped around a dead, blood covered rose that went around the whole arm.
She noticed several gazes on her and decided to move around to try to find the leader, the man shown in the photos given to her.
"I'm in," she said into the earpiece.
"Ok any eyes on him," Jeno asked, sounds of Jisung's typing in the background echoing.
"No," she said, "but I do see most of his men."
"Good," Jaemin said, "that means he's around."
Dayeong nodded and glanced at a camera, the green dot on it turning blue, signaling Jisung got into the security system. She nodded at it as the camera turned to her, the dot blinking three times before following her movements.
She weaved her way through the crowd, a waiter coming up to her and asking if she wanted a drink.
She grimaced, but politely accepted, deciding to fit in a little more.
After five minutes a man caught her eye. Neck tattoos stopping at the chin. A black undercut gelled back and black glasses. He wore a black suit with no undershirt, his neck tattoos proving that they went to his chest.
"Found him," she said into her earpiece before making her way to him.
Glancing at her champagne she found the most crowded way to him and at the last minute, she pretending to bump into someone, dumping the drink onto his suit.
The glass fell to the floor, shards splattering everywhere.
Gasps echoed around the room, her wrist hostage by the leader himself who had caught it when she pretended to fall.
He threw her back to her feet, but before she could 'apologize,' she was being yanked through the crowd, her yelps almost inaudibile as whispers broke out and talking continued.
"Hey where are you taking-"
"Do you know how much this suit cost," he glared, Dayeong realizing the situation she was in.
"Uhm-"
"Probably more than your worth," he interrupted, "now how are you going to deal with this?"
"Pay you back?"
"You couldn't afford it I bet," he whispered, "and you know what that means?"
"Uhm no?"
He let out a scoff before the doors slammed open, two guards grabbing Dayeong's arms and hauling her to her feet.
"You're very pretty," he whispered, grabbing her chin between his finger and lightly squeezing.
"Young too, I wonder how such a pretty girl got into a party like this?"
"My parents?"
He hummed, turning her face from side to side before lightly slapping the sides of her face.
"They'll miss you," he said, "but you could sell for a lot, especially since you're young."
Dayeong glared, she had found him, the others should be tracking her and finding her about now.
"Guards take her to the-"
She was dropped to the floor as two gun shots echoed throughout the room, the leader standing frozen as he stared at a third bullet coming at his head.
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