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Chan had gotten particularly better at baking.
Mostly for Jeongin since the little cutie had always been begging him for sweets while hugging Chan's leg tightly.
This didn't happen overnight though. Normally Chan would consider himself of having high willpower. In fact he could argue it had been drilled into him to be that way. Yet Jeongin proved to be his greatest foe. Just the sign of those puppy eyes staring up at him, melting through Chan's otherwise stonewall demeanor. Chan broke after three days.
He was just so adorable, and Chan felt slightly bad after adopting him. Maybe he was being a bad dad, it did cross his mind. He did read in one of those parenting books that a good parent should spoil their kids every now and then. He just couldn't say no anymore. Now he fears he'll always just say 'yes.'
It had been about a week already since they moved into their new apartment. Chan's location had gotten leaked somehow in the previous one, it involved a couple of good-for-nothing amateurs trying to steal Jeongin for ransom while Chan was getting a new copy from the newspaper stand down the block. Overall the situation ended with a relieved Chan who finally got back Innie, who luckily was just a heavy sleeper dreaming away through the whole thing! Oh, and the kidnappers got black eyes and bleeding cuts. There was a broken bone or two. Crying and ugly snot leaking off their noses, as well as one who was sobbing for Chan's mercy. Naturally they were tossed into cars with sirens. Locked away and out of sight.
Chan never did understand how his location got leaked, but that's a story for another day.
Now he's dressed comfy in his black shirt and shorts by the living room table. Carefully analyzing these documents and square photos of influential people. At the very top it has Chan's code name: Twilight. He's been trying to sneak in a few more memorizations here and there while Innie's been using the toilet.
"I pooped!"
The little voice was heard from across the apartment, Jeongin comes marching in proudly and fast. His big steps becoming strides, Chan reacts quickly and sneaks the documents behind some math homework.
"You did?" he smiles. "That's great!"
A bit of a TMI. But cute, nonetheless.
"Are you ready for some more math problems?"
Jeongin instantly stopped running laps around the living room table. The fear obviously written on his face.
"N—No. I'm just not good at it."
"But Innie..."
"I don't want to do it," Jeongin sniffles, about to cry. Rubbing his eyes hard from how tired he is and how late in the night it already is. "It's too hard! It's too much."
Chan frowned slightly at that. Now that he thinks about it, these math questions do seem to be awfully advanced for someone Jeongin's age. He's only 7 seven years old. Chan isn't sure he could solve some of them himself.
He's been making Innie practice and practice for weeks. There's an entrance exam for one of the most prestigious schools in the country. Jeongin needs to get accepted. So he can get closer to the rich kids and hopefully become friends with them. Eventually they'll invite Jeongin over to their house. That'll be Chan's opportunity to finally get close to some of the important families in the country. He'll build his connections from there in an effort to finally reach his true target: an influential politician whose kid happens to go to the same school.
If Jeongin could just make friends with that specific kid, it would save a lot of time.
But maybe this is too much pressure all on one kid. That politician is dangerous and could start a war, he almost never goes outside nor does he attend most events. It's hard to get a hold of him. There's a lot at stake, he's rubbing his temples in an effort to soothe the oncoming headache.
"Okay, Innie. Maybe we can stop here today," he offers a warm smile. "We can pick up where we left off tomorr—"
Jeongin is just staring at him intensely. With parted lips, and widening eyes. He's balling his tiny fists and inhales sharply, puffing out his little chest like one of those cartoon heroes he sees on television all the time.
"Maybe just some more math! Just a little!" the boy yells determinedly to Chan, jumping onto the couch next to him and dangling his feet.
He looks so cute in his pajamas.
Chan is caught off guard slightly. Where did all this energy come from so suddenly?
But if Jeongin has a change of heart, then who is he to extinguish that? It's better to make a lot of progress while they still can. Maybe there's still hope after all. Chan grinned big.
"Okay, so with this math problem here, can you tell me the correct..."
[Jeongin POV]
The day of the entrance exam is here. Jeongin is seating — surrounded — by all these other kids his age. They look way smarter. Way more competent. And way more snobby.
He gulps and faces forward. This is too scary. Too scary, too scary, too much!
Palms are sweating, he tries to wipe them on his pants.
Ever since Jeongin was born, he could sense that he's different from everyone else. He remembers scientists — that was his earliest memory. He remembers all the terrible, horrible experiments they tried to do on him. Until they eventually created him. The perfect human, capable of reading minds.
The power of telepathy.
He could read those scientist's thoughts. They wanted to use him for more data. They were so cruel, often negating his own feelings, it was like none of them actually cared about him. So he did the only thing he could do. He ran away when the opportunity prevented itself. Being forced to jump from orphanage to orphanage because nobody wanted him. All the way until he was 6 years old.
That was when one day, everything finally changed.
Bang Chan came into the orphanage, in a green suit and tie, looking for someone to adopt. Chan had spotted him and slowly walked up to him. Bending down to his eye level.
"I'm Chan. What's your name?"
Of course Jeongin appeared to be excited to tell him his name! He had to look his best if he wanted to be adopted. This man spoke monotonously, almost cold, and it made Jeongin wary of trusting him.
"Jeongin!" he faked the enthusiasm.
Day in and day out. No one ever adopted him.
"Oh? That's a nice name, it fits you really well."
For some reason this had made Jeongin genuinely surprised. Happy, too. No one had ever told him that before.
He didn't think his name was very lovable before. Because it was the name the scientists had given him, and they had always said it in such a cold tone.
The man continued the small conversation, asking something else next.
"How old are you?"
Jeongin smiled brightly.
"Si—"
"I hope he's at least 7 years old. Otherwise he won't be able to apply to the fancy school. It'll jeopardize the mission, and I'll have to find another way to save the people."
Jeongin had read his thoughts, and this was how he slowly pieced together this adult was not like the others. This adult had a mission! Just like in the cartoons! So cool! Jeongin was starstruck, he so desperately wanted to get out of the orphanage. So he did what he did to save himself, and lied.
"Seven," Jeongin's smile wavered a little. Fearful of being rejected. "I'm seven years old."
Something ignited behind Chan's eyes, he could tell, and Jeongin gasped when Chan finally stood up. Did he say the wrong thing?
"I'll adopt him."
Those were the words that produced the biggest smile on Jeongin's face. Ever in existence. He was finally going to a home.
The adoption papers soon got sorted, and it was finalized. Jeongin finally felt for the first time ever what it was like to have a dad! His dad wasn't like anyone else! His dad was so kind behind the scenes, and cool! And strong! Jeongin wants to do missions too! Just like his dad!
He loved playing with his dad's gadgets that were hidden around. One time while Chan was busy getting a newspaper he found this strange communication device in a closet, so Jeongin ended up pushing some buttons in fascination. Hoping a hero or villain would talk to him! But nothing really happened after a minute. So he put it away and fell asleep. He still isn't quite sure what happened after that. Oh well, that's a story for another day.
So now here he is.
Being handed an entrance exam. He can do this!
"The test has now begun," one of the instructors says, adjusting their reading glasses.
Jeongin beamed and opened up the test to the first page and—
His face fell.
What, what was this? He had studied so hard, yet he doesn't understand the first question. He gulped.
It's okay, it's okay. Just move on, he tells himself. He'll go to the next question.
Except he doesn't know that one either. He's panicking now.
Jeongin darts his eyes around the room.
All the other kids are writing their answers down. Some are flipping pages and answering new questions. He focuses to hear in on the kid's thoughts next to him.
"Hmm..."
It seems this person is stuck. So he attempts to zone in on a girl behind him.
"This is the answer!"
She wasn't very specific. He tries someone else, and someone else, and another and another.
"I don't know this one either."
"Next!"
It was all starting to hurt his head. All the thoughts were so jumbled. He's biting his lip and will just have to try his best. If he's lucky, he'll get in a few answers from the other kids. The rest will depend entirely on him. Jeongin readies his writing utensil.
[Chan POV]
Chan had asked his agency to fake some documents. On paper, his profile claims he's married and not single. To who specifically? No one.
But it looks better on paper. It'll increase his chances of success.
He had to do it. For the interview part of the school's requirements in acceptance. Chan is hoping he can just lie and say his partner is sick or something so that he can do the interview with the judges alone. Technically with Jeongin too.
But first thing's first.
The entrance exam results. He'll need to find this out first, and depending on Jeongin's score he can move on to the interview. He smiles warmly down at Jeongin who is holding his hand tightly. He's hoping he doesn't look nervous.
"Don't worry Innie, we'll get through this."
Innie smiled stiffly. His walk was also stiff. In any other situation Chan would laugh. But this was do or die. All the faculty were staring right at him and the competition as all the families walk towards the bulletin board with the results on them.
They finally arrive to the crowd of other rich families, and Chan is working his way through. Bumping shoulders here and there. He gets close enough and glances around hurriedly. He needs to know if they got in or not!
Okay, so not on this list. Not on this list either. No name here. Jeongin's not on this one, and...
After some time much of the crowd had disappeared.
...There was no name.
Not anywhere.
Not in sight.
...Jeongin didn't get accepted. He didn't pass the test.
This has to be a cruel joke. This has to be a joke right?
This was the plan. His plan, and the agency's plan! Everyone was relying on him. Counting on him. All the money the agency spent and the resources and countless hours and loss of sleep and worrying to death and— !
Chan couldn't believe it. It felt like everything was starting to crumble around him. He hit a dead end, there's no way his mission will succeed now— There's no w—
He heard sniffling.
Another sniffling.
"Hey, Innie... it's okay—" Chan bent down to his level. "It's okay, I promise."
He tried his best to get out a genuine smile. Yes, it's slightly forced, and yes, he's really worried. But mostly, this was a kid! A kid! What had Chan done. To put a kid in such a situation. Putting all the weight of the world on such little shoulders.
Chan brought Innie in for a tight hug.
Back at the apartment Chan had decided to cook a good meal and bake Innie some cookies. Chocolate chip, too. Jeongin's favorite.
Innie deserved it for all his hard work.
The two sat at the table and ate while Jeongin watched some cartoons at the same time. Things had died down a little, and the two were in comfortable silence finishing their meals and being entertained. In attempt to drown out the reality.
After some hours he eventually put Jeongin to bed and kissed his forehead good night. The illumination of a lamp being the only thing lighting up the room.
He stared at a sleeping Innie and thought how cute. What a strong kiddo.
After all that, Jeongin really did try his best. He knows this, he's the one that made Jeongin go through all of that.
Chan's smile falters a little. Into something more of a slight frown.
It has to end here.
He'll no longer be Jeongin's dad.
Chan scoffed.
He was never Innie's real father to begin with. Jeongin deserves a real father. Someone who isn't so rigid. Someone who is more caring, someone who isn't Chan. It was hard for Chan to properly care for a child when he himself had a rough childhood.
Jeongin was lonely, wasn't he?
Chan was too.
In many ways, he sees himself in little Innie.
He exhaled slowly without making a sound. Finally turning off Innie's lamp and going to his own room. Chan pulled out a communication device and is about to start dialing the secret morse code to his agency. He needed to make the report and tell them the mission failed. The sooner he does it, the more likely the agency can scramble and think of a new plan. Maybe it won't be hopeless after all.
Chan's about to press a button to his agency before he stops and bit his lip.
All he can think of is the mission. The mission he was given. He doesn't want to fail. Not at all. So much time has been wasted. What if there's no going back. What if there is no Plan B. He's the only plan they've got, isn't he? What if he still hasn't tried everything? He can't quit, maybe he still has options. And what about Jeongin. Where will Jeongin go after all this.
Maybe he can still get into the school.
But not by the rigged process the snobby people created. Instead he'll use his own methods of breaking through.
Chan put away the communication device back into its secret place in the closet.
New plan.
After a couple days of thinking, Chan has already started making his next move. The interview isn't until next week, and luckily for him one of the influential families is throwing a big party to celebrate their kid getting accepted into the school.
The moon is already out and Chan isn't really trusting of strangers after the ransom incident. So naturally he asked his agency to wire up some cash. Bought a black suit for himself and a little suit for Innie. He's now holding Jeongin's hand as they stroll through the rich neighborhoods.
And wow, oh wow, they are indeed rich.
All these houses seem like mansions. With their driveways so long and their grass so wide and freshly cut. Gardens upon gardens with trickling water fountains and roses beautifully decorated on every vine the eye can see.
There's a row of bushes somewhere on the sidewalk, so Chan tugs Jeongin's hand. He's parting the bushes a bit to make a little entrance.
"Innie hide behind these."
Jeongin tilted his little head in confusion.
"Hmm, why?" then he gasped loudly. "Are we playing hide and seek?"
"Yes, yes," Chan glanced around the street, hoping no one was looking their way and just going along with it.
The only other person on this street is a single man. With a white envelope invitation and a sealed stamp on it. He seems to be going to the exact same party too. Bingo.
"I need you to cover your eyes and count to fifteen. Then when you're done, you can come out and find me. Okay?"
"Okay!"
Jeongin had grinned ear to ear. Excitedly going behind the bushes to start the counting.
"One! Two! ..."
Chan made sure to waste no time. Instantly running over, sneaking behind some street lights until he got close enough to knock the rich man out unconscious.
"Fifteen! Ready or not here I come!" he jumped out of the bushes.
There Chan was. Smiling with an invitation in hand.
"Aw, looks like you found me. Good job, Innie! You win!"
Jeongin jumped excitedly.
"Yay! Now you have to count and find me!"
Chan laughed, putting a hand on Jeongin's back to motion him forward on the mansion's driveway.
"Maybe next time Innie. Right now we have a party to attend."
That was a close one. Phew.
If Jeongin had looked closer he might have seen an unconscious man's leg sticking out from behind a nearby row of bushes.
There's a guard up at the front entrance letting people in.
"You invited?" the guard with dark glasses says.
Chan flashed him the invitation, and a sly smile. He feels so proud of himself.
"Go on in."
Upon finally entering, Jeongin gasped so loudly.
"Woooww!"
Chan almost gasped too. But he had to play it cool. So he stopped himself before he could. After all, he's technically supposed to be rich too. He has to blend in with all these other people.
Chandeliers.
Fancy paintings on every wall.
Stone statues and swords.
Large dance floor and people drinking wine. Some kids running around playing tag.
Laughs and plenty of tables, as well as waiters serving additional drinks and fresh steamy food.
Chan felt so out of place.
Was this really a party for kids? Or for the adults. He wondered.
He's checking the invitation in his hand again. It has a seat number.
325.
A careful glance confirms his suspicion.
Many of the influential families are seated together. This is perfect. Exactly what Chan wanted.
It's only when they go up to the table does he greet with a warm smile.
"Hi. We're the Bangs. Mind if we sit?"
It was only a man at the table.
Much older. Probably in his late 40s or mid-50s at most.
He waves Chan off dismissively. Like the arrogant asshole he is.
"I could not care less."
Chan bit his tongue.
"Go ahead Innie, let's sit," he smiled at Jeongin while saying.
Making connections was going to be harder than Chan thought.
After finally adjusting, he decides to ease into it. Perhaps a compliment to stroke an ego is the way to go.
"Apologies for my abruptness, but I swear you look familiar. Aren't you the self-made entrepreneur that's running a successful business?"
In actuality, of course Chan knows this guy. He's not self-made at all. Just got passed down generational wealth. But a little lying never hurt anybody. He doesn't have children either, but this guy was put on the Council for the school.
The man responds most pleasantly to Chan. It's obvious he loves talking about himself.
"In fact, I am. Started when I was young, too. Oh, what did you say your name was again?"
"Chan. Bang Chan. But you can just call me Chan."
"Chan... Chan, hmm," the guy is stroking his beard in deep thought, "I don't remember that name on the list of accepted students. I'll need to double check the test scores, but I'll keep that name in mind."
It felt like Chan's veins ran cold at that response.
This is a mistake he needs to gloss over as the guy sips some of his wine a waiter brings over.
Chan responds by saying...
"Oh, test scores?"
"Yes, I'm one of the judges. The main judge, as it so happens to be," he chuckles.
Shit.
But wait, maybe this is a good thing.
"So that means? You have access to the test scores?"
"Of course," he gloats. "All judges have access to scores. It's common knowledge."
This is perfect!
Chan's original plan was to connect with high ranking families and gain information. Literally anything on the politician. But if he gets close to this guy, it's possible to sneak in access to the scores while he's not looking and change Jeongin's test score. This means Plan A is back in action!
He's so happy he could jump to the moon right now. Chan takes a sip of his drink that a waitress sets down, and asks for her to bring water for Innie.
Next thing he knows he makes eye contact with Innie, who is looking at him with those big wide starstruck eyes again. Chan normally doesn't see those eyes unless Jeongin is looking at the hero on the tv.
"Hmm, everything okay?" he asks.
Jeongin snapped out of it. Nodding excitedly.
"Yeah I'm fine!" he beams.
The waitress comes back with some water and Jeongin attempts to chug it down.
Odd.
Chan often wonders what goes through that little kid's head.
"Aren't you married, Mr. Bang? If I recall correctly on your profile, you've been married for over a year."
God. Why does it feel like he knows too much.
"Yes, yes I'm happily married," he does his best to not sound nervous. "But I'm afraid she couldn't make it today. She's a bit sick, sadly. But she's doing her best to gain some rest, she'll be healthy again in no time."
"Glad to hear. I wish your wife the best."
"What about you?" Chan takes a sip to drown out the knot in his throat. "Where's your wife?"
"I'm not married. Divorced, actually. No kids. However I am in fact seeing someone, and we're happily engaged. It's our four month anniversary today, but this is her first public appearance with me," he giggles. "She's just running a little late," he laughs, "she's a bit on the shy side."
"I see," Chan smiles. "Happy for you both."
The lights dim a little and music starts playing. A lot of people are chatting, many going to the dance floor.
Jeongin is beaming again, tugging on Chan's sleeve and whispering.
"Dad! Dad! Can we go do that too?"
Dancing?
"Oh, I can't really dance that well," he frowns, "I'm sorry."
Truthfully, Chan does know how to dance. It's a necessity for his line of work. He's no stranger to being in many relationships. A lot of them sexual or not. And with that involves attending events. Naturally dance is a huge part of it, to be charismatic and whatnot.
But right here, in this moment, Chan desperately needs to be seated.
He needs to get close to this man as much as possible.
Jeongin pouts in disappointment.
"Don't be too sad," Chan whispered back. "Maybe next time."
When the coast is clear Chan secretly plants a tiny listening device under the table. It's smaller than the size of the tiniest coin. He should be able to listen to conversations from far away now too. A couple of songs ease by before the business man looks around.
Chan pretends to look elsewhere. Maybe it's only obvious to Chan, but the man is clearly looking for someone else in the large party room. Chan just doesn't know where.
He's abruptly standing while in the middle of a song.
"I have something to attend to," he chuckles, "I'll be right back."
Chan nods and smiles, watching the man maneuver around tables as he walks away.
What a pain in the ass.
Ten minutes pass, and Chan knows this because it's about three entire songs later, before Jeongin's tugging at his sleeve again.
"Dad, dad! Can we have cookies again tonight!"
"Tonight? I don't know about that Innie, it's already late as it is."
"No, but! But," Jeongin pouts, "I like having cookies when I watch the cartoons, and I'm already missing the episode tonight," he's giving puppy eyes, "can we have cookies anyway? Please."
"But when we get home it'll be super late. More than usual. I think by the time you swallow a couple of them you'll be so hyper you won't want to go to bed. Then you'll have nightmares and you'll end up sleeping until noon."
"But dad!"
"Innie, no—"
There's a soft feminine laughter behind them, almost like it came from no where.
"How cute," the lady says. "Hope I'm not interrupting."
It was at that moment that a chill ran down Chan's spine. He hadn't detected any movement around his blind spots for a while. Since how long was this person there—
Maybe the music going off in the background was throwing him off. Yes, maybe that explains it.
She's circling around the table before finally sitting down.
Black dress with a slit at the bottom for legs. Long black hair. Red lipstick.
[Jeongin POV]
"Hi there," she's smiling, holding out her hand to greet Jeongin, "I'm Minho, and who might you be?"
Jeongin gasps. She's so pretty.
He's seen in that tv show that a woman was called auntie. So maybe she is also an auntie. Right?
"Auntie!" he points at her in awe.
She's laughing as Chan attempts to calm him down.
"Innie no, that's not your aunt, and don't point. That's rude." He sighs. "Sorry about that, this is Jeongin. I'm his father. Chan."
"Chan. Is that so? Well then," she's smiling widely, "I'm Minho. It's a pleasure to meet you both."
"Are you by any chance engaged to...?"
"Oh yes, yes. I was supposed to meet him at this table. This is the right table, I think?" she's looking at the front and back of her invitation card. "But I don't see him anywhere. I wonder where he went."
"He had something to take care of, if I remember correctly," Chan explains. "But he'll be back soon."
Jeongin is racking his brain. If it wasn't auntie, then? He's remembering vaguely another name that came up in his tv show.
Oh! That's right! He's got it now!
"Are you my mom?" he asked innocently, mouth wide open.
Minho laughs, and Chan is facepalming.
"I'm so glad I was able to eliminate my target before coming here. I'm a little late, but it was worth it. Oh man, there was a lot of blood, my poor dress. But good thing it's too dark to see the red stains. Just in case for tonight, I hid a knife strapped to my thigh—"
Jeongin started choking!
Did he just mind read her?! But she said all that in her head while looking so cheery?!
[Chan POV]
"Innie?!" Chan is trying to get Jeongin to drink some water. "Are you okay?"
Jeongin is gulping the drink down and slamming it on the table before wiping some droplets on his chin. Then he's looking at Chan, and Chan is so confused why Jeongin is giving him sparkle eyes and a thumbs up.
"So cool!" Innie shouted.
"Huh? Cool? Oh, okay, I guess?"
Chan had never been more confused.
"He's quite the active one, isn't he?" Minho is smiling fondly at Jeongin. "I bet he's so smart too."
Jeongin slammed his tiny hands on the table.
"I want to be a secret hero just like my dad!"
"Oh, a hero?" she's laughing. "Is that so?"
Chan would rather not have the attention on himself right about now, he's purposely looking away from them two as he takes a sip of his drink. Muttering something.
"A hero, Innie? I don't know about that."
"But you are!" he proudly says. Right before his stomach starts growling. Jeongin gasped. "I'm hungry! And I need to pee! But I also want to dance!"
So Chan excused themselves and took him to the toilets. Right now Innie is in a toilet stall and Chan can see his dangling feet under the door, through the mirror as he's turning the water faucet on.
Rather than actually needing to pee or anything, Chan is raising his wrist close up to his ear. There's a second component of the listening device attached underneath his suit cuff. Right now he can listen on to whatever is happening outside.
So far so good, it works well.
He can hear music playing from the dance floor.
"Oh! Thank you for the food!"
He hears Minho's voice from the table. One of the staff must have dropped off some fresh plates.
Jeongin is kicking his little feet from the door.
"La la la la la," he sings.
And then a fart noise erupts. Echoing through the restroom. It sounds so tiny.
Chan tries not to laugh.
"Innie, I think the food arrived at the table. Try to hurry up if you can."
The little boy gasped.
"Food! Finally, I was starving!"
After a few minutes they're back at the table, and indeed, Chan was correct. Jeongin thinks of him as a wizard or something before scarfing down on the creamy pasta and chicken. This didn't satisfy Innie's desire to dance though, as about 20 minutes later he's complaining again.
"Innie, no—"
"If you want, I can dance with him?" Minho asks.
"Huh, oh? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, of course," Minho smiles at Innie. "Would that be okay?"
Jeongin nods excitedly.
"Yes! Yes!"
Chan is a little hesitant. He's still cautious of everyone, he can't be too careful. But he supposes if anything were to happen, it'd be in front of him. He can always keep a safe eye on Innie from here.
"Sure, I don't see why not."
Jeongin is bouncing off his seat in excitement while running to the dance floor where a huge crowd is. Minho is taking him by the wrist and leading the dance. Although the height difference is a little funny, especially in high heels. Minho is whispering something to Jeongin and Jeongin nods, thereby tip toeing to compensate a little.
And it's...
Absolutely adorable.
With Innie trying his hardest to slow dance and match the steps that Minho creates. Back and forth side step, forward up and backwards down. A little twirl for Jeongin, and bingo, if this keeps up then Jeongin should be tired by the time they get home. Chan is a little relieved.
It's about now that he wonders where the man has gone off to. He hasn't returned.
But half an hour later of dancing answers that question. Wherein the music enters an intermission, and in the front section of the giant room two men appear with microphones to give speeches. Chan recognizes one of them to be the man Minho is engaged to.
"Thank you all for coming!" Chan is guessing the owner of the house is speaking. "It gives me great pleasure to celebrate this joyous occasion with you all here.."
He tuned out the rest.
After about two days Chan has done his research. It took a bit of digging and some communication with his agency, but they managed to come through. Chan now has the address of the man that sat at the same table as him.
He recorded a marathon of episodes the day before specifically for this.
Which means that, of course, Jeongin binged all of them and was hyper all day with sweets. Just as planned, it's now night, and Innie is out cold like a night. Sleeping away like an angel. Chan kissed him on the cheek good night and locked the door to Innie's room as he shut it closed.
He hates leaving Innie alone like this, but it's better than requesting a babysitter. He can't trust anyone, and just in case he also locked the doors to the rest of the rooms in the apartment. Just in case a burglar would ever climb the apartment to this floor and enter through his window, for instance.
As a precautionary measure, he also bugged the apartment with a listening device.
So if something dangerous were to happen while he's gone, he'd know by listening in.
Chan has, ironically, dressed like a burglar. In all black and covering his face with a mask.
Driving through the night in his car until he finds the address of the man.
It's a mansion, no surprise there, so he parks somewhere securely before snooping through some bushes. There's a cluster of vines on the side of a wall so he begins climbing that. The man that lives here is very careless, because one of the balcony doors happened to be unlocked.
Perfect.
The place is big inside with a lobby of its own. Now standing in the middle of the dining room, with all its fine silverware and others, he's taking a moment to pause.
He hears something.
Like yelling.
It's coming from a back area of the house.
"No, Minho! You can never do anything right! I told you already you, I had specific details on the...—"
It sounds like an argument on the phone. As Chan peeks over from a corner, he sees the man a good distance away. The man is just coming from the back garden area, he's closing the back doors.
"So fucking useless!" he screams into the wire home telephone and ends the call. "Silly girl, you're nothing without me," he mutters.
That was the perfect opportunity.
Just as the man turns around to face the piano area, Chan comes charging at him swinging. The man's eyes widen and he barely manages to dodge Chan's punch to the face.
The guy stumbles before whipping out a gun from underneath his blazer and shooting.
Chan narrowly avoids it by diving for the ground. This is going so wrong, he should have landed the punch. But he has no choice now. He's taking out a gun from his back pocket and firing at the man. It hits his arm and the man shouts in pain, going down.
A bit of blood had splattered on Chan's clothes. But the man is still kicking and screaming. He needs to shut him up. Chan uses the bottom of the gun to hit the back of the guy's head, and he hits the ground without another peep.
Knocked out cold.
And the bullet wound isn't too deep, but there is a bit of blood leaking out.
Chan needs to hurry, he can't waste time, and it's too late now. Through one of the halls is a locked door, but it's fine because he literally fucking kicks it open.
The filing room.
In speedy world record time he's forging some documents so it permanently alters Jeongin's test score. It's done.
"Fuck," he curses out loud.
Chan is worried. All this blood on his clothes will leave behind messy evidence in the car. The mask comes off. He starts taking off his shirt over his head. Next his belt and pants and everything possible until he's fully naked. He could get a change of clothes from the man's closet. It's not like he'll be waking up anytime soon.
As Chan enters the man's room he freezes.
Wait a second—
Did he just hear the front door—
"Honey, are you home?"
Chan panics.
The bed hasn't been made and sheets are everywhere but he dives for it anyway. Hiding under the most top bed sheet until it covers his head completely and most of his body. The room door squeaks open just a tad.
"Honey?" Minho calls for him.
Shit.
All the lights are turned off. There's only a little bit of light coming in from the hallway, Chan knows this. So Minho shouldn't be able to tell who is under the covers specifically.
"Honey I'm so sorry about the argument. I was a bit late today because of an emergency. I promise. But I wanted to make it up to you, I swear. I actually have a bit of a surprise."
Chan nearly jolts. From Minho's dainty fingers sliding up his leg.
...And then.
Nothing.
It felt as if Minho was gone.
Chan peeked just minimally from the cover — just his eye, and — oh no.
Minho was undressing, facing the door and not the bed.
"A sexy surprise," Minho clarifies.
Taking off her top and skirt. Revealing lingerie underneath. She's so beautiful. But this is so wrong. Chan was panicking—
Now Chan is getting flashed a bit of side boob as Minho turns slightly, taking off the lace bra. He quickly hides behind the covers again.
"Bought it just for you."
Minho slips off some of the bed sheet just a little bit, revealing Chan's half-hardened cock.
"Bigger than I thought. If I had known, I would have agreed way before now," Minho laughs, "although I think we should both be a little more honest. Isn't that right, Chan?"
The bed cover gets slipped from Chan's face, now revealing it's him underneath there. He tenses up.
"I've had a bit of a long day, and I'm very stressed. What about you?"
Stressed? Yeah, Chan is pretty stressed. Trying to juggle being a parent and failing miserably. Attempting to save lives all while trying not to blow his cover. Then, of course, he almost killed someone today.
Chan slowly nods. A little terrified but also slightly aroused.
"How about we shoot first, ask questions later? I was prepared for sex, although I guess the dick isn't exactly from the guy who I thought it was going to be. Even better. What do you say? Would you like to fuck me, Chan?"
God, fuck yes.
He hasn't been touched in so long.
But instead all that comes out is...
"Mhm," a faint hum from Chan who is left in a bit of a trance.
She laughs, turning around for him until he sees the lace underwear caressing her ass. Minho swivels her hips slowly. A bit like a dance.
"You like what you see?"
She's smiling, Chan can tell.
A bit more and Minho is then guiding Chan's hand to the lace underwear. He goes into autopilot, fondling her ass firmly. Making Minho moan, probably just for show. Chan gives a good smack, and now Minho really moans genuinely. Soon Chan is starting to already drag the underwear down, down those thighs that show off a rose thorn tattoo, until it slips to her ankles. She adjusts and moves over to sit with her knees on the bed, facing him and holding his now hardened cock in her hands.
Giving his dick a few pumps before proceeding to slide her mouth down on it.
She hesitates a bit until it reaches the back of her throat. Still not enough. Minho sinks more! Down to the base! Chan had a lovely trim, it turned her on more until his cock is practically forcing itself down her throat, she's gagging. Before beginning to bob her head up and down. Obscene noises filling Chan's ears.
"Oooohhhh, fucckk," Chan couldn't contain himself.
Minho keeps going harder and harder. Enjoying the huge cock that's ramming at the back of her throat, god it feels so great. The saliva beading down doesn't help in making it less filthy, with all the wet hums emitting from her mouth. She goes back down once more, deepthroating him to her heart's content, and Chan is physically shutting his eyes tight to control himself and not cum on the spot.
She plops off his cock. Definitely satisfied her hunger in one aspect.
Next Minho is going for the reverse cowgirl position, aligning Chan's cock with her vagina. Slowly adjusting all of his length in her self, down to the base, and she gasps from the fullness. It's a bit overwhelming.
"Oh my god. You're so big."
She's clutching her hands onto the bed sheets and grinding down.
"Mmm."
Beginning to bounce her ass up and down, Chan is biting his lip as she's rocking his world. And the bed.
Until Minho is throwing her head back. Faster.
With his cock shifting inside slightly just driving her wild. God. God. God.
They keep this up until borderline animal instincts are only what's driving them.
"Fuck fuck fuck. I want it all. I want it," she's sweating and hair flying everywhere. "Need your cum so bad, please please!"
Chan groans at her begging.
Grabbing her hips and slamming her down harder while fucking up into her with all his strength.
Her moans of pleasure being so loud. She's finally shaking from orgasm. All over his dick. And he doesn't last much longer either. Until he squirts inside with a prolonged moan of his own. The two stay like this, panting.
When it's more comfortable Chan slides out of her. Leaving her a trickling mess of his cum.
What happens next kind of catches him off guard. She flops over next to him on the bed. Being too fucked out too good. Fast asleep.
He doesn't know what just happened, nor does he care to process. He just wants his own bed. Chan figures now would be a good time to exit.
His shower is hot and steamy the next morning. Washing over his naked body in a refreshing cleanse, and making sure to scrub soap bubbles all over.
But something is wrong. Chan hears a slight noise coming from the apartment's front door.
Jeongin was still supposed to be sleeping. It couldn't be him.
Chan turns off the shower quickly. Wrapping a towel around his waist and pulling a drawer of the sink.
Guns.
One for each hand, and fully loaded. Coming out of the shower fully drenched but ready. He scans the apartment for anything out of the ordinary. But nothing seems to pop out at him. Chan carefully walks over to the living room and dashes towards behind the couch. Aiming at whatever may be there.
Nothing.
He was wrong on that spot.
Maybe the kitchen.
He's practically wetting all the floor by now. But still, Chan makes the effort to walk as silently as possible and peek the corner, aiming his gun and— !
Again. Nothing.
Maybe he was just imagining things.
A worried parent for nothing.
Chan goes on over to his own bedroom with the idea of fully drying off. A quick glance inside shows it's fine. But before drying he's placing the guns on top of a drawer once he enters a few steps. The door suddenly closes, and Chan is tackled to the bed by whoever was standing behind the door, purposely hiding.
He attempts to push but—
He's hit with the same scent of vanilla from the night before. Minho.
...Minho on top of him.
..On top of a naked Chan.
"I said shoot first ask questions later," Minho smiled. "Now it's question time."
"Get off me."
"That's a demand, not a question."
Chan growls, switching the position until he's on top of her now, pinning her to the bed.
"Fine. How did you get in here?"
"Your front door's lock was weak. That's not my fault."
Chan stares.
"Who do you think you are?"
Minho flips them. Now being on top.
"We're the same. You and I," she laughs. "You're an assassin, right? And my fiancé was your target. I have to say, your cleanup was very sloppy. I never liked him, and you saved me the trouble of having to fuck him until he cried."
Chan doesn't know how one should respond to that.
"You think? I'm a what?"
He starts with that first.
She blinks.
"Are you not an assassin?"
"No?"
"Oh." She squints. "Then what exactly were you doing at my fiancé's house?"
Honestly, he supposes telling the truth wouldn't hurt the mission.
"I needed to rig the scores so that my kid could get into the school."
"Wait what? You did all that? Just so Jeongin could get into... a school?" She whistles in amusement. "Wow. Scary. You're really scary. A scary dad at that."
Chan figures the irony is thick considering she just ambushed him in his own room but thinks not to comment on it.
Also, why is she so strangely stronger than she looks. It's kind of hard for Chan to get her off of him.
"You know, you could have just asked me to do that for you, and I would have done it."
How does she say such things so casually.
"I don't want anything to do with that loser anymore. So I'm calling it off with him. He's probably still in the hospital right about now. But don't worry," she winks, "he doesn't remember a thing."
"What do you mean he doesn't remember anything? Did I hit him too hard that he can't recollect the previous night?"
She groans.
"I don't want to talk about him anymore. He's over and done with."
"You need to leave. Now."
"But there's still so much to talk about."
"I don't care. I have to wake up Jeongin in an hour, and I need to practice the interview with him."
"Interview? What interview?"
"The interview portion of the entrance exam, so that he can get accepted into the school."
"Wow you really want him to get accepted there pretty badly. But why try so hard? I mean, you're not at all married."
"Excuse me?"
"You're not married," she repeats. "There isn't a ring on your finger, and there never was. Also, didn't you know? Marriage is a requirement for the interview process. They won't allow single parents. You'd be automatically disqualified anyway."
"You're lying—"
"I'm not. I was engaged to one of the judges, remember? I know all the rules like the back of my hand. The point is. You really want Jeongin to get into that school, for whatever reason, right?"
Chan nodded slowly, and very very reluctantly.
"As it just so happens, I have my own reasons for wanting to get married. So what do you say?"
He's bewildered.
"I have no idea what you're trying to say."
"It's pretty simple. Something that will solve both of our problems."
Is she saying what he thinks she's saying—
"Marry me."
Chan blinked. Not moving a single muscle in his body. As if his soul had just been whisked away.
"...What?"