lee jonghyun. 90 liner. cnblue's one and only burning. currently in love with existing and the world. don't come searching for me if you are not willing to stand by my side. +
Peculiar predicaments seemed to follow Junmyeon wherever he went. Like a starved shadow searching for its master, it was always against unfair odds. In an ideal world with rational proportions, he had no chance of survival in the post war world. The world in reality was far from ideal. Screw the odds. It was either eat or be eaten. Junmyeon chose to feast. Upon this very thin thread of logic was how he had found himself at the Agency 8 years ago.
He found himself staring at the male in front of him, fingers curling tighter around the handle of the gun. Eyes were narrowed upon the younger male but his annoyance was not directed at him per say. He knew that the other male was correct and him running into a near collapsible building to search for a man that had his own detail to protect him was rather idiotic of him. He should have thought ahead or at least tapped into the common sense he claimed he had.
The General would have been one of the first few people to have been evacuated from the compound but there was always that slim possibility that he had not been able to safely escape from his building. But he was standing in his office and there was no trace of him at all. He knew better to stay standing in the office, mind racing with thoughts of uncertainty and self-inflected insults.
He was standing in front of a male who didn’t know his connection with his father and he was proving to be careless, showing he cared about someone who was far superior in rank than him and someone he didn’t have any connection to considering the two were never seen together or even worked on a mission together.
He saw no reason to come up with an excuse as to why he was searching for the General and he thought avoiding, not acknowledging that fact was a better way of dealing with this than letting the younger male’s imagination run wild if he did acknowledge anything.
“We have about seven minutes before the building collapses.” His voice was now raspy, breathless and he wondered if the other understood what he said at all.
His eyes shifted from the male and scanned the room one last time, wondering if he should take at least the computer sitting idly on the desk.
No. He told himself, hands dropping to his side.
That would arise questions and and answers he did not have for them.
He thought about the agent he hadn’t killed and tucked away in a room. If he should tell the other male about him because he wasn’t entirely sure if they could use him for questioning later on. He found the agent in a building that was on the verge of collapse, searching to create more chaos rather than finding something or someone.
It seemed like a suicide mission for him.
He knew he was going to die or that he meant to not survive. Questioning him would rather be a waste time since they would most likely terminate him after they couldn’t gather any intel from him.
He heard the other speak, gaze falling on the younger male once again. He thought he had heard wrong and he quirked an eyebrow, low-key insulted at the insinuation. But he remembered the other knew him as Agent Lee from R&D and nothing more.
“Don’t you point the gun, aim, and shoot.” He waved the gun, voice now laced with sarcasm and a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. ”I think even a chimpanzee can shoot a gun.”
He swears that he doesn’t need sleep to survive but exhaustion will always reign victorious to his resilience. He had leaned back against the wall, fingers idly holding on to the pages of the book he was currently reading, which for about the past thirty minutes he had not been able to able to read the black letters on the page. He had closed his eyes to rest for a brief moment and to no surprise, he had ended up sleeping for about two hours and he had continued if it weren’t for the uncomfortable position he was currently in and the booming noise that had jolted him awake.
The noise had come from what seemed on the other end of the compound judging from the smoke and debris still mid-air. He set the book aside and closed the window before scrambling to his feet as his coworkers rushed by him in a state of panic. Alarms were turned on manually and he heard directions through the intercom but he couldn’t decipher what was being said except for one of the directions being to stay calm and levelheaded.
Too late for that suggestion, he mused as he folded the sleeves of his white shirt.
He picked up his pace, moving past his coworkers who were told to go into designated panic rooms. He had no reason to stay hidden or risk staying inside a building he didn’t know if it was safe to be in. He ignored his clothing as he stuck out completely with his white shirt, blue jeans, and white adidas shoes. Anyone could see him from afar.
He glanced down at his watch to see if his father had contacted him but he had no new notifications. He had not received any message from him and for a second he had been hopeful that he had, suddenly forgetting who his father was. He probably had more pressing matters than update his son about what was going on.
He steps outside and the damage is more visible from where he is standing. What had been an already cloudy day had now turned to darkness looming above the compound, fire raging on and on as if motivated by the chaos erupting. He sprints towards the main building, pushing past people smart enough to run the opposite direction of the gunfire and the debilitating infrastructure.
He enters the building, blindly without any sense of direction and with no protection other than his fist and wit. Judging from the current shape of the building, he would give at least twenty-minutes before it collapsed to the ground and he wonders what in the world the culprits were still in search of as they continued still in the building with no sense of impending death but perhaps they weren’t on a mission to recover anything but they were there with one sole purpose of creating havoc, which they had done an exceptional job.
He turns a corner, finding one of the invaders making his way through the office rooms, searching for any living people. He crouched down, untying his shoelaces from one of his sneakers as quickly as possible. He sneaks up behind the male, shoelace finding it’s way around his neck and soon tightening, constricting his airways. It’s not long before the male falls limp against him with little attempt of fighting as he been caught by surprise.
He drags the other into the office, grabbing the male’s gun before closing the door behind him. He continues making his way down the hall, air was now thinning the further he got from the entrance of the building. He reaches the final room on the hall and he hears multiple voices, back pressing against the wall before he leans in slightly to see what was occurring inside the room. He is surprised to find one of his father’s agents in a scuffle with three men and while the agent seemed completely in control, he does what his father constantly berates him not to do and gets involved, recklessly but with good intentions.
He steps into the room, unavoidably seen but he is quick enough to shoot one of the men in the head and the other in the chest. His shirt is no longer white and matches his gray hair from the dust and smoke. “Do you know where the General is?” He questions the other with a slight growl reverberating his chest and styling in his throat.
He needed to find his father and get the hell out of the building before it collapsed on top of him.
Here being the club that he had declined going to and he had been summoned by his drunk friend, who had threatened him to drive home if he didn’t come to pick him up. He acquiesced and upon entering the club to find his friend, he found the threat had been a blatant lie to drag him into being his wingman and forced to be social, when he was not in the mood to even greet anyone let along converse with a girl about a meaningless topic or better yet a drunken tirade about her ex-boyfriend.
He sat in their private booth on the second floor and sat down nearest to the glass divider, a necessary joke about him jumping as soon as boredom hit him followed. It received a glare as a response and he pretended to be offended that his humor was not as well received.
He glanced over at their company and his eyes wandered over to the bar. He stood up without warning or even an offer to the girl who had been clinging to his side as soon as he was introduced to her. His intention was not to be rude but he was not interested and he didn’t know what else to do make her understand.
He moved around the bar, finding an open spot next to a smaller girl who seemed frustrated that the bartender was either ignoring her or had not seen her yet. He leaned over the bar, called over the bartender with ease and ordered red wine.
He thought about ordering for the girl next to him but that was none of his business.
He waited, curiously shifting towards her as if he was checking the area around her but in fact he was watching her and felt suddenly amused by her reaction to the bartender ignoring her again.
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