†collab with my Moon Queen @hereisleoâ
†undercover agent!Woo x female undercover agent!reader Â
†genre: Spy AU // action, chaotic fluff, inconvenient love confessions
†t/w: sfw, rated M, contains: swearing, mentions of guns & death
†count: 1.4k+
a/n - WELL DAMN. IâM BACK! Itâs been a hot minute in this ghost town of a blog huh? After being stuck in the writers block for quite sometime, Iâve finally crawled out of that void. This piece was actually written...a year ago, something fun I wanted to try and roped my other half of Tea4Two into an impromptu blurb night. I started it and Leo finished it! Honestly, feels refreshing being able to write once more after months. Please enjoy & let us know your thoughts đ
And it was in that moment, you knew, he fucked up.
All those weeks of planning went right out the window. The onslaught of bullets didnât have to take you and your reputation out, when your partner was doing such a fine job of that. Two of Headquartersâ best agents messing up one of the most classified operation on the board â over a damn Alexandre Vauthier gown. Â
You threw a side glare towards the man who was currently reloading his gun beside you. Head reeling from all that happened within the span of the few minutes that just passed.
This was a mess you definitely, did not see coming. Â
âYou look ridiculous in that!â
Were you personally offended by that comment?
Yes.
On the contrary, you felt like city royalty in lavish shiraz velvet. Unfortunately it proved to be too much for Jung Wooyoung to handle, if his erratic mood spoke otherwise over the days leading up to this assignment.
You been through the strategy so many times over you could recite every detail in your sleep. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, and so did Agent Jung.
But that didnât mean he had to like it. Not one bit.
Wooyoung thought you looked ridiculous alright, ridiculously gorgeous. So when he saw you enter the hotelâs lounge bar from his corner, the bourbon went straight down the wrong pipe. Â
The slit of the gown was a sinful display of leg and donât even get Wooyoung started on that equally sinful plunging neckline. All hope was on that single waist belt, holding the entire outfit together.
âYou alright there?â asked the bartender, patting Wooyoung on his back as he coughed through the stinging liquor. He managed a thumbs up by the end.
If you had heard him coughing his lungs out as you walked past the bar, the poker face you wore proved to be impeccable. A low whistle was heard as just as you disappeared behind the conference room doors.
âWell, ainât the Chairman lucky today?â
The bartender mistook Wooyoungâs unimpressed expression for a cue to further elaborate, âThe Chairman loves women with class and sophistication.â
A vein popped, or perhaps it was his knuckles cracking.
âA sight for sore eyes is an added bonus.â
You werenât there to provide favours of any kind. You were there to take down this nefarious narcissist of a scumbag whoâs sat far too long at the top, bleeding hard-working corporations dry to fund his own personal gain and allowed corruption to run wild. So how very rude of these ignorant bystanders to insinuate such things about you.
His habitual reaction to bite back was interrupted by the soothing tone of your voice coming through his in-ear. You played the role of the pseudo informant extremely well, dropping light flirtatious remarks to lure the Chairman in lowering his guard down.
It was all acting, this was pre-planned â Wooyoung kept telling himself.
âI must say, I wasnât expecting such a gem to be the one liaising on the other end of this deal. Come accompany me to the penthouse once this is overâŠIâve some wine imported from Italy we could try and sheets to keep us warm my dear.â
Absolutely not.
âFuck this.â
The glass slammed down on the counter top. âExcuse me sir? Where are you going?â
âGonna get my lady, Iâd suggest you clear out right now!â
To hell with this game play. The rest of the squad were already stationed outside, awaiting orders. Pistol cocked and loaded, Wooyoung did not hesitate to set the fire alarm off. It blared throughout the complex sending patrons and hotel staff alike into a frenzy.
Either way, the Chairman was going down. Preferably with a bullet or two to the head after what he tried to pull on you.
âHANDS OFF YOU FILTH!â roared Wooyoung, kicking the doors down and aiming at his target.
Wooyoung didnât even register your exasperated shouting of his name before the Chairman gave the signal for the bodyguards to bring the rain.
You had tossed your new pair of silver heels aside, opting to dodge and roll in bare feet so as to not lose balance. How those were sadly broken already and your damned gown was still intact, baffled you.
âYou better have a fucking good explanation for this! And you owe me a new pair!â you hissed at Wooyoung.
He took a quick shot around the corner of the couch and managed to pick off another bodyguard.
âLook, the guy is rotten to the core and Iâm just speeding up the process where heâs done and dusted.â
Another shot, another body drop.
âDonât worry, Iâll buy you as many new pair of shoes as you want once this is all over. And on that note, would you let me take you out for coffee too?â
Your hard stare was met with Wooyoungâs toothy grin. Â
The fucking audacity.
You gave credits where it was due but he was something else. Jung Wooyoung shouldnât affect you this much and yet, he did. He didnât flinch when you raised your gun towards him, there was implicit trust that you werenât going to use him as target practice. The goon who tried to sneak aim at him fell to the floor, joining with the party of cooling bodies.
âYou owe me a pair of heelsâŠand coffee!â you bit out. Wooyoung let out a whoop of excitement which turned into a groan when you continued, âAnd youâre telling Boss what happened today.â
âOkay, hear me out, I didnât mean it in a bad way when I said you looked ridiculousâŠâ he said as both of you tucked your heads down when shots were fired near your hiding place. âYou look ridiculously gorgeous and I canât stand the thought of that sleazy bastard pawing you.â
It may have been the odd tug of your heart strings, or even the unwavering determination steeled into his eyes that did not shy from your gaze. For once instead of running from honesty, perhaps it wasnât such a bad idea to give into it. Now that it confirmed Wooyoung was on the same page as you were. Â Â
You never did claim you were good at planning either. And so, among the mess of bullets and broken glass, a single chaste kiss was shared. Too fleeting for your liking but sweet enough to placate two hearts, for now.
âThank you,â and you meant it. Fingers fondly caressing the sides of his sculptured jawline.
Then the flick to his forehead brought him out of his love-drunk daze and back to reality.
Wrong time for a confession but with life as undercover agents, wrong time was also the right time. It still did not excuse the fact that you were pissed at him for cocking up the mission but â Â
âWe could be like Mr. and Mrs. Jung.â
âDonât get ahead of yourself!â
He chuckled and swooped down to steal another kiss. You could get used to this.
âDo you know you look hot when youâre angry?â
If you had your heels, you would have thrown it at his head. Alas, you didnât have the chance to do so as the rest of the squad took care of the surviving Chairmanâs strays and approached you and Wooyoung with the most exasperated face. Ah, you were going to get it on the ride back to the Headquarters. Even if it was Wooyoungâs fault.
Partners always got blamed together.
âSee? It wasnât too bad, gorgeous.â
You clenched your fists around Wooyoungâs suit lapel, he only raised his arms in surrender and grinned, eyes twinkling with mirth and was that fondness? You were annoyed, not angry at him anymore but simply annoyed.
âWasnât too bad? Wasnât too bad for you, Jung Wooyoung but my reputation does take a hit. How do you plan on salvaging it?â
The grin widened and you immediately knew he had something up his sleeve. He grabbed your wrists and you let go of his jacket, he cleared his throat and straightened his black suit.
âWell, I do have an afternoon tea reservation for two at The Ritz and a bejewelled pair of silver heels waiting in the car. I owe you coffee and a new pair of heels, you said so yourself! And you owe me a date!â
You canât help but laugh at his words. A man of his word, a fine man at that.
âFine. However, donât think this is enough to satisfy me.â
Wooyoung looped his arm around yours and leaned down to give you a swift peck to your lips, not minding the stares or silence that fell behind them. You smacked him lightly for the public display of affection yet followed his lead to the lift.
âOf course not, Mrs Jung. I intend to woo you!â
Hi :) is there more to the Moonlight Sonata Woosan story? I stumbled upon it and canât seem to navigate how to see if there is more to it. Iâm absolutely obsessed with it and would love to read more!
Hello lovely! So sorry for the delayed reply, I haven't been as active on here due to being busy with work. Firstly, I'd like to say a HUGE thank you for this sweet note đ„ș it really made my day! Secondly, thank you for taking the time to read that essay of a fic loll I really appreciate it. I haven't written anything else for that WooSan world, but perhaps some time in the future I might write blurbs from it - will be fun to build on the world + charas a tad more. Please, feel free to be curious and ask questions about it though đ
g/ inspired by âpersona 3â: angst, friendship, supernatural
w.c/ 1k
a.n/ hello~ itâs me~ itâs been a while since i stepped foot in tumblr! sorry for disappearing without notice but iâve not been in the writing mood for some time, life too has been busy. in honour of spoop month, hereâs another piece to the series. i donât know how many of you are still around but enjoy! happy halloween!
t.w/ ghost, blood, death
[First Quarter]
âDonât.â
You stop in your tracks. Why? He warns you out of good nature but never is able to explain more. He doesnât know either, he tells you itâs a bad time to go and you might see something you wish to forget. Thereâs no turning back when it happens. Unfortunately, the inevitable already happened. Youâve seen him, an anomaly in your usually normal life. Kim Hongjoong. A dead man. A ghost in your apartment.
âHave you gone out there? In the hidden hour?â
Hongjoong shakes his head. He doesnât remember anything related to his death. As a ghost, he feels everything that living humans doesnât feel. The danger, the restlessness, the wailing, the torment. He calls it the hidden hour, a secret hour where those without potentials turn into coffins and those with are preys. The hidden hour is where the dead become the living. Yet Hongjoong is still a ghost and you, a human, apparently with potential, are now sitting on your bed. The dark blue sky is tinted green with the half golden moon, so big and close to Earth almost as if the distance is reduced by half.
The coffins, water turning into blood, the gigantic moon are nothing compared to the lofty skyscraper of a tower appearing out of nowhere. A pseudo gothic edifice formed with the surrounding buildings pierce through the moon. Itâs horrifyingly beautiful and Hongjoong agrees with your musing.
âI donât know. Maybe I have. I can never seem to remember anything after a certain time. I can feel it nearing again, crawling under my skin.â
You look over at him, Hongjoong appears with his black and white striped polo shirt. Your first wild guess was a dead runaway prisoner but he miffly shut down the idea. No prisoner is as fashionable as he is. His hair matches his polo, black and white, cleanly split in half. Your second guess was Cruella cosplay which he took more graciously. A trailblazer of their own.
âYou should sleep. Thereâs not much we can do at this time. If they sense you, you might as well be food for the dead.â
You tuck yourself in and Hongjoong too because he keeps you company while he contemplates life. The blanket goes through him but it's the thought that counts.
âGoodnight, Joong.â
[Waxing Gibbous]
âJoong? Hongjoong?â
Silence greets you in the hidden hour's eerie ambiance. You can hear the guttural noises the shadows are making down the street, louder than what youâre used to. Perhaps it's the moon phases, slowly but surely getting fuller each day, and each day, Hongjoong seems to disappear longer or have trouble appearing. Are ghosts affected by the phases? Why are you the only one who can see him? Youâve asked the apartment staff and none seem to know the existence of Kim Hongjoong.
âIâm hereâŠâ
Hongjoong looks a bit worse for wear. Did he lose weight? There are telltale of dark shadows under his eyes and his cheeks look slightly sunken in. The hidden hour. Where the dead becomes the living.
âAre the shadows giving you trouble?â
He slightly winced at your comment, it seems to hit the mark. He shut your window when the groaning of the shadows grew louder, clutching his forehead as if he had a very painful headache. You urge him to sit down, the blanket goes through him again but he never goes through your bed, what an interesting ghostly concept. He sinks further into your pillow, burying half of his face into it.
âThat and my head feels like theyâre splitting in half. I have dreams that don't feel like dreams. Itâs always the same, it gets clearer each time.â
You reach forward to brush his fringes in comfort and your fingers painfully buzz with sharp static electricity. Well, that never happened before, your fingers usually pass through him with goosebumps trailing up your arms. He gives you an apologetic frown, too spent for another word.
âItâs alright, Joong, though I do wish I could see your dream so you donât have to shoulder it yourself.â
His brows furrowed and he shakes his head. You should have been careful with what you wished for. It wouldnât be long until you wished that his dream didnât come true because that will be the last time you see your friendly ghost roommate.
[Full Moon]
Dreams do come true. The ear splitting roar you hear in your shared dream with Hongjoong becomes a reality. The bridge shakes and your footing is unstable. He canât hear you, heâs too far. No, you couldnât get close. There are instances where you are scared but this⊠This is fear.
Hongjoong is solid, he has pushed you away from him, his hands warm and strong against your shoulders. He drops to his knees, clawing at his head and letting out a heart wrenching scream. You feel suffocated within his presence.
âMake it stop! I just want to be free! I donât want to hurt anyone!â
You jump, ignoring the handing in your ribcage, the twisting in your stomach and the cold sweat dripping down. Hongjoong, your ghost roommate, is alive. Your arms wrap around him, coughing when his elbow struck your chest but you held him. He burns inhumanly hot.
âItâs okay, Joongie. Iâm right here. Be free.â
You didnât know the implication of your statement, you didnât know until Hongjoong looked at you with desperation, pain and guilt. But in that moment, heâs relieved and so are you. In an instant you feel bone chilling coldness seeping into you, so cold it burns. You hear shadows roaring and closing all around you, blood thick and pungent soaking your trousers, and coffins towering over you. Hongjoong starts to disappear, lighter and more translucent with each passing second.
âYou must survive.â
Hongjoongâs parting word brings a specific memory. Those with potential are food for the living dead. The frantic rushing and jumping of shadows to feast, they were close enough for you to feel their teeth before you heard something shatter. The bell from the tower in the middle of the chime with intensity that rattles your teeth and eardrums.
Just like that the hidden hour ends. The twisted skyscraper disappears in a blink. The coffins towering over you turn into pedestrians, yelling and screaming at your state. You probably look similar to a notorious serial killer caught in the bloody act. In your arms is the cold body of Kim Hongjoong.
