Gunpoint Brave // Markhyuck

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Felix jerked his eyes to focus on Jaemin, surprised at what he said.

"....you..." Felix squinted at Jaemin, still trying to think through the pain of his injury.

Jaemin broke out into a sharp grin.

"Don't remember me already, Orange?"

Felix's eyes widened, "You're---!"

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[ approx. 5.5 hours ago ]

"Yah! Yah! Yah Haechan!" Jaemin spoke into his phone.

It had been a good two hours and Jaemin had NO IDEA where the tanned boy had went. He himself was unsure of where he was. However, it became evident by the silence of the call that he was alone now. Cold, a bit annoyed, and tired, Jaemin shut off the call. He tried to use the tracking app, but it ultimately said that his friend was no where near him. Jaemin decided to not use his phone anymore after that because of it's sad battery percentage. 8%. Donghyuck was hiding at the best, and at the worst...

"Darn this really sucks..." Jaemin sighed.

Usually, he went out on missions by himself. It felt nice to have someone for once, but now he realized it could also be a bit emotionally draining.

He had been walking around by himself. Slipping into shadows, eyes peeled for anyone and anything. He was starting to get rather bored. To admit, he missed the boys back at the office. His clothes were pretty much soaked and his hair stuck to his face, rain still pouring like there was no tomorrow.

Jaemin avoided a huge, dirty puddle before pressing his back against another metal wall. He peeked out to look at the next line of buildings.

His eyes widened at a source of light just a few warehouses away. There seemed to be tire marks newly embedded into the mud mix of a road. He could see a couple figures. They were still shadowy, but the obvious outline of some boxes were evident.

What was happening?

Well, Jaemin came to his own conclusions.

--If you're not sure, check it out.

The stickiness of the mud didn't seem to bother him as he easily slipped into the shadows of said warehouse. He went undetected. The caramel-haired agent blended into the darkness. His trained movements were precise and flowed smoothly. Every step and breath was planned. He made no mistakes, observing every scene with a critical eye.

He had just made it next to the garage door opening to one of the warehouses. A mess of boxes covered him as his charming eyes peeked out to quickly take in his surroundings.

Currently, there were about six men sighted. Two lifted crates from a large truck. Two others took the crates and walked them inside. One man was observing with a formidable gun in his hands while the last one spoke into what Jaemin best assumed was a walkie talkie.

Observing some more, Jaemin confirmed there were no cameras in the area. He wasn't sure where Coups and Mingyu were, but if he was lucky, they would be within his reach.

Jaemin wanted to curse the mud. It didn't seem like it, but he was having a harder time moving because the mushy ground was so audible. Keeping his silence intact, he watched the six black figures, listening in on their conversation.

"This is heavy like a son of a gun!" One of the men said, groaning.

"What? Not a good match for your fragile ass?" The other snapped as he too lifted a heavy crate.

"Whose ass, Jo?"

"I said your ass, Yoon!"

"Hey, hurry up! We don't have all day, shits!" A more muscular man called from in the back of the vehicle.

"Jesus, they're a gang? Their men are like lambs," the other guy next to him said.

"Ah don't be poetic. Just admit their men are weak as fuck."

"A gentleman will never cease to be curtious," the guy giggled and did a little bow.

"Interesting," Jaemin quietly mouthed.

A head swiveled in his direction, strangely making a shiver run up his spine. It was as if the guy knew he was right there... impossible. It was too dark and Jaemin mande sure he was almost entirely covered. But why was it that the poetic guy on the truck was looking at him in the eye?

Jaemin steeled his nerves and simply ducked a bit move in the cover of the crates. His eyes were still glued onto the men however, never ceasing to move a single movement.

"Joey, what's in those crates over there?" The guy pointed right at Jaemin's spot.

"We're on the job and you're curious? This ain't normal," Joey, the other guy on the truck said.

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A/n:

Me: *screaming*

Yall, this is craxy. I actually didn't post this chapter yet (?). I didn't know it was up...?

I don't know why it was published early, but I won't keep it away since a lot of you have already read it. Sorry for the confusion :((.

I'm actually really getting into finals, so it's been really busy. Please wait just a bit more, alright? 💕

Well, lucky for you guys, lovelies! ❤)