The bass thumped heavy against the walls, rattling the framed pictures and sending ripples through half-empty glasses on the tables. Lights strobed erratically, washing the room in flashes of red, blue, and dizzying white. Bodies packed the dance floor, grinding, shouting, laughing — a chaotic sea of movement and noise. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and the sharp bite of spilled alcohol. In the corner, half-hidden by shadows and cigarette smoke, a figure nursed a drink, eyes scanning the crowd carefully. Dressed like any other partygoer, they blended in — but every movement was deliberate, every glance calculated. Underneath the blaring music and wild celebration, a different kind of tension thrummed: the sharp awareness of someone on a mission, deep undercover, you and heeseung.

You and heeseung were undercover, the most dangerous but lost manipulative duo the world has ever faced. No one caught them, no one had held up to their charm.

You guys were driving back to the base, after achieving your goal of stealing money from the most important CEO of Korea, suddently there is sirens following you guys.. you came prepared, they can’t recognize you. You looked at Heeseung and nodded, you wore cute glasses, put your hair down.. you then pretended to be asleep so they don’t talk to you, only heeseung. You changed your black dress into a skirt and grab a cardigan from your bag and wear it. Heeseung combed his hair back so it’s not slick but loose, wore glasses and changed into a hoodie.. Heeseung looked at you and nodded, glad that you were so smart in acting. All while those police come to you both slowly.