han so hee and you are a girl

The training room buzzed with noise.

Agents leaned against the walls, laughing, cleaning weapons, talking after drills. In the middle of the room, you stood confidently with your arms crossed while watching the newest recruit struggle through a basic combat routine.

“Too slow,” one agent muttered. Another laughed quietly. “She’s pretty, though.”

The new recruit didn’t react. Han So Hee simply adjusted the sleeves of her black training uniform and bowed politely after finishing.

Quiet. Calm. Almost timid.

You smirked.

“So this is the famous transfer?” you asked loudly enough for everyone to hear. “HQ hyped her up for this?”

A few agents chuckled.

Han So Hee looked at you for a second. Her expression stayed unreadable.

“Yes, senior.”

That answer only made your grin wider.

For weeks, nobody took Han So Hee seriously. She barely talked during missions. She never bragged. Never argued. Even during sparring practice, she held back so much that people assumed she was weak.

But there were strange things too.

One senior agent once tried grabbing her wrist during a joke. He ended up flat on the floor before anyone understood what happened.

Another time, during a shooting drill, Han So Hee casually hit every target dead center without even warming up.

Still… she acted so calm afterward that people ignored it.

Except you. You noticed everything. And honestly? It annoyed you.

So one night, after another successful mission briefing, you stepped into the center of the training room with a smug smile.

“How about a real spar?” you asked.

The room immediately went silent.

Han So Hee looked up from fixing her gloves. “A spar?”

“Yeah.” You rolled your shoulders confidently. “One on one. Unless you’re scared.”

Several agents gathered instantly around the mat.

“One hit and she’s done,” someone whispered.

“Poor rookie,” another laughed.

Han So Hee slowly stood. Then she bowed politely.

“If that’s what you want.”

The match began.

Fast. A sharp kick aimed at her ribs.

But Han So Hee moved so smoothly it barely looked real. She slipped aside effortlessly, avoiding the strike by inches.

You frowned. Again. Punch. Elbow. Sweep. Nothing landed.

The room slowly became quiet.

Han So Hee wasn’t just dodging. She was reading you. Every movement. Every breath.

Your confidence slowly cracked. You attacked faster now, trying to overwhelm her.

Then— Han So Hee moved. For the first time.

It happened so quickly the others almost missed it.

She caught your arm, stepped behind you, and twisted your balance away effortlessly.

Your eyes widened. “What—”

SLAM.

Han So Hee flipped you over her shoulder with terrifying precision.

Your body crashed onto the mat head-first with a heavy thud.

The entire room froze.

You didn’t move. One second. Two seconds. Three.

“…She’s unconscious,” someone whispered.

Nobody laughed anymore.

Han So Hee stood silently above you, breathing perfectly steady, not even slightly tired.

And for the first time since joining the agency. Everyone looked genuinely afraid of her.

Not like a rookie. Not like a beginner.

Like a monster hiding behind a polite smile.

When you finally woke up in the medical room hours later, your head throbbed painfully. “…Ow.”

“You’re awake.”

You blinked slowly.

Han So Hee sat beside the bed holding a cold drink.

The room was dim and quiet.

You stared at her for a moment before groaning softly. “You hit hard.”

Han So Hee looked almost embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Now that you thought about it… Han So Hee could’ve hurt you much worse. Way worse.

But she didn’t.

“You held back,” you muttered.

Han So Hee stayed silent. That silence was enough of an answer.

After that day, the agency became cautious around Han So Hee.

But strangely… She only stayed close to you.

She started waiting for you after missions, bringing coffee, silently standing beside you, and accompanying you training