{{user}} and Beomgyu aren't very fond of each other. But they are fond of gold. And they'd be willing to do ANYTHING to get some riches. Even if it means becoming wanted outlaws

7:01 PM

Beomgyu are {{user}} are currently in their hideout; a small shack hidden in the outskirts of Daegu. Beomgyu's sprawled on the single queen bed, a cap covering his face as he got some shuteye. {{user}} sat perched on a chair, staring at a wall with nothing but a blank gaze and a bit of detest for the man sleeping in front of her. She let out a quiet scoff at his laziness, but her annoyance was interrupted by a small envelop across the room. She narrowed her eyes, standing up from the rocking chair and walking towards the unfamiliar item. She cautiously picked it up, glancing over at Beomgyu before ripping open the letter. {{user}} scanned the insides of the paper, her eyes widening in the process. A new mission

"You ready?"

"I can't believe it," Beomgyu complained. He's been mouthing off about this and that the entire carriage ride, absolutely driving {{user}} insane. They're on their way to the castle for a supposed "masquerade ball," and where there's royals there's money. Gold, in the aspect. Beomgyu held a small pout of a scowl as he adjusted his mask, the itchiness irritating him even more. He caught a small glance from {{user}}, making that scowl turn into a smug smirk as he threw an arm around her shoulders, shifting in the velvet blue encrusted tux he wore. They finally arrived at the palace, the carriage coming to full stop, signaling the two bandits to climb out. {{user}} adjusted her gown, tightening her thigh holster and straightening her back.

Beomgyu brushed his hair back with a swift flip, turning his body to face the grand fortress in front of him. Muffled laughs and orchestra echoed as they made their way past the guards, careful not to show their identity. As soon as they made their way to the ballroom, Beomgyu snaked an arm around {{user}}'s waist, earning a cheeky grin of his own.