Chapter 5.2

Chapter 5.2

On the other hand, a question arose. The National Intelligence Service wasn’t an organization to be taken lightly, so why hadn’t Jung-in given any warnings about Kwon Yeonwoo?

All Jung-in had sent her were Kwon Yeonwoo’s photo and the description ’27-year-old university student.’

She hadn’t heard that he possessed physical abilities and shooting skills comparable to an average Black agent, or that he had a secret bunker like this in Myanmar.

That’s why she had simply dismissed him as an arrogant brat.

Realizing this belatedly, Haewon thought of headquarters and raised a hand to her ear, intending to make contact.

But the earpiece, which should have been securely in her ear, was gone. Doubtful, she checked the pocket where she kept her phone. It too was empty.

In the moment of her alarm, a lazy voice drifted to her ear.

“You’re duller than I thought.”

Yeonwoo casually turned his head and held something up for Haewon to see. Dangling from his hand was her phone. Her only means of contacting headquarters.

When had he taken it? Could he have approached her, pretending to towel her hair, just to snatch it?

“Hah… Give it back.”

“Sorry, but this is confiscated.”

Yeonwoo snapped Haewon’s flip phone in half, then dropped her earpiece onto the floor. The earpiece was utterly crushed beneath his dress shoe.

“…”

The sound of plastic shattering was loud. At least, it was loud to Haewon’s ears.

“What do you think you’re doing? If you destroy that, how will we know what’s happening outside?”

Haewon gritted her teeth and yelled. Yeonwoo’s eyes suddenly sparkled.

“Wow. You can yell too?”

“What?”

“Now you’re finally acting more like a human, and I like it.”

No conversation with him ever seemed to flow properly. Haewon frowned, looking up at Yeonwoo.

“Do you have any other means of communication? How are we going to get out of here? There’s a civil war happening right now, and it wouldn’t be strange for soldiers to storm in any moment. Don’t you know that?”

“I know.”

“But if you’ve destroyed all our receivers…”

“I think you’re misunderstanding something.”

Yeonwoo idly stroked near his eyebrow with a long finger. He seemed to choose his words for a moment, then continued nonchalantly.

“I didn’t hide here to avoid the soldiers.”

“What?”

“I just stopped by to complete a picture.”

“Speak plainly.”

“Ignorance is bliss. This isn’t something a mere Black agent should get involved in.”

A scoff. The upturned corner of his mouth was arrogant. With that, Kwon Yeonwoo turned his back and took off his suit jacket.

“This is damn uncomfortable.”

He grumbled, tossing the jacket into a trash can. Then he quickly shed his pants too. He looked ready to strip completely, even his underwear, so Haewon hastily turned away.

She had no interest in Kwon Yeonwoo’s striptease. But she was indeed flustered, and swallowed dryly.

Why was he so unrestrained?

Confronted by this sudden display of bare skin, Haewon forgot all about arguing over his ‘mere Black agent’ comment. From behind her, she heard the rustle of fabric against skin.

“Angel, want to change too? Though I only have my clothes.”

“…I don’t need to.”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

His sudden concern was absurd. When Haewon turned to glare at him, Kwon Yeonwoo was already lying in the bed.

He blinked a few times, as if tired, looked at Haewon, and lifted one side of the blanket, inviting her in.

“Want to get some sleep?”

He seemed to be suggesting she lie down next to him and sleep. It was the craziest thing he’d said yet.

Were they really close enough to peacefully sleep next to each other?

As she stared, speechless, Kwon Yeonwoo chuckled, as if amused. Then he pulled the blanket back over himself and quietly closed his eyes.

“You’d better not think about escaping. If you’re going to kill me, aim for the heart and do it in one shot.”

“…”

“Hmm. Thinking about it again… dying by your hand doesn’t seem so bad.”

His oddly suggestive words sent a wave of disgust through her. Unable to tolerate it any longer, she strode towards the bed.

“Stop spouting nonsense and tell me the truth! What exactly is going on here right now?”

Kwon Yeonwoo slowly lifted his heavy, sleep-laden eyelids and looked up at Haewon.

“I told you, nothing good will come from knowing. Let’s just enjoy this moment. What do you say, Angel? It’s just the two of us here.”

Kwon Yeonwoo kept playfully deflecting her questions and blurring the point by using that absurd nickname.

“Hah, damn it. Why are you calling me ‘Angel’? Drop that ridiculous nickname and just answer me!”

“You’re quite sexy when you swear, you know?”

More nonsense. It seemed impossible to have a proper conversation with him like this. Haewon threw a punch at him. It was a warning.

Then Yeonwoo, still with sleepy eyes, suddenly smiled, and with a sudden, swift motion, tapped Haewon’s arm.

Cruelly, it was precisely where she had been cut by a knife earlier.

“Ugh…!”

As Haewon stumbled from the dizzying pain, Yeonwoo sat up and pulled her waist, embracing her.

“Ugh!”

He opened his mouth, less than a hand-span away from Haewon.

“Earlier, when you first came in. You had a halo around you. A rainbow-colored one.”

“…”

“I thought I was going blind.”