+Na Jaemin sports / thriller AU+
WARNING// violence, abduction, cursing, cheating, murder, mentions of blood, weapons, blades
please don't read if you are sensitive to any of these things.
it's kinda istj mv core i fear
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The group sat in Jaeda's grand conference room, fidgeting nervously. The lights overhead cast an almost ominous glow, and Jaeda herself stood at the head of the table, exuding her signature air of authority. Whatever this meeting was about, they could already tell it wasn't just a training exercise.
"I have a mission for you," Jaeda began, her sharp gaze sweeping over them. The room fell dead silent. "It's high stakes, and it will require coordination, precision, and no mistakes. Understand?"
Andrea swallowed hard, glancing at Jaemin, who was trying to look calm but kept nervously bouncing his knee. Victoria, on the other hand, leaned forward, her eyes glinting with intrigue. "What kind of mission?" she asked.
Jaeda smirked slightly, as if she was expecting the question. "There's intel we need to retrieve. A shipment of classified documents has been stolen by a group of thugs with more weapons than brains. Your job is to infiltrate their hideout, secure the documents, and eliminate any threats if necessary."
"Eliminate threats?" Chenle echoed, his voice rising slightly. "We're not soldiers!"
Jaeda raised an eyebrow. "That's why you'll be receiving... assistance."
As if on cue, the door swung open, and in strolled Angel Song, exuding so much confidence it was practically tangible. He surveyed the room with a smirk, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder and his boots clicking dramatically against the polished floor.
"Alright, so," Angel announced, spinning a chair around to sit on it backward. "Who's lucky enough to have me on their team?"
Victoria's eyes narrowed immediately. "Who are you, and why are you already getting on my nerves?"
"Angel Song," he said smoothly, shooting her a wink. "Master strategist, weapons expert, and general badass."
Victoria muttered under her breath, "Oh no. Another one."
Jaeda's calm voice interrupted the budding tension. "Angel will be leading this mission. Listen to him, follow his instructions, and you might just survive."
"Wait—he's leading us?" Victoria asked, incredulous. "You're kidding."
Angel grinned at her, clearly enjoying her irritation. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Afraid I'll show you up?"
"Don't call me sweetheart," Victoria snapped. "And no, I'm just afraid your ego won't fit in the room."
Before things could escalate further, Jaeda clapped her hands sharply. "Enough. Weapons are in the adjoining room. Get equipped and be ready to move out within the hour."
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The hideout was more intimidating than any of them had expected—a sprawling, dimly lit warehouse buzzing with armed guards. Andrea was already regretting most of her life choices.
