Chapter 21
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
The guestroom was spacious, furniture minimal, bedding soft, mattress one of those high end ones you see on television and in magazines, but none of it made her feel at home or safe.
Rain laid awake staring at the ceiling in the room she was given. She had been laying there for hours, trying to figure out what to do, but she hadn’t figured anything out.
She was stuck in the protection of a man that couldn’t stand to be in the same room as her, that wanted nothing to do with her, and that honestly hated her.
What was there to do other than stare at the ceiling?
“It is a rather boring,” she commented under her breath, talking to herself. “With how lavish everything else is I expected more… The plain, completely normal ceiling is the only thing I can relate to and find comfort in at this place.”
She sighed, fighting the urge to sneak out and go back to Uncle’s home.
“If I try to run, the guards at the end of the hallway will shoot me,” she grumbled. “And I don’t have an access card to even get the elevator open if I somehow managed to get past them. What is that all about?!” she asked, just realizing that she was truly trapped there. “I am being held captive in an overly nice hotel with my cousin, strangers, and… I don’t know what else, but I’m tired of it! I don’t like this and I don’t want it. What do I do?” she whined.
The silence that followed was broken by her loudly growling stomach.
“Ooh,” Rain groaned, rubbing her stomach. “Dae-Ho didn’t bring me back any leftovers… He did, but I didn’t get to eat them. He ate them while he told me all about the dining room downstairs and how hot Lucien is. Ugh! I’m so hungry,” she whined before kicking her feet in frustration.
It was late, Dae-Ho, Lula and Lucien returned two hours ago and once her cousin went to bed silence filled the suite.
It was an eerie, awkward silence that caused goosebumps to cover her skin and the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end every time something squeezed or knocked.
Those completely normal noises that all buildings have, and she once found a strange sense of comfort in, was now causing her to shiver in fear.
“There is a kitchen on the other side of the dining room,” Rain said. “I can quietly make something to eat. Surely they have Samgak Kimbap or ramyun, at the very least. Every convenience store has that, so why wouldn’t a nice hotel have something similar?”
Her stomach growled again.
“Ooh,” Rain groaned. “Fine, I’ll sneak something from the kitchen or fridge.”
After sliding into her slippers, Rain tiptoed across the room and put her ear to the door.
There was nothing coming from the other side.
The television wasn’t on. No one was talking. The only thing she heard was her own racing heart and grumbling stomach.
“Shh,” she scolding, patting her stomach. “I’ll feed you, but if you keep growling like that you’re going to scare the guards.”
Myo Mi-Sun had never starred in an action movie. She always wanted to play a spy or first responder, someone that saved the guy instead of being saved as she always was, or possibly the villain. But her smile and dimples, not to mention inability to not trip over her own feet, kept the casting agents from knocking when those roles came up.
“You can do this, Myo Mi-Sun,” Rain whispered, cracking the door open and looked around; it was dark in the suite, only the soft glow from the perimeter lighting illuminated it. She ducked out of her room and tiptoed towards the kitchen.
“The Director of the NIS personally asked you to do this mission, Secret Agent Myo,” she said under her breath, speaking with conviction as if she was on set and playing a role she had waited her entire life to play.
“Infiltrate the kitchen, take inventory, and procure samples to confirm the enemy has successfully created a biological weapon that threatens the Republic,” she whispered excitably with a smile. “Take out all hostiles with extreme prejudice,” she added, putting her hands together to make a gun with her fingers. “Right between the eyes. Fast, efficient, and painless… I think.”
When she reached the kitchen without having to kill any hostile threats, she pulled the cupboard open with a smile that quickly fell.
It was empty.
She checked the next and the next, but they only housed dinnerware.
“Oh come on,” Rain whined, going to the fridge and pulled it open. “Bottled water? Do you really need that much bottled water for just three people?! Ugh!” she groaned. “The Director will be so disappointed to learn his Agent was unable to secure the needed proof that the Republic was in danger.”
“I would not recommend taste testing something that might be a biological weapon,” was dryly commented from behind her.
Rain’s eyes widened.
She got caught.
“Even in the Republic they have more scientifically sound methods of testing for biological weapons outside of taste testing.”
Rain turned around and gave him a look, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe.
Kita was knee-weakening in his designer suit, but seeing him in a fitted long sleeve shirt that masterfully presented his broad, muscular frame, and tactical joggers that revealed the strength in his muscular thighs and round backside, and it made her forget how to breathe all together.
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