#( drk where this is going this has been in the drafts for like 3 weeks and edited like 10 times for no reason

[imnotsiho]

part one: encounter.

the objective was pretty easy: assume somebody's identity, serve rice cakes like an old lady would, and be an expert in eavesdropping for until information harvested is sufficient. pretty easy.

she's done a rigorous amount of preparation before going into this mission, making sure to keep her face slightly modified with the use of light makeup. even if there was an assurance from the higher ups that the targets do not know her, it would still be better to prepare for the worse. always better safe than sorry.

today, ha siho lives as a young woman that supports her family's rice cake business when she has no school classes the next day in order for her parents to take a rest every few nights. she was wearing a long white dress over a fitted black turtle neck, with a scarf resting neatly around her neck to keep her from the cold of autumn nights. she also wore a silver infinity necklace (bugged), a pair of glasses (bugged, but actually had the lenses revised to her eye grade), some few rings, and an anklet (bugged). wrapped around in her inner thigh, a small dagger.

"one serving of spicy rice cakes and a bottle of soju here, please!"

"coming right up!" it was the third hour of this presumed identity and siho has learned nothing important, and had been forcefully subjected to carrying drunkards out of the tent her stall was in, to accommodate to more important customers. but seeing as to how it was almost 4 in the morning already with no useful information gathered, she eventually just let some of the drunks pass out on the table down to the floor on their own. it wouldn't be her problem anymore soon.

"ahgassi, two bottles of soju on this table."

bingo. she immediately knew her target was secured. a little reviewing of their profile could make siho very familiar with their face and voices very easily, and this guy didn't have a particularly forgettable tone.

nakao yosuke. a japanese undercover agent who had been working alongside a rival competition for about two decades already. his voice had multiple paradoxes to describe it- he had a deep, scary tone, yet manages to sound a bit friendly and approachable with the way he chooses the words that comes out of his mouth. one wouldn't easily notice the slight uniqueness in his accent due to the agent's long adapted usage of the language. majority of the people he encounters would not question him to be of south korean descent- thus his alias was born, na jongwon. he masquerades as a real estate agent in seoul, under a brokerage led by the higher ups of his own.

"two bottles of soju." siho exhales as she puts down the bottles on his table with haste, not really wanting to invite unwanted attention, or conversation.

as siho turns her back from them to return to her place, the man grabs her wrist, firmly. her eyes widened, hesitant to face him with all the conclusions she's managed to think of within a millisecond; but knowing better, forces herself to turn her head, faux curiosity playing on her features. "sir?"

"have we met before?"

shit.