NOTE: This is where a very important segment of the book begins: the mission. And I wrote the entire thing through a series of very difficult writer's blocks, so it is going to be worse than my usual writing style. Therefore, I want you to bear through these few pain-taking chapters where it's just a bad thriller. Sorry about that; I hope you can understand! ^^

Author's POV

Prachtvolles Morgenröte Schloss. The name's literal translation came from its original German name, which was 'Magnificent Dawn Palace'.

Just like its name suggests, the palace was made with the intention of fully displaying its beauty solely during the exquisite darkness of the night sky, which contrasted with the bright rays of the full moon.

Similar to the owners and location, the architecture of the palace was a selective fusion of the Korean and German styles. With both traditions combined, the grand entrance began with an intricate pattern filled with lotuses and dark green vines, which symbolised the Korean aspect of the place. And the outer face was characterised by a majestic German Baroque taste, which resulted in the building maintaining a detailed exterior fused with different shades and ornaments that were mounted with the purpose of glistening via the moonlight.

Over a hundred sub-areas were hidden inside the beautiful life-size art piece that stood in the most forest-surrounded and dense area of the city. Each room was crafted with care and close attention to detail. They were all secluded, with their own aura of mysterious secrets and unusual beauty. Perhaps it was the most appealing things that were the hardest to get through.

Over a hundred cars had passed by in front of the extraordinary banquet hall, pausing for the many celebrities, multi-millionaires, and phenomenal individuals that stepped out into the shuttering lights of cameras.

Being one of the biggest events of the year, the security was even tighter. Groups of gaurds on every floor of each separate building. A unique group of five buff guards would rotate around each important area every 2.5 minutes, especially the event venue, of course.

Everything was disguised so perfectly that even the leader of the National Security Team was struggling to locate his agents in plain sight. Every. Single. Detail was in the sight of at least 10 guards. Not a single corner of the palace was left ungaurded. Their every move was almost as unpredictable as a dice. Almost

Yet perhaps that was almost a problem. Because if the National Security along with the intelligence agent had thoroughly checked through each member of staff's background and identity, along with all the guests, were there four unautherized people walking casually strolling through the palace without anyone turning a suspicious eye towards them?

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The camera flashed violently as the Japanese-Italian couple passed through the velvet red carpet. Pleasantly believable smiles masked their already disguised faces, certainly different from their natural ones. They seemed just as posh and classy as any other guest around, not more and not less (so that absolutely no unnecessary attention goes to them based on anything). Upon first glimpse, they seemed to be those lovey dovey power couples you'd see on the TV screen and internally envy. However, reality was a contrast to that, because love wasn't a thing that could ever arise between them, or could it?

Upon climbing the large, symmetrical marble steps and stopping in front of an enormously majestic door, they stumbled upon security that required their formal invitations. Of course.

With a gentle smile, the couple pulled out their envelopes of the same shade as crimson red, with a wax stamp of black and the host's family crest. Overly dramatic.

Inside the letter, there was the cliche invitation written out of an actual typewriter (for rich people) and the bottom with the handwritten letters of their names, in golden ink, that is.

Alessio Bianchi

Hiroki Caputo Bianchi

With a subtly hesitant glance, the gaurd, having no choice, let in the two fancy men with a tight smile. But somewhere in his guts, his intuitor didn't want to do so.

The interior of the castle was just as elegant, or even more elegant, as the exterior. But, in my humble opinion, nothing could beat the beauty of our favourite men. Entering the castle, all that you could see were the enormous packs of people covered in fancy clothing, trying to mask their jobs that contrasted with their looks.

A sigh left the mouth of the devil, who was impersonating a pathetic persona. He didn't sign up for this. But if this was the only way he could get closer to the man beside him, he supposed it shouldn't be so bad.

Levinor wrapped his arm around Julian's forearms with an enormous smile on his face. ace. Everything was supposed to be fake, yet here he was with hearts in his now hazel eyes. He didn't have to pretend to be in love with him; he just had to make his feelings more obvious.

Julian, or in the present time, Alessio, glanced towards his husband with a forced smile. His own new greyish-blue eyes, for the first time, actually shun light inside them. His complexion had a slight olive undertone, making his plump, rosy lips stand out even more.

His height lengthened with the consoles inside his boots, finally giving him the chance to tower over his husband like a shield. His once long hair had now been skillfully hidden behind a mask of golden locks that weren't too long but flowed as smoothly as the wind. Regardless of being covered in fancy outfits, his body figure seemed to have been sculpted by Michele Anglo himself.

A mid-night black Armani suit wrapped itself around his body, revealing his overwhelming biceps and broad shoulders. Not even a prickle of dust dared lay its hands on the forturn-costing article. A silky white shirt was worn underneath, and two buttons were left open for the flowy dark red scarf that covered half of his neck to appear. Just a touch of makeup is enough to disguise him properly yet give him a touch of pure pochness.

The shorter man that clung onto him was bathing in luxuriant itemery himself. He too wore a suit coat, but unlike his husband's, it was a waist-length coat fused in a cool grey undertone with white mandala patterns covering it entirely. Underneath was a black velvet corset that was tightly wrapped around his already curvy body, along with a similar white silk shirt. The collar of the fabric covered all of his neck, with Vicktorian ruffles at the top. Lanky yet long his legs seemed to be, since his trousers were just as tight as his corset (with a similar shade as well) and reached his upper body.

"I can't believe we're finally here!" Levinor cheered; his character's voice was gentle, light, and fragile, but hopeful and optimistic. Indirectly sending a signal to his teammates, he looked through his smart lenses, simply glancing at the guests around him and getting their entire lives in cryptic letters in front of him.

Julian simply chuckled, trying to truly impersonate his character and not die on the inside. He pulled his husband as they continued to diffuse through the crowd, trying to find the most-talked about ambassadors that their entire minds revolved around for weeks.

Still acting natural, as though observing the area (which he was), he finally spotted the two people, the targets.

Lee Minho and Lee Min-Jun are the ambassadors.

Julian's expression almost altered, but quickly masking it all, he averts his eyes in that direction. The action doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Levinor, who had already started glancing at the same place, resulting in him tilting his head.

The ambsaddorss seemed to have been chatting with some foreign guests, leading them upstairs, which they already knew was where the auction was being held. Forcing smiles on their faces, they exchanged business cards and made sure that guests were inside before hunting down more to bring in.

"Oh, aren't those the Lees?" Levinor spoke out in character, starting to stroll towards the area. His partner nodded as he was gracefully dragged through the bustling crowd.

Nearing the arch-like opening that led to the auction hall, it didn't take long for them to soon be stopped with terrifyingly large grins as soon as the Korean couple had 'politely' forced one of their visitors inside the other hall.

It felt something similar to a plain-sight jump scare, yet the two agents didn't have anything such as 'fear' inside them to be afraid to react in the manner they had practiced.

Everything was well planned so nothing could go wrong. Knowing them, they couldn't be more confident in their skills.

"Oh! You must be Mr. Min-Jun Lee and Mr. Min-Ho, if I'm not mistaken." Julian asked with a dashing smile, his English accent toned with the hint of a native Italian, and his hand was already stuck out confidently as he waited to be greeted.

"That would be us!" Min-Ho exclaimed, shaking Julian's hand and stepping away for his husband to do the same.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Allessio Bianchi and this is my lovely husband, Hiroki Bianchi." The male grinned, bringing his own husband in front of him by his waist.

"Forgive us for saying this as the last thing, but happy birthday, Mr. Min-Jun. Both of us truly hope that you have great success in your already merry business with your husband." Levinor chimed in such a way that it nearly metled the hearts of the ones standing in front, beaming at the man beside him.

"Goodness me, thank you so much! With such words from an artist himself, I'm sure our companies will flourish in wonderful colours."

"You're absolutely welcome. I'm flattered that you've even heard about my mere existence." The Japanese male's were more humble than any gentleman.

"Oh, don't be silly! Which fool hasn't heard of the great magnificient works and museaus of you and your husband? You are more pheneminal among the enthusiasts of authenticity than you take yourself to be. It's an absolute honour that we're finally meeting in person! That's why we've created the auction with a broad variety of all sorts of ancient artistic pieces that we hope might catch either of your attentions!" Min-ho, being a professional smooth-talker, transitioned the conversation to the so-called auction.

'Money-thirsty bastards. Not like I can say much, myself,' Julian bitterly thought to himself, almost zoning out.

"It would be a delight to participate in such an act. Thank you once again," politely Levinor ended the conversation with greetings before both of them half-willingly entered the new hall.

One step in, the place had transitioned to the most shady looking black-money luxury private suite you'd see in one of those Italian movies. And just like those movies, the most precious of items stood shining in all of their glory, trapped inside bullet-proof glass boxes, to be presented to spoiled man-children.

Levinor's lips almost dared to twitch from one of the corners at the sight of dark red jewels that looked similar to the tint of blood. He wondered how they'd look splayed on his neck with splatters of a liquid of the same colour.

Julian, without getting distracted, scanned through the 3D map in his lenses, identifying where the predicted location of the jewel would be. 'Gallery of Lost Artefacts.' Knowing that the most secluded place would be the furthest, it was obvious that they would have to hurry.

So with fake interest in his eyes, he pretended to scan and hover around all the artefacts and audio pieces that were displayed, tugging at his partner as a sign that they had to leave.

The man looked up to the blonde, somewhat understanding his actions. So with a smile, he decided to follow behind his husband, not making it obvious that they were trying to get away from the main part of the event.

Yet to their dismay, the audience had already started settling in their seats with mutters quitening down as someone who seemed to look like nothing but a host stepped onto the stage.

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"I need more truffle over all the burrata; make sure that it doesn't fall into the gravy, people!" The head chef roared over all the exhausters, flaming stoves, and sweating chefs.

A series of 'Yes Chef' chanted back before the rush in the kitchen had only gotten worse. Each station was working simultaneously. Every hand worked like machines in a factory, almost robotically.

Some had just taken the Wagyu off the grill for the two appetisers; others had finished air brushing the hyper realistic cakes for deserts; and some were preparing the most important items of the event. The 7 tier dark red cake.

While others were panincking over food that was expected to go out in less than 2 minutes, agents in the disguise of chefs were arranging parts of the mountain of a cake, which took hours to simply get the accessories made. Everything was made sure to be perfect, edible, and so realistic that you'd feel odd eating it.

Dark red roses, along with a variety of flowers made from sugar paper made completely from hand. Marble-like sheets that spread themselves across the 1 and 3 tiers of the cake had taken almost an entire hour to be made alone. Detailed icing that was as intricate as those Italian cathedrals had 10 pastry artists almost scream in agony.

Victor had disguised himself amongst the crowd of chefs that crowded the cake alone. He worked his hidden skills amongst them, trying to disperse himself across the stations so that he and his partner wouldn't collide.

Agust, on the other hand, was doing the million-dollar job, preparing the appetisers that would be the doom of two specific humans. It was his job that made even him break a sweat. Having to hide the pea sized bomb amongst such a bright, elegant looking appetiser that, unfortunately, happened to be the killer of the show.

With eyes all over every single dish that stood on the counters from the executive chef and the head chef himself, Agust had to be slick. Therefore, he was in ultra-focus mode, trying to successfully fuse in the bomb and then, afterward, standing in line with many of the waiters along with some chefs in order to put the weapon in the right person's place.

Both agents were continuously monitoring the security system of the castle with the many cameras and trying their best to give updates on the movement on the targeted floor. All of this was happening silently through text so they could focus on work in their hands as well.

A new message had popped up on both screens with a large exclamation: 'Messiah is entering, 1 hour ahead.' The auction was taking place earlier than the stated time. That would explain to the two fake chefs why they were being so pressured out of nowhere.

Since Victor was the one with a bit more freedom at hand, he was the one who could reply back to Team 1. So pretending to rush to the washbasin, which was surprisingly left alone for a bit, he washed his hand as the eyes zoomed through a million different screens before muttering into his earpiece.

"Security tightened 2X in your section; I recommend you stay in the auction until the 3rd round. The most likely exit from your location is through the now dark display sections and out through the backstage before taking the furthest left door from there to the outer corridor, which is a direct pathway to the garden area." His words were quick but comprehendable, as he marked the exact location on each of their maps for aid. He dried his hands in his apron before heading back to his station, just in time to receive a thumbs up emoji from the other two agents.

For our 4th agent, just as he could even take a step out of the kitchen, he had already bolted down words through his iris before spamming them on rest. 'Big boss entering!!'

Oh, we all know what that means.

In the auction hall, everyone had settled down on their seats; even the hyperactive business couple had finally taken their places on the table right in front of the stage. You could almost sense them close to bursting with the thought of how much money they would earn in the first minute.

Julian had been sipping on his white wine when the message of his friend—I mean, fellow teammate scattered across the screen. His eyes shifted towards the opening, where waiters and chefs were magically bombarding each table with the most authentic dishes. Taking a gulp of his drink, he ensured to secretly see the entire process of the targets chewing their deaths down while constantly averting his eyes in a non-suspicious manner.

Levinor lightly small-talked the people on their table, but from the corners of his eyes, inside his screen, he could only focus on Agust's personal camera and what was happening.

The said man had reached the table in a blink, and he, along with three other humans, held their breath as you could see in a blur, placing the two very specific yet identical looking appetisers, which he had checked a million times, were in fact the right ones.

As soon as the plates made a quiet thud on the table, Agust felt a 10-tonne rock lift up from his lungs. Levinor's smile had just gotten wider and brighter, while Julian took extra gulps of alcohol and Victor let out a silent sigh.

"Big Boss is seated." Just the news they all needed. However, that's not where the havoc ends.

Now the new challenge was to make sure that the targeted couple actually consumed their food before the auction ended so that our beloved couple was able to sneek away without worrying if they were actually going to even get the Lee's killed.

Victor was too lost in the exhilaration of the securely placed bomb to realise that all the waiters had left and was clapping and chattering around to cheer the annoying voiced host.

He wanted to almost scrunch his eyebrows at the overly high-pitched tone and words of the person who was about to begin the verbal blackmarket for all these adult spoiled brats. But without fail, he masked his expressions as usual. A sigh left his mouth, almost bored, while Levinor silently communicated with their teammates. Julian's eyes sub-consiously wandered around and landed on a pair of eyeballs that stared right back at him.

Lee Min-Jun had already been looking at him.

Julian's mind went blank. Not panicked or shocked, he stared back. He sensed that the businessman's eyes held his gaze with different intentions than last time.

It felt as though he had changed; his entire persona had altered as though a switch had been flicked off. Even from a great distance, Julian could see the businessman's lips twitching at the slightest on the corners. All the agent knew was that the other man was trying to send him a signal. He knew something.

Realising that, the alarm inside Julian's head started ringing all at once, bringing him back to his senses. His hooded eyes returned to their disguise by opening themselves wide yet they couldn't stop themselves from staring right back at the alarmingly suspicious man. So being on full alert, his hands clenched around the steak knife he'd pull under the table from the plates.

So far, Min-Jun hasn't done anything. That wasn't until he graudily crawled his one hand to the glistening appetiser fork on his left side. Then bringing that to stab into the creamy burrata

Before lifting it near his mouth, but simply pausing as the smug smirk on his face grew larger. The lights danced off the fortune-costing delicacy as Min-Jun showed it off to our man.

The human's eyebrows couldn't help but start to furrow as he broke eye contact to look at the dripping food. He gulped but his expression remained untouched. It was now obvious that a man knew what his food contained. And the agent was ready to be tackled by a thousand jumbo men who would be quenching to tear him apart.

However, Julian's thoughts were proven falsely when his target abruptly shoved the tiny, bursting ball of flavour inside his mouth, gulping it all down just after chewing once, making the other human's eyebrows skyrocket and eyes close to widening.

As Min-Jun simply licked his lips before finally averting his eyes, Jin gulped once again, realising something...was really going on.

Not me listening to the Mission impossible theme song while writing this! 🤣🤣🤣 Would totally recommend if u reread this- But why would you, are you crazy?