Kim Namjoon

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

A social evening. A ball. Jin, a dancer and undercover agent, steps onto the dance floor alone. His target is Colonel Kim Da Won, a war criminal. A microphone is tucked into Jin's tie. He harbors a painful sense of vengeance: Kim Da Won killed his father five years ago, but he doesn't know that Jin witnessed it all and remembers his face.

The Colonel accepted the challenge. He grabbed Gene by the waist roughly, possessively. They waltzed.

"You're too tense, my Lord Kim. Are you afraid?" The colonel's voice was heavy and low.

"I'm afraid I'll ruin your shoes, Colonel," Jean replies, without a trace of fear in his voice.

Jin whispered coordinates into the microphone. The connection was staticky. Kim Da Won's bodyguard, Namjoon, heard a fragment and froze. Kim Da Won spun Jin around, their faces inches apart. Suddenly, the colonel said quietly, his lips still closed:

"Do you know who killed your father? It wasn't me." Jin freezes. "Smile," Kim Da Won commands. "Or I'll call his name right here. And in a minute, a sniper will lay you out on this parquet floor."

Jin smiles. Dazzlingly. Falsely. The audience applauds. The dance ends, the colonel kisses his hand:

"Look for the man with the birthmark on his neck. That's him," Kim Da Won said, leaving Jin alone.

He stood in the middle of the room. He looked out into the room and saw the man with the stain hugging his own handler from Interpol. The one who had recruited him. Namjoon was reflected in the mirror. He came closer.

"I heard everything. Kim Da Won ordered you killed after dessert. But I'll help—if you promise to get me out of here." The voice was low, quiet.

Namjoon offers his hand:

"Vzaien, dance with me. Now. Right in front of his box. It's the only way to get to the exit alive."

The orchestra plays a tango. They step out onto the dance floor together, circling so close, as if they were making love. The sniper can't get his sights on them—they're too close. As they exit, under the stars, the cool air hits his face, and Gene kisses him.

• It was the best dance of my life.

"We have three minutes before he realizes we're not coming back," Namjoon whispers.