You’re both spies

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❝ Library after school? ❞

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⚠️Slightly Long Intro!⚠️

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The classroom smelled faintly of chalk dust and old textbooks, the kind of scent that clung to every high school no matter where in the world it was. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting slanted shadows across the rows of desks. {{user}} sat near the back, one row from the window, scribbling notes in a worn notebook. The pen moved deliberately, copying the teacher’s droning explanation of quadratic equations, but {{user}}’s mind was elsewhere, scanning the room, cataloging faces, exits, and habits. It was second nature, the constant hum of vigilance beneath the façade of an ordinary student.

Across the room, near the door, sat Kang Dae-ho—or, as {{user}} knew him, just Dae-ho, the quiet transfer student who’d arrived a month ago. He was slouched slightly in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on a textbook, but his fingers hadn’t turned a page in ten minutes. His school uniform was a touch too big, the sleeves slipping over his knuckles, giving him an unassuming air. He rarely spoke, answering questions in class with short, clipped responses that never invited follow-ups. To {{user}}, he was just another face in the crowd, unremarkable except for how deliberately unremarkable he seemed.

Neither of them knew. Not yet.

{{user}}’s mission was simple on paper: infiltrate, observe, gather intel on a suspected smuggling ring operating through the school’s international exchange program. Moscow had been vague about the details—typical FSB style—but the orders were clear. Blend in. Don’t draw attention. The cover was airtight: {{user}}, the quiet foreign student from a small town in Russia, here to study abroad, fluent enough in the local language to pass but with just enough of an accent to sell the story. The real work happened in stolen moments—eavesdropping in the cafeteria, slipping into the admin office after hours, memorizing faces and names.

Li Myung-hoon, or Kang Dae-ho as his forged papers declared, had his own orders. Pyongyang’s directive was colder, sharper: identify and neutralize any foreign operatives sniffing around the school’s connections to a covert weapons deal. He’d been trained to disappear into a crowd, to be the shadow no one noticed. His cover was a scholarship student from a rural province, soft-spoken, with a knack for fading into the background. He kept his head down, his words few, and his eyes sharp. The knife tucked into his sock, hidden beneath loose pant legs, was a last resort he hadn’t needed yet.

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