◗ marketplace

@【 ʜ 】minjeong k。 Brushing his fingers along the strands of his hair, he glossed over his steps, back facing the cash register, and Sehun pulled the A.R.M.O.R cap, tucking it away in the pocket of his vest. The bell on the door rang, announcing his welcome, and he found himself being seconds attention; eyes were now on him.

He fumbled about with the content of the pocket of his vest, pulling out a dirty, crumpled receipt to be made into a makeshift grocery list. And he looked up then back down to the paper, eyeing the cuts hung on display.

The floorboard creaked underneath his every step, and soon, the weight of the eyes that were on him quickly dissipated into the hot air of the butcher shop. He straightened his back, eyes flashing down to the dirt path road right in front of the store.

He stopped just for a flash second before he looked back down to the paper in his hand, legs now heading towards the exit, a phone in his hand before he calmly spoke into the phone. “Guess they don’t have the cut too. I’ll check the other marketplace. Maybe they got one.”

“Yeah, maybe they got one.” He continued, leaving the shop only to walk straight to the girl he had spotted back inside.

It wasn’t done intentionally, but he needed to make a point, and he did. Sehun grasped the girl’s arm, squeezing it in his hand before pulling her into one of the smaller alleys that seemed to shy away from visitors.

“What are you doing here, /hero/?”

@【 ᴄ 】sehun o。 It always goes here, whenever Minjeong delivers something, it's always the farm delivery consisting of vegetables and eggs. She went inside the market where the vendor who requests for the order waits, the vendor is an old lady and she was on late 80's. The delivery girl is always handful of care, she knows the old lady, but doesn't know her that long, she has a bad spine and needs some assistance on carrying stuffs. Most of the people inside the market knows Minjeong for a year now, they know her as a very young and very helpful girl, but they don't know that they didn't age like them.

When she's finish with the delivery, the old woman offered her candies as a compensation, Minjeong gladly accepted it and told her that whenever she had to order something just call her number and she'll be there. After that, she got out of the shop before she noticed an A.R.M.O.R. uniform from afar. She frowned as she already knew why there's an agent around the market, something's not right either. She fixed her delivery cap and covers her upper face with it as she follows the agent and he stares on the 'Staff Only' sign, she then pretends to call her manager that she delivered the goods and stuffs while eyeing the agent who is standing in a distance.

@【 ʜ 】minjeong k。 The roads reeked of burnt iron, rotten flesh, and puddles of dirty water that pooled inside the potholes of the path he was taking.

There were many things that Sehun found out as he grew older, from the numerous crime trivia quizzes on Friday nights, documentaries, and real-time cases — there would always be cases that were connected, one way or another.

Behind creaky fish stalls, a lonely alley led to an empty butcher shop that seemed to always be out of meat. But who would have thought that the grand entrance of the black market would be right behind the door labeled ‘Staff Only’?

Sehun reached for the shop’s door handle before a middle-aged lady walked through the opening, pushing past him. He released his hold on it, letting her walk away first before setting himself back on the track. Words on the streets, the syndicate that his squad was after delved in daylight robbery and the smuggling of the Chitauri biotechnological energy core during the Avengers’ reign in the black market, and he was here for that; to catch Ghost and his team.