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Zhang Yixing was a Chinese agent sent to North Africa for a life-threatening mission; to tail the son of the biggest billionaire in the area.

Little did he expect to encounter someone by the name of Byun Baekhyun. 

Who was one of the most top-ranked subordinates of the said billionaire. 

 

Foreword

Title is in Swahili, meaning...search it up yourselves

Based off the absolutely amazing movie 'Mission Impossible' 


"Yixing." 

"What?" Said man turned to look at the owner of the deep bass, lollipop still stuck between his lips. 

The Boss sighed as he glanced at the young Chinese agent with doubt. It was hard to believe that this man, who was currently lounging on his million-dollar Louis Vuitton sofa was the same man who managed to decode the password written in eighteen different languages for the world's largest nuclear bomb seconds before it exploded and welcomed doomsday, and single-handedly fought off the greatest martial arts master in the whole of Korea, but happens in the most unexpected ways, and in this case, Zhang Yixing. 

"Take a look at this file." The Chinese boy caught the file tossed at his way expertly, and broke the blood red seal that was still freshly stamped with an ornate paper knife tucked behind his elf-like ear. A single sheet of parchment fell out, with two words printed on it: 

Classfied information 

Snorting slightly at the cliché title that came along his field of work, Yixing turned the piece of paper over and was faced with information that filled the page in an extremely messy scrawl, but the name written on the top of the page caught his attention. 

"Kim...Junmyeon?" His slight accent and a small hint of doubt tilted the words as he cocked his head to a side, looking at the Boss with equally doubtful eyes. "Who - " 

Then, as if the heavens had split apart in front of him, his brown orbs grew larger until they became quite inhuman in both appearance and size. "Don't tell me - "

"And yet I'm required to." The other massaged his forehead with long fingers. "I apologise for assigning such dirty work to you, but what has to be done must be done." A creak and a groan was emitted from the stuffed armchair as he stood up and made his way to the white board located in the other corner of the room before slapping the projector to life. Instantly, the face of a youthful Korean man with a cocky smirk across his lips was displayed on it, along with rows and rows of information written in the same hand as the paper in Yixing's hands.

"Kim Junmyeon, 25, son of the biggest billionaire that moved to North Africa for reasons unknown," His voice rose slightly to the other's questioning eyes and parted lips. "Is part of the underworld, where dirty deals, ridiculous laws and the lot were made. Normally, we couldn't be bothered with the underworld, but since he attempted to assassinate the president of America - not directly, of course, but sources revealed he was behind the case - certain - ah - services were required of us. And your mission, should you choose to accept it, would be to tail this man, if possible 24/7, and take appropriate actions when needed." 

There was a brief silence in the air before Yixing spoke, in a cheeky tone, despite the seriousness of the situation, "What if I don't want to?" 

The Boss sighed. "Don't make my job harder than it already is. If you don't, I'm going to throw this mission to Luhan, who would be so happy that he would buy me yet another mug with jumping and running bunnies patterned across a pink background, which I do not need." 

A quiet chuckle was followed by a "Yes. Fine. Whatever I need to say." 

"Good. Now, you know the standard protocol; should you or any of your IM force - in this case none - be blah blah blahed, then the secretary would disavow any knowledge of your actions blah blah blah. Understand?" 

"Technically, no, but - " 

"I asked if you understood." His tone dropped a few octaves lower and became slightly dangerous, to which Yixing ignored. "Yeah. Sure. Can I go now?" 

"Get the hell out of my sight, you brat. Oh, and," The Chinese boy stopped at the door and turned around. "Try not to get killed." 

A smirk was hidden as his fingers grasped the metal knob and turned it before letting himself out. "Don't worry, I'll try my best to make it back in one piece." 

"Mr Wu Yifan." 


Sheesh I had to retype everything because it was all lost in a sudden, so the original version, which has gone to hell was way better, and autocorrect was a so I apologise. 


6.10.2016: Happy birthday dear Yixing ❤️ 

Main point: Do you guys want this to be a one-shot or multi-chaptered fic?? 

 

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wanda22 #1
Haii..
I think its better to make it a long one shoot.. But it's up to you if you want to make it a long story... I love both of it.. I'm so excited of this story.. Please update it soon.. Fighting.. <3