^^ Lee Joon and chocolate abs, literally.
Here's the update xP it's a bit different from what I originally wrote but oh well hahahaha

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Your POV

OMFG. WHAAAAAAAATTTT?!?

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!

I SWEAR. HE IS CRAZY.

IT'S OKAY, ______, JUST CHILL.

YYAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! KIM JAEJOONG WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!?!?

I swear, right now, the thing I want to do the most is punch him in the face.

I can.

Should I? Yes? No?

Nah, better not, he's going on stage really soon so if I punch him now, he won't be able to heal in time for the concert and he'll have to go up on stage with a swollen face.

Which actually would be good revenge for making me so embarrassed...

AND for lying.

But no, I'm not so mean... However...

BAM!

“OOF!” Jaejoong exclaimed clutching his stomach.

YEA BOI, I still got it!

My aim is still good as ever ;D

“YAH! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” Jaejoong yelled while doubling over in pain.

“You asked for it.” I said, checking my hand out casually and acting cool.

Correction, not ACTING cool, I am NATURALLY cool.

Heheh.

I walked out the room.

He can explain to the others, seeing he was the one who caused all this disrupt.

Me, on the other hand, the innocent one, am going to go outside and take a stroll.

Mwehehehe.

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Joon's POV

As soon as I heard what Jaejoong said, I gaped.

Well, to put it simply, I wasn't the only one.

We all watched as ______ punched Jaejoong in the stomach, then walked out the door casually.

All I can say is:

1. AHAHAHAHAHAAA! SHAME JAEJOONG! YOU LIAR!

2. Wow, for a girl, ______ truly knows how to punch!

3. Can't expect much ae, looks like FBI train their agents well.

I decided to follow _____ and walk outside. The others looked like they were interested in hearing Jaejoong's explanation, but I really didn't care.

I just need to get outside and laugh my lungs out just now.

Tehehe.

As soon as the fresh air hit me, I let it all out.

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Erm, Joon, you okay?”

I stood up straight after leaning on the wall to support my body from the constant laughter.

“Yes, yes I'm fine” I replied cheerfully, “Man, I didn't know accepting this job would make my life so much more interesting!” I spoke the truth.

Ever since I met ______ I knew I was in for a hell of a fun roller-coaster ride of a mission.

_______ smirked.

That is what I call one COOL girl.

“Eh, _______-ah, what about this? From now on, call me oppa, Joon oppa.”

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Your POV

“Eh, _______-ah, what about this?”

I looked at his curiously.

“From now on, call me oppa, Joon oppa.” Joon finished with a smile.

Omo. Really? I've never ever called anyone oppa ever before in my life.

Joon – He's sweet enough, and he's smokin hot, but would it feel right if I called him oppa?

I guess it would, I mean, I only think of him as my friend, who's also my mission partner. Besides, he's nice enough and even though we only just met, I think I can deal with calling him oppa.

“Okay” I agreed.

Silence.

Awkwarrrrd....

“Ahem. Your supposed to call me oppa now” Joon said in an akward voice.

Oh right. So that's what you do when people ask you to call them oppa. You have to try it straight after. Gottit.

“Joon oppa, your wig's falling off” I joked.

That's not the funny part. The funny part is his reaction.

I was only expecting him to stick his tongue out at me and laugh it off, cos ya know, I was just joking... but he...

Look like he was dying and at the speed of light he put his hands on his head to check that his hair is still there! He then sighed in relief and calmed down from his temporary heart attack.

BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

I must have laughed out loud, cos he scratched his head awkwardly and gave a little forced smile.

Dayum, that's one funny dude.

“Joon oppa-ya, why did you even bother checking? SO YOUR HAIR IS ACTUALLY A WIG???!” I yelled although I already knew it wasn't true.

“WHAAA?!” Joon gasped and stepped back, at the same time protecting his hair with his hands.

Man this guy is fun to tease.

I ran at him, arms grabbing at his hair.

MWAHAHAHHA. My pro skills.

I got a bunchful of his hair and pulled.

“YAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! _________!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY HAIR IS REAL MY HAIR IS REAL!!! OMMA!!! SAVE ME!!!”

I playfully let go of his hair.

BAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

“Come on Joon-oppa, why don't we go for a walk?” I stuck my tongue out at him.