Prompt:

You find a random number on your phone that you can't recognize. You can't remember saving that number or why it's in your phone or whose it is. One day, you decide to call that number and surprisingly, a K-Pop Idol picks up the phone.

How did you end up with their number and what happens next?

Write a short story based on this with your own title.

Final Word Count: 3388

Genre: General Fanfic

POV: First Person

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Summary:

Clandestine Agent Eviana Huntington is on a vacation from the CIA. She is sitting at home, enjoying her nice short break with her dog-pal, Mochi and scrolling through her cell phone, when she spots an unknown number out of Korea.

Confused, she can't recall saving that number or why it's in her phone or even whose it is. But, curiosity gets the best of her, so she dials the unfamiliar digits. She learns that it belongs to the leader of a popular K-Pop group with Japanese roots known as J'TASK, Kim Maknae or "Astro."

But what does he want?

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Eviana

The sun's rays shoot through the glass windows, warming the interior with natural radiance. Though I know that outside it is bitterly cold. I'm sitting on the couch in my Denver, Colorado home with a blanket over my legs, coffee in one hand and my phone in the other. Mochi, my pet golden retriever, is curled up to my side, his head resting on my thigh and his big brown eyes turned up to look at me.

Ah, vacation...

"Oh, come on now, don't give me those puppy dog eyes," I mutter, glancing down at him.

Mochi huffs dramatically.

I haven't even taken my eyes off of my phone for more than a minute, when I can feel the vibration of an incoming call. Then I hear the familiar opening few musical bars of the James Bond theme song. Classic. My screen then lights up with the incoming call from an unknown number that is certainly not American-based.

Being in the CIA, I actually know a lot of the area codes of numbers by heart now. Though the caller ID of the cell phone also showcases the location of the ten digits. Which tells me all I need to know about where the number comes from.

But why is a random Korean number calling me?

The phone rings on as I study it. Curiosity gets the better of me, however, as I answer it on the six ring. "Hello, this is Agent Eviana Huntington of the CIA."

Mochi sits up straight.

"Hi, Agent Huntington, this is Kim Maknae, leader of the popular K-Pop group known as, J'TASK and, well, my friends and I need your help with something," the voice on the other end says.

"MY STRAWBERRIES!!!" a voice, full of anguish and sorrow, cries out in the background of the call.

"MY TANGERINES!!" another voice grumbles afterward.

The first voice belonging to Kim Maknae sighs.

"How'd you get my phone number?" I demand, startling Mochi to sit up with his head cocked to one side.

"An anonymous source gave us your number. He said he'd also given you our main manager's number in return. But anyway, he said that you're one of the best clandestine agents in the business and we could really use your help!"

"Astro-hyung, tell her about my missing jams!" another voice, this one sort of high-pitched and whiny, says.

"I'm getting there, Jimin-ssi!" Astro hisses to him. "Will all of you please stop and calm the frick down!"

"I am very talented and sought after I suppose in terms of field agents. What is the problem?" I indulge with a sigh. So much for a vacation...but there is just something in this man's voice that makes me want to stop and help him out.

"Someone has stolen JT's strawberries, Suga's tangerines and Jimin's jams. Thankfully, they haven't messed with our Maknae's banana milk yet, but I'm scared that they will. And Kookie, he's not going to take that lightly," Astro says, '' Have you ever witnessed a baby throwing a tantrum?"

"Mmm," I reply, unable to find any words.

"Imagine a grown man, about eighteen-years-old, doing that?" Astro finishes the question. "It's not pretty. And we have a concert in less than 48-hours! Please! Please, help us out!"

There's an awkward pause full of silence.

"Please, Agent Huntington," the voice belonging to Jimin pleads into the speaker.

I blink in shock. He sounds so convincing...so distressed...they all do...I have to help them. I have to!

Then I gradually frown. "Who exactly are you? I'm going to need details and information here, Mister."

"Please, call me Astro."

"Alright, Astro, I was on a short vacation, but I guess your words and request have spoken to me. I'm not sure why, but listening to how distressed you are, I really want to help. I'm willing to forego my vacation and get to work, but I do need some details. So, let's start off with a 'where are you?' That way I can come and meet up with you."

"Well, location came through on the phone, didn't it? We're in Busan, South Korea. My band and I are on a tour here. Just mention J'TASK and you'll find us right away!" Astro says, energetically. "Thank you so much!!"

I roll my eyes, smiling slightly. A trip to Busan to solve a crime OR sit here bored, scrolling through my phone? I'd chose to go to Busan anyday over sitting around, bored out of my mind.

"You're welcome," I respond. "Give me about twenty hours via a private jet and I'll be in Busan to hear more."

Mochi barks.

"Oh, and my dog-sidekick, Mochi, is going to accompany me as well."

"PUPPY!!" Jimin's voice screams on the other end. "YES!!! PUPPY IS ALWAYS WELCOME!"

I chuckle as we all exchange good-byes with one another and hang up. Now, time to head to the airport and contact my private jet service.

About twenty-four hours later, I walk into the Busan stadium set-up, where five men are busy practicing choreography. K-Pop. I can see the complex stage decor, including a giant tiger head with its jaws wide open. Two beady red eyes shimmer and a staircase runs down the center of it.

"Alright, I'm here," I say, walking toward them.

There's one with wavy jet black hair that walks towards me. "Thank you again, Agent Huntington for agreeing to help us out. I'm Kim Maknae, or Astro, the one you spoke with. I'm also the leader of this popular group of men."

A purple-haired man with a set of bunny-like teeth smiles and waves at me. A bright blue-haired man with his lips pursed together shoots me a sultry wink. A man with silvery-tinted brown hair has his hands on his hips and is looking at each of his fellow bandmates with a mischievous smirk on his face. And the last person is a dusty-brown-haired man with a white strip of cloth material wrapped around his head. He has his arms folded across his chest with his lips pursed into a calm frown.

"Agent Huntington, these are the other members of J'TASK. The one who's gotten his strawberries stolen is Jung Taehyung--" Astro says, gesturing behind him toward the four other men. He starts with the blue-haired one.

"--JT or International Pretty Boy," JT states. "You can call me either of those." He lifts his hand up to his lips and thrusts it out before him, blowing an air kiss to the imaginary audience. "And yes, I love my strawberries."

"And the tangerine-lover, Mr. Min Soojin," Astro says, gesturing to the dusty-brown haired man with the bandana.

"You can call me Suga, that's my stage name for Taskers," Suga grumbles, keeping his arms folded.

"Yes, Suga and JT," Astro grumbles, before continuing on to the man with the purple-hair. "This is Jeon Seok-guk or Kookie, the maknae of the group. Maknae, meaning youngest, like how hyung is oldest."

Kookie keeps smiling and claps his hands.

"He likes to smile," Astro whispers to me.

"And I'm Jimin Bakjin," Jimin states, running one of his hands through his silvery-tinted brown hair locks. "I like puppies!" His eyes shoot to Mochi and he scurries over like a little kid and drops down to give all his attention and pets to the dog.

Mochi's tail wags and he licks Jimin's face over and over again.

I clasp my hands together with a mighty slapping noise as I look at each of them. "Alright, members of J'TASK, I'm Agent Eviana Huntington, Denver's greatest field clandestine agent and I WILL find out who stole these items of yours and why. And I WILL get them back! Mochi and I never fail!"

"Jimin-ssi and dogs again..." Suga grumbles with a roll of his eyes.

But where do I start?!

"So, I need to know a bit more before I start searching, you know," I say. "I need a complete run-down of staff and since we're dealing with food here, caterers are a necessity to know. Maybe any anti-fans or enemies that you guys have...? Also, I'm going to need times and locations. So, like when did the food start vanishing and where?"

Astro nods his head in understanding.

"Jiminie oversaw one time," Kookie remarks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Jimin looks up from Mochi, still running his hand up and down the back of the dog's pelt. "Oh, yeah, I did! We were getting set up and I was adjusting my microphone, when someone, dressed in all-black, came in and pulled out the cart full of strawberries. When JT walked in, he accused me of eating them all and we got in a huge argument."

JT nods. "Yeah, you say that it was this stranger who took them, but you were in there and then they magically vanished and I know you like to steal a few of my specialty strawberries."

"Probably did it to my tangerines too," Suga grumbles.

"Cough up where you hid them, Jimin!" Suga and JT snarl in unison.

Mochi growls at them, protecting Jimin (his new friend).

"A dog protecting you, how cute?" JT growls.

"JT! Suga! Jimin! Stop it!" Astro screams, while I throw my hand out at Mochi.

"I believe Jimin, and Mochi seems to too. Are there any camera feeds that I can see?"

Astro shakes his head. "Conveniently placed away from the food area, I'm afraid."

I put my hands on my hips and look at the leader of the group. "Well, someone take me to the area where the food is. Astro, get me some names of staff and suspects and do NOT put Jimin on there."

Astro nods at me. "I think Jimin and the boys can show you, without fighting."

Jimin gets to his feet and brushes golden fur off of his plain black t-shirt and jeans. "I am more than capable of doing that, Astro-hyung."

"Same," JT and Suga say in unison, shooting glares at Jimin.

Kookie claps his hands. "Yay, snack time!"

The five of us walk off the stage, strolling to one side of the giant tiger prop. We enter the backstage area that is decked out in a style similar to a five-star hotel suite. And there is one corner, where a table sits empty. Beside it is another long table with various crackers and stuff. And an ice bowl with drinks in it, including--

"BANANA MILK!!" Kookie screams and races over to it.

"Lucky maknae..." Suga grumbles.

"Wait, a sec, Kookie's the only one who has something," JT gasps. "It's the innocent maknae who stole the strawberries, tangerines and Jimin's jams!"

Kookie spins around from the table with the ice bowl, the banana milk straw in his mouth.

"It's not Kookie OR Jimin OR anyone in this room," I remark, mocking a detective as I drop down and peer under the empty table. I reach under and pull out a strip of yellow-lemon hair. "Who has yellow hair?"

Suga and JT share a look and then look at Jimin, who's frozen in place. Mochi is at his heels, looking up at him.

Jimin suddenly swallows hard. "Um...someone from a group known as The Metallic Five. His name is Choi Joo-won, a native from Incheon, South Korea. He kind of, well, he dislikes Japanese artists (that is, Japanese artists in K-Pop). He thinks that K-Pop should only have Koreans in it."

JT nods, rubbing his arm. "He punched Jimin-ssi in the face a few weeks ago, calling him ugly and used a not-so-very-nice word for a Japanese man." He shudders at the memory. "Luckily, Jimin was okay and able to perform."

I look from JT to Jimin. "So, this Choi Joo-won, I'm going to pay him a visit and I highly doubt he's going to like me, an American, very much either. But I betcha he won't punch me in the face."

Jimin's face brightens up. "Oh, this I have to see!"

"Me too!" Suga grumbles.

JT nods his head.

"When Astro gets here, I'll ask him if any of the staff can confirm his whereabouts from a picture. I'm sure he's online so getting a visual won't be too hard." I say this as I pull my phone out and begin to research images of Choi Joo-won.

"He calls himself Globally Gorgeous, but I'm the ONLY International Pretty Boy!" JT growls out. "And he will regret the day he messed with my band!"

I turn my phone around. "This him?"

There is a picture of a scowling, stern-faced man with bright yellow hair like a lemon. He's got on stage makeup that includes a scar seering across his cheek. He's also wearing some weird kind of black outfit.

"That's him!" Jimin says, putting his hands back on his hips.

Astro bursts into the room with three people following him. One is a small petite female, one is a man with an apron on and the third and final one is a tall older man. I recognize him as the manager for Harmony Records. J'TASK's manager, Kang Si-hwa. The other two, I'm guessing have to do with catering.

"Agent Huntington," Kang Si-hwa greets. "Thank you for agreeing to help my boys out. Astro explained everything and these are our normal caterers, the people behind the snacks and refreshments. Please, let me know if you need anything else."

I look at the older man. "I think I'm almost set and finished with this mystery actually. But," I turn to look at the small female and the male wearing the apron. "Can you confirm this as the man who has been sneaking around?"

I show them the image of Joo-won.

The female gasps and points.

The male nods and in broken English, he says, "Yes, yes. Him. I remember him. He ask me about where we get the jams from."

"MY jams," Jimin exclaims.

Kookie sucks out the last of his milk and throws his box away. "Ah, refreshing."

"So you confirm that Joo-won was here and had yellow hair?" I question.

"Yes, that is correct."

I nod and look at Kang Si-hwa, the manager. "I'm done. I'd like to pay a visit to Choi Joo-won of The Metallic Five now. I think I've solved the mystery of who stole JT's strawberries, Suga's tangerines and Jimin's jams."

"I should have known that Japanese-hating jerkface was behind this," Kang Si-hwa says with a shake of his head. "Jin-young won't like it, but his precious lead rapper needs to pay for trying to sabotage MY band. And I wouldn't put it past him to target Kookie's banana milk soon either."

"MY BANANA MILK!! NO!!!" Kookie screams and grabs as many as he can, plucking them from the ice bowl and gathering them into his arms as ice and water drip off them to the floor.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Relax, Kookie, no one's taking your banana milks!"

Two more hours later, I'm standing with the entire J'TASK posse at the foot of the stairs to a giant dark-tinted skyscraper with a huge blood red sign that reads, "JY Entertainment." Home of Jin-young Entertainment, the company that owns the rights for the less-than-successful K-Pop group known as The Metallic Five.

"Give me some background on this Choi Joo-won. Why does he hate Japanese-born K-Poppers?" I question the leader, Astro as we enter the clean and sinister-looking lobby of the building. It looks dark, with the help of the shaded tint on the windows and it just gives off an evil feeling, like a villain's lair.

"Well, he's born Chinese..." Jimin pipes up, sticking close to JT. "I think that's all you really need to know."

"Just because someone is Chinese-Korean and in K-Pop, doesn't mean they dislike Japanese K-Poppers," I say, looking around me and leading the group through the lobby to where a series of hallways branch off.

"This place always scares me," Kookie mutters, nervously looking around with huge brown eyes.

"Oh, yeah, JY tried to bribe Kookie to join a group, before he signed on with Harmony Records and became a member of J'TASK," JT explains.

"I swear when I see that prick eating my tangerines..." Suga grumbles as we launch down one of the hallways with a cafeteria sign in Korean next to it.

"Easy, Shugaya," Jimin chuckles. "Maybe he's innocent and he was put up to it. Or maybe he didn't even do anything..." He trails off rather abruptly and with a loud gasp as we walk into the cafeteria room.

"Jiminie, always the optimist," a youthful-looking man with long dark hair and red tips sits in a chair. He is teasing a strawberry across his bright red lips and into his mouth. A smirk forms at the corner of his mouth. He has thick black eyeliner outlining dark eyes. "Welcome to my humble abode, you talentless gaijins."

"Who are you calling a talentless outsider?!" Suga growls, taking a few steps forward.

He is halted by Astro.

This cocky jerk must be Choi Joo-won. Then, I notice the fruit cart to his side, as well as a bunch of flavored jams, including grape, a Korean fruit and peach. Yeah, he stole J'TASK's catering...

"Choi Joo-won." I step forward and, as he reaches for another strawberry in a controlling, cocksure way, I suddenly unleash my hand out. I smack the fruit to the ground, hearing JT gasp with shock and horror somewhere behind me.

Joo-won turns to me, smirking and not at all bothered by my action. "That's my name, please don't wear it out. What would you like, sweetheart? You want my autograph on your boobs?"

I frown and lean down to his face.

"Oh, a kiss?" Joo-won chuckles. He then closes his eyes and puckers his lips.

I stop before him and snarl, "Not in your life. I want you to return the strawberries, tangerines and jams to my friends or, I will kiss you. I'm not sure you understand the issues of me kissing you, it's not going to be good. Not for a K-Pop idol."

His eyes snap open and his lips slowly pull into a frown. "You drive a hard bargain here."

"Oh, and, let me add that I'll let Suga toss you around for a good hour." I step back and glance at Suga.

Suga pounds a fist into his other hand.

"Your choice."

Joo-won grumbles and gets up to his feet. "Fine. Take your stupid foods." He gestures with a reluctant and half-energized motion to his side. "And do it quickly before I change my mind."

Kookie, JT, Jimin and Astro rush forward and grab the cart with all their food on it and begin to pull it out of the room with teamwork. Suga remains, his eyes narrowed and a frown on his face.

"So, why did you take them?" I question, putting my hands on my hips and staring down the thief of The Metallic Five.

"Because I hate them and I'm jealous, why else? I'm not going to sugarcoat my reasons. And I don't understand why you care to even help them out. They're an absolute disgrace to K-Pop."

"Actually," JT says. "That's you."

Whatever you say, Joo-won...

I turn around, my threat is made and things are under control. I don't see Suga until it's too late. Out of his pent-up anger, the fiery little rapper charges at Joo-won and tackles him,