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| Chapter Fourteen |
[13k words]
gif banner © simpforleovaldez
TRIGGER WARNING:
Some descriptions of blood/gore. 

(A/N: Other than that, IM SCREAMING AND BLUSHINGWTFHSKSND but this chapter feels like the calm before the storm or whatever? I hope it's still enjoyable.)

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"What's funny?" she asked, glaring at him who was tied in his airplane seat pitifully.

"You letting an enemy be so close to your brother."

"What do you mean?" she scoffed, approaching Sungmin temperamentally, and it was already activating his incessant senses to yell again. She grabbed him harshly by his collars, "What do you mean by that?"

"Calm down." Seojoon sighed softly and she just ignored him. Her colleagues were pensive and busy as though they were looking into something per Sungmin's bullcrap.

Soyun turned back to toss him back into his seat, "You know, I don't know what you're implying over here but I know if an enemy was so close, they would've gotten rid of my brother while he was asleep."

"Oh, whatever." he groaned, "Just throw me off the plane. I'd rather die!"

"Can someone please put that guy to sleep?" Seojoon spat, getting up and she just frowned at how occupied they all were; what was going on?

"I volunteer —"

"Someone else, not you preferably." sighed the older man beside Dohyeong and she just pursed her lips obediently, holding herself back.

"But where are you heading to? Yah, Seojoon!" she shouted after him but Seojoon was in a hurry to leave, so she assumed he went to take something from his bags. She bent slightly with her grouped colleagues to see what they were onto and Dohyeong finally turned to her.

"Is this even real —?"

She just spoke over her other colleague, "So what's happening?"

"It says that the bank account's address matches someone we know."

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