Savage Duo; the spies in disguise

chapter 2: wish i could tell you

Y/n's pov
- I and yoongi were at the mall, buying clothes to blend in between the students. Whatever it was, but we knew we had to be really careful with Jake since he was a spy himself.
- we walked into a clothing store and I made my way straight to the black clothes. I picked out one oversized hoodie and was checking it out when it went flying away from my grip.
- “try some other colors today” yoongi reasoned and hanged it back on its spot. I told him he shouldn't poke his nose in my business but he didn't seem to mind much and dragged me
with him.
- I shooted daggers at him but stopped when I noticed he was holding my hand, my wrist to be precise, wondering how must it feel.

How soft is his hand? How tight is he holding it?

- I knew nothing, I couldn't feel it.
- that's what I am going through, I've lost my 2 senses of organs, I couldn't taste or feel anything, and that made me feel even more pathetic. I remembered how Mr. Han told me that love could be its cure but how?
- I need to open up for it, but I can't seem to share my past with anyone, I don't want them to know how pathetic I am. And loving someone was way far, they would leave me the moment I would reveal about my condition. Not like I had tried dating someone, but I just knew.

Do you think of yourself as some kind of fortune-teller?

- my conscience deadpanned and before I could come up with a savage reply I was snapped out by yoongi calling my name. “Y/N? This is like the 5th time I'm calling you, it looked as if your soul left your body”
- I told him to shut up and looked around to see he bought me
to a clothing section, a very colorful one. The clothes were pretty good but I doubted that I'd be able to pull them off.
- I looked at all the clothes, confused.

Which one would suit me better?

- Just as if yoongi had read my mind, he picked out a blue oversized sweatshirt, which was ripped near the shoulders, and told me to try it out with a pair of shorts.
- “No fucking way I'm wearing that, I don't like it” I weaved my arms to my chest and turned around. He told me to keep quiet and try it out. I would have retorted but I don't know why a single word didn't come out of my mouth and I quietly went to the dressing room.
- As I was about to get out of my crop top I noticed something strange in the changing room. I zoomed closer to it and a shocked gasp escaped my mouth. I took out my phone and turned on the flash to confirm my doubt and I was right.
- There was a mini camera in the changing room. I was fuming, I could feel the smoke coming out from my ears.
- These were just some small benefits of being a spy, you could spot the smallest details that other people hardly could.
- Without changing, I plucked out the tiny camera and stormed out, a series of beautiful curses flowing out of my lips.
- yoongi gave me a confused look but I ignored him and went to the receptionist. “where is the owner of this mother fucking store” I said, but it came out rather cold than loud. I didn't intend to scare them like that, that's just how I talk.
- I saw the receptionist gulp probably because of my expressions. “im sorry ma'am he doe-”
- “call that bastard or I'm calling the cops”
- “calm down ma'am, can you tell me what happened?”
- I told her to just follow what I said as she quickly called someone on the landline.
- The other employees gathered around and looked like they were going to faint anytime. I wasn't sure if it was actually because of me shooting daggers at them.

Bitch of course it's because of you, they're worried about being fired unlike you.

- I rolled my eyes at my conscience and was already plotting to bury it alive but realised there wasn't a way to do so without harming myself.
- Yoongi rushed to me and asked what happened and I just opened my fists to show him the camera. He was smart enough to sum up the situation.
- “did you find it in the changing room?” I had a shiver run down my spine at his now cold voice. This tone of his always had me weak.