Trust Fall

Eight

Minho's pov

Around three hours have passed, but Dr. Becquer has fallen asleep on the bed without removing her shoes. I really should let her sleep since I brought her here before she could.

Unfortunately, I have other plans as I leans against the wall of her room, arms crossed as I look at her sleeping form.

The look on my face must be slightly annoyed, my eyebrows are knit together with a visible scowl. But then I see the way she clutches one of the pillows tightly, hugging it like a safety blanket and her usual glare of displeasure replaced with a more relaxed expression, my expression softens in the slightest.

At least... until I clears my throat and returns to a more stoic look.

"Dr. Becquer."

She remains still, sleep clearly haven taken over her entire body. I sighs in exasperation, unfolding my arms as I slowly walks over to her. The bed dip as I reluctantly sit next to her sleeping form, much too lost in dreamland.

I lift a hand to her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. "Dr. Becquer." I repeat.

She mumbles something incoherent, slowly peeling her eyes open. As soon as her gaze lands on me, an alarmed look passes on her face and she abruptly makes a move to slap me. I easily catch her wrist, I try to keep my grip gentle despite the hard expression on my face.

Dr. Becquer narrows her eyes upon registering that it was me. "I forgot I was still here..." She mumbles.

"Dr. Becquer," I start with a levelled voice, "I'm going to take you to the labs."

She slowly sits up, fixing her unruly bed hair; she seems much too annoyed to notice the amused look on my face. "I honestly find it unsettling that you or any agent can just enter my room on a whim...without my permission or knowledge." She says once she's fixed her messy hair, tone accusatory.

I raise an eyebrow in protest, "I'm not going to do anything, Dr. Becquer."

"You can never be too sure." She says defensively, crossing her arms, "I'm on the losing end here. Am I the only one who thinks it's...creepy?"

"If I were going to do anything to you, I would have done it when I came to your house." I smirk boldly, "Besides, I'm not that kind of person. I have no interest in you, trust me. I'm just doing my job."

She looks at me with a mysterious look in her eyes. I can't quite decipher what she is intending to convey, so I only tilt my head in response. For a moment, the two of us are just staring at each other, eyes connected like magnets that refuse to be pulled apart. It's like I'm trying to get my words across through my gaze, but her own gaze is adamant in blocking me out.

When I see her eyes waver at last, pupils shaking in the slightest before breaking eye contact, I sigh. My facial features are still kept dull, but I feel there's a softer light to my voice as I speak up, "Your biometrics haven't been registered. That's why I'm taking you to the lab. Once your data has been registered, only you will have the 'key' or access to your room."

The doctor hums gloomily, shrugging her shoulders, "Alright."

I stand up from her bed, gesturing for her to hurry up. She stands as well, straightening out her clothes. "Let's go." She tells me, about to take a step past me.

I gently takes hold of her upper arm, pulling her back. She protests with a quick "hey" before ultimately keep her lips in a tight line, eyes wide and shutting up especially when she realised that I'm reaching up to flatten some of the unruly hair she hasn't gotten to fix.

Just as quick as I does it, I am also quick to retract my hand and raise an eyebrow at her, "You can't march into the labs looking like a lab rat yourself." I say nonchalantly.

Dr. Becquer glares, huffing a deep breath as she points a finger at me, "I'll turn you into a lab rat, Agent Lee."

"How fun." I muse, turning on my heels to walk towards the door, "Come along, Dr. Becquer."

I hear her groan to herself as she moves to follow me. I let her go out the door ahead before following behind, closing the door gently.