Fearless (Hyunjin Centric)

Chapter Six: Questioning (my life choices)

The concrete room- most likely used for questioning- was rather dull. Nothing decorated the space other than a worn down wooden chair and a steel table. A nicer chair was placed on the other side of the table, most likely for whoever was in charge of questioning. The room had no windows and only one door, and the floor and walls were made from the same rough concrete.

As expected from a room made of concrete, it was rather cold. The same issue I had earlier tonight arose again, and I curse myself for not wearing something warmer then a black turtleneck as my arms began to get goose bumps.

Around twenty minutes have passed since I was brought here, but that's based solely on my own estimation as no clock was placed in the room. My arms were getting sore from having them cuffed to the table, and though it's unnecessary in this case, I don't blame them for being cautious. I would be less bothered by it if my nose wasn't itching.

"For fucks sake." I mutter, trying to rub my nose against my arm to get rid of the itch. It didn't do much other then give me a twinge in my neck, and my desperation to get rid of whatever hair or piece of dust was itching me led to me blowing air towards my nose.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I stop my antics and look up, only then realizing that someone had entered the room and was now seated across from me. How did I not hear them? I sit up again and face them, matching there relaxed posture. He raises a brow at my calmness, probably thinking I'm an idiot who doesn't know what position they're in.

"My nose itches." Was the only reply I offered and he sighed. He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and reached over to unlock the cuffs. He must have seen my confused expression as he decided to explain while working the key. "There were cameras at the back of the club to prevent robberies. The recording of tonight matched your description of the events. Besides, based on the fact that you had to talk your way out suggests I could easily fight you off."

He leans back in his chair to regard me once my hands were released, and I rest my cheek on my left palm. I smile at him teasingly. "Perhaps I just don't like fighting when I'm smart enough to trick them?" I suggest, and he finally changes his facial expression from a stone cold glare for the first time since he's entered the room. I'm a little annoyed the expression he chooses is a cocky smirk though.

"Alright, let's say you manage to beat me. Then you still have to get past the locked door and all our other members. How do you plan on doing that?" He inquires, clearly expecting this to intimidate me. How should I go about this? Should I be honest? I could tell him exactly how I would escape, which would show I actually have no intention to try it. That could help build trust, and I already have a good chance of making a good enough impression that they release me.

He seems to be in a more teasing mood then a mood to intimidate, which could be the result that they now have proof I saved one of their members. I also came here willingly. If needed I could get myself out of this situation, but that would just make them chase me down later on, and I don't want to be constantly looking over my shoulder. Not that I'm not already seeing as I used Fly Trap's name. Besides, I'm rather fond of Jeongin and I don't want to lose him because of this. So the best option is to get on their good side and prove I'm trust worthy enough to release.

They may know I didn't hurt Jeongin, but I'm not in the clear yet. They still have to figure out how I became friends with him, how I knew about him being in a vigilante group, and what I said to get us away from those idiots earlier tonight.

I don't have to worry about him being able to tell I'm lying if I decide to. Most of the signs of lying are caused by the fear of being caught. The sweaty palms, the heightened heart rate, the flickering of eye contact. All the other signs I've studied enough to identify and avoid doing myself.