violent delights, bangtan

13. debrief

As you make your way down the long, dimly lit corridor, the feeling of unease lingers in the pit of your stomach. Something about this place feels off, like there's more hidden beneath the surface than anyone is willing to admit. The files, the ripped-out pages, the cryptic notes—they keep replaying in your mind as you head back to your assigned area. You don't realize that as you walk away, someone else is watching your every move.

Bora, standing in the shadows near the filing room, waits until you're out of sight before slipping back inside. Her eyes scan the room, settling on the cabinet you'd left open. She pulls the drawer out again, her fingers tracing the files, and then she stops. Her lips curl into a sly smile as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small envelope. Inside are papers—freshly printed, neatly organized.

She glances over her shoulder to ensure no one is watching before taking the envelope and heading down a separate hallway. Her heels click against the cold floor, the sound echoing ominously through the empty space. Bora knows exactly where she's going. It's a path she's walked many times before.

She stops outside a door marked "Kim Taehyung," her fingers tapping lightly against the wood before pushing it open without hesitation.

The room is dark except for a small lamp that casts a soft glow over the figure sitting on the edge of the bed. Kim Taehyung—V—sits there, his posture relaxed, one leg crossed over the other as he gazes out the window. He turns his head slightly at the sound of the door opening, his eyes narrowing in recognition when he sees Bora.

"You're late," he says, his deep voice carrying a dangerous edge.

Bora rolls her eyes but steps further into the room, holding out the envelope. "I had some things to take care of," she says, her voice dripping with nonchalance.

Taehyung's gaze drops to the envelope. He reaches out, taking it from her without a word. He pulls out the papers inside, his expression unreadable as his eyes skim over the information.

Your name is the first thing he sees: Y/N.

Age: 26. Family: None listed in the immediate vicinity. Occupation: Volunteer nurse. Duration of stay: Six months.

There are additional details—your qualifications, your previous experience at another hospital, your background. Everything about you is laid bare on those sheets of paper.

As he continues to read, a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "So... this is her," he mutters under his breath, almost to himself. His eyes linger on a section describing your quiet demeanor, your tendency to keep to yourself. It's ironic, really. Here you are, innocent and naive, wandering into a place like this, completely unaware of the web you've walked into.

Bora folds her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "She's asking too many questions," she says flatly. "She was poking around the files today. I thought you should know."

Taehyung chuckles darkly, folding the papers neatly before tucking them back into the envelope. He places it on the nightstand next to him, his fingers lingering on the edges for a moment.

"Let her," he says, his voice smooth, calculated. "The more curious she gets, the more she'll find herself tangled in this mess. And when that happens..." He trails off, his eyes flickering with something dangerous.

Bora watches him carefully, sensing the shift in his mood. "What do you want me to do with her?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Taehyung stands up slowly, his tall frame casting a shadow across the room. He walks over to the window, looking out at the dark, foreboding grounds of the asylum.

"Nothing. Not yet," he says after a pause. "We'll keep her close. She's useful for now. But when the time comes..." He turns back toward Bora, his eyes sharp and cold. "We'll make sure she never leaves."