violent delights, bangtan

11. can you keep a secret?

You lean in, your curiosity piqued by Isra's hesitation. "Well, are you going to tell me?"

Isra glances around nervously, her voice lowering to a whisper. "Y/N, I really shouldn't be telling you this."

"Please, just tell me. You've made me so curious now," you plead, unable to contain your anticipation.

Isra sighs, her resolve crumbling under your persistence. "All seven of them were involved in some sort of murder, maybe even murders. They were taken to court but managed to deceive the judges and make them believe they had disorders."

You feel a chill run down your spine as you process her words. "I don't think it's true; it's just a lie so they don't go to jail. Apparently, they're hella rich as well," Isra continues.

"But... they all seem so sweet," you protest, thinking back to your interactions with the boys.

"Yeah, for now. Why do you think we have volunteers?" Isra asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh... because you need the help?" you suggest, though your confidence wavers.

"No, well, kind of, but because they managed to scare off any of the workers that worked for them."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "What? How?"

"God knows. None of the volunteers last more than two weeks with those boys." Isra explains, her tone grave.

"Well... does anybody else know how then?" you ask, desperation seeping into your voice.

"Obviously. I don't work with them, so I don't know every detail. Dr. Han knows though." she starts, "And anyway, it's just a silly little rumour."

The end of your break looms, and you exchange numbers with Isra, grateful to have made a friend despite the unsettling revelations. You part ways, your mind swirling with questions and unease.

During lunch break, V slips into the janitor's closet, waiting impatiently for Bora. A few minutes later, she arrives, greeting him with a wary smile.

Wasting no time, V, who was leaning against the wall, gestures for Bora to come closer. She complies, stepping towards him. "I need you to do something for me," he says, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. She looks up at him, confused.

"What's that?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

In a swift motion, V switches their positions, pressing her against the wall. "You have a spare key, don't you?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against her neck.

"Yes, why?" Bora replies, her breath hitching as he kisses her neck.

"I need you to get it for me," he demands, his mouth moving to hers, his hand softly wrapping around her neck.

"V, you know I can't do that again. I could get in a lot of trouble," she protests, but his grip tightens.

His eyes darken as he pulls back, his hand still at her throat. "Seriously, Bora. I've gotten into so much trouble for you, and you can't do this small thing for me?"

"Stop, you're hurting me," she gasps, her hands clawing at his in a desperate attempt to breathe.

V slams her against the wall, her struggles intensifying. "Will you listen to me now?" he growls.

Bora nods frantically, managing to mutter a weak "yes." He loosens his grip, and she heaves a breath, relief flooding her features.

"Good girl. And also, do you have anything on that new girl, Y/N?" His hand reaches for her face, caressing her cheek with a twisted semblance of tenderness.

"V—" she tries to speak, but he interrupts her, pressing a finger to her lips.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Bora," he whispers, his eyes boring into hers with a cold intensity. "Just do as I say."

She nods again, her fear palpable as she agrees to his demands, knowing she has little choice in the matter.

"Bring me everything you know about her."
he once again brought his lips back down to her neck, grazing his teeth against her nape, a light gasp escaping her mouth as he does so.

"I could get in a lot of trouble.." Bora tries to reason with him, but with V there is no reasoning; there's just listening.

He tugged at her shirt, successfully pulling it down and kissing further down her body.

"You'll get in even more trouble with me if you don't listen."

"But, why?"

"Don't ask me questions, Bora." V stands up straight, suddenly changing his demeanour completely. "You know what to do, right?" He finishes, lifting her shirt up and fixing his hair that had managed to become disheveled with how Bora was gripping onto it.

"You're just gonna leave me like this?" she questions, exasperated.

"Aw, did you want more?" Pouting, he brings his hand up to twirl a couple strands of her hair around his finger before tugging harshly, "You'll get what you want when you finally listen."

And with that, he backed away and left the room, leaving Bora alone with her thoughts.

authors note, chapter eleven
short chapter but it's only a filler lol be ready for the next one ;)