"Clean up to Agents 322 and 366," The man who had killed Chris said down a small earpiece looking over at you with a small smirk on his face,
"What a curious little kitten," Hyunjin purred in your ear as he ran his fingers up and down your cheek making you shiver,
"Curiosity Killed The Cat you know," Minho chuckled as he looked over at you from his phone.
"I'll ask you once, and only once." Minho lowered himself to your level, looking you in the eyes.
"Do you know who he's working with? Your friend maybe? Could she have known what he was planning?" A scream rose up in your throat as you watched the blood pooling onto the floor, running along to Mino's shoes as he stood there.
"Del. S-She wouldn't have know...I don't think," You looked back at Minho, the gut feeling inside of you seemed to subside as you looked at him and Hyunjin who was now standing in front of you.
"You don't seem scared that we just killed your friend?" Hyunjin questioned looking from the body and back to you, your eyes get dancing to and from Chris , half expecting him to jump up and have this be some kind of joke.
"A friend? I didn't know him and he did nothing but belittle me...What was it you said about a bomb?" Curiosity began to build in Minho as he watched you, there wasn't even an ounce of fear towards them from you.
"Have you heard of the Chameleon?" The realization hit you as you stared at Chris.
"He fits the MO." You mumbled shocking Hyunjin who just seemed to stare at you in disbelief.
"You're training to be in the forces?" Minho asked as he laid a garden sheet over the body, your eyes staring back at him this time.
"My father was an FBI agent, I know some things...I know you're not FBI." A smirk plastered across hyunjin's lips as he watched you and Minho interacting the way you were. It was the first time he'd ever seen Minho act so casually with someone in months, not to mention he seemed laid back.
"How do you know that?" Hyunjin quizzed looking over at you as he folded his arms over his chest.
"For starters, neither of you have a badge otherwise you would have shown me by now, your guns aren't standard issue for agents...So you're hitmen...That or random psychopaths." Minho blinked at you before standing up straight when he heard a knock on the door.
"Clean up crew," Minho pulled the door open and ushered you out with hyunjin on your other side.
"Do you need help with her?" A female voice asked as you turned your whole body to see a female staring at you.
"No thanks, you go and clean up. We'll take her home." Your eyes shot up to the one with the long hair, hyunjin , and you frowned.
"We'll make sure you get home safe," Minho added when he could see how confused you were
Leading you over to their car you stared at it, it was the same car that had been following you earlier.
"You followed me here," The back door opened and you crawled inside, looking around at all of the empty food packets.
"Ignore the mess, we were on a stakeout," hyunjin chuckled as he got into the front passenger seat and glanced back at you.
"I'm hyunjin and this is Minho," He shook your hand and you felt a spark ignite inside of you. The way his hand fit around yours made you shiver a little,
"Look at that, someone liked your touch jinie." Your eyes shot to Minho started up the car and smirked at you through the small review mirror.
"Give us your address kitten," The small nickname made you clench your thighs as you could feel an aerosol building. After giving them your dorm address you began trying to pull yourself back together, you'd just watch them kill someone and yet you were getting wet at the thought of them calling you kitten. The fucks wrong with you. It didn't help that they were insanely attractive, hyunjin's muscles could be seen through the thin white shirt he was wearing and Minho's ass looked like he worked out an awful lot. You blinked, ignoring the growing wetness that was pooling between your legs.
"Look at that, we haven't said one suggestive comment and you're squeezing your little thighs together," Minho chuckled as he reached a red light, turning to look at you from the front seat and licking his lips at the sight of you. Completely innocent and sitting there rubbing your legs together as if that was going to give you any kind of satisfaction that you were desperately craving.
