A few days later~
Namjoon was casually perched on the edge of the table, his gaze wandering to the only other person in the room-Hoseok, who was absorbed in scrolling through his phone. Namjoon watched him for a few seconds, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Why are you staring at me?" Hoseok asked, not bothering to look up from his screen.
Namjoon chuckled, amused. "How do you know I wasn't looking at the painting behind you?"
Hoseok let out a low laugh. "And why do you think I'm a consigliere?"
Namjoon shook his head, still smiling. "It's almost midnight. Why don't you get some sleep?"
Hoseok groaned, finally putting his phone down as he looked at Namjoon. "Maybe I should. But what about you? No plans to call it a night?"
"I will, once I'm done," Namjoon replied. Hoseok rolled his eyes before getting up to leave.
"Alright, just don't stay up too late," Hoseok muttered as he walked out, his voice fading as he disappeared down the hallway.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Namjoon's expression shifted. He quickly turned back to his computer screen, his fingers moving deftly as he dialed a number.
Meanwhile...
Ivey was in her room, standing near the balcony. The cool night air brushed against her skin, but she barely noticed, lost in thought. She was in an unfamiliar place, and every detail mattered. She had to be extra cautious.
Her phone buzzed, jolting her out of her reverie. Startled, she quickly picked it up from the nightstand and began scrolling through the notifications. Her eyes widened as she read the headline.
'South Korean Government Makes Bold Move After Hong Eugene resign'
"Hong Eugene?" she whispered, disbelief lacing her voice. She tapped on the article, absorbing every word, her heart racing with each line.
A sudden knock on the door made her jump, nearly dropping the phone. She quickly composed herself, smoothing her hair before calling out, "Who is it?"
There was no reply. Instead, the door handle twisted, and the door creaked open.
Park Jimin stepped in, his presence filling the room. Ivey sighed, annoyance flickering in her eyes, though she wasn't surprised. Midnight visits from him had become almost routine, though she could never quite get used to how effortlessly composed he always appeared.
His lips curled into a smirk as he approached her, and instinctively, she took a step back, his smirk only widening in response.
"What's the matter now?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Nothing, just checking up on you, sweetheart," he replied, his tone dripping with a crooked charm.
"Sure..." She narrowed her eyes at him, searching for any hidden motives, but he simply stared at her, saying nothing.
Finally, she broke the silence. "You don't have anything to say?"
"Can't I just look at you without being questioned?" he shot back, his voice calm but laced with something deeper.
She hesitated before speaking again, softer this time. "I think you should go back and sleep."
His expression faltered for a brief moment, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Am I disturbing you?" he asked, his tone gentler now.
"Not really..." She replied
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Mystery / Thriller[ONGOING] You've read countless 'rivals to lovers' stories, but what sets this apart is its darkness: there are no rivals, no lovers-only backstabbers. Everyone is a traitor, and trust is the most dangerous illusion of all.
