the music box killer | bang chan (discontinued)

12. dancing with the devil

3rd PERSON POV:

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" The older slams the bathroom door after making sure no one else is inside. "YOU COULD'VE BEEN CAUGHT!"

"Please, they would've caught me years ago if they wanted to," the blonde drawls out, leaning against the countertop and pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. "Want one?"

"When will you ever stop?" The man sighs, a scrunching his nose at the sight. "You told me to keep in touch for emergencies, but you cut off all fucking contact when the time came to talk to you!"

"They were too close. I couldn't risk losing my only trustworthy man to some measly cops," he says, taking a drag from the cigarette.

"Whatever. Where the fuck is Jiyeon?"

"Locked her away in some room. Didn't really feel like dealing with her. Plus, it'll be a good distraction for the detectives," he lazily replies, when the older takes notice of something in his eyes.

"Are you high? What did I tell you about-"

"Look," the blonde says, resting a firm hand on his shoulder. "I'm the boss here, not the other way around, okay?"

"Talk to me when you're in your senses," he shakes his head, leaving the bathroom.

JIYEON'S POV:

This was bad.

How could I be so stupid? The last guy I had danced with whisked me away from the crowd so effortlessly that I realized we had reached some secluded corner of the mansion too late. Thinking of it, that blonde guy was definitely Jisung. With colored hair tied into a ponytail and blue eye contacts, he was literally unrecognizable. I internally beat myself up for not fulfilling the one purpose I was here for.

"Stop squirming around, lady," the beefy guard next to me reprimands me.

"Fuck you."

"What did you just say?" His nostrils flare up at my words as he yanks me by my hair and slaps me across the face. The stinging sensation immediately burns my cheeks. To be honest, I had a lot of nerve cursing an armed man for someone who was tied to the leg of a table with thick ropes.

"Hey, boss told to keep her alive. Control your anger, man," the other guard tells him off. I suddenly get reminded of the time when Chan and I got kidnapped by Changbin. The memory instantly drains the color from my face. It feels scarier when I make the realization that I'm alone this time.

"What do you want?" I ask, a slight tremble in my voice betraying my confident facade. I knew very well why I was here : They wanted to use my disappearance as a distraction for Chan and Minho, though I don't know how they figured out who we were. Then again, Han Jisung has always been one step ahead of the system so should I really be surprised?

Suddenly, a crackling sound emits from their walkie-talkies before an authoritative voice booms through the speakers.

"There's a situation at the entrance. The trespasser seems to be a cop. I need you two to handle it ASAP. Over and out."

They look at each other and then at me, trying to decide what to do.

"She's just a small girl and she's tied up. There's no way she can escape. Let's go," one of them says before they open the door and head outside. I guess my small size worked to my advantage today, because they completely underestimated me.

Seizing the opportunity, I look around for anything that could help to loosen the ropes. I spot a vase on the table whose leg I am tied to and I get an idea. It probably wasn't the most ethical solution right now, but I couldn't think of anything else in this situation.