Fall (Bangtan Sonyeondan BTS Alternate Universe)

43. Trouble

**** Here, have a flower edit I made to make up for my absence starting now ****

I sat in the armchair, staring across the desk at Seung-Jae. Bobby sat next to me, animatedly speaking of all the ways I must've betrayed the Double Dragon.

It was actually funny how he was in the right topic range, but completely out of the ballpark in his theories.

This was different than the last time I'd sat in here. I was not sprawled out in faux relaxation. I was not putting on an obnoxious show.

I slouched only because I was exhausted of this act. It was getting harder and harder to pretend I was fine when B-Free had his 'fun' with me. It was really hard to pretend that I didn't want to run back to Bangtan and let them deal with this.

This would be hard enough to pull off with a group, but with me alone, I don't know how I thought I could do this alone, all by myself. I had no help, no one to rely on. No one had my back.

I don't know what made me think I could single handedly take down the largest gang in Korea. What they lacked in Bangtan's drive and blunt skill they made up for in dozens upon dozens of workers, countless members to get the jobs done.

It was very efficient, it was very planned out, and it was very, very hard to infiltrate every single part of the system.

It was all made so that if one section fell apart the others would be unaffected.

Seung-Jae was smarter than I had given him credit for. He had thought this out very delicately, and very deeply.

The only thing that connected all of them was B-Free and Seung-Jae, and unless both of them were dead, it would be impossible to destroy.

B-Free was one thing, but Seung-Jae was always guarded and though I'd never seen him lift a finger I had the feeling he was a skilled fighter. He must be, to have gotten all these members' respect in the first place.

It was all getting to be too much.

Seung-Jae said nothing as Bobby explained what had happened, about Namjoon and the other man stealing our customer, about how I must have tipped him off, about how I must be conspiring with him, how Bangtan must have sent me in to spy on the Double Dragon, an inside agent, an inside job.

Oh, I was a spy, but I sent myself in, and I wasn't taking orders from anyone, not even myself.

Maybe that's why this wasn't working out.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged, staring at my nails uninterestedly, just to make Bobby frustrated.

"Well, these are quite the accusations. What do you have to say for yourself Sin?"

I sat up, boring my eyes into Seung-Jae's.

"What in the bloody hell do you think? If I was conspiring with Rap Monster, you'd all be dead by now."

If only.

"Look, I get that Bobby is playing through the whole 'rejected love' ploy, and he's getting back at me for not letting him have a piece of me, but it's getting pathetic, especially since B-Free already wore that one out thin."

Seung-Jae stared at me with a cryptic look. He didn't seem to appreciate my arrogant, insulting demeanor this time around.

"You know, I just can't put my finger on you. I'm very good at reading people," not good enough, apparently, "but you're a whole different level."

Aw, how sweet, he thinks I'm special.

"All that I do know is you're up to no good."

Oh, you don't know the half of it, buddy.

"Well, I think trouble is kind of in the job description, boss."

Seung-Jae laughed, but his eyes never left me, and I knew my time was going to be coming to an end sooner than I'd expected.

I had to get a move on then.

I stood up, and immediately 2 of the dogmen, the ones that stayed with Seung-Jae constantly, grabbed me and pushed me back down to the chair.

Just as I thought.

Looks like my shining sarcasm won't get me out of this one.

"I have a feeling I'm not gonna like this, Jae."

A voice behind me spoke up, "oh, but I am just going to love this."

"Gee Jae, I'm wondering if B-Free is the only one who knows how to torture people in this gang. That's not too smart, what if he dies, what will you do then?"

There was a threat, not so hidden, in my words, and everyone knew it.

Unfortunately for them, no one believed a girl on her way back to being tied to a chair. They thought I had nothing but a loud mouth and a captivating charm for getting into heaps of trouble.

They didn't know just how very prepared for this moment I was.