FALLING FOR THEM...(BTS)

Chapter...2

I got up and I walked to the door. First I knocked and after hearing: Please come in. I entered my Boss's door.

Hello, I heard you wanted to talk to me? I said to him.

Yes, please sit down.  He pointed with his finger.

Emma told me, you have been pushing way to hard yourself. I would like to know the reason.  He said in a firm tone.

Truth to be told it took me by surprise.

I-I.   I didn't know what to say. I took a deep breath and I said: It's just that... I don't want to disappoint you or my co-workers. I just fell like I have to work hard.

I understand but your health is more important, besides you are only 19 years old. So with that being said, you have 2 days off. You need to rest.  Boss said.

What?! NO, I cant I have to work!I need to work! I must work!   I said.

PLEASE Miss Y/N   Y/L/N! You have 2 days off. End of discussion! I'll see you on Friday.   He said.

Ok. I said in a low tone.

Ohh, before you leave I have one more question.    Boss said.

Sure. what is it? I said while smiling.

How is the case going? He asked.

I am afraid not so good. I am going to need more evidence. Maybe visit his house for clues plus I am going to need to see his body. I said.

Okay, we can arrange that.  He said.

Good. I smiled at him.  

Can I go now? I said.

Yes, thank you for the update. He said.

Don't mention it. I said and with that, I left.

Later...

As I was going through the autopsy results I noticed something weird.  Hmm, interesting. I thought to myself. They wrote that the cause of his death was 2 gunshots... But no that is a lie. HE WAS POISONED!! So that could possibly mean one of his co-workers did it.
But why? 

Maybe whoever did it, is working for them.

Bangtan Boys... I said without realizing I said it a little bit too loud. But thank GOD no one heard me.

After my discovery, I decided to keep it a secret.I was the only one who knew. And trust me it was better.      Because someone might get hurt because of me. And getting someone hurt because of me is the last thing I want to do...

Later I asked my boss about our victim's address and without hesitation, he gave it to me.

Later that night...

I thought to myself: I might know why they killed him... I mean only he gets to die... I mean because obviously, he wasn't working alone... So why is only him ending up dead...?

BUT I PROMISE I WILL FOUND OUT...

The next day... 

Today is my day off. It's time to learn the truth. I am really nervous. AHH, I SHOULD HAVE TOLD MY BOSS ABOUT IT! I thought to myself.       

But you know what...? NO... It's my job. My duty.

A few minutes later. I found his house. Damn nice house. He must be rich... Wait a minute what am I thinking. The poor guy is dead...

I felt bad for him. Why would they do something like that? I mean he was married and he had a little baby. (Don't ask me how I found that.)

I got out of my black Range Rover and walked towards the big gate. I took a deep breath and pushed the doorbell. The big gate opened.