V the Interrogator

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"I don't think you'd want to see this, Tzuyu." Jin informs me as our captive sputters to life. "It might get a bit— inappropriate."

"It's fine. I've seen blood before, no worries." I try to steel my eyes, refusing to shy away from the man's penetrating gaze. Even when he was getting dragged through the floors of hell, that psychopath would look at me the same way as he would if I was the one experiencing the torture.

It was terrifying, but I knew I had to face it sooner or later.

Something has changed in V's irises as he stares down at the waking man. We were watching from several sets of cameras so that V and the man were the only ones in the room, painted a blank white that you'd make yourself go insane by just staring at it.

Well, that was the point.

"Believe it or not," Hoseok says sarcastically. "V's our best interrogator. He can literally pull information out from the air— I'm not kidding when I say nobody's ever stood a chance against him before."

Then Hoseok adds worriedly, being the caring older brother and the diligent medic he was.

"I just hope he doesn't go too far— his wound is still delicate."

A typing noise can be heard as Jimin widens the center camera for better view. When the man finally awakes fully, V grabs the filthy captive by the collar and forces him down onto a chair.

The man that had taken pleasure in my screams and pain had never looked so helpless until now.

"Seriously, Tzuyu." Jin says, eyes fixed onto the monitor. "You really don't want to see this."

"I want to." I insist as I watch V's knife flash, a blur of silver and metal against the bland white of the room. A burst of satisfaction rushes through me like adrenaline when the man flinches.

But V had only been playing— he slides the knife into the strap against his thigh as his eyes meet the man's.

The camera switches to show his stare— and I immediately take a step back in shock. I can almost sense the electricity in the air from the screen as I look straight into V's darkened irises.

"Damn," Yoongi hisses. "That never fails to get me."

I understand him completely— V's slanted eyes are lit with so much fire that it would make anyone jump from their places. His usual flat gaze is now coated with so much ice and venom that I'd honestly rather choose death than to be the target of that stare.

From the advanced microphones attached to every corner of the interrogation room, I can hear the sharp hiss as the man bites back a curse.

Then V breaks the silence, snapping the  lightning tension into clear halves.

"Were you after Chou Tzuyu this morning?"

My breath catches in my throat as the man clamps his lips shut, expression unchanging and icy still. Even after all he's done to me, I feel a bit sorry that he had to face V as his interrogator.

And V was one heck of an interrogator.

But V merely clasps his fingers together, eyes sharp and intense as he notices something I don't. He seemingly nods, and I can see that it's driving the man crazy.

"What are you nodding about, you son of a—"

Then the word after is beeped out, like what they would do to censored songs that contained a lot of curse words.

Namjoon nods in approval at Jimin, who flashes an obnoxious thumbs up at the older man.

"I Tzuyu-proofed it just a minute ago."

Oh my Gosh. What in the world is Tzuyu-proof?

A devilish smile splits V's face at the sign of anger. The moment his lips twist upwards, I know that this is exactly what he wanted.

Red and rage flushes the usual controlled man's face as he pounds his restrained hand onto the ground.

"Where's that *beep*?! I want that little piece of *beep* in here right now— no, you're watching, aren't you?"

My bones freeze to the blood running through my veins as he talks about me. He knows how to get to my brain— and he's frustrated that he can't do the same to the man staring him down to ashes.

V leans back, his face calculating and precise as he records the man's words and gestures in his mind. I can practically sense him teasing out the information concealed between the hidden edges—

"Think this is going to last, huh?" He sneers at me when he discovers the dark glitter of the camera. "I'll have you back in that room bleeding and begging for your life before you know it, you *beep*."

My heart clenches inside my chest as I try to brush off his words as meaningless threats. But another part in my chest squeezes— like there's something I'm missing.

At the exact moment, V gives a satisfied smile at the camera.

"Let me out, hyung. I have everything I need."

The man's face goes stricken with horror, clearly horrified that he'd somehow given something away during his rampant rage.

"Next time," V turns back to the man, eyes blazing anger with no trace of the satisfaction there before. "Keep Tzuyu's name off your tongue if you want to secure information."

Then V calmly strides out of the room, fingering the sheath of his knife. I can hear his soft footfalls as he comes up the corridor towards the recording studio.

Amazed, I turn to Jin in question. "How could he already be done? All the man did was to just curse me out— how could he have gotten any clues out from that?"

Jin shrugs, his eyes mystified as well. All he gives me as an answer is a simple V's good at what he does before he opens the door to let V in.

"What'd you get for me?"

V points at the center camera, which reflects the man going on a rage frenzy, clearly unhappy that he'd accidentally let something slip.

"Kill him right away— he has a tracker injection in him. I'm positive that the others are coming here right now, with him as their guide. We have to get out of here right now, hyung. There's no time to waste."

Since V had told to get rid of the captive, Jimin had pressed a button that had made the cameras go black. A static noise covers the microphones, and I know that death had finally come to take the man.

"We can go there—" V speaks quickly, giving me an unreadable glance before turning back to Jin. Then his voice is abruptly cut off with a violent thundering that shakes the entire house.

A bomb.















They already found us.

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