Beneath the Surface // Moonsun

Chapter 11

Yongsun's POV

This evening is not going as planned. Like it ever does. And yet, somehow, I did not expect to be involved in a murder tonight. I guess I'm a complete idiot for not considering that option when in the presence of a sadistic sociopath but I guess I was trying to be optimistic.

Taliah and Derek walk towards his truck together, appearing to be in an argument. She waves her hands animatedly as speaks and her head swivels in all directions as if watching for something. Or someone. Derek trudges next to her, head bent almost into his chest, mouth in a thin line. I've yet to see this submissive side of him. He can hardly go five minutes without talking.

Wheein's dark brows furrow as we watch them, an unreadable expression on her face. "What're they saying Hyejin?"

She brushes hair from her eyes, leaning forward onto the dashboard. "Hard to tell with the angle and the lighting. I got the some keywords: 'home' and 'safe'. I dunno."

"What're you doing?" I ask.

"She can read lips the best out of us," Byul answers shortly. She reaches underneath the seat. "Now shut up and change into these."

Something smacks into my face before dropping down into my lap in a clump. I examine a thin velvet tracksuit from what looks like the early 00's, the worse fucking clothing era in modern history. Byulyi watches me with her usual predatory intensity from the other side of the car.

"Stop looking at me," I snap, pulling my dress straps off my shoulder.

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because you can be a respectable human being for five seconds?"

One side of her mouth pulls up into a wry grin. "Sure doesn't sound like me."

I turn my back to her sliding the fabric down to my waist, ignoring the pleased hum behind me, and pull the sweatshirt over me.

"Not to be rude," I glance up, catching Hyejin's eye in her overhead mirror, "but you kinda have some big tits for your body Yongsun."

"We talking apples or oranges?" Byulyi asks, hardly holding back her laughter.

The car's engine turns over smoothly as Wheein presses a start button where the keyhole should be. "You two act like adolescent boys."

I block them all out as they distract themselves with their bickering. I put on the bottoms whose material rub all too strangely against my bare crotch before taking my dress off completely. At least there's Wheein in this inner circle, allegedly the most cutthroat of them all, but at the very least not a pervert. The date probably would've gone a lot better if she'd just came instead of Byulyi.

A beam of light crosses my face as Derek's vehicle speeds out of the parking lot. Wheein waits until their tail lights nearly disappear before slowly pulling out of our parking space, cruising along with the headlights turned off in that early darkness that comes with fall.

I lean back in my seat and click on my seatbelt. "Do you think he's dropping her off at her house?" I ask no one in general.

"I think your nipples look really perky in that sweatshirt." Byulyi comments, snorting at the look I shoot her.

"What's the plan when we do get ahold of her?"

"If she truly betrayed us for Lin's Clan, she'll die a very painful death." Wheein says quietly. I can't tell if I'm imagining the tightness in her voice. "She was trusted."

Byulyi turns serious as she regards the back Wheein's head. "Whatever her reason is, it has nothing to do with you." Wheein burns a hole through the windshield as if she doesn't hear her.