Enigma ||Park Jimin||

*19* One Step To Menacles

Those silver rings embracing your raw wrists,
The white room graced with your fragile defeat,
Your pretty handsome face lowered with gaze,
You don't know, how many,
how many people are waiting for that day.

including me.

Author's P.O.V-

With everyone settled down, Yoongi took his seat beside Namjoon, crossing his legs in the sternest way. The whole centripetal force of attention was drawn towards the leader, especially the tiny phone he held laced around by his fingers. Dead drop silence prevailed in the heavy atmosphere. Even though everyone was present inside, apparently it seemed like the whole dorm was a place of spooks. Except for the clock hand, it was the buzzing sound from the phone in loudspeaker mode, that roared in the black-hole of silence. Everyone was waiting, waiting when the sound will get replaced by an expecting human voice. Net of time dilation had them trapped inside arising from the ardent wait, therefore, even seconds of wait seemed so perennial. 

'Hello,' sooner the moment came, a dull, void voice appearing in substitution. However, silence didn't immediately brush off the boys getting their expected reply, as they knew their time for being cautious has arrived too. Namjoon took his time to reply in a steady voice.

'Is this Busan High's office? I needed to talk about some admission confirmation of my son.' There was a similar state of silence traveling from the other side, but in this case, there was a hint of confusion stirred in as a mixture.

'Err...I am sorry but you must have called the wrong number. This is not Busan High's office. I am Chang Hwi speaking, and I own the Hwi Chickens shop in Gwacheon.' Now it was time for the males to immerse in confusion. 'Are you sure?' Namjoon seemed more like asking himself.

'Pardon?'  'Oh, I-I am sorry for the trouble. Please excuse me.' He immediately cut off the call. The stiffness prevailing in everyone's body was finally removed as they fidgeted in their position with disappointment.

'That guy gave us a wrong number.' Yoongi was the one to break the bitter quietness first. 'We should've known...'

'Was this the password for sure?' Hoseok stated, 'Asking for Busan High's admission corroboration?'

'Of course, that's what manager-nim said his man told him,' Namjoon remarked, 'I don't understand, the much it is important for us, the much it is for him too, obviously. Then why?' Namjoon provided his words full of discontentment. 'Did he get to know that we were fake by any chance?'

'Well then, what should we do now?' Jimin asked. No sooner, the phone cried out its loud ringtone, almost making every person present in the room attain a flinch. The screen was lit up showing an unknown number. Namjoon looked at Yoongi, who gave a cautious eye in return signaling to accept the call.

'Hello?' He muttered gently, right after his index clicked on the green button.

'So it's you...' Whoever spoke from the other side, the last drop of skeptical feature got erased from everyone's face, hearing the very short sentence he spoke. This time, they knew, it was him who they wanted.

'Yes.' Namjoon spoke in his professional voice, 'Nefarious Ducard. What was up with giving that wrong number the first time?'

A small chuckle sang out from the speaker, turning out to be the most serious fake laugh ever, 'It wasn't a wrong number. That's our security checkpoint.'

'Let's talk business now.' An ice cube dropping in the voice of the leader as he continued, 'We have heard a lot about your boss. He appears to be one of the elite Casper barons in the black market society. That's what made us interested to contact you.'