Egotistic - J.JK.

Fifteen

The door to the hotel room opened, revealing a small area that didn't seem too special, just bland. I went in first before Jungkook, my mouth pursed in a tight line with residual memories stuck and replaying in my brain. I didn't think much during the time being, but I paused after walking through the doorway.

Coming into the place, I only found there to be a TV with a stand, a table and chair in the corner, a bathroom and small closet off to the side, and in the middle of it all was one bed. It was large, about the queen sized one I had at my apartment, but there was only one. Not two, one.

That snapped me out of my daze, turning to see Jungkook looking around the room with his eyebrows knitted together. He was just as quiet as I was in the expedition to the hotel, neither of us saying a word; but now, staring at it all, he seemed just as confused as I was.

In my brain, I thought we had a mutual agreement. Two beds. That was it. It gave us our space and to keep our differences apart. We had been arguing so much over each other's personalities that we needed to keep separate so we wouldn't clash as much as we had before. This didn't fit that.

"I thought you got a room with two beds," I finally spoke after the almost one hour we hadn't spoken. I turned fully to him, but I didn't feel like I had the energy to give him an annoyed, attitude-filled tone. I had a feeling he was the same way.

"I did," he murmured, glancing through the room like he was miscalculating. "They told me they had one more available."

A deep sigh escaped me, one of my hands reaching up to my closing eyes to rub one. I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. I knew he would've gotten us a room with two beds. There must have been none left and the people at the front desk must have given us one that was mistaken as one with two beds.

"I'll go back down to the front desk to see if they have any more rooms available," Jungkook said quietly. His hand landed on the room's door, making a small clicking sound.

"No," I stopped him, slapping my hand down by my side and opening my eyes. I found him to still have his hand on the door, looking at me curiously. "If we ask for another room, that will just cause problems. We want to lay low. We can figure this out without bothering anyone, right?"

Jungkook stared at me for a second, then took his hand off the door while nodding. "We can discuss sleeping arrangements."

"Okay," I huffed, relieved to have that issue out of the way. I walked over to the wall and placed down my backpack with the limited amount of stuff I decided to keep. I proceeded to stretch my stiff arms while saying, "The Taehyung situation. What are we doing with that?"

Jungkook did the same with placing his backpack next to the closet near him. He didn't carry much either, just some other things I wanted to keep as well since he didn't have any possessions. "He has to have someone working with him. He can't break into the compound just like that. We have top notch security. He has to have someone on his side."

"But who?" I asked, heading over to the edge of the bed and plopping down on it. "To be honest, I had never witnessed another Ego other than me or Taehyung. I don't know who would have that power."

"I honestly have no clue either," Jungkook murmured, crossing his arms over his chest. "None of the Class 4 Egos are in the city that our compound is in. We have some scattered around the country, so there's basically multiple branches of Bangtan Services. He's one of the highest Egos in our area. I don't even think he talks to any others."

"This sucks," I sighed, pushing my hair back for a second. "Truly."

"Maybe," Jungkook started, his face lighting up a little, "we could find some evidence of a person he's operating with in his apartment. You know, a receipt or something."

"If he's as much as an evil genius as all of you think, he's gotta have some sort of trap there," I shook my head. "Either that or he doesn't keep a damn thing there just in case someone breaks in. There's no way we're going back into that apartment."

"So, what then?"

I bit down on my lip, getting an idea; I didn't like it, but it seemed like a good bet. I stared at the floor for a second, hesitate to say anything. "I . . . may have some outlets."

Jungkook peered at me for a second, his big eyes narrowing a little. "Outlets . . . how?"

I swallowed, not liking how I was about to talk about my secrets with a superhero, but if my chance of freedom was at the line, maybe it was worth to risk it. "Before you guys took me in, I was part of an underground system. I worked for myself, but I helped out in some cases. That's where I kind of got close ties with a lot of people. They may have relations with Taehyung and we could get some information through them."

A small smirk was forming over Jungkook's lips at my words. "Maybe you being a past Ego wasn't so bad."

A weight on my shoulders suddenly felt like it lifted. I was confused at that because I never thought I had something heavy on me, but apparently there was. "I saw a payphone a block away from here. I bet I could get in touch with someone to set up a meeting."

"We can go down there tonight and try calling," Jungkook said with a nod. "Maybe set something up for tomorrow."

My stomach dropped for a second, telling me to say something important. A frown fell over my lips, a hint of guilt hitting my gut. "You . . . can't come with me to meet the people."

Jungkook's hopeful face dropped. "I . . . What?"

"I'm sorry, but these people are kind of the only friends I have," I murmured, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. "With being my only friends, I can't just throw their jobs under the bus with you discovering them. It's best if I go asking around so it's less suspicious and you can't just take them all down once this is done with."

Jungkook stared for a moment, then slowly nodded to himself. He still seemed down about it, but said quietly, "I understand that situation."

"Thanks."

"I'm getting hungry," Jungkook said, trying to return his smile to the room. "Wanna go find something to eat?"