Egotistic - J.JK.

Seventeen

I nibbled at my lip, giving side glances to everything around me. Murmured voices floated around the air, people fluttering in and out of existence like there were portals that took them to another dimension. It wasn't as crowded as I expected, but it must have been because it was the middle of the day; no one came in the middle of the day.

The people around me were strange looking to the normal person's eye. Expensive coats with glimmering gems and pelts from all around the world. Rings, necklaces, piercings glistening with the dimmed light coming through the dusty warehouse windows. All kinds of colors dyed people's hair, some of their faces or bodies contorted. Some odd-looking prosthetics were attached to a few people. 

The good thing was that they all ignored me. 

Navigating through the booths, I couldn't help but think about Jungkook. The night still hung in my mind, his arms around me while sleeping. We had solved the bed situation, which was good. It was odd, though, Jungkook's scent that still stuck in my nose. It was something sweet, homey. It wasn't like anything I had smelled in a long time. It made me relax inside. It was a good feeling for once.

Jungkook sat a couple blocks away from the warehouses at a small restaurant. He was insisting on coming, not liking me going alone, but I forced him to stay back. I couldn't have him being noticed there as an outsider. With his soft expression and easygoing attitude, he would stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd. I wasn't letting him get hurt that easily.

Turning the corner to a line of booths, I came to the ones near the wall. Three down on the left from where I was sat a booth that was all too familiar; it too blank and bland for something simple. There was a much deeper meaning there. Only the richest went, asking for the most priceless things that only one could get from murder.

I came up to it and under the small tent, finding a guy to be sitting there. He was looking over some papers on the table, tapping a pen against the plastic top. He seemed completely focused on something, but no one was in there with him.

I approached him, giving a faint smile while tugging my hood down again against my head. The man, who had a cold face and a deep, faded purple to his hair, seemed to notice my appearance. His head popped up, his eyebrows jumping up with him. He didn't seem to recognize me at first, but then a smile came across his frowning lips.

"Y/N," he said, placing his pen down, "I haven't seen you in weeks. I was getting worried to where you went off to."

"Hey Yoongi," I gave him a smile back. I looked down at his paper, seeing a list of names with, what seemed like, initials next to them. "I missed you guys."

"Oh," he exclaimed a little, looking off through the booths to where I had come from, "Hoseok went out a little bit ago to find a client at their residence. A private appointment. I thought he would be back by now--"

"I'll see him later," I reassured, placing a hand on Yoongi's for a moment. Yoongi and Hoseok had been like fathers to me for the past rough couple of years. They stuck by me and let me work for them a couple of times when I needed the money. They were lifesavers, quite practically actually. "I want to talk about something."

Yoongi's voice dropped at his next words. "You were talking about Kim Taehyung last night, correct?"

"Yes, that's him," I nodded with a bit of excitement but kept my voice low. "Have you done any recent . . . business with him?"

"I have," Yoongi nodded slowly, grabbing his pen again and tapping it against the tabletop. "He's a sick bastard, let me tell you. Worse than my other clients. Recently he's been asking for multiple transplants, or rather just the organs in general. You know the gist, it's not our business to why they need them and it's confidential, but his requests have been weird."

I bit down on my lip, leaning in closer. "Weird how?"

Yoongi seemed to hesitate for a second, shaking his head a little to clear his mind. "He's been wanting all appendixes. We don't get those requests very much, like you know, because they're useless, but he's asking for a lot."

I knew I couldn't ask him how much. We were already crossing the lines of confidentiality, so I didn't want to press anymore of that. "Are you sending them to a location or . . . ?"

"Just a warehouse a couple towns over," Yoongi shrugged, still looking stumped. "Hoseok nor I know what they're doing with them after. It's a bit strange, right?"

For Yoongi to be saying that, that meant that something really was up. He was used to the sick things that people needed, harvesting and selling the organs, but he looked worried over this one. I yanked my hood down again some. "That is. Can you just write down the address? I screwed things up at the location of his apartment, so I think I have less luck there now."

"Yeah, sure," Yoongi said, flipping back some papers and ripping off a corner to one of them. He took his pen and started to write down the address.

"Y/N!"

I turned around, finding Hoseok to be skipping over to me and slinging an arm around my shoulder. I giggled a little when he planted a peck on my cheek, then spun a little while going around the table to Yoongi. 

"I'm back," Hoseok sang to Yoongi, planting a kiss on the top of his head. His dark brown hair seemed to be getting long, falling into his eyes a little. I watched him wrap his arms around Yoongi's neck, his chin resting on his shoulder.

Yoongi seemed to be ignoring Hoseok's antics, him handing me the piece of paper with the address on it. He leaned his head against Hoseok's a little, still giving a serious look. "We never were involved, got it?"

"Of course," I said, crinkling the paper into my fist so that it was hidden from sight. "I would never give out your information."

"You should stay for lunch," Hoseok whined a little, not asking what we were talking about. He must have known. "We've been missing you."

"I already told her that," Yoongi sighed to Hoseok, his hand slipping into Hoseok's that hung down in front of him.

"Sorry, guys, but I have to get going," I gave them a sad smile while throwing my thumb over my shoulder. "I've gotta meet up with someone. I made plans with them today."

"Ooh," Hoseok raised his eyebrows. "Is it a boy?"

"That's none of your business," I said, starting to back up. I felt my cheeks light up a bit. "I'll see you guys later."

"Tell him your dads say hi!" Hoseok called out as I slipped into the strip between the booths again, the piece of paper still in my hand. I rolled my eyes as I headed out again.

The paper seemed to burn in my hand as I tried to slip away from the crowd as quietly as I could. I had what I needed. Now Jungkook and I needed to figure out how to get into that warehouse without anyone catching us.