Enigma II : Magic Card

/15/ Little Talks

My fabric perforated with the slight filthy-cold ambiance of 5 AM while I looked around with eyes still blurry. The window was left open at night, but now I found it closed. The door was swinging slightly at times. Which was surely closed at night. Did someone come in when I was asleep?

It was my slippers slapping against the floor roaming around the space as the only motile. The innard was dull and shadowed by the shadows which were blocking the scanty light to get through the windows. All room doors were closed, the living and kitchen room was empty. I felt the slight shivering reflex of my limbs trying to heat up, yet not eager to go back and grab something. I needed to hurry. Cautiously I had held up the phone, the camera mode on, recording every nook and cranny. Roaming around at night could have been risky, while during the daytime I would have a better excuse, so I decided this hour. I couldn't go through anything or everything within the shortest time. The least I could do was to take a quick and clear view in daylight with the camera eyes.

A thriller or crime movie would show all the places where things could be hidden, but in real life, you can't imagine where not things cannot be secreted. So then, your own room becomes the hideout of enemies.

And there was one main reason why the department took the risk of sending me into the lion's cave like this.

I clicked on the blueprint of the dorm on my phone. Just after reaching here, I examined the entire infrastructure and compared it. It was the same, as exact as the print, but something felt odd.

The architectural planning was just so bizarre, there was just so much space left out between the position of the bedrooms, the kitchen was comparatively too huge, while, the living room was much smaller. I had the least education of an architect, but such a waste of space seemed anomalous to me, and would to anyone if they had taken a closer look. So there evoked a question, what could be the reason behind it? Or if there was a reason?

I thought of that. From a general view, it would have looked nothing more than an ordinary bachelor dorm. If I were a gang member, what would have I done?

I crouched on the floor and tapped the space. My fingertips stuck with mild specks of dust along the action, I punched around to see if a hollow sense could be perceived, also examined the walls. It was solid everywhere but at times faint high-pitched sounds would be proclaimed, yet not enough to grow suspense.

Minutes later I heard faint footsteps, approaching. Momentarily I stood up, before my own conscience, I was standing, breath held, behind the doorway. Seokjin. He was up so early, advancing towards the kitchen. His steady movements assured me that he had not seen my action. In his hands, there were two green flat and round bottles, empty, smelly. His eyes red shot, sad, a ray of small glistening.

Was he drinking this early in the morning?

He opened the fridge door and surveyed inside for a while, coming up with another bottle.

"Jin?" He seemed a bit startled when he looked back. I eyed his hands, he found me looking at them, "Oh..." He staggered, "Good morning Y/N. You're up so early!"

I didn't greet back, directly I asked, "Why are you drinking this early? It's unhealthy." It was not a voice of concern, but I needed to know the reason, so I used the voice of a manger.

"I-" His breaths were short, restless, I sensed something had happened. He flashed a small sheepish smile, brushing it off, "Jimin got his habit unto me. I have a high tolerance, don't worry." As I being the manager, he thought he needed to give me a perfect excuse, "One last."