A Pain Of A Disguise

Chapter 3

"Ki-hyun? What are you doing here?" Yoongi eyed the men-in-suits. He wasn't just asking; he was expecting an answer.

Yoongi was left confused when his question wasn't answered. Instead of talking, he only gave Yoongi a forced smile.

Maybe he looked even guilty...?

"I'm sorry, Yoongi, but I'm going to have to take you into custody."

"Wait, what?" Yoongi had no energy for this. Even if he slept for once, that couldn't possibly make-up for all the other sleepless nights.

"Do you think I did this?" He asked, pointing a finger at himself. Despite his confusion and hostility, he was good at keeping his composure. His felt as if his energy was being sucked out of him, but he remained stoic. 

The trick was bottling it up and pouring it out in another way.

It sounds a bit unreliable, but it worked for him. Though he was aware that this method was unhealthy.

Min Yoongi sighed. "Just take me away, so my name can be cleared up," he said dryly. 

There was no signs of joking. He was serious and Ki-hyun could see that. "Alright, let's go."

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After some dreaded procedures, they reached their destination. They stopped the car at a deserted building. If not for Ki-hyun accompanying him, Yoongi would have made a run for it. That being said, he was still skeptical.

He followed them inside and found himself gaping. There - under this building of ruble - was a completely high-tech level company. People were bustling around, dressed formally and staring at computer screens. Everything Yoongi expected from a movie.

Yoongi was led to an elevator they would take to the 'very bottom' - as Ki-hyun mentioned. 

Just what has Ki-hyun neglected to tell me? Yoongi thought with a scowl.

"Is this for real? Are you expecting me to be in awe? What is this? A movie? I don't like it." 

"Of course you don't," Ki-hyun commented. He knew this was the sort of outbursts Yoongi had when he was upset, but he was saying something.

"Don't tell me you're going to take me to your boss and they'll explain everything. Then you'll apologize to me later for keeping this all a secret, even though we've been friends for so long. 'Cause if you do--"

"What? No, of course not!" He exclaimed, but Yoongi heard the unsureness in his voice. "Just follow me!" He instructed, trying to change the subject.

"You were going to do that, weren't you?" Yoongi interrogated, stone-faced.

"No, I wasn't!" He denied. Ki-hyun sauntered with more speed. Yoongi was too tired to keep up, so he was just following him with a normal pace. 

He didn't care if he got lost either. Maybe he'd finally be free to sit in a corner and sulk. Some coffee would be nice too, but when did he ever get to have what he wanted?

"Min Yoongi?" A woman asked. She had a smile plastered on her face. When one says 'plaster', it was literal. Her smile looked permanent yet unreal. A smile a doll would have was an example.

"Yes, that's me." He gingerly nodded.

"Let's get straight to the point here. We suspect you to be someone dangerous - someone who recently started attacking woman in Seoul," she explained, "You were there at the crime scene."