A Pain Of A Disguise

Chapter 6

He couldn't take his eyes off the envelope. Yoongi certainly didn't want to open it; he'd gone through enough for today. The envelope would stay sealed until he was able to open his eyes properly.

He would've opened it when he felt like it, but this was beyond him.

Apparently.

With the hundredth sigh of the day, he put his attention on the piano. Every key being played was slow and there would be pauses in between. That was the process back and forth. The process indicated that he was in the midst of creating a new melody.

Throughout 'the process' of doing so, he found himself drifting away from those troubling thoughts. His scattering thoughts flowed more naturally as if the melody created a path for him. The path would lead him into his own serene world.

There was one problem with this tactic he used to calm himself. It would only work for as long as he was able to create his music. The problem didn't go away; his troubles only left temporarily.

Eventually, he stopped tampering with the instrument.

It was like a magnetic force that compelled him to move. Something was pulling him towards those files. And before he registered, he'd already stood up from the seat and held the stack of papers in his hands.

He let out yet another sigh, "Do I really have to be the stalker here."

It took a flick of the wrist before he ended up reading the first page.

"Suprise, suprise. Jeon Jungkook," he mumbled as his eyebrow lifted up.
Usually that was a sign that someone was suprised or relieved. Though, logic never worked for Min Yoongi. Someone would give him a dress code of all white and he'd still dress in all black. That was the kind of person Min Yoongi was.

He had long since stopped caring about what others thought.

"His fourteen years old," Yoongi's eyebrows creased, "He really was put into school early. Is that even possible?"

Jungkook was in class 2-E in high school.

How on earth did such a young boy get into this class?

Yoongi couldn't find the answer to that mystery. He was so young. Fourteen years old! Fourteen was the age someone was supposed to be in middle school.

Yoongi skimmed through the information trying to find an answer. He was curious about it. Usually, he wouldn't be this curious, but these days he was in an odd place. Everything was different from his usual life. For starters, he was a girl to public.

"Born in a wealthy family." He read out loud in short mumbles, "Homeschooled."

Yoongi went deeper into his small investigation and grew wary at every inked letter. After reading the piece, he seemed to be lost in thought.

"What?" An eyebrow was raised. "I thought they said he was put into school early."

"On a serious note here, Jungkook was put into school really early! Like really, really, really, really, really, really-"

"Okay we get it!"

Yoongi double-checked the information. Indeed, he wasn't mistaken when he'd gone through the details.

Did that guy lie to me? Or was Jungkook lying to them? False information maybe...?

Yoongi massaged his templates. "I can feel a headache coming."

It took him awhile to convince himself to look through the rest of their information. "Kim Taehyung. Seventeen years old."

Not much that's weird about him. His somewhat the normal age for his class.

Yoongi paged through.

Only thing about him is the recent purchases of masks.

At this point, he didn't know what he was reading anymore. It said things about singula-something concept. Only thing he understood was that it was for his part-time job. He done modelling for a small entertainment company. The information was recent, so the model was still using this concept.

Was spotted taking a box filled with different kinds of masks?

Yoongi really couldn't understand this agency. They had a weird way of finding clues.

He was a suspect for getting masks. Apparently, the killer wore a mask that looked liked one of Taehyung's purchases. Yoongi shook his head.

Before he could go to the next page, the door slammed open. Yoongi froze in place.

"Oh."

It was a guy. One that Yoongi didn't recognize.

"Sorry, miss. I was looking for..." the man was dumbfound, "... for... for interrupting! Or whatever it was...!"

The pianist could see he was really trying to get proper words - sentences - out. In the end, he failed and stumbled over his words. That is until he gave up and closed the door.

Yoongi blinked, looking at the door. "Okay then," he said. He decided to brush it off and go back to reading.

Park Ji-

The door slammed open harshly... again.

Why in the-

"Yoon Ji, could you please introduce yourself to my friends."

It was Ki-hyun that showed up this time and he looked nervous. He gave an awkward smile that made Yoongi frown.

Yoongi watched as other men gathered behind him. He closed the files and tried to smile. "Oh, your friends."

This was the first day of his 'mission' and Yoongi was the epitome of dead inside. Maybe it was an exaggeration, but it sure felt like he was.

➵

"Bye!" Yoongi waved at them.

With silly grins on their faces, they waved back. "Bye!"

In the background, Ki-hyun shook his head with a stone-faced expression. That acting classes just made him even more lethal.

He sighed at his friends who seemed quite happy about meeting the supposed girl.

Yoongi somehow won over their hearts. Just thinking about that sentence made him question life itself. What was even more weird was the thought of his other friends thinking Yoongi was his ex-girlfriend.

Ki-hyun shivered.

"Wow! She's such a nice girl, Ki-hyun!"

"Yeah! It's too bad she had a over-protective twin brother," one said, while patting Ki-hyun's shoulder, "Poor you. That beating from her twin brother must've hurt."

"I just didn't expect you to be the type to scream like a girl and run away," the other said, truly baffled.

"Yeah, why would you break up with her just because of your friend. What was his name?"

"Min Yoongi, her twin brother and your best friend."

They all shot him disappointed looks.

Ki-hyun's eyes twitched.

Min Yoongi!

The person guilty of this mess was sitting comfortably in his ride back home. He didn't show it, but he felt a sense of triumph.

Told you I'll get you back. It was just a matter of time.