The Art of the Con (???xMReader)

Chapter XXII - At Long Last

Dahyun sat rolled up in a blanket on her bed, sipping on a bottle of chocolate milk she had in hand. Legs folded close to her body, she stared at the Y/N's box, sitting on the kitchen table. She hadn't touched it since Sana left. 

Something didn't sit right with her. Ever since Sana left, something felt off. Their conversation helped plant a seed of doubt within her mind, especially with that one question she asked:

"Who called the cops?"

The question sat awkwardly with Dahyun, echoing in her mind. The correct question should've been "who called the ambulance?"

The police would make perfect sense. Any concerned citizen would dial 911 and both police cars and ambulances would arrive. But that night, she remembered clearly. It was a slow, dissonant, almost feminine siren that interrupted her final moments with Y/N, not the familiar, rapid twitter of police sirens. 

Who called the ambulances? How did they get there first? And where were the police that night?

Moreover, there was that one phrase Sana said that irked her:

Y/N's greatest con...

These words and questions bounced around inside her head. Dahyun spent days in that exact position, meditating, contemplating whatever it was that was bothering her. By the fifth day, she was at her wit's end and took it upon herself to figure out the missing piece to this puzzle, whatever it was.

She marched over and began to unload the box, removing the items inside and setting them aside. Wallet, pocket square, key, neckla―. The key. What was up with the key?

She picked it up and held it in her hand. Sana's words floated back into her mind: a storage unit key. Why was it so unnerving? She had no idea. The light glinted off the engraved numbers on the top of the key.

What role did this piece of metal play in Y/N's life? No matter what, this has to be the solution to her worries.

She picked her phone and began to dial.

Bzz...Bzz...Bzz...

"Hi, Jeongyeon speaking."

"Hey! It's Dahyun. I apologize in advance but on the night of the heist, you mentioned that Y/N's fiddling with his necklace was becoming a habit, right?"

A brief silence followed as Jeongyeon stuttered to find the right words.

"Uh... hehe, yeah I think it was. Why are you asking?"

"How recent was the necklace so that it would become a habit? Do you remember when you first saw him with his necklace?"

"Well, I mean, he wasn't exactly someone who was THAT interested in jewelry, so I thought it was a bit odd that he was wearing a necklace."

"When was this?" pressed Dahyun.

"It was the night he first presented his plan to me for the heist, sometime before we began recruiting. Why the sudden interest?"

Dahyun ignored her. "If I had the key that was on his necklace, would you be able to pinpoint where it came from?"

"Uh, maybe. But I would need some more details about the key first before narrowing down its origin." Jeongyeon was thoroughly confused. Following weeks of isolated grief, Dahyun reappeared out of the blue, pressing about Y/N's necklace. "Dahyun, what's going on?"

"Not sure. Once I figure all this out, I'll let you know."

She hung up the phone and prepared herself to leave her apartment for the first time in a long while.