Boss||SOPE/Yoonseok

Chapter 2: Why are you here?

A frustratingly familiar wave of nausea overwhelmed him as he peeled his shirt off, the crimson-soaked fabric clung to him like glue. The smell of dried blood pushed him over the edge, and he darted to the toilet. He emptied the contents of his already barren stomach and he stayed heaving and gagging bile until his body was too drained to continue. He leaned away from the toilet, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and groaned.

The throbbing in his head had deevolved into a stinging, but it was going to take more than some tea or cup of water to stop.

He stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the metallic stench that was only a reminder of how screwed he was. He was truly without a question undoubtedly screwed to hell. He halfheartedly pushed himself off the floor and steadied himself before ripping off his clothes as quickly as humanly possible-which was still too slow for his liking-and threw the tarnished belongings in his laundry hamper.

He made note to soak them before he left for his mother's newly acquired penthouse, courtesy of her -very obsessed- 'fiancé'.

He needed to see her. She'd know what to do, she'd tell him he probably bumped into a wall and didn't notice, and he'd listen and nod and hang onto every word like a lifeline. He stepped into the shower, making sure to twist the knob to his preferred temperature for situations such as this, scorching.

He lathered his sponge with orange-scented body wash and scrubbed every inch of skin he could reach. The harder he scrubbed, the more it stung, it didn't matter. The blood he was rubbing off his hands belonged to a living thing, and the amount of red washing down the drain told him that whatever happened was bad, really bad. He doesn't recall ever leaving his room last night, the vigorous scrubbing slowed as chilling realization dawned on him. Did he sleepwalk?

His body went into autopilot as he hung his sponge on a rack and began lathering his hair with orange-scented shampoo. He finished up his shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

The question kept bouncing around the depths of his brain, and he kept failing to pull up memories that would soothe his suspicions. He stalked towards his bed, scanning it for any clues. Nothing but three minuscule drops of dried blood on his pillow signified that anything abnormal had occurred. He glanced at the too-fancy digital clock on his nightstand: 9:03 a.m.

A grainy, barely-there memory of the night before wormed into his head. He remembered staring at the clock for what felt like an eternity, his brain on overdrive. He remembered the sting of blue light temporarily blinding him. His body finally succumbing to exhaustion and he'd passed out, then nothing. Nothing but fuzzy snippets of darkness and pure agony.

He rubbed his face furiously and slumped back first into his untidied duvet. It made no sense, how could there just be nothing, he once again found himself glaring at the ceiling as if it held all the answers but was too snobby being inanimate to tell him. If only he could talk to walls or had a way to see everythin- AH HA! He shot up and grabbed his phone, why hadn't he thought of it before.

He opened an app, RivMore, Jimin had recommended it to him, he said it was 'virtually untraceable' and had 'the best quality stuff in all of Seoul 'why virtually untraceable? Hoseok forgot to ask, he'd been too busy counting the specks of gray in his co-worker's dark eyes.

He quickly typed into the search bar: secret camera. A suspicious amount of high-tech and odd-looking gadgets popped up. They seemed too good to be on a random second-hand selling app the price was practically laughable; it was too easy.

His mother's words echoed in his ears, 'Not everything that glitters is gold, no matter the beauty,' but Jimin trusted it, and he's as stunning (and not scammed) as ever. He ignored his mother's nagging voice and scrolled down until he found something that piqued his interest. A high-resolution camera with equally high-quality audio, small enough to hide and made with pure titanium steel. Perfect. It only came in one color, basic ash-black it'd have to do until he got new paint. He checked out, barely paying attention to the price.