Danger ✔️

Chapter 09

Eun Byeol's grip on the cellphone tightens, to the point that her knuckles turning white. How could a person threat someone who is innocent? Death threats aren't a joke, even if it's empty. You could seriously harm the person receiving the threats mentally and that's even worst than physical pain.

Looking at the still shaken Taehyung, she knows that it gravely affect him by how his skin turn pale, beads of sweat starting to build on his pores and eyes turning red with unshed tears he's been preventing to fall. Their artists and famous so it wasn't surprising if they receive death threats here and there but having to deal with this everyday can seriously wreck your mental health. They are trained to accept and forget every hate and threats but they are also humans, you can't just tell them to suck it up knowing that there's a gun pointed at their back.

"Excuse me, I'm just going to make a call." the lass excuses herself, not waiting for their answer before she stood up and walk out of the door.

"It's an empty death threat, tae. Even if it's not, the staff and security will protect us. They wouldn't let anything happen to us." Jin assured, standing up and sitting beside the younger to pat him on the shoulder.

"-and Eun Byeol is here. She will protect us--you." Jungkook second the motion.

"PD-nim hired her to protect and make this stop so it means he cared for us. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to his favorite boys, would he?" Namjoon added. Hoseok stood up to grab the tissue box, pulling some out and going back to Taehyung to wipe his sweat.

"I'm fine" Taehyung finally utter but weakly, grabbing a tisssue from Hoseok to wipe the tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"Aaaah! You're making me cry!" Jimin whine, dramatically wiping his non-existent tears. Like his jam, non-existent.

"It's okay not to be fine, Tae. We're bulletproof boys! Suck it up!" Hoseok exclaimed in derp face to lighten up the mood which helps because Jin laugh his infamous wind shield laugh leading to the other boys to crack up too.

"I'm Eun Byeol's finding a way to track the sender down. If we know their location, I'm gonna send Namjoon to their base so he could destroy it. He's destruction king anyway." It was Yoongi's comment that made them laugh even more, Jin windshield laugh dominating the others.

"Yah!" The said guy exclaimed though a smile found it's way on his lips, making his dimples to show.

"What? At least make use of your destructive skills!" Yoongi retaliated.

"Anyway, who's going to clean?" this question created silence between the boys and as if on cue, they all stood up to and walk away from the living room with their own alibi;

"I suddenly thought of a great line to add on our music. Better jot it down before it disappear."

"I'm going to help Yoongi hyung."

"Same."

"Ahhh, I'm tired!"

"I think I need to rest for a bit, I'm quite still shook from the message I received."

"I forgot I need to restock my Banana Milk."

"Yah! The dishes aren't going to wash themselves!" They left their oldest alone with mountains of dirty dishes.

"Ungrateful children." he muttered under his breathe.

Meanwhile, Eun Byeol stride to her apartment unit, punching up the code so she could call his superior immediately. Once alone on her unit, she grab her phone and dial his number. After three rings, he pick up.

(Hello? Agent Ronan speaking.)

"I need to track someone. I'll text the number and I need to have the information as soon as possible."

(Is that so? Send it to me now so I could forward it to the tracker.)

"Thank you."