The Untold

Chapter 5.

17h45 - Greenhouse in the Main Mansion

It's been a couple of days since I wrote you. 

I've been trying to get to the deepness of things around here. 

Everything's been quiet. Lisa the maid has said nothing more since we last spoke. Still, now that I know what hides behind the facade "family" the Inner Circle has managed to make stick around, it's obvious their leadership has a lot of flaws. 

I've not yet seen any of them much, but I can still catch a glance of the tension laying in between the three of them. Taehyung's clearly possessive about Y/N and doesn't tolerate much from his said "family", but what shocks me is the fact I can also sense Y/N trying to make things up. 

She's been acting tougher than usual, moodier. Which means that's the point I should try to aim for if I want to break her and actually get to the information needed to complete my mission. I'm sure if I'm close enough I'll be able to get all the data about the series of gang contracts they've been dealing with - from what I've heard, there are a lot knew alliances. 

My bet is - break their bond, break her. She's nothing without them, I've realized. The best way to make this work is by pushing them apart. 

I need to find more about Taehyung, try to get to his shit to know what can I work for. Please investigate on him and bring me back information. 

Meanwhile, I'll do my best to crack her open and make him jealous. The obsessive ass will surely loose his shit if he knows his girl is been flirting with one of his security guards. 

I need-

My body froze when a faint crackle of a stick echoed on my well trained ears and my hand instantly stopped, as I held on tightly onto the pen in between my fingers. 

Shooting my head to the side, my eyes squinted, as I quietly folded the letter I'd been writing into a third part and sliding it back onto my jeans. 

There was silence, but I was no surprised when a female form appeared at the door. 

Our eyes met instantly and her head tilt as she leaned over to the frame of the rectangular shaped door, I realized she already knew I was there. For a while, apparently. 

Scanning the sketch book ahead of me, as I sat on one of the old dusty wood stools in the greenhouse, at the tingling table with a few pots and dead plants, she crossed her arms. 

'What are you doing here?'

My bare elbow touched the harsh wood of the table, and I turned to the side slightly to gaze at her, placing the pen upon the platform 'I'm on my pause' I shrugged 'And I like it here'

'Are you voluntarily choosing to spend the time in between your shifts in an old abandoned greenhouse in the middle of the forest then?' She chocked an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk on her lips. 

I shrugged again 'It's quiet'

Her eyes squinted, as she analyzed me back, suspiciously. 

I couldn't deny the fact I was there was odd enough for any other human being, since, in truth, I usually went to the greenhouse to write the letters I had to send to my team, because I had no other way of contacting them without being tracked out. 

And to my dumbness, I would never think she'd be interested enough to track my own every step. 

Miserably wrong. Of course she would.

I had not seen Y/N since we'd last spoken in the training arena, a week before, except a few casual glances when I crossed the hallway during meal hour, so when she stepped forward to stand closer, her features were suddenly unfamiliar.