"Did you hear what happened to him in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, such a drama queen."

"He probably made a scene to get attention."

Blocking the whispers was pointless; it was already created. The mentality of a boy was morphed into something cold. Nothing youth should have, but then again, there were so many in this world who went through something beyond their age.

At the end of the day, age was just a number.

He asked himself through all those whispers and stares: "Should I care?"

His eyes were casted by the shadows of his hair. "What's the use? They treat me like trash, so why should I worry about them? Why should I care about anyone?"

He looked up to see there was no-one - no-one to him. Nobodies who he would never try to understand, because they were nothing but heartless animals.

"He's looking our way." They turned away. "You think he heard us?"

"Who cares? He should learn his place." They snickered, "I say we ignore him to show him that doesn't work here."

"Yeah." He remembered them laughing louder and louder, mocking him. Albeit, he didn't care.

They didn't exist.

They were nobody.

They had no place in his life and neither did anybody else. If it came to push and shove, he would abandon them and lose his humanity like those who didn't treat him as a human. Nor would he dare show humanity towards strangers he did not know, because all of them were the same.

➵

Yoongi really didn't like this whole flashback-of-your-past dreams. Agitating to say the least and not to mentioned cliché.

Honestly, he never thought the trope actually happened in real life. To the point, knowing it did hadn't made him all the wiser. The brunet didn't like the idea of old memories coming back to him. All the more realistic - all the more vivid everytime he left the memories to float back to him.

He huffed, pushing back his long hair. Not used to the amount of hair - which is mostly done for females - the temperature felt a little more higher. At least the cold night will cool me down. He lazily kicked the blankets off of him.

He'd wished he had gotten a bit of sleep before he started his 'mission'. Though, in return for rewarding his body with rest, it gifted him back with a nightmare. Self care, his foot. He barely even slept half an hour!

Yoongi had finished the preparations for the soon-to-be hectic night. He had put his hair into a ponytail and made his way into the living room with a pen and paper. The piano he owned hadn't - and couldn't - be moved into this small complex, so he had to occupy himself with something he hadn't done in a long time:

Writing songs that he would never be able to share; writing his feelings in a poetic way. It was something he only done in his free time and, other than playing the piano, he done it to calm himself. 

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Ki-hyun told him there would be others coming earlier on. Unfortunately, Ki-hyun was working at the moment. He was an active member of their little crime-fighting company or whatever it was. He didn't bother asking much about it.

Great. I'm going to be breaking into someone's house with complete strangers.

He frowned. "Stalking; level-up," he said, "Let's... get this over with."

➵

Only the ticking of the clock could be heard, echoing and making up for the silence between them. It was a normal thing, but Seokjin couldn't say it was the norm to be stared at so intensely.

"Hey, Namjoon," he said, "Why are you staring at me like that!?"

The said male was startled by the exclamation; his eyebrows lifted along with his formerly narrowed eyes. "Uh, I was?"

"Yeah, you were."

The dark-green haired male looked away sheepishly. He was a little too embarrassed to look directly at Seokjin for a moment. "I was just thinking, didn't notice," he tried explaining.

Seokjin crossed his arms, unimpressed. "What were you thinking so deeply of, while staring at me? My beautiful face or something?" He questioned. Deciding that he was being too serious, he had decided to make a joke in between.

This gave Namjoon the courage to look at his older friend as he smiled. "Well, I was just thinking about Min Yoon Ji," Namjoon admitted. Then, soon regretted when he saw Seokjin dramatically put a hand to his mouth, "Pfft-"

"I didn't know you were into older girls."

"It's not like that!" Namjoon protested. "Yah, don't shout at your elders," the brunet warned, and caused the teenager to apologize. "But, you know, you were staring at her earlier. So," he trailed off, making Seokjin guess what he was getting at.

"It's not like th-" he wanted to deny, but cut himself off realizing what he walked into, "Seriously. No."

It was Namjoon who laughed this time - shortly, of course. "No, not seriously. I thought you might've noticed it too then."

"Noticed what?"

"Yoon Ji Noona's habit," he answered quickly. It was a test to see if he should go on or not. He couldn't speak further if Seokjin couldn't figure that much out. This conversation would be meaningless if he didn't know and it would result in the two embarrassing themselves.

Meaning, if Seokjin didn't notice, then why did he stare at Yoon Ji? It would lead to Seokjin having a different reason - multiple reasons of which were not a very good thing. For example, Seokjin having a crush on her.

For Namjoon, if Seokjin didn't notice, he would have to explain the whole theory and seem like a busybody.

Namjoon almost held his breath; even so, dismissing the topic wouldn't be easy either.

"Oh," Seokjin nodded, "Yeah, when she flips her hair. I've noticed. I was thinking about it too. Was I really staring then?"

A sense of relief washed over. Namjoon felt he could elaborate and quite possibly discuss his feelings on the matter. "Yes, you were. I was sure you would have noticed then." Well, a little doubtful too.

"Flipping her hair was oddly charming I must say," Namjoon said looking at the ceiling and then back at Seokjin, "But after a while, the way she said things, it seemed too perfect that it was off a bit. Just a little bit."

"I know what you mean." The older Kim shifted on the couch. "It's like, whenever she does that hair flipping thing, she's acting or something. Trying to lead us onto something else. I don't  know how to put it," he said, significantly lost in his own words. He didn't understand the feeling either or whatever was going on in Yoon Ji's mind.

He let out a breath as he got up - not comfortable with sitting around anymore, "Maybe were over thinking it. After all, we don't know her just yet. Maybe we'll be able to get to know her better throughout this week and talk more on Friday with her."

Nothing was said, the only sign was Namjoon's eyes following after his Hyung's figure retreating to the kitchen. "I'm making dinner," he said, which made Namjoon deadpan. Not again...

He looked away from the entrance of the kitchen. Oh, whatever. He might as well practice.

"Sure."

Meanwhile - as the two conversed - Min Yoongi walked passed their door, hoping he wouldn't run into the two. His whole only all-black ghetto-up would complicate everything if that happened. Black long sleeve, polar shirt; oversized black jacket, military style; black pants and black shoes with traces of grey rubber as the heels.

It was too expensive for his tastes, but that was the companies fault for wasting their money on clothes like these for someone like him - who was a supposed 'culprit'.

I hope this stuff isn't bugged or something. He lifted his arms, as he scanned himself. It wasn't long before he had exited the building; expectingly, the night breeze was cold.

It was just enough wind to move his raven-black hair. Strands waving around gently. "Hello, miss?"

Yoongi didn't respond immediately - only noticing late that he was that miss. Mentally exhausted before the night's long experience even begun, Yoongi slowly turned his head to look at the person who greeted him.

 "Yes," he said, attempting to smile through everything.

The person was a man; he looked familiar. He didn't look average and he didn't look anything below average either. Albeit, the man was taller than him, so it would be noticeable if he scanned the man for any signs of familiarity.

"I'm Agent S, but outside the mission you can call me Sehun."

Sehun?

Distant memories flickered in forms of images, but there was one memory that he remembered clearly. The boy that walked passed him, he remembered that one clearly. He didn't want to.

Yoongi's forced smile dropped. "Oh."

Sehun looked significantly sheepish, which told him he remembered that memory too. "Let's go," he said, "The van is close by, but we avoided parking directly in sight. For your safety."

Yoongi almost scoffed, but stopped himself. He was in too much of a bitter mood to do that either way. "Right." He settled with saying that and followed after the man.

Staying true to the man's words, Yoongi entered a dark-blue van. At least they didn't make it black. So obvious, it would be. The inside was where the magic happened. He saw three other people as they done their own thing.

A woman and two men.

The woman was first to approach. He felt almost obliged to shake her hand when she held it out. It was something about her, he guessed. "The informant undercover, Min Yoongi?" She inquired. They shook hands, while he hesitantly answered, "Yes, that would be me."

Obviously. He wasn't surprised that people knew about him, but he knew nothing about them. This was common for people with a job like being a pianist too and that he was. The woman nodded, "I am Jessie. I see the rumours of you going undercover as a girl is true."

Did she just point out that I look like a girl? The brunet held back any remarks and pursed his lips. "Oh, so rumours are going around," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He found it ironic that she had spoken his full name out loud, but he couldn't look her in the eyes. Or, perhaps, this agent nicknamed Jessie was just bold.

He heard Jessie chuckle. "There are rumors. Although, I am on the team assigned to this mission, so I've read the reports you have been writing. It was a given to know you were disguised as a female. I hadn't believed it even when I saw the pictures. Now I can see it was true."

Great. Yoongi was in the stalking business now. He really wondered what he had gotten himself into. Thinking that, albeit, it wasn't his choice in the matter. He didn't get himself into anything. So rephrasing the words: What did Ki-hyun get him into?

"Yes, it's been... quite an experience so far," Yoongi said for the sake of being polite. He could at least respond to her. Jessie nodded and he could practically see the sympathy that he didn't need. "From the reports, here's a tip, it would seem you spend most of your time with them. However, considering their popularity, it would be wise to put less attention on yourself too."

His attention was caught; now she was speaking his language. Yoongi hadn't shown his peeking interest, but his question was enough to say he had acknowledged the woman's words. "How would I do that?"

She smiled, which Yoongi didn't find good in the least.

"By showing that you are a girl. Try spending some of your time with teenage girls too."

Yoongi deadpanned. You've got to be kidding me.

"Alright, we're here!" One of them announced.

Wait, how did we get here so fast!?