You make your way to the dark SUV in the parking lot.
The tall man is outside the car. He nods once in your direction before opening the back door for you. A combination of smells of stale whiskey and a sickeningly sweet cologne assault you even before you get in.
You slide into the backseat. Right next to DK. He erupts instantly.
"You narcissistic crazy bitch how could you -!"
" - choose your next words very, very wisely, DK, because I get to decide how fucked you're going to be by the end of today," you growl. He pauses. His slick hair is sticking out at odd ends now. The peach suit is wrinkled at the front as if someone had held him by his collar not long ago. But there were no bruises.
He was responding well to threats it seems, you conclude.
A part of you is painfully aware of how dark a turn this is taking. You don't like it one bit. But then, DK starts talking again.
"They will kick you out of the label if that photo is out. No one in the industry will look twice at a singer who's been kicked out of HYBE. And the fans -" he laughs, "you'll be eaten alive. So get the fuck out, and fix this, or else I'm sending this to every media outlet you can think of!"
"Oh yeah? Sending out what photo exactly?"
"You - wait - you deserve it -" he turns on his phone. "What the hell is wrong with - this thing..." he splutters. Both of his phones were back to factory settings.
"Lost your data?" It is your turn sneer.
"I have other copies -"
"Every single device that contained that photo has been wiped clean." You watch him react to that, not breaking eye contact for even half a second. He returns to his phone, trying in vain to find something - photo, contact, anything he could use right now. For the first time in all these months, you notice the desperation in the way his jaw twitches, the panic in his eyes - he has the look of a person who has decided to live like a trash truck in mind, body and soul. He hadn't always been like this.
"Suga," he looks up slowly.
"What?" you tense up.
"You can't do this. You made him - those men outside -"
" - what the fuck are you talking about?" you snap.
"You can't do anything by yourself, Y/n. There is always someone else. Someone you use."
He was doing it again. Your self-doubt kicks in, in spite of yourself. In spite of everything. But you refuse to break eye contact. No. NO. Do NOT look down, Y/N. NO.
"Did you really think you could blackmail me and get away with it?" You speak in a low voice, your fists balled up to control your anger.
DK waits a long time before he speaks again.
"Who are these men? Where are you taking me?" his tone has lost its previous aggression. That question bothers you too. These people weren't part of the plan. Although you were fairly sure who had sent them and why, you didn't know what they were going to do with DK. You don't intend to tell him that though. So you simply sigh.
"You've brought it upon yourself, DK."
He gives an exasperated laugh. "What's that supposed to mean? By the way, all this - I will report this to the police. You're keeping me here against my will -"
" - don't worry, the police will find you soon, the real one this time." You place a hand on the door handle.
"You have nothing on me!"
You chortle darkly. "You just added blackmail to a very long list of things my label and I will sue you for," you open the door but turn back on an impulse. Your voice is ice cold when you say, "oh and DK, don't fucking mess with my people ever again."
You mean it and he knows. He was used to pushing you around. You would always take it, no matter what he did. What had changed? Right now, even without the trio of men waiting to escort him god knows where, you looked menacing.
You slam the door shut without a backward glance. The tall guy seemed to be waiting for your permission to drive away.
"Where are you taking him?" you switch to Marathi so that DK doesn't understand.
"To his flat. We'll help him sign some papers and stay with him till the police arrive."
You nod. What papers? But this guy wasn't the right person to ask.
You get into your Audi and call the one person who could answer your questions. Meanwhile, your car accelerates out of the parking lot.
-unedited-
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