Undercover idol

Chapter 40

"Tell me what happen starting at the beginning."

Leaves and sticks crunched under my feet as we paced through the forest. My hands clenched at the thought of the picture.

"Me and 10 were heading out through the back door to the car when we found a man back there, we weren't sure what was going on but the moment we saw each other he lunged at us with a knife." He proceeded to point at the slash on his cheek before continuing. "He wouldn't tell us anything but eventually told us he had a female target to hurt."

"Name?"

"Kim sook, age 39."

"Did he specify who was the female target?"

Jungho shook his head. "Only that it was one of the performers which narrows it down to the dancers and of course blackpink, but since only blackpink leaves through the back entrance it means it's one of them."

Biting my lip the image of chaeyoung bloody on the ground made my body go into shock. My newfound weakness was being unlocked from the deepest part of my brain and heart. I was tense, the only worse thoughts coming to mind.

How was it that we went to having so much fun to a dreadful scenario?

Pushing past sharp branches and bushes the sight of the black suv appeared. The boot of the car was open and I could see the outline of 10 and another man slumped against the bottom of the car.

Looking up our hacker saw us. "Still won't say anything."

I glared at the man on the floor, his arms were behind his back presumably hold by duct tape, his nose dripping blood and the formation of a bruise around his eye appearing.

He was frail, no muscle, no fat; not the typical body of somebody wanting to hurt someone. Perhaps a sasaeng?

The tree leaves flowed through the wind as I crouched down to be face to face with him, the moonlight shining on my face giving him the perfect view of the demon. His face turned to utter shock.

"Y-you your that idol!"

"I don't think you're in a position to ask questions hm? So tell me what you were doing back there with a knife in your hand?"

"I-I won't say anything!" He spluttered, spit being thrown at my face. Scrunching my nose in disgust I looked at 10. "Free his hand and hold one."

Saluting me he grabbed a pocket knife from his pants, the same one he snuck inside, and sliced the tape before grabbing a hold of one. Jungho moving to the side in case he tried to run.

But before he could even use his free hand I grabbed it pinning it to the dirt ground. The image of her bruised up flashed through my mind making me fuming. The deadly side of me waking up.

"I don't typically do this but since somebody I care for deeply couldn't gotten hurt you'll be getting special treatment.  So why don't we play a game? Every time you don't answer my question I'll break a finger of yours."

"Ha! Like you can do th-"

Crack.

"ARGHHH!"

One clean motion and his index finger is bent all the way back touching the back of his hand. The birds in the audience flying away from the scream, nobody can hear him. Nobody will save him from this game.

"I guess your theory is wrong." I mock. "Why don't we try this again?" Pushing his middle finger slightly back I asked. "What- were- you- doing- back- there-."

His face of confidence faltered as he knew I wasn't kidding. He is just a mere speck of dirt compared to us. Sweat began to build up on his forehead as he closed his eyes in pain. Bending it back just a bit more he lost.