Fall Down (Stray Kids Seo Changbin)

Twenty-three

After swinging the door open, Paige fell to the ground, her legs giving up on even trying to balance. The two boys instantly ran to her side and helped her to the bed where she covered her face with her trembling hands and howled out pained cries, neither boy could barely listening to.

Once the door was closed, they crowded around, not entirely sure what to do.

It took a minute before they both decided to go for the obvious group hug.

A couple more minutes pass and the howls became more like choked cries.

At this point, all they managed to get out of her was 'phone'. Figuring her phone was in her room, Minho went to retrieve it while Changbin continued at his attempts to calm her down.

Minho opened the door and immediately froze upon seeing Lincoln in her room. The lights were on and he crouched down, staring at the remains of a phone as his back was turned to Minho.

He hadn't made a sound, there was no way he could have known he entered the room and yet Lincoln still spoke.

"Well, this isn't good. I wonder what she must saw. Any ideas?"

At first, Minho was sure he was taking to himself but then Lincoln turned slightly and fixated his gaze on Minho's.

"N-no," Minho stammered.

"No? Haven't quite coaxed it out of her yet?"

"She's still... Recovering."

Lincoln stood up, easily towering over the younger boy.

"First thing she did after smashing it was run to your room. I didn't know you guys were close."

"I wouldn't say close... Friends, maybe. But close?"

"Also heard you went out on a walk around earlier on, returning with a broken laptop."

"Dropped it in the water," he lied.

"Water? You went down to the river? The two of you?"

"Three. Changbin too."

Lincoln looked perplexed to say the least but still nodded.

"I see..."

"I should get to bed now. I guess I'll see you in the morning. Good night," Minho quickly left, growing uneasy in Lincoln's presence.

***

Did Paige sleep in Minho's room that night? Yes, on the bed. Did Changbin sleep there too? Yes, on the couch. And Minho? No, he paced around. So much was on his mind and he swore he saw a number of red flashes from cameras and sound recorders coming from all over his room.

Although also dangerous, he had to admit that being in a mafia was ten times less terrifying that serving for the Society. He felt naked with all the hidde devices that watched his every move. And then there was the Rebellion. Someone within the hideout had to be working for them.

Right now, all arrows pointed at Lincoln. He was acting strange and a bit too creepy for Minho's liking. But he was the Head of the Society. If they attacked him, the whole Society attacks them. That was practically suicide.

At about seven in the morning, Paige jolted awake.

"Where am I?" She demanded, glaring at Minho in confusion.

"Calm down, Paige. You just fell asleep in here last night."

She scanned him.

"You didn't try anything, did you?"