"What's going on with you?"
Your smile faltered a little bit. You knew Saeyoung was starting to get suspicious, but you hadn't expected him to get this confrontational about it — let alone follow you around. That wasn't really his M.O.
"You caught me," you said, shrugging your shoulders and putting on your worst possible German accent. Or was it Russian? Either way, it sucked. "My name is Agent 606, someone on the deep web hired me to—"
"You've barely come on the messenger since the party," he interjected, unrelenting. "I can tell you're hiding something."
You gasped dramatically. "Oh no! You found out I haven't actually eaten yet? Please don't tell Yoosung!"
He glared at you. "I'll find out myself if I have to."
You rested your hands on your hips, sighing. "You already did a background check on me, Seven. I have nothing to hide."
He shrugged, leaning against the alleyway wall. "So it seems. But internet sweeps can't tell me everything."
"Then I guess we're at a bit of an impasse, aren't we?"
"There are other ways," he stared at you from the corner of his eye, "to get people talking."
You jumped a bit, caught a little off guard by that not-so-thinly-veiled threat. Not that he'd actually do anything to you, but … still. His tone was unsettling.
"Ooooh, what a sadist," you chuckled, trying to play it off. "I'd kinkshame, but uh, between you and me my husband's tastes are also a bit… well, I drew the line when he brought out the cat ears."
You thought he might at least smirk at that, but instead he looked sort of… no, that wasn't possible, was it? He couldn't possibly remember anything, especially when it technically didn't even happen. You shifted uncomfortably.
"You think I wouldn't?" he replied, edging himself toward you. "Don't be so sure of that. How I act on the messenger—"
Ugh, this shtick again. You crossed your arms, gritting your teeth and glaring down at the ground. "I know you a lot better than you think, Sae—" Your face went pale. "S-Seven."
He stopped, expression blank. "What did you say?"
Shit, shit, shit.
"I have to go, Jumin's expecting—" You started to walk past him, but he grabbed you by the wrist. "H-Hey! Let go!"
"Tell me how you know."
You tried to pull away. His grip tightened.
"Tell me how you know," he repeated, almost whispering. "No more secrets."
You scoffed. "Y'know, that's pretty rich coming from you. V told me."
He blinked, letting you go. "I don't believe you."
"He came over for dinner one evening and let your name slip, big whoop," you lied, staring up at him and rubbing your wrist. He wouldn't believe you if you told him the truth, anyway. "He said we shouldn't mention it because you'd get upset, so I panicked a bit there. I'm sorry."
He paused for a moment. "V promised he'd never—"
"Well, he had a lot on his mind. And he probably had too much to drink, too, so don't be too hard on him," you said, lowering your voice. "Look, I'm sorry I haven't been on the messenger lately. I have a life outside the RFA, same as anyone, but I promise I won't disappear, okay?" You turned away from him. "I'll see you later, Sev—"
"V doesn't drink."
There was a moment of silence between the two of you.
"You know what? Fine. Fine!" You turned and looked him dead in the eye. "I'm a time traveler, Saeyoung Choi. Happy?"