YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL ── hyunlix

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    Keys jingled in Hyunjin's hands as he shuffled through them to find the keys to his apartment door.

Hyunjin didn't finish the initial report of the crime scene before Seungmin and some of the other team members got back to the office. Rather than coming home directly when he was finished, he was left talking to someone about it. First it was Seungmin, and then he was left talking to Rivera.

He didn't mind, but he did want to get home: he didn't want to be stuck there any longer, not when he had a nice comfortable bed to get to.

So, once he was given the opportunity to leave, he left. Not even a goodbye left his lips as he walked through the small cluster of people.

He was sure that that alone just tired him out even more. There was a sound of barking inside of his apartment. He wanted to believe, though, that it came from the apartment from behind him. He didn't own a dog.

And it didn't set in his head that his neighbors didn't own a dog until after he opened the door.

The high pitched barking just got louder, more defensive the moment he walked into the room. The second he caught sight of the tricolored canine on his floor, guarding his chevron rug territorially. The sight of an angry chihuahua yapping at him woke him up faster than the Black Death coffee he tried to drink in the morning.

After shaking off the adrenaline that almost sent him flying back out the door, Hyunjin stepped closer to the rug cautiously. The small dog looked like he wanted to eat him.

"Hey- hey little buddy," he said softly, swallowing thickly to mask the nervousness coating his voice. Dogs can't sense fear, right? "Where'd you come from?"

The dog yipped, and for a moment Hyunjin was convinced someone just shoved it through the window.

As he took a step closer, slowly bending his knees, the dog yipped at him again and ran in a circle. Once the full circle was completed, the dog bolted away from him, barking along the way. His eyebrows furrowed, and he swallowed thickly before he followed the dog.

"Where'd you go?"

"No, Kkami, shush!"

Immediately, Hyunjin's hand found a spot on the stun gun that was strapped to his side. He may not have known where the dog came from, but he did know another thing for sure: whoever just spoke, he didn't know.

"FBI Special agent Samuel Hwang. Whoever you are," Hyunjin called, taking a few cautious steps towards the closet door. "You have thirty seconds to make yourself known before I shoot. That was a warning."

It was silent after he spoke, aside from the dog scurrying on the ground around the closet and yapping at Hyunjin. It was almost like he was guarding it. Under any other circumstance, Hyunjin would have found some form of humor in the way the dog was pacing back and forth along the white door.

After standing there for a moment, there was shuffling inside of his closet, and his hand immediately gripped the stun gun.

"Please don't shoot." This time the voice was deeper than before, and Hyunjin took a small step back in slight surprise.

As soon as the closet door began to open, Hyunjin pulled the stun gun from it's holster, holding it in front of him as if it were the pistol he left back in his desk at the office. The closet opened slowly, too slowly. In turn to that, Hyunjin began to take side steps towards the opening, keeping the stun gun pointed in front of him.

The closet door stopped opening after a moment, and the person inside began to rise from their knees. The long brown hair on top of their head moved slightly, and eventually the person was on his feet, his hands raised upwards to show he wasn't holding any weapons.