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I was still sleeping like a baby, when I jumped to a sound. I repeat I live alone, I don't personally like using my gun that I have for my job in my personal life. I slid my nightstand drawer open and grabbed it. When I walked out, I was meet by a bat.

*hour later*

I groaned, my hand immediately going to my pounding head. I hissed and pulled back, my eyes focusing the best they could to my fingers. Some still wet blood, I pushed myself off my hall floor. My alarms going off, I noticed my house is a mess.

"Well shit,"

I walked into my room, I dialed Seok. Two rings he picked up, his groggy voice sounded "Jin? You don't usually call," me still in sever pain, "get to my house you were just sent the address: basis, someone broke in and I may need medical help~" I say quickly "shit- on my way!" I sat on the floor.

"Jin!" I didn't know how long it was, I was kind of still a little out of it. "My room!" I say and I see him come running. "Shit," he carefully looked at my head. "I don't know who it was," I explained what happened. The medical personnel came in and took me to the hospital for Evaluation.

*seok pov*

I was so worried for him, my body didn't even think I just ran. Anyone would. I was at the hospital with Jin, I left the police to process the scene. The doctor came out. "Well, he doesn't have a concussion which is very lucky, guessing Jin-Ho is truly tough even out of MMA," even the doctor knows him. I thanked him.

I went in and he looked over at me. His eyes barely showing emotion. "How did they get in?" He asked, "jimmied the lock, otherwise nothing so far," I informed him and he nodded. I apologized for it happening and that we will get to the bottom of it.

*jin pov*

I was angry, but we don't even know who to be angry at. I was cleared to go, but ordered to stay in the office and do office work at the police department, which bothered me. I wanted to be out looking for the criminal who broke into my house.

I looked at the crime scene report, there wasn't any finger prints. But there was a few fabric and hair strand there that wasn't mine. But no roots to pull DNA and the fabric was a everyday name brand jacket. So no evidence, and I never got a look of their face or faces.

Seok knocked on my door "suffering and sufferer come in," I say and he stepped in and closed the door. "Nothing," I say and he nodded "I heard," he said carefully checking my bandage. I didn't need any stitches just some glue I can't get wet for five days.

*later that afternoon*

I decided to clock out and go home, clean up anything and get new locks on my door. I got the stuff I needed for the doorknob. After I changed the locks, I had three keys, one im gonna use, and two for spares.

I cleaned up all the mess that was made, I groaned as I was annoyed. My full face helmet has Bluetooth so my phones connected. I grabbed my bike keys and walked out, adjusted my bikers jacket. I turned my music on and played Asking Alexander Alone again. Thinking cause I'm Korean I'll listen to Kpop, I mean I do, but I also listen to other bands and genre of music.

I was driving down the road to a gym, it has a place where I can do my MMA. It's an hour away and I need to fill up when I get there. I'm gonna take out my aggression one way or another.

Once I got there, I warmed up and mentally prepared myself. I stared at the punching bag I was gonna use, I hummed to myself my Bluetooth earbuds in my ear. Rest in piece by Dorothy started to play. I went in on the punch bag, focusing on kicking first then slowly adding combinations.

Then went to punching, then adding combinations that way. I was letting all the frustrations out, life flashing to the time in the military and all the action I seen, then the anger of having an ex the way I did. I got pulled away from my trance to my phone.

Seok.

I wonder what he needs, I answered as I grabbed my helmet. "Hello, Seok?" I say out of breath, and walked out the gym. "You okay?" He asked and I chuckled "yeah, went to the gym, anyways," I say and he cleared his throat. "We got a lead on who broke into your house," my attention was fully on the call.

I stopped walking, standing next to my bike, "who?" I asked throwing my leg over my bike to straddle it. "Some dude by the name of.." I heard papers rustling, such a mess. "Lucas Beckett," I strapped my helmet as the Bluetooth on it connected and I put my phone in its holder.

"Continue," I say as I start my bike up, "your gonna drive?!" I laughed "Bluetooth, continue" I said firmly. I wanna know more about this Lucas Beckett, since he broke into my house. "Well, Beckett is a known criminal, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, so on and so forth," I stopped at a red light.

"Track record is high with him isn't it? Any jail time?" I asked tapping my fingers on my gas tank, my bike happy to be full of go-go juice. "Never been caught, he must have some high resources," great, so he never had any jail time. Nobody can catch him.

That's when I grin, "we gonna be the first!" I say as I was driving to the police department.