In a city that never sleeps and always rains, The Flaming Four are the reason for locked doors and untrusting eyes. They're a group of hitmen, infamous for deaths all around the city. It's the fear they stir up that starts a long war between them an...
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T E N 🎧▷ meddle about - chase atlantic "we only met each other just the other day but you already got me feeling some type of way"
ON TODAYS NEWS The Flaming Four have wreaked havoc on the city. Citizens have begun to retaliate, instead taking their fear out on Seoul's police departments. Following the fatal bombing of several respected police officers, The Chemist and The Temptress, who we now know to be Yamada Satsuki, have continued to remain busy without fail. The Bomber and The Sniper, however, have seemingly disappeared. Only two out of four remain active, but the fear only worsens from here. And it makes sense, doesn't it? At first, The Flaming Four may have been the ones behind the gun, but they never fired until they were paid. What does their most recent reckless and groundless crime of mass murder mean for us citizens now? If The Flaming Four were training the city to lose hope, they have undoubtedly succeeded.
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Jungkook tossed the newspaper onto his once again messy desk, leaving it discarded beside his manila folders and empty coffee cups. He slouched into his chair, a sigh falling through his lips as he stretched the tension out of his shoulders. He's seen stressed before—been there, done that—but this was something else. Something deeper. He had not felt stress this immense ever before.
It was evident in everything he did. His mind was completely focused on The Flaming Four and no one but them. It was torture, but he replayed that night they'd kidnapped him over and over again in his mind. From the way The Chemist and The Bomber moved, to the way Suki spoke—to the way she smelled. Looked. Smiled. Fuck. It left little time to properly sleep, or speak, or eat, or do anything if not think of them. Of her.
He eyed the manila folders sitting on his desk. Profiles for three out of four of The Flaming Four—an ID picture of each face clipped onto the edge of them. He should be celebrating the fact. It's what he's been working for for months.
But he kept thinking about how foolish that dream was. He could wish upon endless days that he'd uncover the identities of The Flaming Four, but what good did that come with if he had no idea where they even were?
His eyes were trained onto the screen of his laptop, the webpage being left open to reveal Dane Mason's online obituary. He didn't compose a message to post on his wall, nor did he read any of them. He just stared at Dane's face—at the heart-aching words written in his eulogy: Dane Mason was a hero.
"Hey," Annie appeared beside Jungkook's desk, and he glanced up, gently shutting his laptop and the thoughts of the contents within it.
"What's up?" He tried to appear normal as if throughout this whole week, he's been completely fine.
"We're going out tonight. You, me, Yeonjun, and Haru."
