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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E L E V E N 🎧▷ call out my name - the weeknd "i said i didn't feel nothing, baby but i lied"
Suki stuck around in Myeongdong for only ten more minutes before she made her move.
She had to make sure Jungkook was going back to his coworkers—make sure he was positively going to spend the night out with them. When she saw him sit down beside Yeonjun in that tiny little restaurant, she left straight for Gangnam.
The bus ride took her over the Han River, where she watched the lights on the bridge reflect off the calm water through the windows and past her reflection. Her mind often wandered to the feeling of Jungkook throughout the short ride, but it mostly stayed somewhere else. Somewhere more important.
She was dropped off in front of Jungkook's apartment building. Her hood was down as she walked through the threshold of the lobby and avoided eyes of passerby's. She made her way to the elevators, pressing the button to go up and patiently waited for an elevator to ding.
Throughout the whole ride up to his floor, she knew it was wrong that she had just did what she did with Jungkook—whatever it is they just did—and then proceed to break into his apartment. But the world raging inside of Suki's mind was a lot bigger than him. What he doesn't know, wouldn't hurt him.
At his door, she worked to pick his lock in two mere minutes—something Hoseok taught her before... Well... before all this. The door swung open to a dark apartment, the curtains on the windows drawn shut. Suki let the door close behind her as she flickered the kitchen light on, illuminating the living room with it.
Under different circumstances, she would've properly acknowledged that he had a nice place.
But she wasn't there for a tour. She was there to gather information.
A couple days ago, when she had been sitting with Yoongi on their rooftop, she told him that the police knew about Hoseok. That fear they shared, she thought it was only going to be temporary, but it's been days and she hadn't seen Hoseok since.
They were never supposed to wonder about each other's whereabouts, but that silly little rule didn't stop Suki from caring. Hoseok hadn't come back to The Stack in a very long time. His bedroom door remained untouched. The TV remote too. The shoes she's sworn she always picked up had been on the ground because Hoseok wasn't around to tell her otherwise. He was gone. And maybe she wasn't supposed to, but she needed to know why.
Suki concluded there must've been three possibilities.
One: The police found him and had him locked up.
Two: He snuck out of Seoul without telling anybody and went back to Gwangju to be with his family.
Or three, which Suki didn't even want to think about: The Flame had silenced him indefinitely.
