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 W E L V E 🎧▷ arson (rock ver.) - j-hope "do i put out the fire or burn even brighter"
Suki was losing her mind. It had only been a day since she snuck out of Jungkook's apartment at dawn, Hoseok's file safely tucked beneath her sweater. The days stretched longer and the sun was always scorching, and it didn't help her at all when her mind would drift to every lewd thought of him and heat her body even more than before.
It was scary. Suki rarely hooked up, and for good reason too, but when she did seek those meaningless moments, they were always just barely gracing the surface of satisfaction.
Jungkook didn't even reach that. He surpassed it. The sex was great. The sex was amazing. But it's because of who he was that made it so much more. The idea that touching him in that way was so forbidden, so wrong, just made her feel all the more tempted to do it again.
The smart thing to do would be to forget about it altogether. It was not smart to fool around with the same person who was so adamant on her capture. She should regret it. Bury it deep within the rubble of all her other semi-nice thoughts about Jungkook.
But... Fuck. She couldn't.
She was never going to touch him again. That was something she tried to promise to herself. But that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to think about him. Or... look at him. Or... speak to him. Right?
The night sky watched over the city when Suki got home that night. She had just gotten back from an assignment, where she was in no mood to seduce another man into their death. She made the kill as quick as possible and left just as fast. And besides, she needed to keep a low profile anyway.
The Stack was eerily empty when she returned. The kitchen light was on, and only that, but every other light was off. It was nights like these, where the guys were seemingly all out, that the prickly feeling in her stomach was at its worst.
Spending days wondering where Hoseok was, was bad enough. She couldn't lose all of them. She couldn't. And that worry was always heightened when coming home to an empty place.
She dropped her things onto the kitchen table and made her way to the window, sliding it up to reveal the stairway to the roof. She climbed out and walked up the stairs, the empty rooftop greeting her.
She never admitted it, nor did anyone else, but somewhere along the way, the rooftop had become a place of peace. A place to soak up the solitude, to sit in your own silence after every inhumane act.
She was only up there for ten minutes when she heard footsteps on the creaky, metal stairs and looked over from where she'd been staring at the city skyline. At the sight of him, her shoulders relaxed even despite the way her chest tightened.
