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 H I R T E E N 🎧▷ like crazy - jimin "i'd rather be lost in the lights"
Yeonjun and Haru were unmistakably drunk, clanking shot glasses full of their favorite fruity soju flavors over the bass of whatever American song blasted from the speakers. They were yelling over the noise, balancing laughing with each other and consoling a grumpy Jungkook at the same time. And kind of failing at it.
When Yeonjun walked into the office that morning, the aura of Jungkook's despair was almost too strong to ignore—especially since it was so distracting, and quite frankly, contagious.
He had asked, "What the fuck is it now?" to which Jungkook just glared at him from his desk.
It seemed like the detective always had a string of different problems every week.
When Haru asked him a little later about his problems, no doubt put up to the task by Yeonjun himself, Jungkook caved in and admitted everything to his younger coworker.
Well... Not everything.
The morning after... everything, Jungkook felt so fucking guilty that he called Mika and broke up with her on the spot. He had explained that work was rough right now, and that the fact that The Flaming Four knew who he was meant that everyone close to him was in danger.
It wasn't anything permanent, not really. "A small break," are the words he'd used, actually.
It wasn't necessarily a lie, but... at the same time, his entire breakup was orchestrated from layers of guilt and secrecy and deception. So, in a way... it completely was.
Spending an hour or two alone with Yamada Satsuki made him all sorts of tainted. He loathed it, and at the same time, could do nothing but sit in this club and wish he could see her again. Just once. Or twice.
He'd been miserable all day because of it—that irresistible feeling of Suki on his skin, that guilt that followed it, and then that sorrow of betraying Mika. Seven fucking years... thrown away for some criminal.
A very devastatingly beautiful criminal. One who was terrifyingly addicting.
It was why Yeonjun and Haru dragged Jungkook to a club in Gangnam in the first place. What better way to drown your sorrows after a breakup than with liquor and dancing? It was the only way they knew how to handle consoling someone who'd just went through a breakup of seven long years. Perhaps Annie would've made better progress, but she was on a date.
Yeonjun and Haru spent the first thirty minutes trying to shovel shots down Jungkook's throat, yelling at him over the music to just forget about Mika for one night, and then the next thirty getting drunk themselves. It was not that effective.
