DEPUTY - woosan (crime)

041

" Yeah. I can guarantee you that San is head over heels for that boy. Wooyoung's got San practically wrapped around his pinky. " Jongho spoke while chuckling, and Changbin stared at him wide eyes.

" Really? Because from what I've seen San doesn't care about anyone else but himself. " Changbin spoke, and Jongho sighed. " It's really the other way around, believe it or not. "
" I doubt that, he needs serious help because from the information I've gathered, he's anything but sane in that head, I seriously don't think someone that messed up cares for someone like Wooyoung who won't even hurt a fly. " Changbin spoke.

" You don't know San like Wooyoung do, don't judge a book by it's cover. "

Changbin was about to justify his case but gets interrupted when Jongho revvs the engine of his car. The sound of wheels screeching against the asphalt before he sped off into the night, leaving Changbin alone to wonder where Wooyoung really was, and what he really was doing.

What he wasn't prepared for, however, that that was gonna be the last time he was gonna see Wooyoung for weeks, possibly even months to come.

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A day earlier

" Did you get it? " One of the cloaked people asks huskily under their breath, pulling off their hood as they watch Changbin and Wooyoung speed off in their car. The cloaked person asking the question sounded feminine, as if they were a lady in their late 20s to early 30s.

The person didn't reply, and just held the two or 3 pieces of hair strands up infront of the other people while chuckling. " Now. We got you. Wooyoung. " The person spoke, obviously a man based on the fact alone that his voice was as deep as it could get.

" Brilliant, Mr. X is gonna love this. " The lady smirks to herself at the thought of making the mysterious man known as Mr. X proud. It was all of the cloaked people's goal, to make Mr. X proud of them, then they'd be rewarded with the promises of their lives, they'll want for nothing, and finally receive the things they could only dream of.

" And why have you brought me this? " Mr. X asks, lifting an eyebrow as he reaches for the small plastic bag given from one of the men infront of him. " Is this of any value? It's a plastic bag. " He remarked, analyzing it and adjusting his glasses.

" Sir. Let me. " One of the ladies from the cloaked people spoke, reaching her hand out gesturing for him to hand the plastic bag over. He does so with some suspicion, he eyes the other people warily as the lady fishes a pair of tweezers out of her pocket while the other people carefully unzips the zip-lock on the bag.

" This. My master, " The lady spoke, carefully pulling out a piece of hair strand from the bag. It was barely noticeable in the dim lighting from the office where he sat, Bangchan stepped closer to the lady and narrowed his eyes - trying to get a glimpse of what the tweezers gently grasped. The tweezers held the delicate hair strand as if it was gonna snap at any moment. " This.. is DNA of Wooyoung. This crucial evidence will lead us directly to his database including all his info and eventual addresses, social media and so on. " The lady explains, shining a small flashlight on the piece of DNA. The hair strand lit up like a shine diamond and Mr. X almost smiled. Almost.

" Once we receive his data we'll track him immediately. Send someone with a fake identity to lure him and capture him. " The girl explains enthusiastically, hoping for Mr. X's approval.