DEPUTY - woosan (crime)

046

The flame ignites within him, his spirit ablaze with the fire that dances in his dark eyes.

His name and memories engraved and sealed to the house he once lived in, burning to the ground. He watched as memories once vivid and alive slowly perished to ashes, the crackling and popping of the fire echoed out in the chilling silence of the once chaotic and loud gunshots he'd found himself in.

Cradling him in his arms, he felt the violent tremors that racked the body. Gazing into the other's eyes, a fierce resolve took hold of him. He saw life slowly draining from the other's eyes and felt his world turn upside down.

His hands trembled, splattered with his blood, he held the boy close to his chest as he just sobbed and sobbed. All that work for nothing, all that work just for him to perish in his arms, leaving him stone cold with nothing, and no one but himself to blame.

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San woke up with a start, his body tense with tremors. His heart was beating a million beats a minute and sweat was dripping down his body, a tantalizing remainder that this is reality and he was still human and alive. And that what he just went through was all just a dream.

He slowly sunk back down on the bed, his back hitting the soft materials beneath him. A soft yet low sigh left his chapped lips when his head sunk into the pillow. One of his hands on his chest and the other stretched out beside him. An inner part of him wished Wooyoung was laying atop his arm, with his head resting on San's bicep, but it was no use. He wasn't there, and San is left alone with his cruel, cold thoughts.

He stared at the clock, 01:12, it's still pitch-black outside, a perfect match for his current state of mind. He licked his lips slowly, wetting his dry, bitten lips as his brain started portraying Wooyoung standing infront of him. San could perfectly recall Wooyoung's cautious and almost nervous look in his eyes when he'd first seen him bare and vulnerable without any clothes. It was almost enough to make San coo. Wooyoung was usually never shy when being intimate, it's just that San's intense gaze when they were together was enough to send chills down anyone's spine. It's like a dagger being held to your throat. Like you know you're going to die yet unaware of when.

San zoned out from the real world as he watched the imaginary Wooyoung approaching, he reached out and tried to touch Wooyoung and pull him in. The door swung open, catching San off guard. The imaginary Wooyoung disappeared into thin air, leaving San disappointed. There, in the doorway stood Hongjoong with a cautious expression painting his usual stern and rather authoritative face.

" How are you doing? " He asks, gently shutting the door, ignoring the small glare San gave him. The smaller had no idea he interrupted a scenario San was playing in his mind. " I'm fine. " San barked back, sitting up more and crossing his arms defensively over his chest.

Hongjoong paused. " What were  you doing? " He murmured, looking at San laying on the bed.
" Nothing. " He mumbled in response, sitting up straight and groaning lightly. He'd forgotten that he nearly died just the day before. Excruciating pains shot from his head down to his spine and right down to his toes. His whole body hurt. From top to bottom. He feels human for once. Weak, frail and vulnerable.

" Alright.. " He murmured, looking from San to the clock. 01:14. Time was passing by painfully yet ridiculously slowly. He checked his watch for good measure before adjusting his coat. The only sounds between them other than their faint occasional breaths were the distant yet close snow dropping outside. Winter was fully begun. It was December 30th after all.
Time had passed so quickly.