Connected crimes never happened in Seoul.
No murder streaks. No grouped kidnappings. No suicide groups...just no criminal connections in general. Not until Kim Joonmyeon arrived...
Kim Joonmyeon was supposedly a missing boy from fifteen years ago. H...
(A/N: Don't play the song yet.) (Song: Evening - Naruto OST #1)
Suho's P.O.V We walked down an empty street, no cars to be seen. He held me so lovingly in his arms. The only thing in my memory was everything except what happened to me. I don't remember him, but he's so important to me...so familiar.
"I'll take you home, okay? Let's go to the SRU station first." I slowly nodded. I knew nothing about a SRU, whatever it was. I felt several eyes tearing into my soul. Looking around, the crowd was somewhat scowling at me. I felt so scared...I suddenly felt him lift me up, so I squealed. I heard him let out chuckle. The most beautiful thing I've ever heard. He held me bridal style as I felt a drop land on my face. Rain; my sanctuary, my sunshine.
I blushed when I caught him glancing at me. He carried me in silence, but he then decided to break the ice. "You didn't answer me earlier. Why were you left in the street?" Jaebum looked straight ahead with a stone-cold expression. Again, there was a dead silence. I pondered the question only to find blank spaces in my mind. The more I tried to remember, the more my head effortlessly throbbed in pain. "I can't remember. It hurts when I try." I witnessed him sneak a glance at me, as if he tried to detect my lies, if I had any. "I guess we'll find out when we get there. What about your parents?" Again, a dead silence. I remember my mother looking so pale in the winter days; my father ruthlessly trying to hold a smile while in war. Depression and doubt. They were granted that, counting down the days until I had to run away. Soon, I failed.
(A/N: PLAY THE SONG)
I felt healthy, yet I still resigned in his arms. "I can walk. Is that enough?" At my own words I flinched. I felt healthy and stupid. "Are you sure?" A pang resonated through my chest, relentless ripples evenly distributed my pain when a gleam of sorrow shined in his eyes. I nodded and he set me down. My feet slightly stung from the bitter cold cement. I loved it. The hem of the crew rode up my lower body with every step. I hated it. Shyly, I tugged the crew down, only to cover half of my thighs at most. Jaebum saw my demise through the corner of his eye and came to a halt in front of me. I bumped into him from behind, then he suddenly snuck behind me and shrugged off his trench coat. He guided me into the sleeves, making me blush as he pressed against me. From behind, he buttoned the coat and whispered to me. "There...I'll get you some leggings and boxers from the wash when we get to the SRU, okay?"
"Ne...."
".........Why are you so quiet?"
"I don't know what to talk about. Especially with you." Dumb. Ass. I might as well wear a harness on my face and go 'HEE HAW' every five seconds. So coldly without notice, I escape his arms. "So, you're speechless when you're with me?" I didn't answer. My feet rooted themselves into the cement, my breathing hitches, and I no longer feel like myself. "I'll take that as a compliment." The coat reeked of his lustrous scent. Cologne, sweat and strawberries. The trench coat gave me his warmth, and I let out a sigh.
We kept walking for what seemed like a few minutes until Jaebum stopped me in front of a building.
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It seemed like an average federal bureau institution, yet another world was inside. Even from the lobby. Inside was another set of glass doors, and simple, black chairs lined the wall. Through the glass I saw them. Several have power walked to and fro while some were even running. Not a single one of them wore a color besides black. Black pants, black shoes, black shirts...just plain black. Every woman in sight sped past with files in one hand, a hair tie between their lips, and the tiniest evidence of sweat on their foreheads. The men were seen pushing small carts filled with piles of paperwork. Both seemed to be at their limit, but working at an SRU, like this, is obviously more challenging.
In the center of the room were a few receptionists "giving orders" from behind the counter. Four monitors were in each corner, accompanied by the usual keyboard and mouse. Papers that were highlighted, written on, or left completely blank, were littered across the counter. Only two receptionists were there, yet one of them had a messy look among himself. He seemed to have been sitting there all night & day, to the point where he had to live on five mugs of caffeinated drinks and an entire trashbin full of Mountain Dew Kickstarts. Currently, a thin line of saliva is running to his chin from his gaping mouth. His eyelids were closed shut and countless rounds of snoring reached my ears. He seemed to resemble a child in that grey and black sweater as his glasses rested next to him on the countertop.
"Stay here." Jaebum said. I sat down into one of the chairs, crossing my legs daintily as I eyed him walking through the doors. He took a sharp right, giving small gestures of greetings every once in a while. Then he vanished behind the wall, leaving me alone to think. "Are you Hyung's other half?" Well...almost alone. A fetus with pink hair stood with a hand to his mouth, as if he just now realized that he has summoned the devil. "No. I'm not." He lets out a breath I didn't recognize him holding and extends a hand. "Oh...Sorry. I'm Yugyeom by the way!" I murmur a "Suho" and silently accepted his hand. A smile so big and innocent seems a bit too much; so much it's terrifying.
A man living with a fetus's brain should be illegal. If only I could bite his pretty little face off....
