Beneath the Surface // Moonsun

Chapter 7

Yongsun's POV

It's been days since a part of the Crescent Clan was permanently cleaved into my skin. When I got home and away from prying eyes, I cried for much longer than I care to admit. It felt as if a part of me had been taken away and replaced with something foreign and cold.

Days pass by without me feeling much, noticing less. No longer on patrol, I spend my work hours finalizing my case reports and paperwork and my free hours lying on my bed with my consciousness and unconsciousness indistinguishable. Occasionally I remember to eat.

It doesn't feel right letting this Moon woman affect me in such a way. I could staple her mouth shut and claw out her throat so her husky voice and crooked smirk can never taunt me again.

I place my head on my desk with a groan. I sound psychotic. Probably'll turn into a psycho by the time they're done with me. If you live that long in a gang, you've had to have lost some fundamentally human part about you.

My phone buzzes metallically against one of my manilla folders. I glance up at the unknown number and sigh before accepting it.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Kim, it's been ages." It's the boss's voice comes from the other side of the line with a teasing lilt. I don't say anything. There's a soft chuckle. "Once you get off work, I want you to come to the address I text you. We have a little demonstration planned for you today."

I close my eyes, heaving a deep sigh.

"Answer me when I speak to you." The teasing lilt is gone, in its place the hard voice of a clan leader.

"Yes, boss."

"And no pit stops, Yongsun. I don't like to be kept waiting."

The line goes dead and I place my head back on my desk. Back to business then.

The address takes me to a warehouse on the seaport. One of those half-shed, half-office types. Unsurprising enough. The curious part is how they don't draw suspicion in such a busy part of the town. I know that Derek has lead a few searches of these warehouses, but not near enough of them. Might have something to do with the sheriff that seems involved in the Crescent Clan.

I find the side door that I was instructed to take on the far side of the warehouse, facing the sea. I understand how they're integrating me into their clan. Slowly introducing me to more and more physical locations, making sure I won't rat them out immediately. I have no plan for betrayal despite how much I despise my boss and her tricks. I'd just go to jail right along with the rest of them and be trapped in a box looking over my shoulder for that killing blow.

I rap on the metal door with a tiny window high up above my head and shiver from the autumn seabreeze against by back. I only had a t-shirt and jeans in my car to change into. My police uniform was not an option.

Instead of Wheein, Krystal throws open the door and stands in the center of the doorway looking at me. Her shark eyes roam over my body once - twice - and her mouth scrunches in distaste. I know I look gaunt, a bit drab - enough people at work told me this - but I don't really care, especially about her opinion. It's been a rough couple of days.

"You look disgusting and homeless."

"Okay."

"So what's the password?" She asks, crossing her arms.

"What?" I shrug. "I didn't get a password."

"Well that sucks." She retreats behind the door's frame and slams it shut, narrowly missing my face.