Beneath the Surface // Moonsun

Chapter 13

Yongsun's POV

It's been two days since "date night" and I begin to dread the following Monday morning. Now that I am completely and permanently resigned from being a police officer, I am now a full-time student in the Crescent Clan training academy. Police Academy all over again, but this time with more lessons on how to efficiently sell ecstasy.

I've been attempting to use the equipment in the exercise room more, knowing a few years of fairly uneventful police duty hasn't been kind to my body. I'd gone soft. Got lazy. Standing front of the mirror, I mourn the remains of what used to be my abs, poking at my stomach.

"You're gonna die tomorrow Yongsun." I tell myself, pacing back to the pole in the center of the room. "After two years of abstinence. Self-inflicted of course." I lean my spine against it, sliding down to the floor.

The past couple of days have been long. It isn't that I've missed the Crescent Clan, but without my job as a law enforcer the only person I have to talk to is myself - and I hate doing that half of the time. Loneliness does some strange things to a person. It makes them think of the way a certain despicable person's murderer hands felt trailing their spine or the way their husky voice said their name.

Distance only makes the heart grow fonder, Byulyi had chirped as they dropped her back off at the restaurant to pick up her car. I had flipped her off, of course.

That's the schtick. The dance we dance and the game we play. It's starting to feel a little more dangerous with each passing day.

Some prideful, angry part of me doesn't want Byulyi to win because I do feel a strong sense of hatred towards her for what's she done to me. Some other part knows once she has me she'll grow bored and toss me aside like a poor mistress. Another glaring part of me does not give a fuck.

I can shove whatever I'm feeling deep inside me for now but I know I'll be in the clan until I die or until I become too worthless to do anything. I don't even know what I'm doing in the inner circle of the Crescent Clan now.

Wheein is the second-in-command and the informant, Hyejin handles and assists the members on the streets, and Krystal does the dirty work I guess. I don't even know what Byulyi does except for call the shots and stride around like she owns the town. She doesn't.

Lin's Clan is is the only clan appearing in the Newport news and the adjacent counties. Armed robbery this, murder in the first degree that. No one gets caught and if they do they're dead. The police have no real leads as I far as I know; only desperate guesses and scapegoats. No headquarters location, no idea what town they originate from.

The Crescent Clan is a petty gang who keeps drugs on the streets with an unidentifiable leader. All quiet business. Doesn't cause a stir. Maybe someone'll end up missing or dead one day and the police immediately transfer that case to the cold case file. The Crescent Clan just doesn't instill the same kind of immediate fear as Lin's Clan. No one cares about them. All things I will never mention to Byulyi.

She takes a lot of shit from me but I can see the soft spot she holds for her clan. It's the only thing I think she cares about other than Wheein. I feel as if I mess around with either of those topics she would not hesitate to kill me.

The good thing about their irrelevance is that the police are not going to waste precious resources for them. The only real worry is Lin's Clan destroying the Crescent Clan either through violence or undermining them to into nonexistent.

My phone starts to vibrate through the thin material of my sweatpants and I dig it out, looking at the private number. My breath hitches in my throat at the possibility of who it could be and I can't tell if it's from excitement or fear.