You and Haechan are best friends.
Haechan disappears when he is tweleve.
Fourteen years later you are a rogue cop with your name on a crime syndicate's dead man list.
It just so happens the boss resembles the best friend you thought was dead.
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"I don't need the details, just brief me on what's relevant."
Renjun nods and slides the folder over. Donghyuk doesn't hesitate to open it. He's greeted by a grainy photograph, a profile taken on a street somewhere. Donghyuk lingers on the photo for a minute. It's the kind of face you never forget, recognize even if you're meters apart.
"(Y/F/N), aged twenty-six. In the foster care system until age eighteen. Got her bachelors in criminal justice and forensics with a minor in law at Seoul National, full scholarship. Graduated at the top of her class. Accepted at Korean National Police University shortly after and pursued training there. She was offered the position of Inspector immediately after graduation but rejected it. She moved back to Seoul, and has since served on the National Police Force. She worked up the ladder, starting as policeman, and rose to Inspector level within a year. She was given an award by the mayor of Seoul, actually, which is pretty impressive," at Donghyuk's pointed look Renjun continues. "As of sixteen months ago, she cut off all affiliation with the National Police Agency."
Donghyuk blinks, looks up from the sea of credentials, awards, and gold medals that adorn her file. "What, why?"
"She quit."
Donghyuk frowns. "That doesn't make sense."
"There isn't a clear reason."
"What's she been doing for sixteen months?"
Renjun gestures for him to turn the page. "She went private. She took various clients, various odd jobs. Some lady's dog went missing, someone wanted to find a long lost cousin, that sort of stuff. This was on and off for about two months. But then, there were sightings."
Donghyuk flips the page. "It started small. She started going underground, talking to people. She was collecting information, research. Who sold what, where to go to get goods, who to go to when you needed someone to disappear; your basic black market scene. But then, she started acting on that information." Donghyuk looks at the photos of beat up thugs and trashed clubs, apartment buildings up in flames and yellow tape surrounding crime scenes. He glances down the list of events (Y/N) was involved in, accused of; she skims over the names of people arrested, people outed. People dead.
"Drug cartels, traffickers, small gangs, corrupt businessmen. Your typical scum." Donghyuk flips the page, flips another as the list goes on.
"She also started taking new clients, people who wanted protection or had information on criminal organizations. She went by an alias: (Y/L)." Donghyuk looks down at the business card paper-clipped to the page. "But it was all small, nothing huge. The cops never knew it was her bringing in all these guys. They took the credit for everything." Donghyuk flips through several cut outs of headlines, statements by the police and press. "It was all kind of vigilante-esque," Renjun smiles a little, "like a Korean Batman."
Renjun slides another file over. "She came on NCT's radar four months ago."
Donghyuk takes the manila folder. "Why is this the first time I'm hearing about all this?"
