He was small in size. The smallest to be exact. But somehow, had the aura of empowering every other man who was at least double of his size. He seemed bored, or so he let the others to think that way. His black shades covering his mesmerizing black orbs almost all the time. He never wore that boring uniform of his. Instead, he wore the same dark coloured jackets, pants and shirts. And it looked ridiculously good on him.
It never failed to take one certain nineteen year old boy's breath away. Hell, who was he even kidding? He could clearly see a countless pairs of eyes that occasionally checking the same beauty out. But who wouldn't? He was that good. It had pissed the boy off to the very point that he didn't even have the heart to care anymore.
He knew he was already drunk. He knew it was one sick of a plan. But who cares, he was so tired of waiting for him to notice him. He was so sick of playing hide and seek. Of all the time he had waited for him to come around and notice him, all he got in return was just a glance or two from the man. Nothing else.
He downed another beer can in one shot. The world was spinning around him. When he finally got himself out of that goddamned club, his mind was full of random bullshits. He barely managed to stand and not to stumble as he waggled himself towards the bike. His mind dizzy from any rational thought as he put the bike into life just by instincts. He knew where he was going as he put the pressure on the handlebars. His mind was clouded, but still had a vivid picture of a certain someone went by the name 'Kim Junmyeon'.
He sped up when the Police Station came into his view. He could see a couple of police cars parked right in front of the building. His mind racing even speeder than the very motorcycle he's riding. With a deep breath, he focused on one of the police cars in his clear view and pushed onto gas. Sped enough to make a damage but not sped enough to get himself hurt. Just as he had predicted, he rode his bike right into that car. With a loud bang, he hit the car with his bike and the next second, he was flying.
He hit hard on the road, butt first. Pain shot through every single part of his body. He stood, mind whirling crazily and heart pounding furiously, ready to bounce out of his chest at any moment. Fuck! He had not predicted this. The sounds from the outside world had been faded momentarily, now slowly returning.
He could hear the car's warning horn blared into the busy night, people's shoutings and cursing and so on. He felt a hand roughly grab him by the shoulder and turn him around. And he felt another pair of hands grabbing him, showing him to the inside of the building.
"This fucker stinks of alcohol!" Once his hearings came back to normal, he could hear one of the officers bellowed.
"Oi, wake up you drunk shit!" Another one screamed right in front of his face, making him wince.
"It's not even that bad. So stop fucking acting and open your fucking eyes!" The screaming continued.
"J-Junmyeon," He whispered,
"What? Can't hear you..." An officer came close to him, eyes squinting in question as he watched the boy.
"...Junmyeon" He mumbled again,
"You know him?" The officer sounded surprised.
When he finally opened his eyes and focused, he almost stumbled back from surprise when he saw an officer looking at him with wide eyes, nearly a mere centimeter away from his face, their noses almost touching.
"...Junmyeon" He licked his lips and said again. This time with a firmer voice. Or so he thought it was.
The officer looked taken aback as he put his hands in the air, emphasizing his clear annoyance. He huffed as he stood up abruptly and walked away.
