BL One Shots & Imagines

A Haunted Memory pt 1

"4 years after Korn witnessed In's murder, it still haunts him as if it happened that same day, and Korn was yet again looking for the man who did it."

I'm standing by the huge window in my father's old office, after the murder of In I decided to take over my father's business. It won't help me get the love of my life back, but at least it will help me get some peace if I can get the son of a bitch that took him away from me. As I stand there looking into the distant horizon of the dark city I clench my fist, barely even remembering that I'm holding a gun, a Glock 17 to be exact, I could feel my hand tightened around the wooden shaft as tears buildt up in my eyes.

Why did I have to lose him, why didn't he take me or anyone else instead. Of all the people in the world he took the most innocent man on earth. And he took In on the night I was going to propose to him. I turn my head to look towards the desk, it's a plain mahogany desk with some fancy craving to decorate. On top of it I have some documents, a picture frame with a picture of In and me, and beside it was the small velvet box with the ring I was going to give him.

"I guess you wouldn't want to see me like this... but I don't want to keep thinking that I lost you in vain...I love you In..."

I keep a hidden room behind the office and every night, when I can't fall asleep, I go in there, I look over every damn detail of what happened there that night. I can still hear the damn gunshots that took him away from me... I can still hear his voice say my name one last time before he closed his eyes one last time.

I looked around the office one last time, just to make sure I'm all alone before I enter the passcode and step into the hidden room. The walls of the small, maybe six by six square meter, room were covered in pictures, news articles and everything I could use to link someone or anything to what happened that night.

I was standing in a office, just doing some business for my dad when I got the message, some bastards had broken into our apartment, taken most of the money and general valuable stuff we had and Intouch had walked in on them at the wrong time. By the time I got home they had tied him to a chair beaten him pretty badly, I could still see the blood dripping down the front of his shirt. I had ran up to him but I didn't get to do anything before I got tied up, forced to watch him suffer only inches in front of me.

The last I remember is the sight of the gun, in his hand. The gun that shot my In, I remember how it looked in detail and I found the exact model. I think the image of that Colt will be imprinted in my memory forever. That and In's eyes as he mouthed that he'll be with me forever.

I close my eyes and sigh, I'll be hunting this bastard until he's dead...

No matter what I do, I still blame myself for his death, and I guess trying to catch the guy who did it is a way of helping me move on but also to give him the justice he deserves.

I guess I just want this all to end, my pain, the nightmares, everything that keeps this damn manhunt going...

I take a quick turn and walk over to the desk in the office again...I pick up the phone and dial the all too familiar number...

"Hi...I'm sorry to bother you so late, but do you have time to meet?...Okay good, I'll see you in 30 minutes at the usually cafe"