Shin-Il had no frame of reference at midnight that night. All he knew was that as soon as the flames were visible in the window of the apartment, he flew down the hallway, rushing past the elevator and practically flinging himself down the emergency stairs. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he could barely see in front of him, due to the darkness and the fact that he forgot to bring a flashlight with him to either scene. He was wondering how much, if at all, the fire had spread at the dance studio. Did someone call the fire department? Did someone try to put it out themselves? Were there people inside that he didn't think would be there; that he didn't expect to get mixed up in the crossfires? As Shin-Il got to the ground floor, and exited the building, he doubled over, taking multiple struggled gasped for air. As he looked back up towards the apartment he was just in front of, he saw little hints of smoke poking over the front railing.
The fire must not have spread outside the door yet.... Shin-Il thought to himself, looking down to check his watch. It was still the dead of night, just barely past 2 that morning. Just as Shin-Il was preparing to make his way back home, he heard distant voices from where the fire was coming from. Other families, most likely, exiting their homes to see what had suddenly gotten so hot. When they realized a fire had broken out, they began shouting. Shin-Il heard a woman call out four names, Min Ja, Hoseok, Hyo Bin, and another name he could barely make out through the sea of frantic tenants attempting to solve this problem until the fire department arrived. Shin-Il knew he did not want to be around when that happened, and he darted down the street just as soon as he heard more people leaving their homes to examine the scene.
Shin-Il had thought about that night ever since it occurred, watching the news like a hawk and reading the papers the day after. He cradled little Hyun in his arms, as she greedily slurped down the contents of a sippy cup. He wasn't sure what he was expecting them to say, other than the contents of the fires and the possibility that they may have happened by the same person, for reasons unknown. He watched as they interviewed the owner of the dance studio, a soft-faced handsome man named Park Jimin, who was puffy-eyed and distraught at the destruction of his business, before cutting back to the news caster back at the studio.
"We are fortunate to announce that while Dance Canvas Studio as well as the Apartment Complex less than 10 miles away were both harmed by the flames, all tenants of the building made it out safely, including all four who lived in the targeted home. Boyfriend Jung Hoseok, aged 27, was in critical condition, but he is expected to make a full recovery. His girlfriend and her two young daughters were rushed to be treated as well, but are assumed to not of inhaled as much smoke as the boyfriend. We will keep you updated as information is received." Shin-Il felt relief wash over him, though he knew Weong-Bin may be furious that Shin-Il didn't do what he asked. Deciding it was time to change the channel, Shin-Il turned off the tiny TV in his apartment. Leaning back on the couch, he looked down at Hyun, whose tiny hands were trying to set the empty sippy cup on a surface, since it was empty and of no use to her. Shin-Il grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead as he set the bottle down, before hoisting her up on his shoulder to tap her back and burp her. Shin-Il closed his eyes as he did so.
When he opened his eyes, he no longer found himself sitting on his poorly upholstered couch, across from his tiny TV, with his tiny reason for living in his arms. Instead, when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was sitting inside a jail cell. Tilting his head over, he saw Myung-Dae, Chun-Hei, and the rest of his force working around a small, circular table, making phone calls and pacing the room as they worked. Shin-Il blinked, lifting himself up from his bench and walking towards the row of metal bars in front of him, blocking his path to the police.
"Officer." He called, and the group all looked up. "Where's Hyun?"
"We placed her with a temporary foster home until all of this is sorted out." Myung-Dae said simply. "After I arrested you, you lied down there and passed out for a few hours, and the lawyers all told me she needed to be put somewhere soon when we started filling up with work." Shin-Il let out a shaky breath, gripping the bars of the cage. Myung-Dae looked at Chun-Hei, nodding his head. The woman nodded as she headed towards the desk, and picked up her cellphone, dialing a phone number. Myung-Dae walked towards the cage, crossing his arms. "...Like I said when we first talked...we found your prints on the canisters and your phone number matched with the one Weong-Bin has been talking to in prison...." He said. "I could see in your eyes you looked out of it. Now that you're well rested, are you ready to tell me how this all came about?" Shin-Il nodded. "Alright..." Myung-Dae opened the cage door, leading Shin-Il out of the room. He saw the cops watching as Myung-Dae led Shin-Il down towards one of the rooms, where they could talk privately. He could see one of the other officers following behind, most likely to listen in and assuring Myung-Dae was following code.
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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader (COMPLETED)
Romance6 years. That's all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20 years old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break...
