[!TRIGGER WARNING! DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH.]
God, what am I doing?
The discomfort Song-hee is feeling shows through her face as clear as the sky above Seoul today.
It seems as if the sun - who decided to suddenly come back after its pestilent absence - perched brightly on its throne of cumulus clouds mock her for feeling under-the-weather on such a lovely day.
Hasn't she been longing for Seoul to look this way again?
Arriving now at Konkuk University Station, Gwangjin-gu.
Song-hee gathers her wits and her cream handbag, swallowing her nerves that are spiking at the mention of her destination.
Her hands ball up on her lap, seeking warmth from her palms that her fingertips lacked. Sadly, the pads of her hands are just as cold as the rest of her.
Weirdly enough, the subway boarded many more people than it usually does on a Sunday morning. Song-hee takes note of the funereal expressions etched onto the faces of the men and women aboard the same car and she thinks she must look like that too.
After all, aren't the majority of them traveling to Gwangjin-gu for the same reason? Aren't they essentially visiting a crime scene?
Song-hee closes her eyes at the morbid thought and she fights the urge to rub her face.
Maybe the reason why she's been feeling like death lately is because death is all she thinks about. How can she not though, especially when the city's beginning to fester from it?
The subway car creaks and shudders before coming to a complete halt. It's like Song-hee's heart stops with the train too, but she bravens herself with a pep-talk before getting up from where she is seated.
She tries not to acknowledge how softly she trembled even though she can see her bag quivering in her grasp.
Although antsy being here alone, she's thankful that Jin has plans with Jimin and Namjoon today. Keeping him in the dark of her intentions in Gwangjin-gu, as furtive as it is, makes her feel considerably less guilty.
After the recent murder, she knew in herself that she can't sit idly by anymore. The itch that she tried so hard for weeks now to ignore started to burn, demanding for immediate relief.
She was disoriented last night lying in bed as her brain and her heart waged war against each other.
Ultimately, her heart had sent the final blow as it reminded her of the souls taken so brutally away.
The inconsolable wailing of their parents, the distraught, almost lifeless looks of their friends, the uproar of their community - they're all scorched behind Song-hee's eyelids and it almost hurts to close her eyes.
It's something she has to keep from the people in her life, but she knows what she has to do.
Her investigation of the Lotus starts today. It starts now.
When the subway doors slide open with a mechanic click, Song-hee makes a beeline for the exit and manages to step on the platform with no problem.
How deceiving the tranquil scene in front of her is. It almost makes her sick how peaceful the district seems, as if something so despicably evil didn't just happen in its territory.
How dare the sun look so optimistic beaming down on depressed faces? Why did it choose to shine now? Did it not know what happened? Did it not care?
Her nails dig through her palms hard enough to leave angry crescent shapes in their wake and she doesn't realize until a sharp sting lets her know.
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lotus || j.jk.
Fanfiction| BTS AU| A barbaric killer roams the city of Seoul, ravaging and subjecting a faith worse than death upon its citizens. Min Song-hee, a struggling journalist, investigates these series of murders. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••...
