Cat and Mouse

One

everything up to chapter 20 is written by cuddly_changbin on ao3 and it's just beta read by me,,, anyway cuddly_changbin is a legend 🤩

Chapter One - Miroh

Changbin laid on his king sized bed, staring up towards the ceiling, sighing as he remembers he has classes today. Changbin studies Criminology at the University of Seoul, known among the community for being incredibly intelligent, distant, and not to cross paths with. His father's career has a role in his reputation as an individual to avoid: being the son of a police officer - and not just any police officer, the Chief of the Seoul Department! Changbin sighs before rising from his bed, walking over to his wardrobe, deciding on an outfit consisting of black jeans, and a plain white shirt accompanied with an expensive leather jacket that hugged his masculine build.

An hour later, Changbin settles down in his seat for his two hour lecture, opening his book and completely blocking out the teacher. Changbin preferred to teach himself, never finding teachers useful. He just relied purely on his own knowledge and intellect, clearly showing how dedicated Changbin to his studies. Another hour passed, countless nights of studying slowly crawling up on Changbin as he slouched in his chair, his eyes becoming heavy.

His slumber was interrupted when a small squirrel-like boy slammed the lecture door open clutching a bunch of textbooks, his appearance similar to Changbin (meaning that he looked just as drained as him). Changbin's gaze shifted to the boy, his heart thrashing wildly in his chest, bewildered by the boy's explosive entrance. The teacher didn't even spare the boy a glance, just rolling her eyes continuing her disinteresting lecture on eyewitness testimonies.

Changbin watched as the boy scanned the room, his eyes glanced around until they settled onto the seat next to Changbin. "Great," he muttered under his breath as the boy sat in the chair beside him. Eventually the class ended, all the students gradually piled out of the hall. Changbin began gathering his stuff, slinging his backpack over his back. He turned to find the silent boy already gone.

"That kid wasted no time, ha" he thought to himself as he shuffled passed the table, when a glint of light in his peripheral vision halted him. Leaning down, he inspected the flash of light. Changbin was confused, finding a black USB with the word 'Miroh' written in white gel lying on the table.

"Miroh... I've heard of that name before..." his eyes widened. "Miroh! The most notorious mafia organisation in Seoul." His dad had been hunting this organisation for years, his dad always talked about the group and all the crimes they have committed. It is believed to be run by a selected few with ages ranging from 18-25, however, despite the attempt at criminal profiling, their identities have remained unknown.

Changbin shivered, holding the USB. The word Miroh made Changbin's stomach churn with excitement. Changbin exited the lecture hall with a cheshire grin, adrenaline pumping through him; he clutched the USB tightly inside his jacket pocket.

Changbin rummaged through his bag as he fished out his keys, he wasted no time pushing the key into the door. Once he heard the familiar click he charged forward, opening the door. Changbin couldn't contain his excitement, finally having a potential lead even his dad couldn't achieve, despite being 3 years deep into this case. He threw his backpack onto the sofa, dashing towards his dining table where his laptop sat patiently waiting. Unknown to Changbin, grabbing his laptop was the first of many mistakes.

Changbin sunk into the sofa, laptop secure in his hands. He gently placed his laptop on his coffee table, pausing while taking a deep breath. While Changbin is ecstatic that he can help his dad, he's highly aware of the danger he could land himself into. Lost in thought, he pulled the USB from his pocket.

"If it means i can help dad solve his case... maybe he can visit more often." he began shaking at the distant memory that played in his mind. He missed his dad, even when he was little his dad was always working hard - but at the cost of not being able to form a tight bond with his son.