A city myth could be the lead that detective Kang Yeosang's been looking for to solve 29 missing children cases and salvage his career.
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started: 12/03/19
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"C-Can't we slow down, Jongho?" Yeosang cried in between a clap of thunder that didn't all sound like thunder. And he should know; he's lived his whole life in rain and gloom.
Jongho must've picked up on it too because as they wavered on the curb of the next street, Yeosang was abruptly and protectively pulled into his side as a lone car shot past them.
The pair have long since left behind the sanctuary of Yeosang's dark apartment in pursuit of the seventh station, carelessly splashing through puddles and dangerously careening around corners. The detective didn't know where this sudden urge to get back to the children came from, but it has been a while since Jongho last saw them.
He must be homesick, Yeosang thought and a pang hit his poor heart. He didn't know exactly why, but maybe a part of him was secretly hoping that Jongho would stay here — that Jongho would somehow manage to find a home amidst the city's dreariness.
What a silly fantasy to recall now, as the detective was currently being drenched and dragged along in acquiesce.
Yeosang's brain whirled on like this during most of the dash, reality only hitting him as he was trickling down the subway stairs on autopilot.
They really were going to get San. They really were going to bring him home.
It was a mantra, a broken record that played over and over, making his mind fuzzy with static as his shoes tapped, tapped, tapped downwards—
Yeosang suddenly slipped on a concrete step, which was inevitable given his wandering mind. But he didn't expect to be caught by Jongho — or well, somewhat caught.
The conductor shuddered from the new weight against his back, nearly tripping down the stairs himself if he hadn't been holding onto the chilled railing. Jongho threw an unreadable glance over his shoulder at Yeosang, who ducked his head in the conductor's back to hide his oncoming rosy cheeks.
"Be careful." Jongho simply huffed, readjusting their hands before continuing to guide Yeosang again — more surely, more strongly. The conductor allowed himself to be dragged again, like a buoy through water and upon reaching the yellow line painted on the platform, he naturally stopped altogether.
Even when Jongho tried to egg Yeosang along, only to slightly reel back at the detective's newfound immobility.
Jongho gave him another look, but this time, Yeosang could see a hint of amusement flickering in his dark gaze. He knew this routine well enough to know what comes next; it was an old song and dance by now.
