The Shadow Kissed Chapter Six
Title: The Shadow Kissed
Author: insanityplays
Rating: R
Pairing: KRY (Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Yesung), Kangteuk, Hanchul, Simin, Kihyuk, Yujae. More to be added as revealed.
Characters: Psychic!Ryeowook, Psycho!Kyuhyun, Cop!Yesung, rest of Super Junior + M, appearances by DBSK, SNSD, and f(x)
Summary: After a nightmare Kim Jongwoon forwent paying any special attention to, he’s placed on a cold case fourteen years old where the only witness is a soon to be twenty-three year old man locked away in a mental “hospital” owned by the same people suspected for the murder/arson case of the Cho Family. Boring re-investigation aside, Jongwoon finds himself thrust into living his nightmare - only this time, it isn’t a dream.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: Includes, or will include, Angst, Drama, Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Action, and Mystery. Also includes, or will include, paranormal activity, ghosts, attempted murder and murder.
I never felt like I got this chapter out right, but its update day! Monday has like, officially become my updating day ._. Also, after this chapter, I only have one and a half pre-written chapters, but the rest of the story is completely planned out, and currently standing at 14-15 chapters, so hopefully, if things go well, I won’t fall behind and make you guys wait more than a week per update. I also wanted to know how you guys feel about side stories for the side pairings that are only really mentioned in this fic, lol. Leave a response in a comment!
New Characters Revealed.
THIS STORY IS ABANDONED AND WILL NOT BE COMPLETED. UPON REQUEST, I AM WILLING TO WRITE UP AN ADDITIONAL "CHAPTER" EXPLAINING THE REST OF THE STORYLINE AND HOW IT WAS MEANT TO END, BUT IT WILL NOT BE COMPLETED. The contents of this masterlist has been unlocked for those who still want to read the story; however, as I have already stated, it will not be updated at any point in its original capacity. Thank you for your interest and time.
- Chapter Six -
Sungmin’s first thought when he came awake was holy shit, I’m alive! followed almost immediately by holy shit, I’m not alone! as he became aware of his surroundings and the pair of warm arms wrapped very securely around him. His first instinct was to struggle, or to jump out of bed and throw his lamp at the person lying beside him, but then he turned his head to take in the others profile and realized who it was.
With a sigh, his tensed body relaxed and he shifted carefully so that he was facing the body still holding him close. He found his hands cradled against the others chest, found himself taking in the hard planes of his face, and before he could stop himself, he was reaching out with tender fingers to stroke a line down the older man’s cheek.
Siwon came awake with a start, jumping out of Sungmin’s hold, completely defensive - as if he were expecting an attack. When he realized there was no one in the room, he turned slowly to look at Sungmin, to find him awake, and Sungmin could see the pain in his eyes when he reached out and enveloped him in a hug.
Before Sungmin could react, Siwon was pulling away, eyes frightened as his hands reached to steady Sungmin by holding onto his arms, but then even those were gone as Siwon cringed away, moving to climb out of the bed. Sungmin’s eyes followed his movements in confusion.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Sungmin, I didn’t mean to hurt you more. Oh God, I never meant to hurt you at all, I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he cried in a low voice, and his words were so pained Sungmin wanted to reach forward and comfort him, even as the words seemed to trigger in his memory every inch of his body that was supposed to hurt, bringing the pain forefront to his brain.
He let his body go limp against the bed, the push and pull of his muscles too much for his aching body at that moment, but with one arm, he reached out to grab hold of Siwon’s retreating wrist, forcing him to still his movements.
Sungmin’s hold was so weak, it would’ve been easy for Siwon to pull away, but the very thought of hurting the younger man any more then he already had made him flinch, and he turned back to the bed where Sungmin lay.
“Stay,” Sungmin whimpered in answer to questioning eyes, pulling lightly on Siwon’s wrist in an attempt to bring him back to bed. Siwon moved forward until he had one knee on the mattress, and then he reached forward to gently remove Sungmin’s hold on his wrist.
“I hurt you, Sungmin. Don’t you remember? I hurt you…” he said quietly, tenderly, afraid of the fear he knew must be coming, but Sungmin only shook his head, reaching out again until Siwon finally gave in with a sigh, heart aching at the bruising he could see covering large portions of Sungmin’s face.
He pulled Sungmin close softly, and he watched every flinch cross his face, let it lash like a whip across his heart, because it was his fault Sungmin was in pain, and it was his punishment that he had to look at what he’d done. He laid Sungmin’s head in his lap, and was rewarded with a soft sigh - even when he knew he didn’t deserve it.
The closeness of the older man was enough for Sungmin as he let the pain eat at him in waves that coursed through his body, radiated through out him until it had infected everything. Siwon’s fingers running through his hair, across his scalp, were enough to make all the pain seem worth it in that moment, and he sighed softly again at the tender touch.
They were both quiet after that as the clock ticked on beside them, displaying the early morning time. 4:43 AM.
“I’m glad you’re awake,” Siwon finally said hesitantly after another few moments, fingers still running through soft strands of hair. “Jungmin wants you back at work, but he wasn’t surprised you missed a day.”
Sungmin opened his eyes from where he’d let them slip closed on the verge of sleep then, and stared confusedly up at Siwon. Siwon’s smile was strained in the dark. “You slept through an entire day,” was the light answer. “You have a lot of injuries,” and Sungmin could hear the restrained tears in his soft voice. He reached up to cup Siwon’s cheek and without thinking, pulled his face slowly down until there lips lightly touched, kissing him softly for a moment before he let him go.
He stared into Siwon’s eyes for a moment longer before he let his own eyes drift back closed, the pain zapping his strength and the comfort of having Siwon close lulling him to sleep. “I think I’m in love with you, Siwon…” he managed to whisper before he let the darkness take him.
When his breathing evened out, Siwon leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips again with the lightest pressure, and whispered back “I think I’m in love with you, too, Sungmin…”
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For the first time in three days, Yesung didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to some form of a nightmare. Instead, he woke up late morning to the insistent ringing of his cell phone, and judging from the obnoxious ringtone he’d set up just for the Chief, it was Heechul.
With a groan in response to the hangover he could feel pounding against his temples, he reached out to his bedside table to answer the call of the man he despised with perfect hatred in that moment.
When he picked it up with a gruff hello, he felt a warm body cuddle into his side, and felt his mouth go dry. The slide of someone’s nose against his chest where a head rested made him shiver, and the realization of what had happened last night hit him in the head like a ton of bricks - far from appealing when he already had a hangover clouding his mind.
“Yesung, where the fuck are you!? We’ve got a situation!” Heechul’s loud voice on the other end of the phone growled, rousing the other occupant of the bed. Ryeowook made an unintelligible groaning noise and rolled off of Yesung’s chest to bury his face into one of the pillows.
Yesung’s eyes tracked the movement, Heechul’s loud words on the other end of the phone background noise to the thoughts swimming in his head, moving somewhere along the lines of fuck shit fuck shit fuck, what did we just do. He sat up in bed with a groan and dropped his head into his unoccupied hand
“Yesung, are you even listening!?” Heechul shouted through the line, receiving a grunt in the affirmative from Yesung that Heechul took for what it really was - disinterest. With a feral growl, Heechul concluded the conversation with a “Get your lazy ass down here right now or that kid’s life you care so much about is as good as gone!” and then Yesung was met with the sound of the dial tone, the words floating right over his head.
With a groan, Ryeowook sat up, jostling the bed. “What’s going on?” he mumbled, and Yesung got the feeling if he turned around and looked, he’d see Ryeowook shirtless, the sheets pooled around his lap, palms rubbing at tired eyes.
“Jongwoon?” he asked as Yesung flipped his phone shut and slumped over, the sheets on his side of the bed covering his naked lower half. Yesung didn’t bother looking up as he dropped his head back into his hands and waited for it to hit Ryeowook like it’d hit him. “FUCK!” was the next thing he heard, followed by the sound of rustling sheets.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ryeowook chanted as he slumped back against the bed in defeat, yanking the covers farther up his chest and more than a little inclined to check his body over for obvious signs of sex. “What the fuck did we do last night!?” he growled, the question rhetorical.
“We had sex,” Yesung answered anyway, and when a pillow hit him in the back of the head, he whirled around to glare at the younger man in his bed and take in his slight form almost completely wrapped up in his covers.
“Stop being so fucking shy, it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night,” Yesung growled under his breath, voice unreasonably husky, eyes swollen and red from lack of sleep and the hangover clouding his mind, flashes of Ryeowook’s swollen cock, the hard planes of his way too skinny torso, and his head as it was thrown back in ecstasy flashing through his mind.
He couldn’t help the fact that the thoughts turned him on.
Ryeowook only glared at the way too calm man in front of him and tried not to think about how he’d straddled Yesung and practically forced him to take him dry last night, or how fucking fantastic it had been - because he couldn’t lie, it really had been, especially considering they’d both been drunk.
They sat in stony silence then, taking each other in, until Yesung finally gave in and lunged forward to take Ryeowook’s lips in a greedy kiss, pushing the younger man flat against the bed. Ryeowook couldn’t resist as his mouth was plundered, and he pushed upwards for more contact, because it was undeniable that he wanted the older man over and over and over again.
His hands moved to drag blunt nails down Yesung’s back, and Yesung’s growl as he forced Ryeowook to expose his neck to hungry lips sent a shiver of pure want through his body, but he couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped his throat when Yesung’s fingers trailed down his sides, even as a mouth worried a mark into his skin.
Yesung growled again at the laughing male and slammed their lips back together forcefully until the other was moaning like Yesung wanted him to. It was unfortunate that that was the moment Heechul’s words seemed to sink in, his erection immediately wilting away in favor of the sudden wave of fear.
With another loud groan and another shouted curse, Yesung practically jumped away from Ryeowook, eyes scanning his room as he tried to find his boxers so he could pull them on. From behind him, Ryeowook sat up, clearly annoyed.
“The fuck, Jongwoon?”
“Get up, get up!” he yelled back, throwing Ryeowook’s boxers - or he was pretty sure they were Ryeowook’s - at the man on the bed. “Get dressed, we have a problem!”
“I’d say that was pretty obvious,” Ryeowook grumbled even as he stood up and pulled said boxers on, trying to think of anything that would will his erection away. He thought of his father, and every once of want in his body immediately disappeared.
Disgruntled, disoriented, and still able to feel the spark of lust in his body, Ryeowook joined Yesung in his search for their clothes, pulling on articles as they showed up, and throwing Yesung’s at him when he stumbled upon them, until they were both fully dressed.
Yesung didn’t even spare a moment to explain to Ryeowook what was going on, preferring instead to lead him out of the house and lock the door behind them. It was only when they got to the parking lot that Yesung realized there was no possible way they’d driven home last night.
“Fuck!” he shouted for what sounded like the hundredth time that morning, running fingers through impossibly rumbled hair.
Ryeowook only rolled his eyes as he combed through his pockets for his phone, and when he couldn’t find it, he moved on to Yesung’s and shoved a hand into his pocket to take out his phone. Yesung squawked in indignation, turning to glare at Ryeowook, but the younger male didn’t even spare him a glance as he dialed a number he knew by heart and spoke into the mouth piece, calling for a ride.
--
“So…how do you know that guy again?” Yesung asked after they’d climbed out of the back of the taxi cab Ryeowook had called for and Ryeowook had waved goodbye to the driver, unable to keep back the spark of jealousy he could feel bubbling up in his chest. They moved to walk up the stairs to the double doors of his work place and Ryeowook shrugged.
“I didn’t always have a car, and it’s not rare that someone tries to kill me when I’m working on a case, so there’s been more than a few occasions where I’ve had to call him for a ride,” he replied vaguely, waving off any further promptings from Yesung when he made to prod further. Yesung sent him an annoyed look, but let it drop as they walked through the double doors of the station.
He barely made it a few steps before he abruptly stopped, taking in the atmosphere of his work place, thriving with activity. His earlier fear made its reappearance, niggling its way back to the forefront of his mind, as he took in everything with slowly increasing trepidation.
“Yesung!” a voice called, and Yesung immediately turned to it, taking in the ruffled appearance of his partner, Hankyung, making his way over to him. Yesung moved to meet him halfway, still confused.
“Where the hell have you been!?” he asked, grabbing Yesung by the shoulders. “Heechul’s been on a tirade all morning trying to find you!” he continued, voice growing worked up as he started to shake Yesung by his shoulders. “I swear that man is driving me insane!” he hissed, eyes wild, shaking growing increasingly erratic.
“Hankyung, calm down!” Yesung growled as he pulled out of the others hold, almost tempted to slap him. “What the fuck is going on?” he asked instead.
“I don’t know, some big case was re-opened or something,” Hankyung replied, running agitated fingers through his hair, still worked up. “But Heechul’s being all tight lipped about it and won’t tell anybody anything except to send you to his office the minute you walk in the door.” Yesung didn’t wait for Hankyung to say anything more as he made to move past him, Ryeowook trailing after him.
Hankyung threw his arms up in the air behind him in frustration. “If this is what’s been keeping you from helping me clean up that mess you made, I don’t forgive you!” Yesung couldn’t help his giddy laughter at his partner’s antics, a welcome relief to the fear he was feeling now.
Ryeowook quickened his pace to catch up with Yesung and sent him a confused glance, but Yesung didn’t answer it as he made his way to Heechul’s office, reminiscent of the first day he’d been introduced to the case he was working on now, only this time, it seemed everything they’d been working towards was about to blow up in their face.
Heechul was definitely pissed off when they walked through door of his office, out of his seat even before either of them could get out so much as a greeting. “I swear Yesung, I am going to kick your fucking ass if you don’t have a good expla-” but Heechul cut himself off as his eyes narrowed on Yesung’s attire, taking in his mussed hair and thoroughly debauched appearance.
“Son of a bitch,” he growled, low in his throat. “I should throw you off this case right now!” he shouted, indignant, as he stomped forward and into Yesung’s personal space. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t, Yesung!”
Yesung took a step back and met his stare head on. “Because I’m the best person for this case, and you know it,” he stated evenly, holding his breath as he waited for Heechul’s reaction. He let it go when Heechul didn’t say anything back, only let out a frustrated growl of his own before waving a hand in dismissal of the whole thing, moving to go back to his seat behind his desk.
He mumbled something under his breathe about horny dongsaengs for a few minutes before he raised his eyes back to Yesung’s, glaring with his hands followed beneath his chin.
“There was a triple homicide last night,” he started, voice cold. “A mother, a father, and a baby still in the womb. They were found relatively close to the fire department as their house burned down around them. M.O sound familiar?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow, leaning back in his seat as he let his words sink in.
Yesung cursed, slamming his fists down on Heechul’s desk, realization dawning. The headache from this morning that had been fading came back full force, and he wondered how he was still standing at the force of it hitting him again.
“Good news is we actually have some evidence this time around. Bad news is, your kid isn’t safe anymore. They’re gonna want him dead before he can be used against them in any way,” Heechul said softly, though anger still brewed in his eyes.
Yesung knew he wasn’t the type of man who liked to see unnecessary people die, and sunk down into one of the seats in front of Heechul’s desk, letting his head fall and hit the table top.
“Goddamnit…” he whispered, feeling hopeless, until the rest of what Heechul had said sunk in. “What evidence?” he asked, sitting up again. Heechul’s lips quirked upward in a smirk.
“Go talk to Shindong. He’s got at least one mostly intact body down there keeping him company.”
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When they entered the Coroners office, it was just as Heechul had said. On the far gurney towards the back of the room lay a scalded female body. Towards the front, Shindong stood over another gurney where the charred remains of a presumably male corpse sat hunched over, as if he’d died covering someone else’s body.
Shindong was too absorbed in his observations of the charred body to notice their entrance, and Yesung did nothing to change that at first, watching as Shindong probed at the charred skin of the man’s back with gloved hands, intent on a specific portion. Flakes of burnt skin rained down, and Yesung could see more clinging to the man’s white lab coat.
It was then that Shindong realized their presence, looking up in confusion before he let a smile spread across his lips, despite the fact that he now had one finger presumably stuck inside a hole in the body, whether of his own making, or the murderers, Yesung wasn’t sure.
With an amused smile back, Yesung had to wonder how someone as cheery as Shindong had landed a job like the one he had - or maybe that was just his coping mechanism.
“Yesung!” Shindong greeted, pulling his gloved finger out of the hole he’d stuck it in and wiping it off on his lab coat as he moved to walk around the gurney he’d stood in front of. “And friend,” he continued with an amused glance at a sour looking Ryeowook.
“Shindong, this is Kim Ryeowook,” Yesung introduced, “My partner for the time being. He’s a Psychic Investigator.”
“Ah, exchanging your old model in for a new one, Yesung?” Shindong asked on a chortle, and Yesung couldn’t help but smile back.
“Ryeowook, this is Shin Donghee, but we all just call him Shindong. He’s the resident jokester and Coroner.” Ryeowook nodded in turn and bowed his head in greeting to Shindong, though his face still showed a strain.
“Shin Donghee-shii,” he said quietly, and Shindong opened his mouth to protest to how proper he was being.
“Don’t bother Shindong. He prefers to use real names, apparently.” Ryeowook sent him a withering look but said nothing in response. Shindong lent Ryeowook another smile. “So what do you have for us?”
“Oh!” Shindong exclaimed as if just realizing they hadn’t just come down for a social visit. “Heechul told me you were working on the original case, so you probably know more about it then I do, but I can tell you I was able to recover more evidence from these two bodies then they were able to collect from the entire crime scene of the last case,” he started, beckoning the two close as he moved to stand over the first charred body as he had been before.
“See this hole here? And these two over here?” he asked, indicating two holes in the mans back and one in the arm, “They all go straight through his body,” he said as he demonstrated the movement, “and find themselves a new home in that body over there,” he said, pointing to the one on the far gurney. “I was able to recover two of the bullets, and some fragments from the third that pierced the burned arm of the deceased mother,” he said, indicating three small, clear containers on his desk that were neatly labeled.
“As if you can’t tell, this man here clearly died trying to protect his wife over there, though it didn’t do him so much good. We have to be grateful though - his sacrifice left us quite a large piece of evidence,” Shindong said on a happy note, smiling at both Yesung and Ryeowook, one of which was starting to look a little sick. They both turned to stare at Ryeowook in amusement, and he turned away, covering his nose.
“Smell too much for ya?” Shindong asked cheerfully, and when Ryeowook sent him an annoyed look, his smile brightened. “You get used to it, don’t ya Yesung?” Yesung didn’t have to respond, his laugh was enough of an answer.
Ryeowook grumbled under his breath and shot another glare at Yesung but other wise had no reaction. He was too busy trying not to breathe. Shindong watched on, amused for a moment, and Ryeowook almost felt like he was taking his sweet time on purpose.
Turning back to the man’s charred body, Shindong finally continued. “The hard part was getting his burned ass off of her,” he said, pointing with his thumb behind him. “He lost a few fingers in the process, but I don’t think he’ll mind so much, do you?” Shindong asked, waving a few burned fingers in the other two’s faces. Ryeowook looked like he wanted to throw up. Yesung took it all in stride.
“Anyway, if you’ll come this way, I’ll show you what else we got,” Shindong said brightly, leading them over to the second gurney as if he hadn’t just waved at Ryeowook with another man’s fingers. As they approached the figure on the second gurney, they could just make out the elaborate stitching that moved up her naked torso and like a v between her breasts. Her far arm was burnt almost completely to a crisp, but they could make out the part the bullet fragments had been scraped out of.
“I removed the baby from her stomach, for my own sake. The body might be dead, but she wasn’t burned as her husband was. Her ovaries were likely to still attempt to get him out themselves - he was only two months away from birth,” Shindong said in a slightly sadder tone, but he perked up almost immediately, not one to stay down for long.
“Thankfully he died pretty quickly. I found one of the bullets lodged in his mostly formed body,” another cringe from Ryeowook and a frown tugging at Shindong’s lips before he continued again, “and then I did some digging under her fingernails.” Yesung turned to a grinning Shindong.
“And you found something!?”
“Hasn’t been sent to our techs yet, so I don’t know if it’s the man’s or the murderers, but I’m willing to bet we got us some trace,” Shindong confirmed.
--
Their next stop was to visit Park Yoochun and Zhou Mi who were the two CSI’s who’d originally been called in on the case. Yoochun, a dark haired level three male with a gaunt, pale face who liked to flaunt his status in others face’s to get what he wanted, wasn’t so happy about being kicked off the case, so to speak.
Zhou Mi, another Chinese male on the force, a level two CSI with styled red-brown hair, wasn’t as bothered by it. In fact, he was in a much cheerier mood then Yoochun, and looked fairly used to dealing with the other male.
“Why is Heechul making us give up the case to you?” Yoochun complained, grip tight on the folder of neatly stacked printed photos from the crime scene. Zhou Mi stood beside him with a cheery grin.
“Heechul has his reasons Yoochun, just give it to them,” he said in a cheery voice, a slightly lilting accent to his words. Yoochun sent him a glare.
“Shut up Zhou Mi, I don’t care. This is our case,” was his biting comeback, and Yesung only rolled his eyes.
“You heard him Yoochun, Mi’s right. It was Heechul’s decision.” Yoochun’s eyes narrowed on him.
“You know something about this other case,” he stated rather then asked. Yesung shrugged his shoulders.
“Doesn’t matter. Hand over the folder.” In defeat, Yoochun did as he was told, grumbling about favoritism and overly bright smiles that would make the most horrible of criminals spill their deepest, darkest secrets. Zhou Mi continued to smile on, patting Yoochun on the shoulder in consolation, to which he got a glare.
Yesung could only laugh at the exchange. He wondered if it was like this every day - he didn’t often see Yoochun with his partner when the situation wasn’t serious.
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Their last impertinent stop for the new case was the police station, where Kim Kibum and Jung Yunho were waiting for their visit. They were the second responders to the call - directly after the fire fighters who’d caught a whiff of the smoke even before anyone else had thought to check out their windows.
It was Jessica Jung who greeted them as they entered the Police Station, and she who directed them back to Yunho’s office, long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and attached as a bun to the back of her head, bangs hanging free in her face.
Yesung knew her to have a peppy personality, even as she adopted the cool facade a police officer needed in the line of duty, and he sent her a small smile as they headed back into Yunho’s office where he knew he’d find both him and Kibum
“What happened to your usual partner?” he asked Yunho upon entering, wondering why it’d been Kibum rather than Jaejoong out in the field with him today. Yunho adopted a cool look, one Yesung recognized well.
“He wanted to swap partners again,” an excuse Yesung had heard one too many times. He wondered vaguely when the flirt would be done flaunting himself all over the place and would commit to Yunho before everything fell apart around him, but he let the thought slide away in the face of what he’d come for.
“Did you see anyone this morning?” he asked, getting right down to business, “A suspicious car, a distinguishing marker of our murderers other then the M.O?” Yesung asked as he took a seat in front of Yunho’s desk, Ryeowook copying the action, sitting tentatively in the chair besides his. Kibum stood up straighter from where he’d been leaning against the back wall of Yunho’s office.
“There was a black sedan, but we didn’t see it. The other CSI should have told you, but considering it was reluctant Yoochun…” Kibum trailed off with a slight smile. They both knew Yoochun well. “When we got there, the firefighters were already there, and even as we, and a few others, moved to block off the streets, we knew it probably wasn’t going to do us any good. When the fire was put out, we talked to the firefighters. They said when they came on the scene, four cars doors of a black sedan where slamming shut and the car was taking off,” Kibum informed them.
“First priority was obviously the fire, but one of them caught a glimpse of license plate numbers,” Yunho continued, “C4TM- But he didn’t catch much. They were gone pretty fast, and it was pretty dark out. Your only available computer tech, Changmin, is matching the numbers to all models sold in Seoul within the last two years, trying to find a lead, as we speak.” Yunho finished with a satisfied smirk, resting his hands on the desk in front of him.
A slow smile was starting to creep over Yesung’s features, as the idea of actual being able to solve this case presented itself to him. Now all he needed was a way to link both this case and Kyuhyun’s.
The smile slipped away at the reminder of Kyuhyun, and he sat up abruptly, Ryeowook sending him a confused look. “Thanks guys, you’ve been a big help,” he said, and without waiting for a response, he headed out of the Police Station, Ryeowook behind him.
“Jongwoon?” he called, unsure. Yesung jerked his head, indicating he should hurry up. It was only when they were seated in the car that Yesung even begin to think about explaining things to Ryeowook.
“You heard Heechul, they’re gonna want Kyuhyun dead now more than ever. I think it’s high time we paid them another visit.”
“What’s that gonna do?”
“I have no idea, but we have to do something.”
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Masterlist/Character Information
Author: insanityplays
Rating: R
Pairing: KRY (Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Yesung), Kangteuk, Hanchul, Simin, Kihyuk, Yujae. More to be added as revealed.
Characters: Psychic!Ryeowook, Psycho!Kyuhyun, Cop!Yesung, rest of Super Junior + M, appearances by DBSK, SNSD, and f(x)
Summary: After a nightmare Kim Jongwoon forwent paying any special attention to, he’s placed on a cold case fourteen years old where the only witness is a soon to be twenty-three year old man locked away in a mental “hospital” owned by the same people suspected for the murder/arson case of the Cho Family. Boring re-investigation aside, Jongwoon finds himself thrust into living his nightmare - only this time, it isn’t a dream.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: Includes, or will include, Angst, Drama, Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Action, and Mystery. Also includes, or will include, paranormal activity, ghosts, attempted murder and murder.
I never felt like I got this chapter out right, but its update day! Monday has like, officially become my updating day ._. Also, after this chapter, I only have one and a half pre-written chapters, but the rest of the story is completely planned out, and currently standing at 14-15 chapters, so hopefully, if things go well, I won’t fall behind and make you guys wait more than a week per update. I also wanted to know how you guys feel about side stories for the side pairings that are only really mentioned in this fic, lol. Leave a response in a comment!
New Characters Revealed.
THIS STORY IS ABANDONED AND WILL NOT BE COMPLETED. UPON REQUEST, I AM WILLING TO WRITE UP AN ADDITIONAL "CHAPTER" EXPLAINING THE REST OF THE STORYLINE AND HOW IT WAS MEANT TO END, BUT IT WILL NOT BE COMPLETED. The contents of this masterlist has been unlocked for those who still want to read the story; however, as I have already stated, it will not be updated at any point in its original capacity. Thank you for your interest and time.
- Chapter Six -
Sungmin’s first thought when he came awake was holy shit, I’m alive! followed almost immediately by holy shit, I’m not alone! as he became aware of his surroundings and the pair of warm arms wrapped very securely around him. His first instinct was to struggle, or to jump out of bed and throw his lamp at the person lying beside him, but then he turned his head to take in the others profile and realized who it was.
With a sigh, his tensed body relaxed and he shifted carefully so that he was facing the body still holding him close. He found his hands cradled against the others chest, found himself taking in the hard planes of his face, and before he could stop himself, he was reaching out with tender fingers to stroke a line down the older man’s cheek.
Siwon came awake with a start, jumping out of Sungmin’s hold, completely defensive - as if he were expecting an attack. When he realized there was no one in the room, he turned slowly to look at Sungmin, to find him awake, and Sungmin could see the pain in his eyes when he reached out and enveloped him in a hug.
Before Sungmin could react, Siwon was pulling away, eyes frightened as his hands reached to steady Sungmin by holding onto his arms, but then even those were gone as Siwon cringed away, moving to climb out of the bed. Sungmin’s eyes followed his movements in confusion.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Sungmin, I didn’t mean to hurt you more. Oh God, I never meant to hurt you at all, I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he cried in a low voice, and his words were so pained Sungmin wanted to reach forward and comfort him, even as the words seemed to trigger in his memory every inch of his body that was supposed to hurt, bringing the pain forefront to his brain.
He let his body go limp against the bed, the push and pull of his muscles too much for his aching body at that moment, but with one arm, he reached out to grab hold of Siwon’s retreating wrist, forcing him to still his movements.
Sungmin’s hold was so weak, it would’ve been easy for Siwon to pull away, but the very thought of hurting the younger man any more then he already had made him flinch, and he turned back to the bed where Sungmin lay.
“Stay,” Sungmin whimpered in answer to questioning eyes, pulling lightly on Siwon’s wrist in an attempt to bring him back to bed. Siwon moved forward until he had one knee on the mattress, and then he reached forward to gently remove Sungmin’s hold on his wrist.
“I hurt you, Sungmin. Don’t you remember? I hurt you…” he said quietly, tenderly, afraid of the fear he knew must be coming, but Sungmin only shook his head, reaching out again until Siwon finally gave in with a sigh, heart aching at the bruising he could see covering large portions of Sungmin’s face.
He pulled Sungmin close softly, and he watched every flinch cross his face, let it lash like a whip across his heart, because it was his fault Sungmin was in pain, and it was his punishment that he had to look at what he’d done. He laid Sungmin’s head in his lap, and was rewarded with a soft sigh - even when he knew he didn’t deserve it.
The closeness of the older man was enough for Sungmin as he let the pain eat at him in waves that coursed through his body, radiated through out him until it had infected everything. Siwon’s fingers running through his hair, across his scalp, were enough to make all the pain seem worth it in that moment, and he sighed softly again at the tender touch.
They were both quiet after that as the clock ticked on beside them, displaying the early morning time. 4:43 AM.
“I’m glad you’re awake,” Siwon finally said hesitantly after another few moments, fingers still running through soft strands of hair. “Jungmin wants you back at work, but he wasn’t surprised you missed a day.”
Sungmin opened his eyes from where he’d let them slip closed on the verge of sleep then, and stared confusedly up at Siwon. Siwon’s smile was strained in the dark. “You slept through an entire day,” was the light answer. “You have a lot of injuries,” and Sungmin could hear the restrained tears in his soft voice. He reached up to cup Siwon’s cheek and without thinking, pulled his face slowly down until there lips lightly touched, kissing him softly for a moment before he let him go.
He stared into Siwon’s eyes for a moment longer before he let his own eyes drift back closed, the pain zapping his strength and the comfort of having Siwon close lulling him to sleep. “I think I’m in love with you, Siwon…” he managed to whisper before he let the darkness take him.
When his breathing evened out, Siwon leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips again with the lightest pressure, and whispered back “I think I’m in love with you, too, Sungmin…”
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For the first time in three days, Yesung didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to some form of a nightmare. Instead, he woke up late morning to the insistent ringing of his cell phone, and judging from the obnoxious ringtone he’d set up just for the Chief, it was Heechul.
With a groan in response to the hangover he could feel pounding against his temples, he reached out to his bedside table to answer the call of the man he despised with perfect hatred in that moment.
When he picked it up with a gruff hello, he felt a warm body cuddle into his side, and felt his mouth go dry. The slide of someone’s nose against his chest where a head rested made him shiver, and the realization of what had happened last night hit him in the head like a ton of bricks - far from appealing when he already had a hangover clouding his mind.
“Yesung, where the fuck are you!? We’ve got a situation!” Heechul’s loud voice on the other end of the phone growled, rousing the other occupant of the bed. Ryeowook made an unintelligible groaning noise and rolled off of Yesung’s chest to bury his face into one of the pillows.
Yesung’s eyes tracked the movement, Heechul’s loud words on the other end of the phone background noise to the thoughts swimming in his head, moving somewhere along the lines of fuck shit fuck shit fuck, what did we just do. He sat up in bed with a groan and dropped his head into his unoccupied hand
“Yesung, are you even listening!?” Heechul shouted through the line, receiving a grunt in the affirmative from Yesung that Heechul took for what it really was - disinterest. With a feral growl, Heechul concluded the conversation with a “Get your lazy ass down here right now or that kid’s life you care so much about is as good as gone!” and then Yesung was met with the sound of the dial tone, the words floating right over his head.
With a groan, Ryeowook sat up, jostling the bed. “What’s going on?” he mumbled, and Yesung got the feeling if he turned around and looked, he’d see Ryeowook shirtless, the sheets pooled around his lap, palms rubbing at tired eyes.
“Jongwoon?” he asked as Yesung flipped his phone shut and slumped over, the sheets on his side of the bed covering his naked lower half. Yesung didn’t bother looking up as he dropped his head back into his hands and waited for it to hit Ryeowook like it’d hit him. “FUCK!” was the next thing he heard, followed by the sound of rustling sheets.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ryeowook chanted as he slumped back against the bed in defeat, yanking the covers farther up his chest and more than a little inclined to check his body over for obvious signs of sex. “What the fuck did we do last night!?” he growled, the question rhetorical.
“We had sex,” Yesung answered anyway, and when a pillow hit him in the back of the head, he whirled around to glare at the younger man in his bed and take in his slight form almost completely wrapped up in his covers.
“Stop being so fucking shy, it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night,” Yesung growled under his breath, voice unreasonably husky, eyes swollen and red from lack of sleep and the hangover clouding his mind, flashes of Ryeowook’s swollen cock, the hard planes of his way too skinny torso, and his head as it was thrown back in ecstasy flashing through his mind.
He couldn’t help the fact that the thoughts turned him on.
Ryeowook only glared at the way too calm man in front of him and tried not to think about how he’d straddled Yesung and practically forced him to take him dry last night, or how fucking fantastic it had been - because he couldn’t lie, it really had been, especially considering they’d both been drunk.
They sat in stony silence then, taking each other in, until Yesung finally gave in and lunged forward to take Ryeowook’s lips in a greedy kiss, pushing the younger man flat against the bed. Ryeowook couldn’t resist as his mouth was plundered, and he pushed upwards for more contact, because it was undeniable that he wanted the older man over and over and over again.
His hands moved to drag blunt nails down Yesung’s back, and Yesung’s growl as he forced Ryeowook to expose his neck to hungry lips sent a shiver of pure want through his body, but he couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped his throat when Yesung’s fingers trailed down his sides, even as a mouth worried a mark into his skin.
Yesung growled again at the laughing male and slammed their lips back together forcefully until the other was moaning like Yesung wanted him to. It was unfortunate that that was the moment Heechul’s words seemed to sink in, his erection immediately wilting away in favor of the sudden wave of fear.
With another loud groan and another shouted curse, Yesung practically jumped away from Ryeowook, eyes scanning his room as he tried to find his boxers so he could pull them on. From behind him, Ryeowook sat up, clearly annoyed.
“The fuck, Jongwoon?”
“Get up, get up!” he yelled back, throwing Ryeowook’s boxers - or he was pretty sure they were Ryeowook’s - at the man on the bed. “Get dressed, we have a problem!”
“I’d say that was pretty obvious,” Ryeowook grumbled even as he stood up and pulled said boxers on, trying to think of anything that would will his erection away. He thought of his father, and every once of want in his body immediately disappeared.
Disgruntled, disoriented, and still able to feel the spark of lust in his body, Ryeowook joined Yesung in his search for their clothes, pulling on articles as they showed up, and throwing Yesung’s at him when he stumbled upon them, until they were both fully dressed.
Yesung didn’t even spare a moment to explain to Ryeowook what was going on, preferring instead to lead him out of the house and lock the door behind them. It was only when they got to the parking lot that Yesung realized there was no possible way they’d driven home last night.
“Fuck!” he shouted for what sounded like the hundredth time that morning, running fingers through impossibly rumbled hair.
Ryeowook only rolled his eyes as he combed through his pockets for his phone, and when he couldn’t find it, he moved on to Yesung’s and shoved a hand into his pocket to take out his phone. Yesung squawked in indignation, turning to glare at Ryeowook, but the younger male didn’t even spare him a glance as he dialed a number he knew by heart and spoke into the mouth piece, calling for a ride.
--
“So…how do you know that guy again?” Yesung asked after they’d climbed out of the back of the taxi cab Ryeowook had called for and Ryeowook had waved goodbye to the driver, unable to keep back the spark of jealousy he could feel bubbling up in his chest. They moved to walk up the stairs to the double doors of his work place and Ryeowook shrugged.
“I didn’t always have a car, and it’s not rare that someone tries to kill me when I’m working on a case, so there’s been more than a few occasions where I’ve had to call him for a ride,” he replied vaguely, waving off any further promptings from Yesung when he made to prod further. Yesung sent him an annoyed look, but let it drop as they walked through the double doors of the station.
He barely made it a few steps before he abruptly stopped, taking in the atmosphere of his work place, thriving with activity. His earlier fear made its reappearance, niggling its way back to the forefront of his mind, as he took in everything with slowly increasing trepidation.
“Yesung!” a voice called, and Yesung immediately turned to it, taking in the ruffled appearance of his partner, Hankyung, making his way over to him. Yesung moved to meet him halfway, still confused.
“Where the hell have you been!?” he asked, grabbing Yesung by the shoulders. “Heechul’s been on a tirade all morning trying to find you!” he continued, voice growing worked up as he started to shake Yesung by his shoulders. “I swear that man is driving me insane!” he hissed, eyes wild, shaking growing increasingly erratic.
“Hankyung, calm down!” Yesung growled as he pulled out of the others hold, almost tempted to slap him. “What the fuck is going on?” he asked instead.
“I don’t know, some big case was re-opened or something,” Hankyung replied, running agitated fingers through his hair, still worked up. “But Heechul’s being all tight lipped about it and won’t tell anybody anything except to send you to his office the minute you walk in the door.” Yesung didn’t wait for Hankyung to say anything more as he made to move past him, Ryeowook trailing after him.
Hankyung threw his arms up in the air behind him in frustration. “If this is what’s been keeping you from helping me clean up that mess you made, I don’t forgive you!” Yesung couldn’t help his giddy laughter at his partner’s antics, a welcome relief to the fear he was feeling now.
Ryeowook quickened his pace to catch up with Yesung and sent him a confused glance, but Yesung didn’t answer it as he made his way to Heechul’s office, reminiscent of the first day he’d been introduced to the case he was working on now, only this time, it seemed everything they’d been working towards was about to blow up in their face.
Heechul was definitely pissed off when they walked through door of his office, out of his seat even before either of them could get out so much as a greeting. “I swear Yesung, I am going to kick your fucking ass if you don’t have a good expla-” but Heechul cut himself off as his eyes narrowed on Yesung’s attire, taking in his mussed hair and thoroughly debauched appearance.
“Son of a bitch,” he growled, low in his throat. “I should throw you off this case right now!” he shouted, indignant, as he stomped forward and into Yesung’s personal space. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t, Yesung!”
Yesung took a step back and met his stare head on. “Because I’m the best person for this case, and you know it,” he stated evenly, holding his breath as he waited for Heechul’s reaction. He let it go when Heechul didn’t say anything back, only let out a frustrated growl of his own before waving a hand in dismissal of the whole thing, moving to go back to his seat behind his desk.
He mumbled something under his breathe about horny dongsaengs for a few minutes before he raised his eyes back to Yesung’s, glaring with his hands followed beneath his chin.
“There was a triple homicide last night,” he started, voice cold. “A mother, a father, and a baby still in the womb. They were found relatively close to the fire department as their house burned down around them. M.O sound familiar?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow, leaning back in his seat as he let his words sink in.
Yesung cursed, slamming his fists down on Heechul’s desk, realization dawning. The headache from this morning that had been fading came back full force, and he wondered how he was still standing at the force of it hitting him again.
“Good news is we actually have some evidence this time around. Bad news is, your kid isn’t safe anymore. They’re gonna want him dead before he can be used against them in any way,” Heechul said softly, though anger still brewed in his eyes.
Yesung knew he wasn’t the type of man who liked to see unnecessary people die, and sunk down into one of the seats in front of Heechul’s desk, letting his head fall and hit the table top.
“Goddamnit…” he whispered, feeling hopeless, until the rest of what Heechul had said sunk in. “What evidence?” he asked, sitting up again. Heechul’s lips quirked upward in a smirk.
“Go talk to Shindong. He’s got at least one mostly intact body down there keeping him company.”
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When they entered the Coroners office, it was just as Heechul had said. On the far gurney towards the back of the room lay a scalded female body. Towards the front, Shindong stood over another gurney where the charred remains of a presumably male corpse sat hunched over, as if he’d died covering someone else’s body.
Shindong was too absorbed in his observations of the charred body to notice their entrance, and Yesung did nothing to change that at first, watching as Shindong probed at the charred skin of the man’s back with gloved hands, intent on a specific portion. Flakes of burnt skin rained down, and Yesung could see more clinging to the man’s white lab coat.
It was then that Shindong realized their presence, looking up in confusion before he let a smile spread across his lips, despite the fact that he now had one finger presumably stuck inside a hole in the body, whether of his own making, or the murderers, Yesung wasn’t sure.
With an amused smile back, Yesung had to wonder how someone as cheery as Shindong had landed a job like the one he had - or maybe that was just his coping mechanism.
“Yesung!” Shindong greeted, pulling his gloved finger out of the hole he’d stuck it in and wiping it off on his lab coat as he moved to walk around the gurney he’d stood in front of. “And friend,” he continued with an amused glance at a sour looking Ryeowook.
“Shindong, this is Kim Ryeowook,” Yesung introduced, “My partner for the time being. He’s a Psychic Investigator.”
“Ah, exchanging your old model in for a new one, Yesung?” Shindong asked on a chortle, and Yesung couldn’t help but smile back.
“Ryeowook, this is Shin Donghee, but we all just call him Shindong. He’s the resident jokester and Coroner.” Ryeowook nodded in turn and bowed his head in greeting to Shindong, though his face still showed a strain.
“Shin Donghee-shii,” he said quietly, and Shindong opened his mouth to protest to how proper he was being.
“Don’t bother Shindong. He prefers to use real names, apparently.” Ryeowook sent him a withering look but said nothing in response. Shindong lent Ryeowook another smile. “So what do you have for us?”
“Oh!” Shindong exclaimed as if just realizing they hadn’t just come down for a social visit. “Heechul told me you were working on the original case, so you probably know more about it then I do, but I can tell you I was able to recover more evidence from these two bodies then they were able to collect from the entire crime scene of the last case,” he started, beckoning the two close as he moved to stand over the first charred body as he had been before.
“See this hole here? And these two over here?” he asked, indicating two holes in the mans back and one in the arm, “They all go straight through his body,” he said as he demonstrated the movement, “and find themselves a new home in that body over there,” he said, pointing to the one on the far gurney. “I was able to recover two of the bullets, and some fragments from the third that pierced the burned arm of the deceased mother,” he said, indicating three small, clear containers on his desk that were neatly labeled.
“As if you can’t tell, this man here clearly died trying to protect his wife over there, though it didn’t do him so much good. We have to be grateful though - his sacrifice left us quite a large piece of evidence,” Shindong said on a happy note, smiling at both Yesung and Ryeowook, one of which was starting to look a little sick. They both turned to stare at Ryeowook in amusement, and he turned away, covering his nose.
“Smell too much for ya?” Shindong asked cheerfully, and when Ryeowook sent him an annoyed look, his smile brightened. “You get used to it, don’t ya Yesung?” Yesung didn’t have to respond, his laugh was enough of an answer.
Ryeowook grumbled under his breath and shot another glare at Yesung but other wise had no reaction. He was too busy trying not to breathe. Shindong watched on, amused for a moment, and Ryeowook almost felt like he was taking his sweet time on purpose.
Turning back to the man’s charred body, Shindong finally continued. “The hard part was getting his burned ass off of her,” he said, pointing with his thumb behind him. “He lost a few fingers in the process, but I don’t think he’ll mind so much, do you?” Shindong asked, waving a few burned fingers in the other two’s faces. Ryeowook looked like he wanted to throw up. Yesung took it all in stride.
“Anyway, if you’ll come this way, I’ll show you what else we got,” Shindong said brightly, leading them over to the second gurney as if he hadn’t just waved at Ryeowook with another man’s fingers. As they approached the figure on the second gurney, they could just make out the elaborate stitching that moved up her naked torso and like a v between her breasts. Her far arm was burnt almost completely to a crisp, but they could make out the part the bullet fragments had been scraped out of.
“I removed the baby from her stomach, for my own sake. The body might be dead, but she wasn’t burned as her husband was. Her ovaries were likely to still attempt to get him out themselves - he was only two months away from birth,” Shindong said in a slightly sadder tone, but he perked up almost immediately, not one to stay down for long.
“Thankfully he died pretty quickly. I found one of the bullets lodged in his mostly formed body,” another cringe from Ryeowook and a frown tugging at Shindong’s lips before he continued again, “and then I did some digging under her fingernails.” Yesung turned to a grinning Shindong.
“And you found something!?”
“Hasn’t been sent to our techs yet, so I don’t know if it’s the man’s or the murderers, but I’m willing to bet we got us some trace,” Shindong confirmed.
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Their next stop was to visit Park Yoochun and Zhou Mi who were the two CSI’s who’d originally been called in on the case. Yoochun, a dark haired level three male with a gaunt, pale face who liked to flaunt his status in others face’s to get what he wanted, wasn’t so happy about being kicked off the case, so to speak.
Zhou Mi, another Chinese male on the force, a level two CSI with styled red-brown hair, wasn’t as bothered by it. In fact, he was in a much cheerier mood then Yoochun, and looked fairly used to dealing with the other male.
“Why is Heechul making us give up the case to you?” Yoochun complained, grip tight on the folder of neatly stacked printed photos from the crime scene. Zhou Mi stood beside him with a cheery grin.
“Heechul has his reasons Yoochun, just give it to them,” he said in a cheery voice, a slightly lilting accent to his words. Yoochun sent him a glare.
“Shut up Zhou Mi, I don’t care. This is our case,” was his biting comeback, and Yesung only rolled his eyes.
“You heard him Yoochun, Mi’s right. It was Heechul’s decision.” Yoochun’s eyes narrowed on him.
“You know something about this other case,” he stated rather then asked. Yesung shrugged his shoulders.
“Doesn’t matter. Hand over the folder.” In defeat, Yoochun did as he was told, grumbling about favoritism and overly bright smiles that would make the most horrible of criminals spill their deepest, darkest secrets. Zhou Mi continued to smile on, patting Yoochun on the shoulder in consolation, to which he got a glare.
Yesung could only laugh at the exchange. He wondered if it was like this every day - he didn’t often see Yoochun with his partner when the situation wasn’t serious.
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Their last impertinent stop for the new case was the police station, where Kim Kibum and Jung Yunho were waiting for their visit. They were the second responders to the call - directly after the fire fighters who’d caught a whiff of the smoke even before anyone else had thought to check out their windows.
It was Jessica Jung who greeted them as they entered the Police Station, and she who directed them back to Yunho’s office, long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and attached as a bun to the back of her head, bangs hanging free in her face.
Yesung knew her to have a peppy personality, even as she adopted the cool facade a police officer needed in the line of duty, and he sent her a small smile as they headed back into Yunho’s office where he knew he’d find both him and Kibum
“What happened to your usual partner?” he asked Yunho upon entering, wondering why it’d been Kibum rather than Jaejoong out in the field with him today. Yunho adopted a cool look, one Yesung recognized well.
“He wanted to swap partners again,” an excuse Yesung had heard one too many times. He wondered vaguely when the flirt would be done flaunting himself all over the place and would commit to Yunho before everything fell apart around him, but he let the thought slide away in the face of what he’d come for.
“Did you see anyone this morning?” he asked, getting right down to business, “A suspicious car, a distinguishing marker of our murderers other then the M.O?” Yesung asked as he took a seat in front of Yunho’s desk, Ryeowook copying the action, sitting tentatively in the chair besides his. Kibum stood up straighter from where he’d been leaning against the back wall of Yunho’s office.
“There was a black sedan, but we didn’t see it. The other CSI should have told you, but considering it was reluctant Yoochun…” Kibum trailed off with a slight smile. They both knew Yoochun well. “When we got there, the firefighters were already there, and even as we, and a few others, moved to block off the streets, we knew it probably wasn’t going to do us any good. When the fire was put out, we talked to the firefighters. They said when they came on the scene, four cars doors of a black sedan where slamming shut and the car was taking off,” Kibum informed them.
“First priority was obviously the fire, but one of them caught a glimpse of license plate numbers,” Yunho continued, “C4TM- But he didn’t catch much. They were gone pretty fast, and it was pretty dark out. Your only available computer tech, Changmin, is matching the numbers to all models sold in Seoul within the last two years, trying to find a lead, as we speak.” Yunho finished with a satisfied smirk, resting his hands on the desk in front of him.
A slow smile was starting to creep over Yesung’s features, as the idea of actual being able to solve this case presented itself to him. Now all he needed was a way to link both this case and Kyuhyun’s.
The smile slipped away at the reminder of Kyuhyun, and he sat up abruptly, Ryeowook sending him a confused look. “Thanks guys, you’ve been a big help,” he said, and without waiting for a response, he headed out of the Police Station, Ryeowook behind him.
“Jongwoon?” he called, unsure. Yesung jerked his head, indicating he should hurry up. It was only when they were seated in the car that Yesung even begin to think about explaining things to Ryeowook.
“You heard Heechul, they’re gonna want Kyuhyun dead now more than ever. I think it’s high time we paid them another visit.”
“What’s that gonna do?”
“I have no idea, but we have to do something.”
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