The Shadow Kissed Chapter One
So this chapter is mostly just introductions and the set up of the whole story, but we kind of have to have this chapter don’t we? Also, Tuesday’s are odd days…so updates will be Sundays. Unless I get weird and start being sporadic and give you something extra…which probably won’t happen until the whole thing is finished, which you should be happy to note, it’s getting along well now.
New Characters revealed (which basically means check the character chart for updates :D)
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.
Title: The Shadow Kissed
Author: insanityplays
Rating: R
Pairing: KRY (Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Yesung), Kangteuk, Hanchul. 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.
- Chapter One -
In the back alley of one of Seoul’s most frequented banks, Yesung stood with his back against a dumpster, hiding in the shadows it cast over him, body slightly tilted forward so he could see the back door where his Chinese partner Han Geng stood flush beside it.
In his hands he held the pistol he’d been issued with his badge four years ago, aimed at the ground in between his feet, held in between his knees but at the ready. His partner’s pistol was held pointed towards the sky, beside his head, as they both waited for the sound of footsteps and the crashing open of a door to break the silence.
With a slight nod and the brief meeting of each others eyes, Han Geng, or Hankyung, indicated that the men inside were moving out, and they both tensed, Yesung skirting closer to the edge of the dumpster, the edge of the shadows, as he pressed himself flush against his cover, mimicking Hankyung’s position, as well as the placement of his gun.
Within the next second, the door flew open, and Yesung heard the distinct sound of someone being struck, of a body hitting the ground, and then the sounds of the rest of the men bolt with loud, confused exclamations of “Cops!”
He didn’t move as he watched feet approach at a fast run, one man hoping to disappear in the shadows of the dumpster and make his getaway unseen, sack in one hand and unaware of Yesung’s presence until a pistol struck out against his face, taking him down.
When he fell, Yesung grabbed one of his pant legs and the sack that contained the money with the other hand to drag them both out from behind the dumpster and into plain view for the men who’d come to relieve them of their bank robbers.
Looking around, he watched as one man, who was face down on the ground right outside the door Hankyung had been standing next to the last time he’d seen him, groan and make to stand up. In front of him, Hankyung was locked in a fight with one of five men who’d been plaguing Seoul’s banks.
Before the disoriented man on the floor could even think to strike out at Hankyung, Yesung shouted a warning, and out of the corner of his eye, caught sight of two men running from the alley, one taking a sharp turn to the left, the other going straight.
A brief window of two seconds allowed him to see Hankyung’s leg strike out and hit the first man in the center of the chest and then he was out of the alley, eyes locked on the man who’d gone straight, hands gripping two sacks of money.
He couldn’t even begin to think about the last man.
Yesung took off after the one he could just see crossing the street, speeding up as he crossed as well, legs stretching to touch concrete, almost a hands width away from grabbing hold of the man in front of him.
His feet hit sidewalk, he reached out, and a screeching car came crashing into the brick wall in front of him, almost taking his arm off with it. A moment’s worth of panic filled his chest at the thought that he’d almost just been killed, and then his gaze flickered to the man sitting in the car, the smoke from the engine starting to make his eyes burn.
Raising his gun, Yesung took aim and shot once, twice, three times at the tires of the car, unable to aim at the man within unless he fired first, and without a thought, jumped onto the hood, waving smoke out of his face, before making an attempt to race after the man he could just see half way down the street.
He was more than aware that the man he was running away from was the getaway driver, but there was no where for him to go but after Yesung, and Yesung had to try and catch up to the last man - he couldn’t just let him get away.
However, he wasn’t surprised when he was stopped short of his attempt to catch up when an arm wrapped around his neck and the cold press of steel shuddered through him from a gun’s place against his head.
Letting out a shuddering breath of air, he raised his hands in the common gesture of “I give up,” and let his gun fall to the ground with a clatter as the click of the safety being turned off echoed in his ears.
“Look’s like you’ve got no where to run,” the man he would bet was the getaway driver said with a satisfied grin, laughing as his finger shifted on the trigger. Yesung let his gaze slip to the man’s face without turning his head and smirked, catching him off guard.
Instead of pulling the trigger as he’d planned, he hesitated, and it was just enough time for Yesung to retaliate. His elbow came up with enough force to break the getaway driver’s arm and throw the gun into the air as he listened to a bone snap, but he heard the gun go off as well before it clattered to the floor.
He had a moments worth of panic that the bullet would hit him as the man behind him went down, but then he heard it ping off the same brick wall the getaway car had hit, and he turned his attention back to the driver as he stood up, cradling his broken arm.
He kicked out then, an attempt to send Yesung to the floor, but Yesung reached out and grabbed his leg, twisting hard until both the man’s leg and his body shifted to the side. The man leveled him a murderous gaze.
“Ready to give up?” Yesung asked in a husky voice, tone low.
“Never,” the man hissed, jerking in his hold and trying to land a kick somewhere on Yesung’s exposed body.
Yesung shrugged and twisted harder until he heard the pop of a knee cap, and let go when the man released a strangled cry, dropping to the floor. Getting down on one knee, Yesung reached forward to grab the man’s good arm and yank it behind his back, pulling out his handcuffs in the process.
Carefully, and in an attempt to keep from making the man’s arm worse for fear of how that could be used against him in trial, Yesung handcuffed both hands together behind his back, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “I gave you a chance, you just didn’t want to take it,” before grabbing his gun and standing back up.
He turned in the direction the last man had gone just in time to see Kim Youngwoon, a police officer with black hair, thick and long in the front and short in the back, walking towards him, the last man handcuffed in front of him with his head down. The sound of sirens filled the air as Youngwoon grinned at him.
“How many times have I saved your life now?” he asked, pushing the man into Yesung’s hold.
“About as many times as I have yours,” Yesung answered, pushing the man up against the smoking getaway car, sighing out a breath of relief. He’d experienced a very real moment of panic for a minute there that he’d lost the last guy.
“Sure, but I think this counts as more than one. Heechul would have granted you a slow death if you’d let one of these guys get away after it took so long to catch them,” was Youngwoon’s reply, smug smirk on his lips. Yesung sighed, aware that the other was right, and of what he wanted.
“I’ll buy you a drink.” Youngwoon grinned in satisfaction, and Yesung shook his head at how easy he was to please. He knew the man well.
Kim Youngwoon was a street patroller and a drug buster who popped in on Yesung’s headquarters every once in a while to visit Park Jungsu, his boyfriend, the head of CSI. On the streets, he was known to those who had cause to know him as Kangin, a name Youngwoon promoted himself because of its meaning and the fear it brought to newcomers when they were told of him.
To Yesung, he was a rival, someone who never failed to meet him head on and argue any point, but who was always there for back up when he needed to be. They lived a constant truce, not only for the sake of their jobs, but their lives as well.
They’d never admit it, but they needed each other. Back up was back up, and it didn’t matter who it came in the form of.
It didn’t help that Yesung answered not only to the Chief of Police but to the head of CSI as well.
“You guys better not be bickering when there’s clean up to be done,” Hankyung called over to them as he moved to reach their side, two police officers in uniform behind him. Yesung knew them to be Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong, two men who’d been on the force as long as Hankyung.
Jung Yunho had reddish blonde hair, long and full down the back of his neck, his bangs sweeping over the very top of his eyes. Kim Jaejoong’s hair was a contrasting black, almost as long as his partner Yunho’s. Both had soft features, but Yesung knew them to be anything but.
Underneath their uniform’s, they were well built and strong.
Hankyung stopped on the other side of the smoking get away car with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking, and looking hardly winded at all. He looked every inch as pristine in his black leather jacket as he had when he and Yesung had first left headquarters earlier that day to follow up on an anonymous tip they’d received earlier that morning, but his normally disordered black hair was completely mussed, and the normally gentle cadence of his voice was slightly less so, his accent thicker from his exertion.
Yesung knew him to be exhausted, whether he showed it or not.
They’d been partners for four years now, having been thrown together because of Hankyung’s superior two years of experience, and the hope that Yesung would learn something from him, and Yesung had grown to learn all of Hankyung’s little reactions and quirks. They’d long since become fast friends, Yesung having proved his own competence and skill quickly and successfully years back, and Hankyung had found he could no longer hide anything from the slightly younger man.
“Never,” Youngwoon said in a mocking tone, still grinning. “And I won’t forget you owe me a beer, Yesung,” he threatened before retreating after Yunho and Jaejoong, who were leading off the last two suspects.
“I wouldn’t forget it for the world!” Yesung called after him, mumbling some incoherent curses underneath his breath before turning to look up at Hankyung. “So what’s the damage?”
“I don’t know how you’re going to explain this one,” Hankyung said on a sigh, gesturing at the car whose engine was still smoking.
“Hey, that wasn’t my fault. The driver’s the one who nearly ran me over!” Yesung exclaimed, giving his partner a look, albeit an amused one. Hankyung glanced back at him.
“And the guy’s arm? His leg?”
“That wasn’t my fault either! He had a gun to my head!” he defended, only growing more amused at how flustered Hankyung was, but Hankyung didn’t answer, only sighed as he turned around to head back to where they’d parked their car earlier.
“Hankyung, it wasn’t my fault!” Yesung yelled as he started to run after him, laughing in amusement even when he knew there were serious consequences awaiting him back at work, and Heechul’s wrath when he learned about the damage done to a suspect, no matter the circumstances.
“Yea yea, that’s what you always say!” Hankyung griped back, and Yesung laughed again as he pulled open the passenger door to slide into their inconspicuous car. “You’re not the only one who has to deal with the consequences you know…” was the last thing said as he climbed in the car as well and put the keys in the ignition.
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When they got back to headquarters, it was with two police cars trailing after them holding their five suspects. They all parked before they headed to the glass doors of the entrance together.
Yunho and Jaejoong held the arms of two men each, Liu Amber the arms of the last. She was the one woman on the police force who could pass for a man, but it wasn’t her looks that made people fear her.
It was her attitude.
Despite her masculine appearance from the back - her brown hair reached her shoulders, but in less of a feminine way than any of the other women on the force - she was all woman from the front. Her voice was huskier then some women’s, but decidedly feminine, and she was relentless in her questioning, relentless in the search for the bad guy.
Yesung knew her to be a good friend, and a nice person, despite what first impressions might make one think.
In all technicality, his and Hankyung’s work on the case that had taken them two weeks to complete was done, but even so, they were the ones who had to deal with their suspects, and the clean up from the heist.
There was still all the paperwork to fill out, the questioning to be done, and then court, but the court was the least of it all. At least then they only had to show up and testify. Right now, they still had to get their hands dirty.
And for all they knew, they didn’t even have the right guys, though that was rather less than possible. For the last two weeks, Seoul had been plagued by five bank robbers, matching the general description of the five men they’d just taken down, and it’d been a nightmare trying to catch them in the first place. They hadn’t even been able to find their hideout.
If it hadn’t been for that anonymous tip that morning, Yesung wasn’t sure how much longer it would have taken them to take these guys out. He could only be grateful the case had been cut short.
Undercover work was never fun, but it’d been decidedly less fun scouring the streets for someone who could give them information night after night after night. It’d been a miracle he’d gotten to go home right after work the night before.
Despite the less than dreamless sleep he’d gotten.
In the back of his mind, the little boy’s face from his nightmare still nagged at him, trying to get him to remember, but as he had this morning, Yesung shoved all thoughts of the dream out of his mind. He still had loose ends to tie up in the case he was working on now.
Such as finding out where the rest of the money was.
“Yesung!” a sharp voice called from behind him as he was following after Hankyung and Amber, who was leading the first of the men to be questioned to one of the interrogation rooms. Turning, he found himself face to face with the Chief himself, Kim Heechul.
Smiling sheepishly, Yesung moved towards the glowering man, Hankyung a few steps behind him, and Yesung wondered if Heechul had already found out about the smoking car and one man’s broken arm and knee cap. He could think of no other reason the man would want to talk to him so soon after they’d completed their case.
The man in question was staring at him with an almost indifferent expression on his face, wavy, long black hair framing his small features. He was almost dainty, petite, but despite the femininity of his appearance, there was no mistaking he was male, and perfectly capable of taking you out if the need came.
“Hey boss, we were just going to question-”
“Doesn’t matter, Hankyung can take care of that. Come with me,” Heechul ordered, turning abruptly and walking off. Yesung’s brow furrowed as he turned to Hankyung and sent him a confused glance, but Hankyung only shrugged. In his eyes, Yesung could see the annoyance.
He assumed the only thing he could assume. Another lovers spat in paradise. And it explained Hankyung’s annoyance in the car as well.
Almost all of those who knew Hankyung and Heechul knew they were lovers - a few had even walked in on some awkward situations in Heechul’s office - and it wasn’t a rare sight to see the two bickering in the hallways, or Hankyung getting thrown out of Heechul’s office. In fact, it was rarer to not see that happen on a daily basis.
Sometimes, Yesung thought the two fought more then they did anything else in their relationship, and sometimes Yesung honestly couldn’t understand why Hankyung was with him.
He’d asked only once, and Hankyung’s response had been so simple.
“I love him,” and he’d shrugged as if it’d made plausible sense.
Sighing, Yesung started off after the man who was already at the corner of the corridor, but Yesung wasn’t worried about losing him. He knew where the other man was headed.
Around him bustled the crime fighters and crime scene investigators who worked on cases directly related to the city of Seoul, and Yesung nodded at those he knew, some nodding or smiling back in greeting.
He moved past labs, conference rooms, interrogation rooms, and coffee rooms, idly listening to the sound of case work as it went on around him, overhearing the sound of a woman’s pleas as she begged someone to tell her different, that her husband wasn’t really dead, distantly hearing the thud of someone’s hand as it hit the table a witness or suspect likely sat at, peering through glass walls as co-workers tracked cars, monitored people, looked up information, or scanned through video footage.
It was all familiar to him, welcoming even, despite the bits and pieces of his job that he hated. He wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. He enjoyed the feeling of elation he got when he brought someone or something to justice - especially when he had to work on cases involving the murder of a child.
He’d almost caught up with Heechul when he caught a glimpse of his friend Lee Donghae in one of the labs. The normally care free man was bent over a test tube, white gloves on, and long brown hair obscuring his face as he gently squeezed liquid out of a dropper. Yesung was momentarily caught up in the moment as he watched his bubbly friend so concentrated, doing what he did best.
Then Yesung was off after Heechul again, wondering what their lab would do without their optimistic forensics specialist, and wishing he’d grabbed his jacket from his office. He’d been feeling oddly cold all morning, despite Hankyung assuring him it wasn’t a cold day in the least.
It was down the next hall that Yesung found Heechul’s office, and though he didn’t see the man, he knew he was already in the room. With the fore knowledge that Hankyung was far from Heechul’s office, Yesung didn’t bother knocking, opting instead to walk right on in.
Heechul was expecting him anyway.
“Look, Heechul, abut that guy’s arm-” Yesung begin when he walked in, only to be cut off by arms that waved Yesung’s words away in dismissal.
“Never mind that, I have something for you,” Heechul started, hands shuffling through files in one of his file cabinets. He stilled after a moment to look up at Yesung with eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Who’s arm?”
Face heating at his mistake, Yesung shook his head. “Ah, nothing,” he tried with a smile, rushing on when Heechul opened his mouth to say something. “What do you have for me?”
After glaring at Yesung for a few moments, Heechul turned back to the file cabinet he’d been rummaging through before producing two thin case files with an exclamation of triumph. He turned back to Yesung with a grin, moving to sit in the chair behind his desk.
Letting go of his hold on the door and allowing it to swing shut with a quiet click, Yesung moved to take a seat in front of the Chief’s desk, one leg crossed over the other, ankle dangling off on the other side of his knee.
Heechul gave him a baleful stare. “Before you can so much as see these case files, Kim Jongwoon,” Heechul said in a low voice, reverting to the use of Yesung’s real name, “You must swear yourself to secrecy.” Lifting an eyebrow in disbelief, Yesung could only stare.
“Heechul, if this is another one of your little games-”
“This is not a game, Yesung!” Heechul growled, fist coming down hard on his desk. “This is serious undercover work, and no one, and I mean no one but the people I have assigned to this case can know anything about it, not even Hankyung.” Startled at Heechul’s serious words, Yesung leaned forward, eyes intent on his boss’ face.
He knew the man to be prone to theatrics - saw it on a daily basis when he loudly threw Hankyung out of his office - but something in his face told Yesung he wasn’t joking around this time. Despite the theatrics, this was serious.
“Alright, Heechul. I swear myself to secrecy. No one will know anything about the case you assign me to other than those who will work with me.” Heechul smiled, but it was a grim smile, rather than pleased.
Sliding the case file that sat on top towards Yesung, Heechul motioned for him to open it. On the very top was a picture of a man Yesung didn’t know well, but who Yesung knew to be the owner of a profitable company by the name of SM Industries - Lee Soo Man. SM Industries owned a variety of corporations who either dealt in something illegal, or were illegal.
The only problem was the police could never get enough evidence to take them down. At the very thought, Yesung’s head snapped up.
“You want me to take down SM Industries!?” he suddenly hissed, leaning in closer to Heechul, feet suddenly securely on the ground.
“No, I want you to lay the groundwork for their take down. Now shut up and listen so I can tell you what I want done.” Yesung’s mouth immediately snapped shut.
“There are currently two cases open that, if we can solve them, can start the take down of Lee Soo Man and his corrupt company. The first, the one you hold now, re-opened the second. SM Industries owns a Psychiatric ward that we currently have under investigation. We have reason to believe the people who are sent there are not receiving care, and are only kept locked away from the rest of the world while parents continue to send them money for the care of the children.”
“So…in other words it’s a mental hospital,” Yesung said bluntly, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs again. Heechul glared at him.
“Choi Siwon, a friend of yours, I believe, was assigned to this undercover investigation a couple of weeks ago, and he found something of even more interest to us there than we expected. Here in lies the second case, the one I am assigning you to,” Heechul continued, sliding the second case file towards Yesung. He didn’t immediately open this one.
“In the Psychiatric ward Siwon is currently working in, he found a friend of ours we haven’t heard from in fourteen years. A little boy, now almost twenty-three years old, unknowingly sent there after the massacre of his family. You might recognize his name. He was all over the news fourteen years ago. Cho Kyuhyun.”
The name sent a gasp whistling out of Yesung’s teeth as he reached for the case file he hadn’t yet opened, only to find the face of the little boy from his nightmare the night before staring back up at him.
He felt a shiver run up his spine, and it wasn’t from the draft he’d been feeling all day.
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Masterlist/Character Information
New Characters revealed (which basically means check the character chart for updates :D)
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.
Title: The Shadow Kissed
Author: insanityplays
Rating: R
Pairing: KRY (Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Yesung), Kangteuk, Hanchul. 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.
- Chapter One -
In the back alley of one of Seoul’s most frequented banks, Yesung stood with his back against a dumpster, hiding in the shadows it cast over him, body slightly tilted forward so he could see the back door where his Chinese partner Han Geng stood flush beside it.
In his hands he held the pistol he’d been issued with his badge four years ago, aimed at the ground in between his feet, held in between his knees but at the ready. His partner’s pistol was held pointed towards the sky, beside his head, as they both waited for the sound of footsteps and the crashing open of a door to break the silence.
With a slight nod and the brief meeting of each others eyes, Han Geng, or Hankyung, indicated that the men inside were moving out, and they both tensed, Yesung skirting closer to the edge of the dumpster, the edge of the shadows, as he pressed himself flush against his cover, mimicking Hankyung’s position, as well as the placement of his gun.
Within the next second, the door flew open, and Yesung heard the distinct sound of someone being struck, of a body hitting the ground, and then the sounds of the rest of the men bolt with loud, confused exclamations of “Cops!”
He didn’t move as he watched feet approach at a fast run, one man hoping to disappear in the shadows of the dumpster and make his getaway unseen, sack in one hand and unaware of Yesung’s presence until a pistol struck out against his face, taking him down.
When he fell, Yesung grabbed one of his pant legs and the sack that contained the money with the other hand to drag them both out from behind the dumpster and into plain view for the men who’d come to relieve them of their bank robbers.
Looking around, he watched as one man, who was face down on the ground right outside the door Hankyung had been standing next to the last time he’d seen him, groan and make to stand up. In front of him, Hankyung was locked in a fight with one of five men who’d been plaguing Seoul’s banks.
Before the disoriented man on the floor could even think to strike out at Hankyung, Yesung shouted a warning, and out of the corner of his eye, caught sight of two men running from the alley, one taking a sharp turn to the left, the other going straight.
A brief window of two seconds allowed him to see Hankyung’s leg strike out and hit the first man in the center of the chest and then he was out of the alley, eyes locked on the man who’d gone straight, hands gripping two sacks of money.
He couldn’t even begin to think about the last man.
Yesung took off after the one he could just see crossing the street, speeding up as he crossed as well, legs stretching to touch concrete, almost a hands width away from grabbing hold of the man in front of him.
His feet hit sidewalk, he reached out, and a screeching car came crashing into the brick wall in front of him, almost taking his arm off with it. A moment’s worth of panic filled his chest at the thought that he’d almost just been killed, and then his gaze flickered to the man sitting in the car, the smoke from the engine starting to make his eyes burn.
Raising his gun, Yesung took aim and shot once, twice, three times at the tires of the car, unable to aim at the man within unless he fired first, and without a thought, jumped onto the hood, waving smoke out of his face, before making an attempt to race after the man he could just see half way down the street.
He was more than aware that the man he was running away from was the getaway driver, but there was no where for him to go but after Yesung, and Yesung had to try and catch up to the last man - he couldn’t just let him get away.
However, he wasn’t surprised when he was stopped short of his attempt to catch up when an arm wrapped around his neck and the cold press of steel shuddered through him from a gun’s place against his head.
Letting out a shuddering breath of air, he raised his hands in the common gesture of “I give up,” and let his gun fall to the ground with a clatter as the click of the safety being turned off echoed in his ears.
“Look’s like you’ve got no where to run,” the man he would bet was the getaway driver said with a satisfied grin, laughing as his finger shifted on the trigger. Yesung let his gaze slip to the man’s face without turning his head and smirked, catching him off guard.
Instead of pulling the trigger as he’d planned, he hesitated, and it was just enough time for Yesung to retaliate. His elbow came up with enough force to break the getaway driver’s arm and throw the gun into the air as he listened to a bone snap, but he heard the gun go off as well before it clattered to the floor.
He had a moments worth of panic that the bullet would hit him as the man behind him went down, but then he heard it ping off the same brick wall the getaway car had hit, and he turned his attention back to the driver as he stood up, cradling his broken arm.
He kicked out then, an attempt to send Yesung to the floor, but Yesung reached out and grabbed his leg, twisting hard until both the man’s leg and his body shifted to the side. The man leveled him a murderous gaze.
“Ready to give up?” Yesung asked in a husky voice, tone low.
“Never,” the man hissed, jerking in his hold and trying to land a kick somewhere on Yesung’s exposed body.
Yesung shrugged and twisted harder until he heard the pop of a knee cap, and let go when the man released a strangled cry, dropping to the floor. Getting down on one knee, Yesung reached forward to grab the man’s good arm and yank it behind his back, pulling out his handcuffs in the process.
Carefully, and in an attempt to keep from making the man’s arm worse for fear of how that could be used against him in trial, Yesung handcuffed both hands together behind his back, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “I gave you a chance, you just didn’t want to take it,” before grabbing his gun and standing back up.
He turned in the direction the last man had gone just in time to see Kim Youngwoon, a police officer with black hair, thick and long in the front and short in the back, walking towards him, the last man handcuffed in front of him with his head down. The sound of sirens filled the air as Youngwoon grinned at him.
“How many times have I saved your life now?” he asked, pushing the man into Yesung’s hold.
“About as many times as I have yours,” Yesung answered, pushing the man up against the smoking getaway car, sighing out a breath of relief. He’d experienced a very real moment of panic for a minute there that he’d lost the last guy.
“Sure, but I think this counts as more than one. Heechul would have granted you a slow death if you’d let one of these guys get away after it took so long to catch them,” was Youngwoon’s reply, smug smirk on his lips. Yesung sighed, aware that the other was right, and of what he wanted.
“I’ll buy you a drink.” Youngwoon grinned in satisfaction, and Yesung shook his head at how easy he was to please. He knew the man well.
Kim Youngwoon was a street patroller and a drug buster who popped in on Yesung’s headquarters every once in a while to visit Park Jungsu, his boyfriend, the head of CSI. On the streets, he was known to those who had cause to know him as Kangin, a name Youngwoon promoted himself because of its meaning and the fear it brought to newcomers when they were told of him.
To Yesung, he was a rival, someone who never failed to meet him head on and argue any point, but who was always there for back up when he needed to be. They lived a constant truce, not only for the sake of their jobs, but their lives as well.
They’d never admit it, but they needed each other. Back up was back up, and it didn’t matter who it came in the form of.
It didn’t help that Yesung answered not only to the Chief of Police but to the head of CSI as well.
“You guys better not be bickering when there’s clean up to be done,” Hankyung called over to them as he moved to reach their side, two police officers in uniform behind him. Yesung knew them to be Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong, two men who’d been on the force as long as Hankyung.
Jung Yunho had reddish blonde hair, long and full down the back of his neck, his bangs sweeping over the very top of his eyes. Kim Jaejoong’s hair was a contrasting black, almost as long as his partner Yunho’s. Both had soft features, but Yesung knew them to be anything but.
Underneath their uniform’s, they were well built and strong.
Hankyung stopped on the other side of the smoking get away car with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking, and looking hardly winded at all. He looked every inch as pristine in his black leather jacket as he had when he and Yesung had first left headquarters earlier that day to follow up on an anonymous tip they’d received earlier that morning, but his normally disordered black hair was completely mussed, and the normally gentle cadence of his voice was slightly less so, his accent thicker from his exertion.
Yesung knew him to be exhausted, whether he showed it or not.
They’d been partners for four years now, having been thrown together because of Hankyung’s superior two years of experience, and the hope that Yesung would learn something from him, and Yesung had grown to learn all of Hankyung’s little reactions and quirks. They’d long since become fast friends, Yesung having proved his own competence and skill quickly and successfully years back, and Hankyung had found he could no longer hide anything from the slightly younger man.
“Never,” Youngwoon said in a mocking tone, still grinning. “And I won’t forget you owe me a beer, Yesung,” he threatened before retreating after Yunho and Jaejoong, who were leading off the last two suspects.
“I wouldn’t forget it for the world!” Yesung called after him, mumbling some incoherent curses underneath his breath before turning to look up at Hankyung. “So what’s the damage?”
“I don’t know how you’re going to explain this one,” Hankyung said on a sigh, gesturing at the car whose engine was still smoking.
“Hey, that wasn’t my fault. The driver’s the one who nearly ran me over!” Yesung exclaimed, giving his partner a look, albeit an amused one. Hankyung glanced back at him.
“And the guy’s arm? His leg?”
“That wasn’t my fault either! He had a gun to my head!” he defended, only growing more amused at how flustered Hankyung was, but Hankyung didn’t answer, only sighed as he turned around to head back to where they’d parked their car earlier.
“Hankyung, it wasn’t my fault!” Yesung yelled as he started to run after him, laughing in amusement even when he knew there were serious consequences awaiting him back at work, and Heechul’s wrath when he learned about the damage done to a suspect, no matter the circumstances.
“Yea yea, that’s what you always say!” Hankyung griped back, and Yesung laughed again as he pulled open the passenger door to slide into their inconspicuous car. “You’re not the only one who has to deal with the consequences you know…” was the last thing said as he climbed in the car as well and put the keys in the ignition.
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When they got back to headquarters, it was with two police cars trailing after them holding their five suspects. They all parked before they headed to the glass doors of the entrance together.
Yunho and Jaejoong held the arms of two men each, Liu Amber the arms of the last. She was the one woman on the police force who could pass for a man, but it wasn’t her looks that made people fear her.
It was her attitude.
Despite her masculine appearance from the back - her brown hair reached her shoulders, but in less of a feminine way than any of the other women on the force - she was all woman from the front. Her voice was huskier then some women’s, but decidedly feminine, and she was relentless in her questioning, relentless in the search for the bad guy.
Yesung knew her to be a good friend, and a nice person, despite what first impressions might make one think.
In all technicality, his and Hankyung’s work on the case that had taken them two weeks to complete was done, but even so, they were the ones who had to deal with their suspects, and the clean up from the heist.
There was still all the paperwork to fill out, the questioning to be done, and then court, but the court was the least of it all. At least then they only had to show up and testify. Right now, they still had to get their hands dirty.
And for all they knew, they didn’t even have the right guys, though that was rather less than possible. For the last two weeks, Seoul had been plagued by five bank robbers, matching the general description of the five men they’d just taken down, and it’d been a nightmare trying to catch them in the first place. They hadn’t even been able to find their hideout.
If it hadn’t been for that anonymous tip that morning, Yesung wasn’t sure how much longer it would have taken them to take these guys out. He could only be grateful the case had been cut short.
Undercover work was never fun, but it’d been decidedly less fun scouring the streets for someone who could give them information night after night after night. It’d been a miracle he’d gotten to go home right after work the night before.
Despite the less than dreamless sleep he’d gotten.
In the back of his mind, the little boy’s face from his nightmare still nagged at him, trying to get him to remember, but as he had this morning, Yesung shoved all thoughts of the dream out of his mind. He still had loose ends to tie up in the case he was working on now.
Such as finding out where the rest of the money was.
“Yesung!” a sharp voice called from behind him as he was following after Hankyung and Amber, who was leading the first of the men to be questioned to one of the interrogation rooms. Turning, he found himself face to face with the Chief himself, Kim Heechul.
Smiling sheepishly, Yesung moved towards the glowering man, Hankyung a few steps behind him, and Yesung wondered if Heechul had already found out about the smoking car and one man’s broken arm and knee cap. He could think of no other reason the man would want to talk to him so soon after they’d completed their case.
The man in question was staring at him with an almost indifferent expression on his face, wavy, long black hair framing his small features. He was almost dainty, petite, but despite the femininity of his appearance, there was no mistaking he was male, and perfectly capable of taking you out if the need came.
“Hey boss, we were just going to question-”
“Doesn’t matter, Hankyung can take care of that. Come with me,” Heechul ordered, turning abruptly and walking off. Yesung’s brow furrowed as he turned to Hankyung and sent him a confused glance, but Hankyung only shrugged. In his eyes, Yesung could see the annoyance.
He assumed the only thing he could assume. Another lovers spat in paradise. And it explained Hankyung’s annoyance in the car as well.
Almost all of those who knew Hankyung and Heechul knew they were lovers - a few had even walked in on some awkward situations in Heechul’s office - and it wasn’t a rare sight to see the two bickering in the hallways, or Hankyung getting thrown out of Heechul’s office. In fact, it was rarer to not see that happen on a daily basis.
Sometimes, Yesung thought the two fought more then they did anything else in their relationship, and sometimes Yesung honestly couldn’t understand why Hankyung was with him.
He’d asked only once, and Hankyung’s response had been so simple.
“I love him,” and he’d shrugged as if it’d made plausible sense.
Sighing, Yesung started off after the man who was already at the corner of the corridor, but Yesung wasn’t worried about losing him. He knew where the other man was headed.
Around him bustled the crime fighters and crime scene investigators who worked on cases directly related to the city of Seoul, and Yesung nodded at those he knew, some nodding or smiling back in greeting.
He moved past labs, conference rooms, interrogation rooms, and coffee rooms, idly listening to the sound of case work as it went on around him, overhearing the sound of a woman’s pleas as she begged someone to tell her different, that her husband wasn’t really dead, distantly hearing the thud of someone’s hand as it hit the table a witness or suspect likely sat at, peering through glass walls as co-workers tracked cars, monitored people, looked up information, or scanned through video footage.
It was all familiar to him, welcoming even, despite the bits and pieces of his job that he hated. He wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. He enjoyed the feeling of elation he got when he brought someone or something to justice - especially when he had to work on cases involving the murder of a child.
He’d almost caught up with Heechul when he caught a glimpse of his friend Lee Donghae in one of the labs. The normally care free man was bent over a test tube, white gloves on, and long brown hair obscuring his face as he gently squeezed liquid out of a dropper. Yesung was momentarily caught up in the moment as he watched his bubbly friend so concentrated, doing what he did best.
Then Yesung was off after Heechul again, wondering what their lab would do without their optimistic forensics specialist, and wishing he’d grabbed his jacket from his office. He’d been feeling oddly cold all morning, despite Hankyung assuring him it wasn’t a cold day in the least.
It was down the next hall that Yesung found Heechul’s office, and though he didn’t see the man, he knew he was already in the room. With the fore knowledge that Hankyung was far from Heechul’s office, Yesung didn’t bother knocking, opting instead to walk right on in.
Heechul was expecting him anyway.
“Look, Heechul, abut that guy’s arm-” Yesung begin when he walked in, only to be cut off by arms that waved Yesung’s words away in dismissal.
“Never mind that, I have something for you,” Heechul started, hands shuffling through files in one of his file cabinets. He stilled after a moment to look up at Yesung with eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Who’s arm?”
Face heating at his mistake, Yesung shook his head. “Ah, nothing,” he tried with a smile, rushing on when Heechul opened his mouth to say something. “What do you have for me?”
After glaring at Yesung for a few moments, Heechul turned back to the file cabinet he’d been rummaging through before producing two thin case files with an exclamation of triumph. He turned back to Yesung with a grin, moving to sit in the chair behind his desk.
Letting go of his hold on the door and allowing it to swing shut with a quiet click, Yesung moved to take a seat in front of the Chief’s desk, one leg crossed over the other, ankle dangling off on the other side of his knee.
Heechul gave him a baleful stare. “Before you can so much as see these case files, Kim Jongwoon,” Heechul said in a low voice, reverting to the use of Yesung’s real name, “You must swear yourself to secrecy.” Lifting an eyebrow in disbelief, Yesung could only stare.
“Heechul, if this is another one of your little games-”
“This is not a game, Yesung!” Heechul growled, fist coming down hard on his desk. “This is serious undercover work, and no one, and I mean no one but the people I have assigned to this case can know anything about it, not even Hankyung.” Startled at Heechul’s serious words, Yesung leaned forward, eyes intent on his boss’ face.
He knew the man to be prone to theatrics - saw it on a daily basis when he loudly threw Hankyung out of his office - but something in his face told Yesung he wasn’t joking around this time. Despite the theatrics, this was serious.
“Alright, Heechul. I swear myself to secrecy. No one will know anything about the case you assign me to other than those who will work with me.” Heechul smiled, but it was a grim smile, rather than pleased.
Sliding the case file that sat on top towards Yesung, Heechul motioned for him to open it. On the very top was a picture of a man Yesung didn’t know well, but who Yesung knew to be the owner of a profitable company by the name of SM Industries - Lee Soo Man. SM Industries owned a variety of corporations who either dealt in something illegal, or were illegal.
The only problem was the police could never get enough evidence to take them down. At the very thought, Yesung’s head snapped up.
“You want me to take down SM Industries!?” he suddenly hissed, leaning in closer to Heechul, feet suddenly securely on the ground.
“No, I want you to lay the groundwork for their take down. Now shut up and listen so I can tell you what I want done.” Yesung’s mouth immediately snapped shut.
“There are currently two cases open that, if we can solve them, can start the take down of Lee Soo Man and his corrupt company. The first, the one you hold now, re-opened the second. SM Industries owns a Psychiatric ward that we currently have under investigation. We have reason to believe the people who are sent there are not receiving care, and are only kept locked away from the rest of the world while parents continue to send them money for the care of the children.”
“So…in other words it’s a mental hospital,” Yesung said bluntly, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs again. Heechul glared at him.
“Choi Siwon, a friend of yours, I believe, was assigned to this undercover investigation a couple of weeks ago, and he found something of even more interest to us there than we expected. Here in lies the second case, the one I am assigning you to,” Heechul continued, sliding the second case file towards Yesung. He didn’t immediately open this one.
“In the Psychiatric ward Siwon is currently working in, he found a friend of ours we haven’t heard from in fourteen years. A little boy, now almost twenty-three years old, unknowingly sent there after the massacre of his family. You might recognize his name. He was all over the news fourteen years ago. Cho Kyuhyun.”
The name sent a gasp whistling out of Yesung’s teeth as he reached for the case file he hadn’t yet opened, only to find the face of the little boy from his nightmare the night before staring back up at him.
He felt a shiver run up his spine, and it wasn’t from the draft he’d been feeling all day.
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