Dangerously Addictive [3/??]
Title: Dangerously Addictive
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Genre: Mystery/Drama/Tragedy/Angst
Rating: NC-17 (beginning and end), PG-13 (middle)
Warning: Un-beta'd and character death(s)
Summary: Jaejoong needed security, understanding, and love. But the thrill of leading others into his web and seeing them succumb to their deaths, drives a different desire, one that's too late to turn back from.
-x-
Jaejoong lay on the sofa as a week went by and then two weeks, before his body finally started to shut down and his muscles began to ache from not moving. He knew that he couldn't escape the truth by withdrawing from the public. And he knew that if he stayed away from Yoochun for far too long, the other man might be suspicious of him.
Besides, his best friend's boyfriend had just died because of him, so he should be out there consoling his friend and not staying home feeling sorry for himself.
With a groan, Jaejoong forced his body up from the couch and stretched, hearing his joints pop. He walked over to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He moaned when the hot spray cascaded down his face and body. It was a refreshing feeling.
After scrubbing himself clean, he walked into his room with the towel hung low on his hips and searched for some clothes to wear. There wasn't much clothes left in his closet since he hadn't used much of Junsu's money to pay for new necessities, which he realized that he should do that soon.
"But I have to console Yoochun and get my guilt out of the way first. That's the main priority," Jaejoong whispered, buttoning his shirt and fixing his hair. With one last glance at his overall appearance, he left his apartment.
-x-
Yoochun finally summed up the courage and returned to work. He had requested a month leave from his work, and even though his boss refused to give him the days off, his boss did feel that it would be best for everyone to take a few days off to mourn for the young model.
"Yoochun-sshi, someone is here to see you," his assistant poked her head into the room. Yoochun was surprised to see Jaejoong in the doorway. His best friend never visited him at his workplace before.
"Jae . . ."
"Hey," Jaejoong gave a small smile. Yoochun could feel the awkward tension in the air and cleared his throat, pulling out a chair,
"Sit."
Jaejoong walked further into the room and sat down in the offered seat. They both waited for the other to speak until Jaejoong finally broke it, forcing a smile on his face that Yoochun knew all too well. Yoochun could tell that his best friend knew that the latest victim he had set his sights on, was his boyfriend and he was here visiting to help lessen the pain.
"When do you finish? Do you want to have dinner together?"
Yoochun shuffled some papers on his desk and shrugged,
"Depends. Are you treating?"
Jaejoong scoffed, the tension between them instantly broken,
"How long have you known me?"
"All your life," Yoochun answered, tapping the stack of papers on the table and then placing them neatly to the side.
"Then you should know that it's your turn. I paid the bill for our drinks last time . . ." Jaejoong quieted as did Yoochun. Yoochun winced, hating how easily their conversation fell into silence and sighed,
"Fine, I'll treat. Where do you want to eat?"
"Anywhere," Jaejoong whispered, eyes on his lap.
"Okay," Yoochun bit the inside of his cheeks, "I'll call you once I'm done with everything here then."
Jaejoong nodded and stood up, ready to escape, but before he could leave the room, Yoochun reached out to grab at his hand. Jaejoong looked up when he felt a thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry."
Jaejoong frowned at the sudden apology, "For what?"
"Yelling at you that night. I didn't mean to."
Jaejoong was quiet and he let Yoochun pull him into a hug.
"You know how much I care about you. We were always together while growing up. Don't ever think that I don't love you. You can come to me for anything. You can trust me."
Even though Jaejoong didn't return the hug, Yoochun was okay with that. Just the fact that Jaejoong personally came to his office to cheer him up, was enough.
Jaejoong ducked his head in embarrassment and his lips twitched a bit before hastily turning around and leaving the room. Yoochun let out a sigh and sat down heavily in the seat his best friend had previously occupied. He didn't know how long he could dance around Jaejoong like this. He knew that one day, his bottled feelings would burst, and he would be unable to take back the words said in his anger.
-x-
When they met for dinner that night, Yoochun had chosen a place in Kongsoogan. They ordered Hell Ramen to share with a plate of kimbap and spicy rice cake. Yoochun managed to eat a few strands of noodles before he felt his mouth on fire.
"I shouldn't have eaten that. Now I feel like I have to eat something else to take away the pain."
Jaejoong chuckled, slurping the noodles as if the spiciness had no effect on him. He watched with amusement as Yoochun dabbed at his sweaty forehead.
"Poor Chunnie can't take his spicy foods," Jaejoong cooed.
"I can too," Yoochun frowned, "Just not this spicy where it feels like my lips are throbbing in pain."
Jaejoong smiled and scoffed, raising a spoonful of the bright red soup to the other man, but Yoochun moved away from it and whined,
"I can't eat anymore."
Jaejoong sneered, "You only had one bite."
Yoochun ignored the other man and ate some of the spicy rice cakes. Jaejoong pulled the bowl of ramen in front of him and ate the rest of it.
They both walked out of the small restaurant minutes later, and as promised, Yoochun paid for the meal.
"Get home safe," Yoochun said. Jaejoong smirked,
"I can take care of myself. I think it's you, who should be careful."
Yoochun watched as the other man hailed a taxi and got in. When he deemed that his best friend was safe, he walked over to his car parked nearby. When he sat in the driver's seat, he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. He hoped that Jaejoong really did go home.
-x-
"Take me to the Smoke Elixir," Jaejoong told the driver. He knew that he had lied to his best friend, but he thought that if he had tried to get along with Yoochun, that his guilt for killing Kim Junsu would disappear, but it didn't. He still felt the regret. The shame.
"Here, keep the change," Jaejoong said when the taxi arrived at the club. He cut in line and smiled familiarly at the bouncer as he flashed his ID. Once inside, as if on routine, Jaejoong went straight to the bar and ordered a drink.
But before he could add the powder, an arm wound itself around his waist. He stilled and felt the familiar hot, prickly sensation go up and down his body. He felt uncomfortable and vulnerable by the lack of control. This was his game to play. He was the hunter and everyone else was the victim, not the other way around.
Jaejoong forced himself to stare at the man and plastered on a fake, confident smirk. He needed to take back his control on the situation.
"And where are you touching?"
"A place where I hope it gets you to come to bed with me," the man whispered, gripping Jaejoong's hips in a tight hold. Jaejoong refrained himself from retaliating with a punch to the man's face. Instead, he chuckled, resting his own hands over the man's,
"You like leaving bruises?"
The man's grip tightened in answer and pressed his nose into Jaejoong's neck before inhaling the scent there,
"And hickeys."
Jaejoong bit his lip and tried to suppress a shiver as he felt the man's nose and lips running down the expanse of his neck.
"Hickeys?" Jaejoong breathed.
"Hickeys," the man confirmed and bit hard on a patch of skin. Jaejoong didn't anticipate such an attack and was surprised by the action that he couldn't contain his anger and uneasiness when he pulled away from the man's warmth and punching him in the jaw.
The man, however, was equally as furious and he managed to pull them away from the bartender and to the backroom where no one would interrupt them. Jaejoong held onto his drink tightly as he tried to yank his hand away from the man's grasp,
"Let go!"
The man slammed Jaejoong against the wall, the drink sloshing a bit.
"Ow, you fucker!" Jaejoong spat and turned his head when the man leaned in to dominate and kiss him. But Jaejoong didn't want that, so he pushed against the man. When it proved to be of no use, he brought his knee up in between the man's legs.
The man immediately crumpled to the floor in pain and Jaejoong took that chance to straddle the man's waist and quickly pulling the bag of white powder from his pant pocket. In his haste, he almost dumped the whole thing into the man's mouth that he managed to pry open. With the last of his drink, he poured it into the man's mouth and forced it shut, waiting until the man swallowed.
The man made his final attempts to push Jaejoong off, but Jaejoong held on and didn't let go until the man swallowed the drug. Jaejoong fell to the side when he was knocked off and the man moved to choke him. Jaejoong raised his hands to pull off the hands that were around his neck.
"What the hell did you make me swallow, you bitch!"
Jaejoong gasped and tried to get some oxygen into his lungs, but he couldn't. He struggled at the hands around his neck a few more seconds before the man above him loosened his grip and Jaejoong managed to fight back, pulling the hands away from his throat. The man seemed confused at what was happening to his body. Jaejoong rolled the man under him and gave a triumphant smirk when he realized that his drug was working. In just a few seconds, the man would be paralyzed and helpless to what he planned to do to him.
Jaejoong stood up from the floor easily and stared down at the man. He pressed his boot against the man's crotch and glared,
"Never, ever touch me unless you have permission. Got that?"
The man tried to get up and get at him, but Jaejoong pressed his foot down harder,
"Disgusting pig."
The man's face turned red and Jaejoong watched the man cough for a while before noticing the white, powdered substance on the man's lips. Jaejoong reached down to wipe away the stray powder there before rummaging around in search for the man's wallet.
"What -- What are you doing?" the man coughed at the powdered grains still stuck in his throat.
Jaejoong remained quiet, focusing his attention on finding the wallet. When he did, he tucked it in his pocket and returned his gaze back to the man,
"Now, you can go die."
He easily made his way back out to the dance floor and into the night air. Jaejoong leaned against the brick wall and inhaled the cold wind. He shivered and happily walked back to his apartment.
-x-
"Take this to the lab for analysis," Changmin handed the bag sample of the cocktail glass to a passing team member and stood up from his crouched position over the victim.
"Looks like he struck again," Yunho said with a frown. Changmin removed his gloves,
"And about time. It's been a month since the last attack. I was wondering when his itch to kill, returned."
"So you were anticipating?" Yunho asked in surprise and Changmin nodded,
"I did. And what's interesting, is that this time we have a witness who saw this man with a younger male. So I'm going to interview him right now."
Yunho followed after Changmin to the bar where the bartender was talking to another detective. Changmin smiled when he approached them and the other detective nodded his head in acknowledgement before leaving.
"I'm Detective Shim and this is my partner, Detective Jung. I heard that you saw our victim."
The bartender nodded, "I did. He approached from the dance floor over to the young male I was making a drink for. The young male did look uncomfortable when the victim touched him around the waist. They looked cozy for a moment until the younger male punched the victim in the face and the victim dragged the young male towards the back there where the victim's body was found."
"This young man, did you see his face clearly?" Changmin questioned. The bartender nodded,
"I did. It was hard not to stare. I mean, he had a beautiful face."
"Is it okay if we sit you down with a sketch artist?" Yunho asked. The bartender shook his head,
"I don't mind."
Changmin smiled, "Then, we'll have the sketch artist come down in a few minutes."
Changmin then turned away and walked back to the crime scene.
"So, they had a fight? But I thought our perpetrator was gay?" Yunho wondered. Changmin stared down at the victim,
"No, we can't assume that our perpetrator is gay just by his choice of victims. His motive might be because he hates the male gender. We may never know the reason for all these killings until we have him behind bars."
Yunho nodded in understanding, "It shocked me when the bartender revealed that our perpetrator was uncomfortable around our victim."
"I as well. Hopefully the sketch artist will do a good job in sketching out the face of our perpetrator," Changmin said.
-x-
Yoochun flopped down on the couch with a sigh. His brother looked up from his magazine,
"What's wrong? I don't think I ever heard you sigh like that before."
Yoochun shook his head, dismissing the question and toweled his hair dry before picking up the remote control. His family didn't know of his relationship with Junsu and he planned to keep it that way. He managed to turn on the TV when his mother came into the living room with a plate of cut fruit.
"Thanks," he mumbled, picking up a fork and stabbing a piece of korean pear. He surfed through the channels until a familiar scene appeared.
That's . . .
Yoochun turned the volume a little louder as a reporter began speaking.
"There was another attack here at the Smoke Elixir just an hour ago. And from the looks of it, it seems like our killer decided to come back to take another victim. Will we ever capture the man and put him behind bars?"
Yoochun turned the TV off. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth and then stood up. Yoohwan looked up,
"Hyung?"
"I-I'm tired. I'm going to bed early," Yoochun pushed the half-finished plate of fruit towards his brother and headed towards his room. Once inside, he locked the door behind him and searched for the scrap of paper that he had penned a certain phone number. He looked at the number nervously and reached for his phone. For a second, he contemplated on whether he should go behind his best friend's back and tell the detectives everything or just stay quiet and pray that Jaejoong would eventually stop his addicting habit.
Before he made the final decision in his head, his fingers were already punching the numbers into his cellphone. He pressed his phone against his ear and waited impatiently as the ringing began. It rang three times before the call was picked up.
"Hello? Shim Changmin speaking."
Yoochun recognized the voice and the butterflies in his stomach was making it hard for him to concentrate on what he was planning to tell the detective.
"Hello?" the voice repeated again. Yoochun snapped out of his nervousness and spoke into the receiver, his voice cracking just a bit,
"It's Park Yoochun."
"Ah, yes. I remember you. Did you remember something?" the voice asked.
"No, but . . ." Yoochun bit his lip, "I-I haven't been truthful to you. I . . . Jaejoong is my best friend. We were always together, he wasn't like this before but recently, he acts as if he can't live without the thought of killing someone."
"I'm not sure I follow. Who is Jaejoong?"
Yoochun swallowed and sat on the edge of his bed, "He's the one you've been looking for. He's the one that's responsible for the recent club killings, Kim Jaejoong."
-x-
"We've got our murderer," Changmin smirked over at his partner. Yunho frowned,
"Already? But the news was just on --"
"I just got a call from Park Yoochun," Changmin announced and moved from his spot behind his desk and over to the lounge in the middle of the office.
"The late model's boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he confessed to who has been behind the killings and you wouldn't believe who it is," Changmin pulled out his phone and clicked open a recent text message he had received and whistled at the attached picture.
"What?" Yunho moved over to peer down at Changmin's cellphone, "Wow. So who is he?"
"Our murderer it seems."
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Genre: Mystery/Drama/Tragedy/Angst
Rating: NC-17 (beginning and end), PG-13 (middle)
Warning: Un-beta'd and character death(s)
Summary: Jaejoong needed security, understanding, and love. But the thrill of leading others into his web and seeing them succumb to their deaths, drives a different desire, one that's too late to turn back from.
-x-
Jaejoong lay on the sofa as a week went by and then two weeks, before his body finally started to shut down and his muscles began to ache from not moving. He knew that he couldn't escape the truth by withdrawing from the public. And he knew that if he stayed away from Yoochun for far too long, the other man might be suspicious of him.
Besides, his best friend's boyfriend had just died because of him, so he should be out there consoling his friend and not staying home feeling sorry for himself.
With a groan, Jaejoong forced his body up from the couch and stretched, hearing his joints pop. He walked over to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He moaned when the hot spray cascaded down his face and body. It was a refreshing feeling.
After scrubbing himself clean, he walked into his room with the towel hung low on his hips and searched for some clothes to wear. There wasn't much clothes left in his closet since he hadn't used much of Junsu's money to pay for new necessities, which he realized that he should do that soon.
"But I have to console Yoochun and get my guilt out of the way first. That's the main priority," Jaejoong whispered, buttoning his shirt and fixing his hair. With one last glance at his overall appearance, he left his apartment.
-x-
Yoochun finally summed up the courage and returned to work. He had requested a month leave from his work, and even though his boss refused to give him the days off, his boss did feel that it would be best for everyone to take a few days off to mourn for the young model.
"Yoochun-sshi, someone is here to see you," his assistant poked her head into the room. Yoochun was surprised to see Jaejoong in the doorway. His best friend never visited him at his workplace before.
"Jae . . ."
"Hey," Jaejoong gave a small smile. Yoochun could feel the awkward tension in the air and cleared his throat, pulling out a chair,
"Sit."
Jaejoong walked further into the room and sat down in the offered seat. They both waited for the other to speak until Jaejoong finally broke it, forcing a smile on his face that Yoochun knew all too well. Yoochun could tell that his best friend knew that the latest victim he had set his sights on, was his boyfriend and he was here visiting to help lessen the pain.
"When do you finish? Do you want to have dinner together?"
Yoochun shuffled some papers on his desk and shrugged,
"Depends. Are you treating?"
Jaejoong scoffed, the tension between them instantly broken,
"How long have you known me?"
"All your life," Yoochun answered, tapping the stack of papers on the table and then placing them neatly to the side.
"Then you should know that it's your turn. I paid the bill for our drinks last time . . ." Jaejoong quieted as did Yoochun. Yoochun winced, hating how easily their conversation fell into silence and sighed,
"Fine, I'll treat. Where do you want to eat?"
"Anywhere," Jaejoong whispered, eyes on his lap.
"Okay," Yoochun bit the inside of his cheeks, "I'll call you once I'm done with everything here then."
Jaejoong nodded and stood up, ready to escape, but before he could leave the room, Yoochun reached out to grab at his hand. Jaejoong looked up when he felt a thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry."
Jaejoong frowned at the sudden apology, "For what?"
"Yelling at you that night. I didn't mean to."
Jaejoong was quiet and he let Yoochun pull him into a hug.
"You know how much I care about you. We were always together while growing up. Don't ever think that I don't love you. You can come to me for anything. You can trust me."
Even though Jaejoong didn't return the hug, Yoochun was okay with that. Just the fact that Jaejoong personally came to his office to cheer him up, was enough.
Jaejoong ducked his head in embarrassment and his lips twitched a bit before hastily turning around and leaving the room. Yoochun let out a sigh and sat down heavily in the seat his best friend had previously occupied. He didn't know how long he could dance around Jaejoong like this. He knew that one day, his bottled feelings would burst, and he would be unable to take back the words said in his anger.
-x-
When they met for dinner that night, Yoochun had chosen a place in Kongsoogan. They ordered Hell Ramen to share with a plate of kimbap and spicy rice cake. Yoochun managed to eat a few strands of noodles before he felt his mouth on fire.
"I shouldn't have eaten that. Now I feel like I have to eat something else to take away the pain."
Jaejoong chuckled, slurping the noodles as if the spiciness had no effect on him. He watched with amusement as Yoochun dabbed at his sweaty forehead.
"Poor Chunnie can't take his spicy foods," Jaejoong cooed.
"I can too," Yoochun frowned, "Just not this spicy where it feels like my lips are throbbing in pain."
Jaejoong smiled and scoffed, raising a spoonful of the bright red soup to the other man, but Yoochun moved away from it and whined,
"I can't eat anymore."
Jaejoong sneered, "You only had one bite."
Yoochun ignored the other man and ate some of the spicy rice cakes. Jaejoong pulled the bowl of ramen in front of him and ate the rest of it.
They both walked out of the small restaurant minutes later, and as promised, Yoochun paid for the meal.
"Get home safe," Yoochun said. Jaejoong smirked,
"I can take care of myself. I think it's you, who should be careful."
Yoochun watched as the other man hailed a taxi and got in. When he deemed that his best friend was safe, he walked over to his car parked nearby. When he sat in the driver's seat, he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. He hoped that Jaejoong really did go home.
-x-
"Take me to the Smoke Elixir," Jaejoong told the driver. He knew that he had lied to his best friend, but he thought that if he had tried to get along with Yoochun, that his guilt for killing Kim Junsu would disappear, but it didn't. He still felt the regret. The shame.
"Here, keep the change," Jaejoong said when the taxi arrived at the club. He cut in line and smiled familiarly at the bouncer as he flashed his ID. Once inside, as if on routine, Jaejoong went straight to the bar and ordered a drink.
But before he could add the powder, an arm wound itself around his waist. He stilled and felt the familiar hot, prickly sensation go up and down his body. He felt uncomfortable and vulnerable by the lack of control. This was his game to play. He was the hunter and everyone else was the victim, not the other way around.
Jaejoong forced himself to stare at the man and plastered on a fake, confident smirk. He needed to take back his control on the situation.
"And where are you touching?"
"A place where I hope it gets you to come to bed with me," the man whispered, gripping Jaejoong's hips in a tight hold. Jaejoong refrained himself from retaliating with a punch to the man's face. Instead, he chuckled, resting his own hands over the man's,
"You like leaving bruises?"
The man's grip tightened in answer and pressed his nose into Jaejoong's neck before inhaling the scent there,
"And hickeys."
Jaejoong bit his lip and tried to suppress a shiver as he felt the man's nose and lips running down the expanse of his neck.
"Hickeys?" Jaejoong breathed.
"Hickeys," the man confirmed and bit hard on a patch of skin. Jaejoong didn't anticipate such an attack and was surprised by the action that he couldn't contain his anger and uneasiness when he pulled away from the man's warmth and punching him in the jaw.
The man, however, was equally as furious and he managed to pull them away from the bartender and to the backroom where no one would interrupt them. Jaejoong held onto his drink tightly as he tried to yank his hand away from the man's grasp,
"Let go!"
The man slammed Jaejoong against the wall, the drink sloshing a bit.
"Ow, you fucker!" Jaejoong spat and turned his head when the man leaned in to dominate and kiss him. But Jaejoong didn't want that, so he pushed against the man. When it proved to be of no use, he brought his knee up in between the man's legs.
The man immediately crumpled to the floor in pain and Jaejoong took that chance to straddle the man's waist and quickly pulling the bag of white powder from his pant pocket. In his haste, he almost dumped the whole thing into the man's mouth that he managed to pry open. With the last of his drink, he poured it into the man's mouth and forced it shut, waiting until the man swallowed.
The man made his final attempts to push Jaejoong off, but Jaejoong held on and didn't let go until the man swallowed the drug. Jaejoong fell to the side when he was knocked off and the man moved to choke him. Jaejoong raised his hands to pull off the hands that were around his neck.
"What the hell did you make me swallow, you bitch!"
Jaejoong gasped and tried to get some oxygen into his lungs, but he couldn't. He struggled at the hands around his neck a few more seconds before the man above him loosened his grip and Jaejoong managed to fight back, pulling the hands away from his throat. The man seemed confused at what was happening to his body. Jaejoong rolled the man under him and gave a triumphant smirk when he realized that his drug was working. In just a few seconds, the man would be paralyzed and helpless to what he planned to do to him.
Jaejoong stood up from the floor easily and stared down at the man. He pressed his boot against the man's crotch and glared,
"Never, ever touch me unless you have permission. Got that?"
The man tried to get up and get at him, but Jaejoong pressed his foot down harder,
"Disgusting pig."
The man's face turned red and Jaejoong watched the man cough for a while before noticing the white, powdered substance on the man's lips. Jaejoong reached down to wipe away the stray powder there before rummaging around in search for the man's wallet.
"What -- What are you doing?" the man coughed at the powdered grains still stuck in his throat.
Jaejoong remained quiet, focusing his attention on finding the wallet. When he did, he tucked it in his pocket and returned his gaze back to the man,
"Now, you can go die."
He easily made his way back out to the dance floor and into the night air. Jaejoong leaned against the brick wall and inhaled the cold wind. He shivered and happily walked back to his apartment.
-x-
"Take this to the lab for analysis," Changmin handed the bag sample of the cocktail glass to a passing team member and stood up from his crouched position over the victim.
"Looks like he struck again," Yunho said with a frown. Changmin removed his gloves,
"And about time. It's been a month since the last attack. I was wondering when his itch to kill, returned."
"So you were anticipating?" Yunho asked in surprise and Changmin nodded,
"I did. And what's interesting, is that this time we have a witness who saw this man with a younger male. So I'm going to interview him right now."
Yunho followed after Changmin to the bar where the bartender was talking to another detective. Changmin smiled when he approached them and the other detective nodded his head in acknowledgement before leaving.
"I'm Detective Shim and this is my partner, Detective Jung. I heard that you saw our victim."
The bartender nodded, "I did. He approached from the dance floor over to the young male I was making a drink for. The young male did look uncomfortable when the victim touched him around the waist. They looked cozy for a moment until the younger male punched the victim in the face and the victim dragged the young male towards the back there where the victim's body was found."
"This young man, did you see his face clearly?" Changmin questioned. The bartender nodded,
"I did. It was hard not to stare. I mean, he had a beautiful face."
"Is it okay if we sit you down with a sketch artist?" Yunho asked. The bartender shook his head,
"I don't mind."
Changmin smiled, "Then, we'll have the sketch artist come down in a few minutes."
Changmin then turned away and walked back to the crime scene.
"So, they had a fight? But I thought our perpetrator was gay?" Yunho wondered. Changmin stared down at the victim,
"No, we can't assume that our perpetrator is gay just by his choice of victims. His motive might be because he hates the male gender. We may never know the reason for all these killings until we have him behind bars."
Yunho nodded in understanding, "It shocked me when the bartender revealed that our perpetrator was uncomfortable around our victim."
"I as well. Hopefully the sketch artist will do a good job in sketching out the face of our perpetrator," Changmin said.
-x-
Yoochun flopped down on the couch with a sigh. His brother looked up from his magazine,
"What's wrong? I don't think I ever heard you sigh like that before."
Yoochun shook his head, dismissing the question and toweled his hair dry before picking up the remote control. His family didn't know of his relationship with Junsu and he planned to keep it that way. He managed to turn on the TV when his mother came into the living room with a plate of cut fruit.
"Thanks," he mumbled, picking up a fork and stabbing a piece of korean pear. He surfed through the channels until a familiar scene appeared.
That's . . .
Yoochun turned the volume a little louder as a reporter began speaking.
"There was another attack here at the Smoke Elixir just an hour ago. And from the looks of it, it seems like our killer decided to come back to take another victim. Will we ever capture the man and put him behind bars?"
Yoochun turned the TV off. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth and then stood up. Yoohwan looked up,
"Hyung?"
"I-I'm tired. I'm going to bed early," Yoochun pushed the half-finished plate of fruit towards his brother and headed towards his room. Once inside, he locked the door behind him and searched for the scrap of paper that he had penned a certain phone number. He looked at the number nervously and reached for his phone. For a second, he contemplated on whether he should go behind his best friend's back and tell the detectives everything or just stay quiet and pray that Jaejoong would eventually stop his addicting habit.
Before he made the final decision in his head, his fingers were already punching the numbers into his cellphone. He pressed his phone against his ear and waited impatiently as the ringing began. It rang three times before the call was picked up.
"Hello? Shim Changmin speaking."
Yoochun recognized the voice and the butterflies in his stomach was making it hard for him to concentrate on what he was planning to tell the detective.
"Hello?" the voice repeated again. Yoochun snapped out of his nervousness and spoke into the receiver, his voice cracking just a bit,
"It's Park Yoochun."
"Ah, yes. I remember you. Did you remember something?" the voice asked.
"No, but . . ." Yoochun bit his lip, "I-I haven't been truthful to you. I . . . Jaejoong is my best friend. We were always together, he wasn't like this before but recently, he acts as if he can't live without the thought of killing someone."
"I'm not sure I follow. Who is Jaejoong?"
Yoochun swallowed and sat on the edge of his bed, "He's the one you've been looking for. He's the one that's responsible for the recent club killings, Kim Jaejoong."
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"We've got our murderer," Changmin smirked over at his partner. Yunho frowned,
"Already? But the news was just on --"
"I just got a call from Park Yoochun," Changmin announced and moved from his spot behind his desk and over to the lounge in the middle of the office.
"The late model's boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he confessed to who has been behind the killings and you wouldn't believe who it is," Changmin pulled out his phone and clicked open a recent text message he had received and whistled at the attached picture.
"What?" Yunho moved over to peer down at Changmin's cellphone, "Wow. So who is he?"
"Our murderer it seems."
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