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Reflections | L.DH (M)

prologue- “what do you think our children would look like?” + “I’m such a coward. Fuck it.”

tw- friends to lovers trope, they’re kinda oblivious to their feelings especially y/n, haechan is whipped as hell. mentions of smoking, drugs (like weed) and alcohol. university mention. y/n is a smart good girl and haechan is sorta the mischievous boy in her class that causes trouble. Honestly just a cute fluff romantic scenario <3

notes- heavily inspired by the song “Reflections” by the neighbourhood.

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“Fuck off donghyuck!”

your face scrunches in multiple wrinkles, frowning at your friend who has been a pain in your ass repeatedly by constantly pressing on your laptops keyboard which would mess up the article you will have to present in your psychology class tomorrow. you are pulling a fortnight for this piece of work and when you told your friends that you were busy that you can’t attend jaehyun’s party; one of your ‘friends’, not sure if you can call him one anymore considering he’s such an asshole right now.

Donghyuck voluntarily said he will help you out, since he’s already done this project (early) you agreed but little did you start to regret it quickly when he was simply distracting you from finishing it. Right now the time is about 4.00 am and it’s causing you to have a minor breakdown.

just a little university minor breakdown that will leave you pulling at your hair and scream, kick and maybe even few tears if it worsens.

The boy looks up at y/n flashing her a deviously smile as his voice coos singing. “I been trying to do that if you haven’t noticed, babe.”

Lips left out a small Ugh, he hears you push his face away with your flat palm as your attention turns to your laptop, pressing on the keyboards again. He whines blowing out raspberries.

“Someone’s stressed..” he sang again as he brushes forth his fingers in your hair, flicking it in the air one curly strand by another. You close your eyes letting out a harsh exhale, god you pray he just happens to pass out but knowing donghyuck- he’s a freaking nocturnal animal.

He never sleeps you swear.

“Donghyuck I would lovingly appreciate it if you… get out of my dorm.” You spat warningly. He pouts watching you. “But you said I could stay.”

“Yeah because I didn’t think you’d be a pain in my ass.”

“You should thank me I’m entertaining you.” He sassily retorts sitting up on your bed, he crawls behind you where he pushes you away from your laptop and takes it; he begins to slowly type humming. “Look I’ll help you, I can tell you’re struggling.”

you sigh. Was it really that obvious? Out of all people donghyuck really can read you as if you were a tracing paper, you were as transparent as anything; maybe it’s because you guys are closer than you would actually like to admit. People would often mistake you guys as a loving couple, hell some thought you were married considering the amount of bickering you guys do. It’s reached the point where your parents and his parents genuinely wish to see you everytime you’re with another.

As you would watch the serious expression on your friend next to you, you felt slightly like a burden. You grunt in protest reaching to snatch the laptop. “Let me do it I’m almost finished anyways—“ he would pull the laptop from your reach. “No, take a rest.”

you frown. “No I’ll finish it, hyuck.” you said back as you crawl to reach the laptop but in the end you were faced with the most stubborn boy you known to existence so you ultimately gave up with a gentle sigh. instead you place your head on his lap as he types away the last bits of words in your article.

haechan looks down at you with a soft smile, he softly pats your bangs away from your face before saving the article. he couldn’t help but tilt his head, humming.

“you know…what do you think our children would look like?”

you open your eyes, raising eyebrows at his sudden question. you croak a short smile, scoffing. “suddenly?”

he gives a soft nod. “genuine question.”

“I think they would be troublesome. Especially your children.”

he gasp slightly offended. “Uhm excuse you y/n my children are perfect just the way they are.” you snicker as you reach forward cupping his face, squishing it a little. “as if, more like devil’s offsprings.”

“What if we had children together.” he trails quietly and you softly pause, letting go off his face. “You mean…if me and you had a child together?”

he nods. “Mhm what do you think they would be like?”

“Non existent… I dunno.” you slowly shrug it away but he pouts with some sadness lingering. “Come on answer seriously.” He tells y/n as he saw you sit up on the bed. You look around your room warily.

“what do you think then?” Y/n asks the boy.

He would push the laptop on the side as he lays on the right side of your bed and you would follow his body on the left side, leaning a gap in the middle between your bodies. There was a share breathe took in. Haechan would look at y/n as if she was the missing piece all along. Though this was obvious to all of the uni campus, to y/n it was like a non existent fantasy that would never happen. You met donghyuck at your first year as freshmen, you transferred from another uni few months after and since you were the new girl, everyone wanted to be your friend. Haechan laid eyes on you when you were chosen to sit next to him in psychology and he swore he never fell in love so quickly.

It was love at first sight for him. You started as sweet friends who grew to slowly pick up a bickering relationship where you constantly play fight like small children. You think of him as someone always up to no good, a boy who is stuck in his sixteen years rather than twenty one. Not only was he the type of boy to get into trouble, he did hang around the wrong people who were bad influence.

he would get into lots of police trouble and at some point he skipped school so many times to comprehend. Yet every time something fucked him over, he calls you. Whenever he was drunk to his bones, he calls his top pinned saved number under the contact name ‘my saviour’, which is you. When he hit the darkest time of his life where his mother happened to be severally ill, he isolated himself away from the world.

who was the one who never stayed away no matter how many times he pushed people out of his life and cut them out numerous times? It was always you. No matter how much you argue with him, no matter what he does to annoy you and become a massive headache; you really can’t help but think you’re fated to him. It was a blessing and a curse.

He was your reflection. You were his reflection.

The reflection of all those bad things he has done, the hard moments in life he overcame (all thanks to you)— you were exactly that, the proven moment of how far he’s come and changed thanks to you.

“I think our children would be adorable!” He exclaims with a short smile. “I’d like a little girl that looks like you.”

“Too bad I really want a boy.” You reply back and he immediately disagrees. “No way, having a daughter is way better.”

You shrug flicking your fingers on his loose wavy hair, not lying but you always found his natural hair so attractive, the way it was wavy and curly in some areas, it covered his eyes most of the time and whenever he came to class half asleep he would barely have time to brush it; yet you loved that. His imperfections were his perfect traits.

“You’re rather serious about this topic. Did you fall for me or something?” You joke out.

He falters at your words with slow hums as he never broke eye contact with your lips. Haechan was quick to catch himself staring a little too long, so he turns away to his phone to look at the time.

“Oh shoot it’s already 4.50.” He loudly barks sitting up. “We have class in about four hours, you’ll be a total zombie if you don’t sleep now.”

You raise your eyebrows. “What about you? The boys dorms are locked already and so are the girl’s dorms. Will you just sleep at mine?” He smirks making himself comfortable on your bed as if it was his own. “You bet I am. Lay down and go to sleep already.”

“Okay dad relax, gosh.” You grumble. The moment your body was sleeping next to his you seem to have fell into a comfortable slumber. something about being in hyuck’s presence makes you feel safe…

Your body relaxes underneath the bedcovers as your lamp was turned off leaving the room cover by the midnight darkness. He was wide awake staring right at you as he lays on the side to watch your unconscious face. Smiling to himself ear to ear, the little moles on his beautiful melancholy skin stand out in the blackness of the dorm. he’d slowly run his fingers down the sides of your face, brushing the little hairs from your fringe away,

The softness of your cut bangs prickle the fingers a tiny bit, though he never minded it. your gentle breathes leaning your flaring nostrils were cute to watch, and somehow he found himself admiring your raw beauty. Messy hair, no makeup leaving only your bare face, loose tomboyish clothes that suit your figure well.

he felt like he was too close to stars, just by being with you. you were the planet that was resolving round the sun.

Haechan didn’t realise it until he was far too in the situation, his lips were subconsciously closing in the small gap between you and him; he marks the open cheek leaving a wet smooch. the kiss was short lived when he slowly backs away, with a proud smile on his face. those strong feelings only grew stronger and he felt some sort of clarity from it.

he didn’t have the courage to do anything he wished to do and say when you were wide awake. But when you were asleep, he can’t surpass on the opportunity revealing itself. Yes, he was a coward.

A coward that couldn’t express his hidden feelings that he developed exactly four years ago.

But the moment he saw a glimpse your eyelashes fluttering, your eyes adjusting to the darkness where you saw haechan’s face hovering over yours. He stands frozen like a statue, dead silence. Y/n must’ve felt her stomach twist and turn, overburden by massive butterflies flying around to escape the lower abdomen. Heart skipped a beat in unison. Breathing was on holt, making you forget how to breath.

He didn’t want to be caught. He didn’t want his relationship with you change, as much as he craved a change, he was scared of it happening in reality. Haechan would rather keep fantasising about it in his head treating it like a delusional crush that will pass. Because he never knew somebody like you.

He would rather know and keep you around instead of using you because of his personal romantic feelings he holds deeply for you. He knows you don’t feel the same way, so what was the point of confessing exactly to you? The only answer was rejection from you. He wouldn’t want to lose you just because of his selfish feelings he has.

Caught by surprise when two cold hands crawl on his sharp v-jawline, with a strong force pulling him softly in on warm lips. The boy lets out a small gaping gasp that your ears picked up. You pull away from the small kiss you gave him, watching him lovingly under the bright moonlight creeping in through the windows behind your back.

Haechan eyes you hungrily, like it was a dream of his, honestly speaking he gaslights himself to believe this was just a dream of his happening; the boy lightly pulls you by your waist underneath the bed duvet covering you both. Captivating your lips in another kiss, but this time it was much more passionate. He was taking little control over time, he explores your tongue inside and out as well as your soft lips that smell of vanilla chapsticks you always put on your lips durning class.

Who knew he could get so addicted on the fantasy he could only dream about? The real deal was so much better than haechan could ever imagine. You were his bane of existence knowing that you’re going to be the death of him. He wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve such torture for over four years, pretending to not have any feelings for you. Having to deny them to his best mates.

Having to watch you speak about guys you were finding attractive. Hell he even watched you go through a breakup once and that is what pained him the most. He fought your ex and you ended up getting pissed at him, because you weren’t aware of his feelings he held for you. Haechan swears he’d never dare make you cry. It’s the last thing he wants to do to you.

Y/n’s lips quiver against the aggressive synchronised movements as you wrap your fingers round his beautiful long curly locks. He breaks out the kiss, murmuring words you couldn’t ever imagine.

“I’m such a coward. Fuck it.” He tells to no one specific but only himself, as if it was a pep talk.

“I love you, y/n.”

Brave words coming to the surface just like the colour rushing to his cheeks, thankfully the darkness covers it enough that you wouldn’t be able to see how nervous he was to the point he would be blushing like a twelve year old boy confessing to his first love; the giddy little feelings you’d thing was left behind in his puberty years, weren’t really gone.

“Hyuck..” you mutter as you watch him, seeing the girl’s eyes tremble a little as your fingers slowly unlock from the hair. You trace your hands around his face bringing him in a warm embrace close to your necktie where he rests just above the chin.

He was preparing himself for a rejection. Closed eyes shut as he enjoys the last embrace that he managed to make himself believe that it was the last time he will ever see you, ever speak to you and the humiliation will traumatise him truly. He was scared.

But when your soft voice haunts his mind with a twist of words that he never believed at first before his pupils open wide, face rushing to the surface to watch you as the only light source was from the bright full moon.

“I love you too. Always have.”

Maybe…maybe this wasn’t a dream. Haechan prays it wasn’t.

He never knew he found someone that fell just as hard as he did, because the moment his eyes laid on round bambi eyes he swore he saw his own reflection in your eyes.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 4 !! || —> Next Part 5.

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From warmest lungs come whitest clouds, a humble gift of the sun that is simply heaven bound; and this is the beauty of the cold rainy days, to show us what it is to feel the humid droplets of rain threatening to spill out the grey clouds,

But even though it is a gloomy image spreading in the distance, with the ground flooding and the windows ratting with,

The day still seems as important and as magical everyone imagined it to be. The bride and groom were happy nevertheless, and at the end of the day, their wedding photos turned out absolutely beautiful to their expectations.

The preproduction of the venue was up to date to the theme that the bride has wanted it to be, a simplistic white theme with roses and a three-tier expensive looking cake, along with family and close friends to cherish the lovely day with.

Rumbling guests chattering amongst themselves, even the priest— who was picked on the last minute because somehow… Jisung has begged Johnny to be the priest. The real reason was because the original priest who was booked, has dipped and refused to go and do the job due to the heavy storms today.

The place however, was soon to be interrupted by two police officers roaming in as freely as if it were their home on a Sunday evening back from work. Areum never invited them but she ignored the presence, as she looks down at Nayoung and Minjae.

“Hey, go and play with Dalli and Daehyun. Oh and stick to Uncle Doyoung and auntie Jisoo.”

The children skip around with a big smile, together meeting with the two slightly older twins; and the couple sitting by with a champagne in their hands, looking like a rich older sophisticated couple. The large venue also invited Haechan, who would Jisung be if he didn’t invite his ‘favourite hyung’, right?

Kun, Yangyang and Renjun were let off work, all thanks to Jeno’s boastful invite . These three soldiers were surrounded by Mina’s co-workers from the daycare nursery.

And finally, Areum had to bring her three plusd Mark ,Karina and Mr Ahn. Her boss was surprisingly half drunk already, dancing on the dance floor as if there was no tomorrow. Mark and Karina roaming the food aisle section, digging in freely.

Areum notices a taller figure shadowing over her, voice rutting, her clearing it obnoxiously. She walks past the man, and he simply follows as he’d begin to pull the journalist outside the heavily occupied room, more quiet where the alcoholic drinks were.

“I don’t think you were invited.” Areum speaks first, cutting the detective like a deep blade ready to stab and stab all over again. The clear dislike for the police itself was really there and she did not bother to hide it. Baekhyun said nothing but his eyes fall down to his hands where a white letter with red writing opens up from the folds,

The journalist peaks down to the letter he reveals casually to her, with large red ink written title ‘Warrant’ as well as the courts justice signature for proof. The smug detective would watch the fallen disappointing expression on Areum, but somehow rolls eyes. As expected, of course they’d get a warrant to be extra careful and precise.

Areum looks away and Baekhyun puts the paper back in a square-four folds, tucking it back into the pockets fancily. “Now, I’m assure you know why I’m here so let’s get to the point.”

Another silent answer from Areum. Baekhyun begins to realise that the woman was merely ignoring his existence, as her focus was down on the food in the plates, nearly presented for the consumers to ear. He sighs dramatically “Unless, you want me to stay. Which I’m aware you don’t want that, so quickly give me a statement.”

He hears nothing from the unbothered woman. Areum curls the fingers at the small macaroons, taking a plate. She lifts the pink French classic dessert with the fingers, nomming into it as her eyes meet Baekhyun.

The man watches her eat, the woman humming in awe at the exquisite taste.

“Miss Park, can you cooperate with me here?” Baekhyun asks. Areum swallows the food, bringing the plate down. “Look, Detective. I already said my statement, which is I don’t know anything. Now if you please tag along with your boyfriend over there and get out.”

Baekhyun turns around seeing Chanyeol standing awkwardly like a sore thumb around the fancy dressed up guests for the wedding. Baekhyun looks back at Areum, clearing his voice. “I’m afraid I won’t leave unless I get a real statement.”

Areum gives a fake smile. Somehow, the police officer’s determination was aspiring, aspiring to failure , areum would think. Unfortunately for the man, who truly did nothing wrong to be disliked or hated; but the woman still somehow found ways to dislike his presence inside and out. Areum will be the death of him metaphorically.

No one can get through Park Areum and make her confess or find out any information from her. It’s impossible with journalists, and it’s even more impossible with a journalist like Areum herself.

“Very well,” Areum would say. “Completely your choice detective, stay. Enjoy my brother’s wedding.” She’d tell him, grabbing the plate and leaving with it to join the others. Baekhyun mentally sighs.

He has such an easy job, but it’s rather proven to be difficult when it comes to Park Areum.

Jisung would pull the knife with Mina’s hands on top of his, cutting the cake slice open. The people massively clap and cheer, some whistling and some jumping around wanting a cake slice already to eat. The group gathering around,

Areum smiling as her camera focuses on the moment, capturing the wedding pictures.

“Now who wants a cake?” Jisung jokes about. Nayoung’s jumps up and down by the side. “Me! Uncle Ji, I want cake!”

“I will do the honours and spoon feed you, princess nayoung.” The groom dramatically tells, Mina smiling and laughing as she holds Minjae in the arms. Areum turns around to pinpoint the speaker with the music dj and sound track, slow dancing music arriving the area.

Everyone stops and gasps as they realise it is the time for the groom and bride to twirl in and begin the dancing spiral trail, where slowly others would join beside them for the beautiful night.

Jisung caught in a prance, Nayoung and Minjae fell off their hands to join the others, as the guests step back forming a small dance circle. The groom, wearing the enrich black and white tuxedo with a white rose pinned on the collar, looks in awe at the woman he can finally call his wife, for an eternity; The bride, looks back with just as amount of love and eagerness,

The man approaches, hands pulling the bride forward in a soft embrace with hands creeping round the waist so naturally,

Their bodies felt such a safe place hold for anything, it’s as if their bodies interlinked. Mina’s breathe hitches, feeling the way Jisung’s hands held a tight hold on the beautiful wedding dress. Slow music calming the busy venue, as it follows the couple.

Jisung whispers, only things mina could hear so clearly. “I dreamed of this day so many times, is this a dream?” these words of doubt was almost lethal. Mina’s eyes softening, as she moves her hands to hold on the jawline, their eyes reconnecting.

Mina smiling softly, the tip toes on short high heels perk upwards, lifting her body to lean in; the bride’s lips capturing a long lasting soft kiss on him. Jisung flustered, still had returned the kiss with the arms pulling his wife with help.

“It’s not a dream, love.” Mina encouragingly told. “This is real. I love you.” she confesses, their attached lips breaking apart and Jisung felt a rush of serotonin in the stream,

“I love you too.” Jisung utters, bewitched by a woman called now his wife.

Slowly, couples start to join the slow dance right after Jisung and Mina’s short confession. The Kim Couple; Doyoung and Jisoo, join the party very quickly as they slow dance nearby the bride and groom.

Jisoo resting her chest on Doyoung’s, as he leads the dance. Then Mr Ahn seemingly found himself a partner to dance with.

Jeno wasn’t going to be just fashionably late, if he weren’t to magically ask his own wife out to dance right?

Areum felt a hand next to her in offer come out, turning around to be met with dark Iris pupils gazing into her sulking eyes. The woman tuts the tongue, he hearing the light tongue kiss in annoyance.

“May you give me the honour to the dance, Miss Park?” Jeno sways forward, awaiting a patient answer. Areum sighs, “I’m afraid I already promised someone else a dance.”

The stubborn woman put up a fight, with all the right reasons to be upset if he were to be honest— very well deserved. He came late to her brother’s wedding, but he was more than devoted at the end to arrive at least when the dance for the couples began.

Jeno smirks, with that flirtatious smug that Areum always hated, but somehow, came to love over the years. “I’m sure you can make an excellent expectation and dance with me first.”

How persistent, Areum thought. He was most and definitely grovelling and will grovel for Areum at a week least. The hand stays still awaiting to be held, the woman looks at it and then up at Jeno. She slowly took the hand and lead to the dance floor with hundreds of people dancing in synch to the slow romantic lullaby on speakers,

Intense gaze hardly broke between them. Jeno was merely in a hypnosis, admiring how beautiful his wife was with the wedding clothes and maid of honour dress— with the way she was upset and trust Lord he knows it very well. He’s terrified with his wife’s anger, but he can deal to make up for it. He sometimes wonders, what Areum is thinking in that head of hers to be looking up at Jeno with such a deep magnifying eyes making him intimidating at times.

Areum mutters out, half annoyed. “You said you would make it here before the cake cutting.”

The man’s lips fall at a line, this was a situation that she wouldn’t really forgive him quickly. It is her only family member’s wedding, he was expected to be there from the morning and since he’s also a busy man with a busy job; she can understand he can’t be there in the morning. But the cake? He himself stated to her yesterday night he would be there on time.

Jeno softly speaks, he did feel guilty. “I know, I am sorry. I ran into traffic because of the storm, but that’s not an excuse. I should’ve cleaned my schedule for this.”

She sighs, her hands latch themselves on the sharp jawline, pulling jeno’s face down to match on the lips. Areum deeply kissing him and him in shock, he stands still with eyes closed. Muscular hands attaching deep on the hips through the dress fabric, areum lightly pulls apart from the cold lips that began to heat up from her own mouth’s warmth and effect she has on him.

He used to be so heartless and cold, Areum was his epiphany to a new life where he could be living comfortably in heat. Warmth he longed for so long.

“Forget it.” Areum orders. “Life doesn’t always go as planned. Sometimes life takes a complete left instead of a right. Do not feel guilty for something you cannot control.”

“And please, who would I be if I didn’t record this from the start?” Areum smirks, Jeno’s guilty and saddened face lit up with his eyebrows curving on his forehead. He smiles, “no way, you did that?” Jeno croaks out with a short laugh.

Areum nods, tilting head at the man. He smiles, leaning down kissing her lips once again. “God, you’re amazing.” He thrills out.

While couples were busy exploring themselves, the singles (cough mark and Karina) were left in some sort of La La love musical.

Karina hums bored, if anything the woman wishes to dance but the only guy her age of interest is Mark. Now, you might ask why can’t she just ask him to dance right?

Well, these two have some sort of rivalry for whoever is areum’s best assistant. These two are more like oil and water, mismatching and opposites— but at times, that opposites attract begin to form something called likeness. The co-workers merely are at stage one, pushing at stage two where Mark lee has become hypo aware of the feelings for Karina, but he simply…

Chooses not to confess even though it kills him to see Karina look at other people that isn’t him. He needs that little push to finally make him snap… Standing between the food on the long table, the beautiful Karina stands still as he turns around with his eyes, watching her intensely as he bit his lip to find the courage to ask her just one tinsy thing.

He can’t believe he’s about to ask his co-worker this. “Karina, do you dance?” Mark finally spoke, out of nowhere cutting off Karina’s inner thoughts and thinking.

She turns around raising an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?” And that is when the sudden confidence has disappeared, crushed and hidden away. The boy stutters, looking ahead at the couples dancing in front of them, no longer looking into her pretty eyes. “No reason.” Mark coughs.

He couldn’t see the immense disappointment painting on the young woman’s face, Karina sighing lightly. What else was she expecting, Karina thought that maybe, just maybe, Mark might ask her; but clearly not. She turns around no longer looking at Mark who greatly upset her,

But a tan slender hand forward invades the eyes. A young guy came forward to ask the pretty girl if Mark wasn’t going to do it. “Would you like to dance, miss?” Karina looks up hearing the guy with a challenging expression and a smirk forming on the lips with ease and confidence oozing out— something Mark lee is lacking right now.

She raises her eyes, judging Haechan from head to toe. She never met him, but she definitely seen of him. “You’re miss park’s friend right?” Karina questions.

“Awh you remembered me. But yes, indeed that’s me.” Haechan curls forward, eyes falling to side-watch Mark’s jealous expression with those dangerous round eyes of his marking Haechan when his face leans down to Karina to look closer and whisper words, that Mark could not bear to hear.

Haechan exclaims shockingly. “Areum never told me she had such a pretty assistant near her at all times. If she told me, I might be there twenty four seven.” Mark mentally gags hearing the younger boy flirt with his colleague.

Somehow he needs to thank Lee Haechan for his part in this conversation that no one hardly invited in to but only himself. Mark was done watching the man steal someone he’s been having eyes on a lot longer and with better intentions than Hyuck. The Canadian boy steps between them when Karina was thinking if she should do it as a plan B.

To the girl’s surprise Mark was blocking Haechan’s hand to be taken by Karina, the man speaking with control. “She already has a partner to dance with, go tag and find someone else.” Mark lightly spat, and Haechan whistles with hands in the air surrendering with no offence to fight back at the angered man.

“Whoa Marky boy, calm down. How about us two dance instead?” Hyuck teases with his eyebrow slit raising up to simply annoy the smart man in front of him. Mark glares with a raise of disgust by the thought of being held by Haechan, only because it’s Lee Haechan— if he was to be stuck for a day with him he would’ve killed him or himself .

It’s the hard truth but Haechan is just one of those people he has zero built up patience for and Mark, is a man of god who is patient for everyone 99% of the time.

“I already have a dance partner, it’s Karina.” Mark exclaims, with his hands falling to link themselves around Karina. The girl’s lips fall apart in surprise, watching Mark in awe. The man was glaring at Haechan, with a half smirk. Haechan exaggerating, gasps and complains. “Shame, she really is a dime isn’t she?”

With the chit chattering cut off for Mark’s timetable, he pulled the young glamorous woman in on the dance floor, Karina still as shocked as ever but nevertheless— thrilled and static with happiness running in her veins. These two dance their life away with each other,

Haechan sighs watching everyone dance. “Took him long enough to confess.” He spoke with shock and disbelief— if he were Mark who was in love with Karina, he’d be claiming her left and right. However the Canadian boy was much distant and slow at cooperating his feelings. Haechan could only do him a favour and act as a threat to Mark, making him seem interested in the young assistant.

He can’t believe it took him a small flirtatious action at Karina and Mark was shaking with boiling anger in his veins. Who knew Mark could be really intimidating and scary when jealous?

Travelling behind the scenes stands a silhouette figure, outshining and clearly not blending in the background nor the theme of the wedding. The young woman lurks like an eagle hunting, spying and scoping— seemingly to be looking for something or…

Someone.

Everyone was busy enjoying themselves at the party as well as keeping their best shoes on for dancing. The red hair man however, was not, his eyes caught on the moment her distant eery body language turns away from the crowd. She was taking actions of a loner, but who would be a loner at a wedding party?

The mysterious woman was a diamond piece, shining directly at Haechan who was an awful perk for having a diploma in nosiness. So when she suddenly heads out the entrance, finding the way to escape, The man follows her from behind.

Green exit logo flickers off and on with the green LED light, a swoosh of nightfall breeze hitting in; the wrapped up woman taking one step out to escape, till something blocks the way. He cuts her off by the last door, leaning the rest of the body mass strength onto the doorframe. The woman looks up, questioning the man flashing her a flirty upwards smirk, deeply.

She’d pause. He spoke upbeat and extremely openly with his extroverted friendliness. “Hey there short peach, I don’t know you but I’m afraid I was in charge of the invites.” The girl hears silence once the upbeat man paused, merely for dramatic applause. He lightly whispers condescendingly with arrogance. “I don’t remember inviting your face round here.”

She raised an eyebrow. Despite the long and very strong accusations the young woman has shown no sign of botheredness. You’d suppose she is really going with the motto, fake it till you make it.

Ryujin disagrees, softly poking the hand blocking her way to exit, pulls haechan away as she walks away now. “Sorry I have a boyfriend.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone said that to me but ended up in my bed the next morning.”

The man said with a load of dump information, smuggling his eyes onto the woman to not lose track.

Body falls off the wall he has supported himself on to stop the girl from leaving. Haechan scrunched his face, balling saliva and tongue together at the corner of his lips, forms a ball poking on his right cheek. He was now, very much annoyed by the ignorant young girl. How dare she pull the ‘change the subject’ card on him. Especially when that was not his intention.

He was quick to turn around with a blank expression twisting into his flirtatious act. Following the mysterious stranger from behind. He knows she’s suspicious, his intuition and brain was raging it. “That’s fine baby, he really doesn’t need to know.”

Haechan half heartedly laughs, eyes squinting as his lips pucker into this annoying prat’s smirk that only high school fuckboys pull when they wish to harass girls for something; but instead it was Haechan trying to find out the truth of this stranger crashing his friend’s wedding. More like spying.

Not hearing a reply back, Ryujin was quick to gather on her motorcycle, tucking legs on the metallic feet paddles attach to the vehicle. She is reaching forward for the safety helmet but suddenly a tan thin spindly hand with miniature freckles takes it off the girl. The helmet was spun round the hand by a long index finger, flinging it like a yo-yo playtoy.

She lets out a soft growing growl as eyes scan where it was taken by the boy previously following her like an annoying stray dog without a home. She final glares, hands snatching the item rotating freely by the one thin finger. Haechan smirks watching how her agitation grows minute by minute.

“Short peach.” He trails leaning down to the small yet neatly structured motorbike roaring its engine out with bright clear headlights flipping on by the switch pulled. Ryujin scoffs, “you’re going to get hurt if you do not move out my way right this instant. Not that I care though.” Her lips push out with a dangerous smile. A smile that wishes pain on the boy.

“I love a little pain, darling. I am very much a masochist.” He teases forward, winking.

But even though this woman was a clear enemy of his who wouldn’t care if he were to die or survive. Haechan found it absolutely thrilling of his incurable boredom, because it was exciting to see such dynamite reactions from her. It’s been a while since someone wanted him dead— best believe it turns his boorish little unalive heart to beat again. He smiles mischievously.

“C’mon you entered and left. Aren’t you one of the guests, yes or no?”

Ryujin quietly utters out, tilting head. Oh how painfully she is torturing the boy in front of her. He is awaiting answers but all his questions were lead by another question. “Why so curious huh?”

“Well, I know for a fact Jisung is a loser who has no friends and somehow bags himself a woman he calls his wife now. The guests were either family or close friends. Now tell me, which one were you?” Haechan carefully interrogates the cyclist with crossed arms, though keeping steady weight on the bike so she would not ride off however she pleases.

Awaiting a response his face was met with Ryujin forward through the open small rectangle on the helmet. Eyes staring into Haechan’s black pupils, his eyes were as big as the sun itself considering she can see her own self in them. “Fuck around and find out, pretty boy.” Ryujin mouths.

Next thing the mere mafia solider knew was a strong breeze with rain hitting the bare nape behind his long mullet hair, body dropping simply by sliding off when the motorbike powerfully drives off the property with high fuel. Large black smoke inhale in the nose, Haechan coughs. He sees the trail of smoke leaving, letting the bike go free. But not completely free.

He grins like a nerd who has passed all his high school exams with a hundred percent. He stands up slowly, as haechan’s ears soon hear a loud beeping sound with red dot alert on the phone’s screen.

It was a map with a red dot moving constantly around. A tracker.

She did say fuck around and find out, Haechan thought. Little does the young woman know that she told this to the most annoyingly persistent mafia in the world who does not know when to give up.

Though the night was young and wild, blasting their carefree relentless minds at ease with such bumming music dumping through the windows and walls making it impossible to not hear how loud their songs are— as well as their voices.

One person was surely feeling the need for peace and quiet however. That person, would be Areum. The journalist really wasn’t used to parties and constant music on, if she decided to stay in that party for longer she felt like her drums were going to explode.

Turning back around looking in the windows from the outside. Areum saw Mina and Jisung, smiling ear to ear, wide. The groom and the bride were only starting their first chapter of their life, she couldn’t be more happy for them.

The sweet moment has dimmed down once the time reveals the groom and the bride beginning a music change of dance disco genre. Areum squints her eyes forward, not believing her eyes. Mina and Jisung were doing a dance battle.

“And they say romance is dead.” Areum chuckles shaking her head, even if they are adults who just got married they still have time to be children themselves.

A shiver sent against the arms, Areum simply holds her body in an embrace keeping warm. It was colder at night but the rain really helps the weather to be freezing. The journalist stands nearby the car park, wearing the black formal dress fitting in the wedding theme from before. Hands shift back and forth down the arms sidelines, Areum’s lips softly blow out a white smoke coming out her mouth.

It was so cold that her breath was a white thick layers of smoke. But the cold was tolerable, surprisingly. Areum found it really peaceful, finding the inner calmness in herself to admire the full moon above in the sky. A large ball unable to miss it along with the stars that seem way too shiny on this day.

Just when inner peace was found, a guy stands next to her, tucking the cold reddish hands in the front pockets. He’d break the silence, “how come when disaster strikes it’s you always involved?”

Baekhyun questions turning his head only to the right direction facing her whilst his body stands straight, just like Areum’s. He wondered this question for eternity it feels like.

She speaks lowly as more smoke escapes her quivering lips. “A journalist job is to be present in everything.”

Detective Baekhyun goes amused, laughs a bit finding her reasoning fair but awfully witty. He simply radiates back the same energy response, raising one of his eyebrows at her.

“Is being stubborn and annoying a trait for the journalist too?”

“Mayhaps.” Areum turns her face towards Baekhyun, jokingly speaking back. “Is it cop’s personality to be crashing people’s weddings outta nowhere?”

He whistles hearing those words from the woman, fiddling on his tip toe shoes. “Touché. Fair enough. Can’t argue with you on that.”

“But seriously speaking now, won’t you tell me the truth? We both know very well you were the last person to see Mr Tong.”

“I have evidence and facts to prove that and easily detain you up in a cell for twenty four hours. The only reason I haven’t resolved into doing that is because I know you’re a clever woman.”

Baekhyun has caught Areum’s face faltering at every sentence he’s spoken with. All this friendly act and banter makes it impossible to like the detective because Areum, as stubborn as this will sound to many, she won’t open up even if it costs her life. Baekhyun’s threat does not scary her. She wouldn’t mind being detained for twenty four hours, in fact she wouldn’t care if she was detained for longer.

He hears silence. Areum went back to not speaking or answering him at all, because he confronted the problem that he needs answers for. It’s his job to do so.

Baekhyun softly lowers his eyes. “It’s frustrating to admit it but yes, you are intelligent and strong. I’m envious of that. You steal all of our cases because you’re quicker and better. But surely you have enough common sense to just own up and tell us your statement.”

Explaining how he feels this much pent up emotions he opened up so easily to Areum. But nevertheless the heartless hardcore work-alcoholic stays on her two glued feet on the ground. She can’t give up her parents case, she would have no choice but to hand it to the police. It wasn’t hers to begin with. She stole it. Baekhyun only want the case back, Areum told herself mentally.

She will uncover the truth about her family. She won’t give it up, that’s like giving up on her parents. Mr Tong didn’t die in vain for Areum to break and tell the truth to a detective out of all people.

Areum calmly said. “I already told you, I know nothing.” Baekhyun looks away in disbelief before turning to look at the formal clothed woman with a gaze.

“What if i told you I know what you’re digging up?” He trails quietly.

Areum raised an eyebrow amused, not believing one bit the bluff. “Hmm what would that be then, detective Baekhyun?” She lingers taking one step forward to the man, with her chin raised glaring with alluring eyes. She was intimidating him.

He takes a step back shuddering as the woman’s presence was far too much in control of the situation but he was desperate. Desperate for leads to the case himself. In fact he never intended to return it back to his chief, he wanted to do his own just like Areum. He slowly moves his hand across the leather jacket opening it, his fingers tap on the thin layer of paper resembling a thin photo.

“These are your parents, aren’t they?” Baekhyun spoke. The photo revealing to be two police officers just like the one Areum saw previously at Mr Tong’s place.

He saw Areum gulp her saliva down harshly, as she takes the photo by the edge softly with her fingertips. She does not break eye contact from the photo.

Areum softly spoke a whisper. “You knew them?” Baekhyun sighs out quietly. “Yes, I was an intern at the time. Your parents took great care of me at work. It was a shame when i heard they have passed away.”

The woman painfully closes her eyes and finally looks away from the photo. She pushes the photo card back into Baekhyun’s chest.

Areum harshly spat. “What’s your deal?” The woman fills her tone with wrath, this wasn’t how she planned her brother’s special day to be. “If you want me to back away from the case you’ll have to do a lot more than that.” Areum angrily said.

“Who said I want you to leave the case alone?” Baekhyun suddenly utters out confused. “My intentions were to team up with you. We both want to uncover the truth about them.” Areum let’s out a scoff hearing him speak about being partners, there’s no way she can trust a cop. She starts to walk away turning her back on the officer.

Areum kicks the stones underneath the fancy heels, as she quickly walks out with stomps indicating that she was really holding out her anger. How could he pull a photocard of her parents and think some sappy story could make her snap and crack to expose her crimes of stealing information from the police station. Even though she did technically steal it, she won’t admit to it. It’s her parents case at the end of the day and the police don’t help willingly.

It’s the sad truth. As Areum matches up to the entrance to join the wedding party once again, Baekhyun was quick to cut her off by jogging up and stopping in front of the woman. He forces her to look at him, showing her his pleading eyes and desperation on the face. She looks at him with her heart stopping temporarily.

Why did she feel like she could trust him? What makes him so familiar with her? Why was she actually crumbling for this detective? Areum hated this so much. She hates how soft she can get, and she hates how this detective specifically is devoted to her parents. Areum has discovered that they were police officers behind her back all their life, and what makes her so jealous and hurt is that Baekhyun knew that.

He knows them personally more than she could ever know them. He’s closer to them more than she ever was when they were alive and now that they are dead; she won’t ever have a relationship like he had with them. It hurts even more now that Jisung’s case is even worse. They died when he was really young.

“Areum, you don’t have to work with me but hear me out. People aren’t you are involved a lot more than in this case than you realise. People you wouldn’t expect.”

She pushes Baekhyun off, grunting at the words. “What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense. Me and Jisung are the only ones involved.”

Baekhyun stood still as he were pushed roughly by the two hands, he was suddenly quiet and hesitant.

“Lee Jeno, is involved in the case .”

Areum bites her bottom lip withholding laughter with all her resistance but the joke she heard was far too powerfully. Areum can’t help but think, what’s this nutcase talking about? He really must’ve went mad. The woman bursts a giggle holding the end of her head and stomach. Baekhyun wasn’t laughing however. He was plainly standing still as he watched her seriously.

She softly chuckles, but then noticing how Baekhyun is not laughing. She clears her throat and stops her behaviour immediately. She felt like her entire body shut down the answer and her brain was disclosing it awfully quickly not believing such a thing and she won’t ever believe it. Areum trusts her husband.

“Oh my god detective, you should be a comedian. Did you perhaps think about a career change?”

“I’m being serious, Areum. Jeno killed your parents.” Baekhyun spat half annoyed and the other half completely frustrated.

Areum blinks at Baekhyun not believing him whatsoever but grinning ear to ear at the detective. “Come on, don’t you think you’re being utterly disrespectful painting my parents death that way? How could Jeno murder my parents?”

The detective chides. “I have evidence to prove it. He planned the car crash.” Baekhyun quickly begins, trying his best to convince Areum otherwise. As he suspected before it’s not easy to get a journalist on their side.

“Stop!” Areum shouts explosively breaking down, frowning at the detective. “My husband is innocent. Do not speak low of my family, just because he is the mafia.” She spat backing away once again, glaring with hatred to the police officer. You’d think the police wouldn’t be prejudice but surely they paint the mafia so badly. Areum used to think so too till Jeno and Jaemin have changed her view point completely. “Now I’d appreciate if you never speak to me again.”

Said Areum threateningly. “Or else I’ll take this to court telling them you’re stalking me. That’ll surely take away your badge.”

The journalist stared at the broken detective as she turns away to go inside the building. But halfway in she bumps into a strong wood musk scent and a strong surface pulling her back preventing her to fall. Jeno was on his way outside to collect Areum, only to run into her coincidentally.

He flashes the confused woman down a smile. “Hey we’re about to head home so i was looking for you. Nayoung is getting drowsy.”

Areum with trembling eyes looks up at her husband, seemingly she zoned out watching her husband’s face, still questioning Baekhyun’s accusations. It still doesn’t make sense in her head but why point such a strong allegations onto him of all people.

She shakes her thoughts, she can’t believe she lets Baekhyun get the better of her judgment. How could she analysis the love of her life.

“Areum. Hey… you hear me?” Jeno worryingly said. She shakes her head awkwardly laughing. “Ah sorry I zoned out. Think I had too much to drink.”

“I’ll get the kids and meet you in the car. I’ll tell goodbye to others too.” She tells quick and Jeno nods as he watches Areum leaving inside the building to do as she said.

Jeno couldn’t help but shake the awful tension. Why was his gut feeling acting up?

Though the moment Areum was not in sight his dark menacing expression falls like paint on a canvas, when seeing Baekhyun chilling up front who was already watching the mafia leader. Jeno approaches forward, only to walk past Baekhyun.

The detective was watching Jeno as much as he pleases. Jeno felt his stare a little too obvious but nevertheless he wasn’t here to pick fights. Something tells Jeno that Baekhyun was responsible for Areum’s weirdly off putting behaviour…

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

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A fair smoke curls forward, taking a shape of all sorts of shapes. The young girl blowing past the heart-structure lips on the cigarette lips entrance. With a lisp, she spoke slurring as the cigarette began to burn out,

Half annoyed sigh alerts by the girl leaning on the brick wall behind a night club, hidden well in the city from important eyes. The hands flip in the back jean pockets, clicking out a pink lighter.

“Hmm, smoking without me now are you?” The deep voice entices, posh shiny shoes clicking by the dirty ground, surrounded the garbage in the alleys. The girl looks up, lips carefully mocking, lighting the nearly finished cigarette.

She’s sank out her voice, exhaling a ramming flock of smoke blowing in the older man’s face. “Hate to burst your bubble oldie, I prefer to smoke by myself.” The cheeky younger woman, who wore a black leather jacket and tight fitted skinny all black jeans and shoes; blonde and black hair mixtures in messily.

In response, he scrunched the face when it hits the surface, nostrils flaring as he tilts his head amusingly at the youngling.

“I am only 40, sweetheart.” He ingurgitates thickly, switching out a cigarette packet where the fingers pull one out by the two fingers with ease, turning on the black lighter with a healthy large flame blowing by the wind. “Talk about ancient, mind telling me about the dinosaurs during your times?” The girl fronts .

“Sure.” The man was quick to agree stepping forward blocking the girl into the bright red brickyard wall, sturdily hanging against it, the girl watches up apathetically. He leans down whispering, warningly as if she decides to back-chat again, it wouldn’t end well for her.

Far from well. He digs a closer look, making his intentions and vibe clear. “A little dinosaur told me that you should get on with it and start to deliver this lovely present to her.” A heavy packaged box disguised as if it were a normal box from a post-mailbox. She raises an eyebrow down from the brown box, knowing that this was no ordinary thing despite its appearance.

“Hurry and make sure she opens it, no one else.” The girl looks down when he’d say it, nodding. “Yes sir, I’ll start immediately.”

He smirks down holding up the younger’s chin, menacingly folding the face in his palm like it were his own property. “Good, hurry up then. I’m a very impatient man, you must know that by now.” She scorns, pushing off the palm. The brick wall would be isolated, as she walks away from the alleyway leaving the man laughing.

Oh how he loves predictable reactions. If only he could see her’s when she opens the box.

Mark looks out the window, where a blast of wind hits the surface of his eyelids, cheeks and lips, fresh oxygen amount inhaling in the heavily guarded lungs in his body. The white and black multi colour expensive car driving in the corner of the breezy highway.

In the back seats where the young man and the intern assistant, Karina sit together, leaving the front driver to be Areum.

“Mark seriously get your face back in the car, you look ridiculous with the wind blowing.” Areum tuts, soft laughter to experience a full on show on Mark being childish. He seriously represented a dog sticking their tongue and face out of the car.

Mark obeys, flying back in the car with the seatbelt still attached— obviously he wouldn’t be the one doing crimes. Karina looks out of her own window, glancing down to the map. “I think this is it when you turn two lefts.” She said.

The man spoke with determination, raising an eyebrow aloud. “I could’ve instructed us honestly, we would’ve been here quicker if i read the map.” Hearing the response, the pale girl turns around throwing sting eyes at the half-assed confident mark. “Yeah, I’m sure. As if you have evidence to prove that.” Karina murmurs sarcastically under the voice, hiding the awful untruthfulness.

Mark toughs out, looking away from Karina. Areum ignores their little falling out, their rivalry to help Areum can be much to handle. The woman feels sometimes that she’s dealing with children even at work, but that’s just their relationship and she cannot change it. If Mark and Karina wish to compete, they can.

But not around Areum that’s for sure. The woman looks in the front stirring window, turning the wheel with one hand on top; the car swiftly turns the two lefts, bringing them in front of an very old-slum apartment complex with many stairs and railings, as well as garages for public use.

Their destination cuts off now, as Areum steps out the vehicle with a thin black brick recorder and a pen with notepad. Mark and Karina come out right after. The man with a white and blow flannel and white shirt, black loose jeans brings a small envelope with pictures of evidence.

Girl with purple highlights with black hair, a lovely beauty mark on the right cheek, comes in view with her hands on a digital-journalist camera which allows them to record the situation as well as take pictures. Their leader officially struts to the olden antique of a complex building.

“You reckon rats round’ here?” Timid-ness comes off his lingering quiet voice, eyes scanning the dirty flooring on the ground floor of the complex. Two black doors on the left and right, with a single narrow staircase on the side welcoming the three. moment to encounter, Areum teasingly warns, scaring off Mark.

“Be careful, rats might come and,” Mark stops midway, hearing Areum speak and pause, until she launches up her face scrunches it in a roaring jumpscare. “Booh! Eat you.” He flinches, hiding behind the shorter girl, Karina.

Mark’s nostrils flare as he stares at Areum, annoyed. He couldn’t believe he fell scared for such tricks. He grunts, “yah, come on miss Park” he said, hearing Areum giggle, leeching hands on the stomach as she held it a little. Karina, side eyes Mark, smirking. She whispers to him. “Wow, I wonder how you hold up watching ratatouille.”

He doesn’t reply Shaking his head, he walks ahead leaving the two girls who took pleasure and absolute surging happiness to tease and make fun of him. The minute he walks up the long stairs longitude above, they have to make it to the seventh floor.

Areum grins, looking at Karina. “Let’s go, we have a long way to go.” Karina nods, seemingly the elevator was out of order with a big red sign indicating the malfunction, the stairs will have to do.

The two women slowly walk up, The stairs rose in well measured form, smooth and reflective of the light shining from the small windows stuck on to push in a light source in the day. However, it may feel like a smooth surface, the pleasure of stepping clean shoes on it has made it dirty reeking it into old state. Stairway-railings contain dust, the moment the ponytail-woman ran up her hand, it collects a swarming amount of filth. Areum’s face squeezes when looking down at the grime, wiping away the hand.

In matter of time, Karina and her boss land on the seventh floor, they stand on the edge of the last stairs, panting heavily with a few dripping sweat. Karina, pinkish cheeks brighten Mark’s sight when the relaxed man ahead watches them.

“Now look who’s tired.” Mark sighs, still holding a petty little grudge at being teased. Though he’s one to be easily teased, does not mean that he lets it go so easily. Karina scorns out, “shut up and knock on the door Will you?” head tilts 90° pointing on the right door in front of Mark, as she stretches on the railing to rest the aching muscle.

Areum huffs. “I’m so glad i live in a house and not a complex building.” Mark leisurely with one hand tucked in the front trouser pockets, takes the right hand out knocking on the front surface of the door three times.

The incoming silence was the least sign they were looking for, it’s a dead end to their case of investigation; Mark knocks once again, but stops. He turns to the two girls behind on the right, nearing the stairs. “Looks like no one’s home.”

Karina and Mark were convinced so easily, but Areum was not. She’s not the person to give up all because someone’s not home, sometimes, being suspicious of a situation is better to get answers. Therefore when Areum came forward to the door, Mark slowly moved away, pursing lips together as he frowns when he sees Areum push her ear on the cold door.

He whispers. “Uhm, miss park what are you doing?” Areum’s eyes gaze up, cheekily smirking. “Watch and learn students.” She pulls away when minor footsteps and quiet breathes come through, eyebrows raising in confidence. She knew her suspicion was right. She starts to knock much aggressively than Mark.

Areum firmly speaking. “I know you’re home, Mr Tong, come out please im here to talk with you.” Karina and Mark huddle together behind Areum, them thinking they finally have a lead— or at least, they were clueless to the clue in front of them.

The doorknob starts to unlock, ever so slowly the door quietly creeks opening ajar position, revealing a older man who took the body language of being cautious. But why?

Areum short sighted in the view of the man, gives a smile. “Hello Mr Tong, I’m here to ask questions about the case of Park Kyungsam and Ryan Jinae.”

The man’s half shown face with the door halfway open to peek towards the woman and two younger people trailing behind her, the moment he heard, he immediately wished his ears deceived him. Anger, leaping like fire from his eyes.

“I don’t know them, sorry.” Tong harshly spoke like a knife on edge, about to stab Areum deep. He’d pull his ageing body back, pushing the door close.

Or so he attempted to, till a foot blocks his corner. Areum pushing on the door with all her strength, she lets out a sore grunt. “Please. I know you knew them.” Areum said carefully.

Tong watches the girl, shouting. “No, I didn’t. Leave immediately, before I call the police.” Mark and Karina were the first to tug onto Areum’s white short rolled up sleeves, warning her that he refuses to speak. But the stubborn determined woman painfully looks at Tong, now pleading.

“I’m their daughter.” Areum finally thrusts out the words, that may have touched Mr tong’s heart when his hand reaches for his phone on the front pockets, when he was about to call the police he stops midway. The body stopping on their own with his mind going blank.

His eyes shift back to look at Areum, with widen pupils oozing out to watch the facial features. He drops his phone back into the pockets, where he now fully opens the doors without sharing words to Areum.

“Come in quickly and quietly.” Tong demands, cautiously looking outside as if people were ease-dropping or as if he wasn’t safe at all. Areum steps inside the small cramped apartment, Karina and Mark holding hands as they were scared entering such a dark place.

Windows were covering by wood, blanking every light from coming in. The place would be a mess, mess with so many pictures, newspapers and files laying around.

Areum looks about, scanning and observing the entire place. Mr Tong rushes over, staring across at Areum. Mark and Karina stick together in the corner, checking out the areas for evidence and such. As they let their boss, Areum do the talking.

The man breathes out, with guilt painting on his face like a blank canvas. “You really are their daughter. What are you doing here?”

She looks up once her fingers click the edge, switching on the voice recorder in her back pocket of the trousers.

Areum softly points across the facts. “ I heard you were the lead investigator on their case. I have a few questions.” Mr Tong sits down across the blue covered couch. “Listen I closed it. It was an accident case.”

“You don’t believe that do you?” Areum threw in, fast like a knife pointing at Mr Tong’s neck ready to slice any minute. The fast question throwing him off guard, as his silence was a loud answer for her already. The body language was close, she observed every factor.

Tong’s eyes avoid looking at Areum, as he speaks again. “What’s your questions?”

“What made you close the case? You barely carried out a proper investigation.”

Another silence, Areum sighs.

Mark whistles in the background, picking up a very old dusty file with some ketchup sauce on it spread. He squeaks in disgust, wiping away the ketchup into tissue paper. “Ugh, ketchup.” Karina would hear, looking over. “Found anything yet?”

“Actually,” Mark spoke raising voice, looking around as he’d look at the open file case. Polly pockets of evidence attached in the file as well as a thick layer of evidence with two pictures attached.

“Found something!” He yells, catching Tong’s attention from the couch, regret in his eyes forming. He looks up, watching Areum’s expression falter and fallen in the deep end of ocean, stranded.

Pictures of Areum’s parents in police uniform. She looks over silently murmuring, “why…why are they in police uniforms?” She looks at Karina and Mark, despite them not able to answer, she knows someone who can. Areum turning to look straight at the man on the couch.

“They were my co-workers.” He whispers. “I-, it’s hard to explain. You were in the car and it broke down. You lost some of your memories about them.” He sighs frustrated. “The doctors said it was nothing major. Your brother came out fine too.”

“So I forgot that my parents were police officers, that’s freaking fantastic. Not only that, you knew them.” She scowls, sarcasm itching in the tone like a stuck out sore thumb, in disbelief of this factor that she’s forgotten. But now it makes sense, and the brain began to burn causing immense headache on the back of her head. Areum simply ignores the pain, watching him.

“So you knew them. Is that why you closed the case as an accident?” Areum cuts in, approaching the man with deep glaring eyes. He looks down, avoiding the eye contact. She knows he’s lying, it was as obvious it could be.

“No, I can’t say.” Mr Tong pleads. “Please, Park Areum, don’t search anymore. It was an accidental car crash.”

She shakes her head, the dizziness overwhelmed her body and mind. Mark pushed through, folding the file as he holds Areum close.

“Liar, you’re a coward. You knew them didn’t you?” Areum pushes through harshly, Mark falling off no longer holding her. He starts, “Yes, I knew them. I was their friend. You must now understand why I’m saying to let them go in peace and not to dig any further.”

Areum shakes her head. “No, because I know you’re not speaking truth. If you were their friend really, you’d tell me the truth.” She hisses, looking at Mark’s hands where she grabs a hold of the files. Eyes squinting to the pictures of them in the fancy police uniform with badges and round hats. He emphatically stared at Areum, yes, he felt so bad.

The guilt of holding in what he knows but he knew that if Areum was to get involved anymore, it won’t end well.

Karina follows Areum who walks to the door, opening it and then left. Mark left the man with a bow, following the two girls behind. However when trailing behind, the older man comes out of the door, stopping Areum by a wrist hold.

She turns around, met with the man’s gaze. “Areum, I can only tell you that much. I’m sorry, the rest I cannot say.”

“What is it?” She purses through. He leans closer whispering lowly. “Your parents were investigating something big, someone going by the fake name as Joker.”

“Now please, leave. I cant say anything else. I suggest not to dig anymore but, it’s your choice at the end of the day.” He let’s go, walking backwards into the apartment where he starts to lock the door. Mark and Karina share a glance, staring at Areum who’s face went dark and gloom.

Watching in horror as eyes zone out in the open, quiet sounds and breaths coming out the sealed lips, too effected by the terror, a long breathe taken in and out as the feeling of imprisonment grew and grew in the body.

A clue and a lead they have, but at what cost? Areum wasn’t sure what to feel anymore. The fact that her memory that she so thought was crystal clear and so clear, might not even be the truth in the end but a lie her brain made up after the traumatic car accident. Not to mention that the car crash might not even be the actual reason why her parents are dead now, because they’re the dammed police.

And Areum is very much disliked by the police, so this case won’t be hard to handle from the beginning but it became ten times folded harder when it’s her actual parents who were police officers.

Now she’s taking over their case, all from the start.

The trio came back to work, slowly leaving the elevator lift to their floor in the large journalist building; full of thousands and thousands of journalists and reporters doing their job.

Some were corrupted perhaps, some were as a white knight thriving in the name of the law and justice, and some were just like Areum, lost, confused, dazed out and officially wanting to stab million pencils in your stomach.

Maybe it was just Areum.

The woman sighs walking with the file hanging low in the hands, opening the glass filter door, with blinds covering and then shutting it tight.

Areum swings back into the spinning chair, sitting still. She slams the thick pages case file on the desk, with other files and paperwork piling to them side, on a turned on black computer with a password insert lock screen.

Her eyes roll back in her head staring up to the ceiling, she closed them soon after. “I officially want to think this is a nightmare.”

Oh how badly she wishes this was a dream and not reality.

The quietness becomes loud, where it goes interrupted by a rushing man with the door open wide .

Areum jumps up in surprise, turning to the front where she fallen nearly, the woman grunts. “Oh my god this better be a good reason for barging in my damn office.” She threatened up, cleaning the messy pile work that has fallen from her silly movements.

Mark drops off a yellow package on the desk, cooing. “I think your husband sent you something, lucky you.” He teases, hoping it would cheer up the half stressed and confused boss going under critical identity crisis.

Areum raises an eyebrow, blurts out. “Uh, he didn’t tell me anything about sending a package.”

He shrugs. “Surprise romantic gif? I dunno, open it. The person who delivered it specifically said for you to open it alone.” Mark winks flirtatiously suggesting that it might be a complete person for Areum to see alone. She gives him a warning glare before she points her finger to the door.

She’d sigh dramatically.

“Out.” Areum firmly told. Mark did not waste a minute as he leaves, whistling with hands in the air. “Enjoy your spicy gift boss!” He’d yell, closing the door shut, the blinds attached on the door hitting the glass quick.

Jeno wasn’t the type of person to sent a package to her workplace, especially announced. She knew that much. Areum knows her husband inside and out, as well as mentally and physically, Jeno is a very private person. He trusts no one, he wouldn’t let a person deliver it to her.

If Jeno was to bring a gift for Areum, he would come down to the office and give it to Areum himself. She has her suspicions already, cautiously opening it with the tight sealing cutting by the sharp scissors from the desk.

The woman spreads the box open, only to shout standing up and backing away in panic, body shielding itself from the horrific sight in the box. The whole movement where Areum shifts away, the item fell from the box rolling down the coffee table, sliding on the floor with dribbling liquid, creating a wet sound.

Blood didn't gush in a constant flow, it was inconsistent. The waterfall from the mutilated head drops like a storm in Areum’s office. Her shaky voice trembles, as much as her aching heart beating fast and faster the more she stared at it in shock.

Head missing from the entire full body, with a stuck expression of yelling and painful eyes rolling down staring in different directions, scratches and bruises on the head as well as broken nose and fallen lifeless lips.

A scream wasn’t possible to come out, all Areum could do was think and freeze.

“Mr Tong, oh my god…”

It was more shocking when Areum knew the person’s Identity, and it scared her because now this was linking to the overthinking mountain of thoughts speeding in like fireworks.

Someone, is out to get Areum. Someone, who wants to clear up their tracks when Mr Tong spilled information to her. The same Someone who is threatening Areum by sending a message with Mr Tong’s head disguised in a yellow package box. This same person, must be her parent’s killer too.

Areum could only think, I’ll find you, whoever you are, and i’ll make your life a living hell.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

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“How did you and dad meet?”

Areum turns around with slight surprise to the sudden question encounters to the surface, ever so slowly the blank expression on the boy’s face brings the woman to retrace her words, thinking before she speaks.

It was hard to explain, for anyone honestly. If only they knew the truth, in which Areum swears neither will ever know because this will go down to her grave.

“Ah well, Y’know. Work, honey. We met through work.” Areum slowly speaks, nodding her head, perhaps hoping it would make it much more believable for the little boy.

Minjae wasn’t sure what made him so sure that Areum felt so distant on the subject. The boy tilts his head, at the woman. “What made you fall in love with dad exactly? I mean, he seems kinda boring.” Areum’s face crumbles into surprising laughter, a banterous amount of serotonin to hear the quiet boy.

She comes forward to the dining table standing by the corner of the wooden antique, hand rubbing down Minjae’s soft silk black hair, through the fingers lovingly petting him downwards to the nape neck. “That’s a first I’ve ever heard.” Areum chuckles.

“I’ll be completely honest with you, Minjae-ah. I didn’t fall for your father at first. Nope nope, not at all.” Areum moves to the side until she sits by the end of the chair next to the boy nicely dressed in a white cottontail knitting sweater. His eyes timber worn out the sparkles. “Really? Then who did you love?”

There was something so nostalgic to hear your own son ask about the life you’ve lived before he was born into this menacingly large world with billion people living. Areum couldn’t put her sharp tongue on it even if she tried. The woman looks down, breaking away the eye contact as her fingers strut their way on the surface of the spruce wood.

Tracing along, until her finger wraps around Minjae’s smaller hands in her palm. Areum softly smiling as she looks up at the soft looking child. “I first fell in love with a person who was an amazing painter.”

Minjae quietly whoas. “Can i meet him someday, he sounds way cooler than dad.” Areum takes a moment to respond although she nods willingly, a thought came across that maybe she should speak truth to the boy; but that would be crushing the boy’s dreams.

“Of course you can, one day.” Areum stands up from the chair. “But, for now you should get your jacket and shoes on alright? we don’t want to keep auntie mina and uncle jisung waiting do we.”

The boy goes up leisurely and calmly, rather than an energetic child like nayoung would do— Minjae is much more reserved and soft spoken. “Okay mom.” minjae said, leaving the kitchen as Areum trails behind watching the boy get ready in the corridor where hung up jackets and laid shoes are on the storage shoe-holders.

the stairs creak showing a girl in a soft baby-pink dress and white knee high socks with elegant pin pointy princess shoes. Black hair tucked into a half up half down ponytail. The little girl jumps up and down all ready to go, awaiting. Behind her, appears a taller man in a fancy loose button shirt and black straight pinned trousers on the snatched waist.

“minjae let me fix your hair.” jeno said in almost demanding tone when he saw the still-made up before hair. areum smiles consciously at the sight, bringing Nayoung towards her to help put on the white jacket.

the boy protests when pulled into jeno’s hold in front of the hallway small mirror, groaning at the feeling of the large hands brushing through the hair and then styling it with a brush to make it fancy and neat. “Dad i don’t want my hair fixed.” he huffs out the chubby cheeks, Jeno smirking at the boy. “You’ll thank me later when young girls will come crawling to you.”

minjae let’s out a gasping raspberry. “ugh please never say that again. might Throw up.” the boy stands still when jeno pulls away laughing a little. he opened the door, with the car key button pressed allowing the parked car outside to make an audible beep.

“get in the car kids, me and mom will be right behind ya.” he tells them, watching the twins run out the door leaving the parents alone. areum slowly putting on shoes as she reaches to take the nearest jacket, but a hand stops her.

jeno ghosting hand onto hers where he grabs the jacket for his wife, slowly giving her the obvious look for areum to turn around and take the damn hint. the woman rolls her eyes jokingly, turning around now facing the mirror, jeno slipping on the jacket from behind right into her arms through and out.

she sighs dramatically. “I could’ve done it myself.” areum throwing the obvious out but jeno clicks his tongue, his structured face moving on the left side near the neck, the chin laying on the shoulders. He teasingly whispers, rasping out the words to rile areum up just for his own amusement to see the embarrassment. “Ah ah ah, you know a thank you could’ve been better to hear.” jeno throws.

“a thank you for something i could’ve done? how rich.” areum shot quickly, raising an eyebrow. jeno grins, hands moving to place themselves around the waist. “well, where is my thank you mrs lee?”

“Hmm.” comes out the uncertain sealed lips, areum shifts around her back where her face meets jeno’s closer, she leans and then stops. Looking down at the shirt’s collar where her fingers start to fix and fold it. “Thank you, my dear husband.” areum said, watching her lover’s expression go from teasing to smiley.

their lips connect together for a small loving kiss, the warmth passing through each other gracefully as if they could never get over their physical love as well as mentally too. the sweet moment, not wanting to break from the kiss, something had to interrupt. loud honk outside reveals their car shaking as the twins were clearly running rampage in the vehicle.

areum breaks away from the kiss in hurry, glancing back to the black car, shaking her head with a soft sigh. jeno removing hands from areum, watching the same scene as the woman.

“Look’s like someone’s impatient.” jeno quotes. In through the car window, seeing a tiny glimpse of the girl in the front driver seat pressing harshly on the stirring wheel to honk one more. “More like Nayoung.” He tells again grabbing the hung up house keys on the wall, areum following out of the door and then into the car. Jeno locks the door, securing the security to the fullest. Then joining his family in the car.

Off to pay a visit somewhere important.

“You think they will come soon?” mina brings up, fiddling by the thumbs as she nervously glances to the side of the boy with a reassuring smile. he gently sweeps the hair on the side, tucks it in her ears behind. “of course, they are on their way. i just got a text.”

she sighs loudly. “okay, okay yeah.” jisung chuckles, he never saw his girlfriend be so nervous before, of course there were times where she did get anxious at times, but not effected this much. i mean, mina was practically shivering in her boots. “hey, babe. everything will be fine.” he’d tell.

mina looks at him lovingly, feeling the genuine love from the words of affirmations he spoke so gentle. he wasn’t impatient or portrayed himself annoyed at the overthinking mindless thoughts and scenarios that aren’t true. he told her the most important thing she needed to know.

that everything will be okay. she smiles as her forehead leans close, resting against his head on the very edge with his hair. “you’re right. this is only a scouting for a wedding dress.”

“mhm,” jisung sang. “so enjoy the moment. you’re supposed to be happy and excited to find the dress of your dreams, and your dreams only.”

Their gaze breaks when the younger girl pin points the family coming in the shop where they would be in the waiting reception marking area. the little boy and girl gasp as they saw mina and jisung sit up from their seats to greet them.

areum and jeno trailing behind the excited kiddos, each and everyone sharing smiles and exchanging happy eye glances.

“hey nayoung and minjae!” jisung tells and then mina kneeling down to hug the two children. areum stops crossing arms, “i’m going to cry.” she announces, one look at jisung and mina it took for her to get emotional.

jeno on the other hand wraps a hand round the devastated woman next to him, cheering up encouragingly to someone who hit rock bottom. jisung and mina share a gentle smile. especially, mina, shares an empathic look at areum. “Now now, don’t cry yet, hold it in. You can do it.”

it must be difficult for areum on this day, as well as jisung, though he was handling it pretty well. areum was trying her best. These two were on their own all their life, and a wedding was meant to be special. parents are a big part of wedding ceremonies and in general too; they didn’t have the generous experience to have their father walk them down the aisle, or their mother to give vows.

The same emotions crept up on the day areum married jeno, except jisung bawled heavily on the same night as he said his toasting wishes and gratitude at the wedding dinner table with many guests who possibly remember him for his crying face.

jisung laughs, provokingly nudging his older sister’s elbows. “I’m not at the aisle yet so don’t go crying on me yet.” areum scoffs looking up and down the tall 6ft boy, don’t ask when he had a growth spur, the boy catches her by surprise every-time.

“shut up, don’t tease me.” areum trails and looks around, noticing that the twins started wedding dress hunting without them. “Oh god the twins are already gone in the dress section.” she exhales.

Mina smiles. “I’ll go with them, but I’ll be needing your help areum.” the younger girl softly asks with her palms out to be held. areum never hesitated to hold those hands, walking with Mina to the dress sections in the large shop. “let’s go Mina.”

The boys were right behind them like guarding dogs, the shop was pretty crowded so not only were they looking at other newly engaged couples walking about the shop sections for tuxedos and dresses— their eyes had to maintain watch on the hyperactive children while the two girls would be busy.

minjae glances around the few mannequins as Nayoung was completely lost in the tuxedo section. now, these two mini beasts were separated. not a great sign.

“i’ll go and watch over minjae, stay and keep an eye on nayoung.” jeno sets commands as he leaves leaving the boy alone with the girl standing next to his long extending legs. the tiny human below him looks up, giggling.

jisung whispers under his breathe as their eyes maintain eye contact with the little child. He can’t help but beg and pray in his mind ‘please lord, give me strength to look over this girl.’ With honesty, Nayoung was a difficult child to maintain.

not that she was a bad child, not at all. she’s an angel, but the amount of energy she can take and make is unnecessarily overpowering. Not only is she such an extroverted child, she speaks for days and days.

Sometimes it’s a bit too much to comprehend and listen to. jisung doesn’t have that much brain power. he waves a short smile at Nayoung. “You like any of these dresses, Nayoung?”

the girl looks about, she shrugs those small carve shoulders. “i haven’t really looked properly at them yet. Uncle Ji, do you have a suit yet?”

“I do, you’ll see it at the wedding. How about we help search for wedding dresses for Mina?” jisung crouches down, holding nayoung’s side as he lifts her up. the brave girl looking about with such height comparison to her own. He walks about, where Nayoung has view of everything and anything, she’d gently exclaim in small fonts waws and awes. The pleasant face on her was key to jisung’s success to the talkative young girl.

On the other side, Jeno would be watching Minjae look around the tuxedos with a curious eye. The way his son loses himself in so many clothes hung up and wore on the mannequins seems to be overwhelming the sight and bland it a little bit.

Minjae lowly expresses. “Is marriage important, dad?”

Jeno shifts about as he was taking his time looking at the suits wrapped in the plastic bags, with keen eyes admiring the expensive beauty of the branded clothing. He looks away, pulling his hands and body off, turning around with hands slipping down the front pockets as eyes lower to watch Minjae.

the little boy would be sitting down on the shop’s fancy cushion chairs, hands tucked under the legs and feet dangling on the chair side by side. “That depends, I’m afraid Minjae.” jeno sighs out.

it seems like his son has always been thinking deeply about things and those would be many things. Minjae comes up with philosophical questions about the most ponderous subjects— whether it would be about earth ending, something scientifically new discovered, or heavily religious. The boy has his thirst of knowledge from his mother, it shows.

“What do you mean about that?” Minjae trails, raising eyebrows confused. Jeno hums, comfortably enjoying the mere silence away from the chattering outside. Seems like most customers are here for dresses rather than tuxs. “Well, depending on person. Many people have different views on marriage I’m afraid.”

“What’s your opinion on marriage then?” Minjae was quick to ask, Jeno smiles at the sudden hurried question, he approaches the boy and decides to sit next to him. “It’s important. I married your mother.”

The boy smiles hearing the words from his father’s lips. In all honesty, Minjae admires his father a lot but he never tells him much, unlike when he is with his mother he speaks his entire life away. But with his father, he talks the right amount of silence and words all in one. You suppose it would be their dynamic.

he’s a mommy’s boy at heart and nayoung’s a daddy’s girl at hers, nevertheless, minjae and jeno have a good relationship enough where Minjae can roasts his father but as well as ask for advice.

Minjae looks around trying to figure what else to ask, but jeno caught on quick when the small eyes falter away from his own. “shhh,” jeno sways as he stands on the chair closing his eyes shut, enjoying the final silence. Minjae murmuring. “don’t tell me you’re going to sleep here?”

jeno chuckles. “what if i am?” Minjae chills out a silent scoff. “fine sleep, i’ll go and join others .” Jeno hears the boy say, standing to walk away. Seeing the boy make his own decision, jeno has no choice but to stand away, following with a soft yawn from the lips. he can’t sleep if Minjae moves around, after all he’s keeping an eye on him.

The shorter lean woman turns around the small landing mirror hanging to the left wall on her side. The reflection of herself in the mirror makes her sigh, unable to make a conclusion herself of what she looks like— if it looks good ok her, if she should look at different styles because mayhaps this one wasn’t right for her. Who would’ve known shopping for a dress was this tiresome and stressful?

Mina turns around, she pulls the black curtains off revealing the shuffling noises. The family in the fitting section sitting on the fancy cushion couches while jisung was sitting on a cushion chair next to them where anticipating the look on mina. Areum told them to stay excited, because this was the best dress out of everything they saw.

The fancy white heels scrape the floor, every echoes sends the waiters in the oblivion, but when the sight of the flowey fabric, v heart shape necktie exposing right amount of cleavage, with laced beadings and patterns imprinted on it as well as downwards to the skirt wrinkles. Mina’s small arms lift the skirt up, going up on the alter where she spins herself around on a much bigger mirror reflecting back. There was silence from her, but from the mini audience, far from silent.

Nayoung croaks out quietly under her breathe, usually, she would be loudly cheering like the youthful child she is, but this time she’s quiet. the princess-like girl was lost for words. “wow, auntie mina…”

The boy in the middle besides Nayoung, sparkles glancing up at mina. “is this what a real princess looks like?”

jeno smiles turning to look at the other boy next to him, sitting all alone. The side profile scene of seeing jisung’s face lit up with full blown heart eyes coming out his eyes, the younger man felt exactly like he’s in love again with his college sweetheart. Teasingly, Jeno pats the boy’s shoulders.

He sighs mentally, he told himself and areum he wouldn’t feel emotional, but he surely did feel something when he saw Jisung’s grown up face, realising that he no longer is this nineteen year old kid he was once years ago. He’s a man getting married, starting a family with his fiancé.

“Do you…like it guys?” Mina nervously brings up. “Like it?” Areum repeats, shakily breathing. The family turn to watch the older woman, who stands up approaching Mina. The younger girl squeaks anxiously, whispering aloud. “Do you hate it? I’ll take a look elsewhere if it isn’t great, Areum.” The girl was met with a soft smile, tears running down Areum’s face.

“No, it’s perfect Mina. I love it.” She chokes out a sob, bringing Mina down the altar and wrapping arms around the young girl ready to be wedded any moment now. Mina tries her best to not burst into tears with areum, but eventually joins her in the overwhelming emotions. “You’re beautiful in any dress however this one…you look like a true bride.” Areum speaks softly pulling her face from the side, facing Mina.

Areum wipes those salty tears away with her thumb very carefully, Mina looking up at Areum. “Thank you, sis.” She whispers. “I think the boys are probably crying more than us.”

The grin grows on both their faces as they turn around, seeing the two men looking away wiping away their tears. Jeno crying on the inside however, Jisung was the opposite where he cries outwardly a waterfall.

“God you’re beautiful Mina, I- I still feel like this is a dream.” Jisung stutters standing up, Mina chuckles bringing the boy in an embrace. “Gosh, you’re crying this much and it’s not even the wedding day.” Mina teases.

Jisung could only laugh, returning the embrace back with his arms around the back. The fiancée couple taking a moment for themselves, leaving their family stranded for a moment or two. Nayoung jumps up on Jeno’s lap, cheering.

“Yay, auntie found her dress right before the wedding is round the corner.” Nayoung happily sways with the princess-pointy shoes, standing on the muscle thighs of her dad with ease. He would maintain hands around the legs and clothes she’s wearing to hold the young girl balanced to not fall. Jeno murmuring, “be careful, you don’t want to injury yourself before the wedding right?” The little girl arrogantly scolds.

“Me? Fall over? Could never happen.” She cheekily adds an extra daring step ahead, Jeno warningly putting a hand following each footstep. Areum on the other hand busily wipes away the tears, Minjae calmly passing more tissues for his mom.

Then a slip casually happens so quickly before their eyes where areum gasps to see the young girl sleep off the very edge and fall backwards right above a glass table where she could, possibly shred herself on the glass and hurt herself. Minjae and Areum were froze to shock, unable to get themselves to catch Nayoung. But a hand pulls on the young girls arms, roughly pulling her back into a tough chest in the white button up shirt.

Jeno silently took Nayoung pulling her with enough reach, where the girl did not fall on such dangerous antique. Areum moved over Nayoung and Jeno, glancing at the scared girl with a scolding worrisome face.

“Lee Nayoung don’t ever do such a dangerous thing again.” Areum whisper shouts, holding Nayoung’s hands. The girl going slightly pale, her life flashed right before her eyes but thankfully her father pulls her to safety. She nods quietly, whispering. “Sorry mom and dad, I won’t do that again.”

Jeno sits up resting Nayoung on his lap seated, deeply sighing. “Okay, don’t do it again.” He looks up to his death-scared wife, holding the little girl. “It’s alright, I’ve got her Areum.” he said.

Areum shakes her head, holding her own chest, heart beating so fast it’s far from unable to count. “God, that scared us all.” Nayoung sniffling on the side, moving to her mother’s arms, to be in her motherly embrace because she felt bad and now only that— she’s still paralysed with a little fear.

Her mother tucks her into an loving hug, hushing the little cries from the girl, rubbing the neat straight black hair on her palms. “It’s okay baby, sorry i yelled” areum tells softly. Nayoung clenching her face on her mother’s shoulder leaving it there. “Please don’t be mad at me anymore.”

Areum softly smiles. “I was never mad at you in the first place, so don’t cry anymore, it’s okay.” She’d lift Nayoung to look at her, grabbing a tissue which Minjae hands over to console his sister and mother. Jeno pulls the wet hair strands sticking to her cheeks, tugging them behind her ears. “Cheer up, princess, I’ve got you didn’t I?”

“Yeah, dad saved you.” Areum brings up magically, Nayoung giggling at the nickname. Minjae whispers to his sister as he holds her hand, also comforting her. “I’m glad you’re smiling again.”

Mina and jisung arrive in their normal clothes with the wedding dress nicely packaged away into this plastic bag container. The couple look at them with a smile, as then all of them together walk out of the shop. Nayoung and Minjae running around the parking lot carefully, with the adults speaking together.

Jisung brings himself to his silver car, opening the back of the boot where he places the dress down neatly. Mina sighs out, grinning.

“Thank you for joining us again.” Mina trails, she has many things to be grateful for and Areum with Jeno we’re one of them.

Areum groans out. “Come on, we’re family. You don’t need to thank us.” She tells and hugs Mina once more, then letting go. Jisung approach’s as he hugs Jeno and then let’s go off the man too.

“Come, Jisung where’s my hug?” Areum spoke out, opening the arms. Jisung whistles looking away, annoying his older sister to grunt out and hit his arm. “Ow ow relax” Jisung chuckles out, moving to hug Areum seriously this time.

Areum huffing. “I can’t believe you’re getting married.” Jisung raised an eyebrow when he lets go off the woman, facing her. “You make it sound like it’s impossible.”

“I mean, honestly I thought it would be. I always thought you were going to be this nineteen year old boy stuck with me forever.” Areum let’s out, watching Jisung. The boy softly smiled, he knows that she was his parent as well as his sister.

At times, he thanks her the most. She raised him to the person he is today, he’s grateful for her sacrifices she’s made just to make sure he has a life to enjoy. By any means, from his teenage years up until old he, Areum made it worth living for. Even when the times were dark for both.

Now, he hopes he can be more reliable for his sister where she has a shoulder and pillar to cry for, where she doesn’t need to overally exceed herself for him. It’s his turn to take care of her now.

“Thank you, noona.” Jisung said, smiling. He sees the woman raise her eyes up confused by the sudden confession, but nevertheless a sweet smile nervously forms on the face like sunrise on the sky. “Don’t be silly why are you thanking me.” Areum looks around.

“For everything, but I’ll save that speech for the wedding.” Jisung replies and turns to Jeno with a grin. “Thank you as well for marrying my sister even though she’s crazy to handle.” The boy bows his head dramatically with respect where Jeno smirks tucking hands in the front trousers.

These two boys will always clown Areum. The woman pouts half annoyed, containing the smile to laugh. She rushed to Jisung, where the boy was already running away from her knowing she would chase him to get revenge on his words. Seriously? Her crazy? Underestimation. She’s unhinged.

Jeno and Mina stand side by side watching their lovers simply run about like lunatics, Areum yelling out ‘Me crazy? Oh Park Jisung I’ll show you crazy. What do you mean crazy!’ While Jisung simply replies with ‘Sorry, my bad let me rephrase. You’re a nut case.’

Mina wasn’t sure, if these two were the biggest kids or if Minjae and Nayoung were the kids out of them.

The woman sighs in her bedroom, a laptop on her thighs as she was laying down half way, in a sitting up position with her back pressing on the bed’s wooden frame. Scrolling past the case file she found online, thanks to an unique source of being the mafia’s wife.

It comes with handy powers that helps Areum with work, especially the source called Lee Haechan. Her best friend was her little spy and not like he has much choice anyways, aruem always ends up having haechan around her finger tightly wrapped and unable to escape her and her tricks.

While Jeno and the children were having dinner, Areum wasn’t quite hungry yet so she began to work on the case finally again, it was a long day but might as well do something a bit productive at the end with work.

Although nothing major and out of the ordinary was found and Areum hits a dead end. With a sigh crossing those lips, she looks away from the screen rubbing the eyes, feeling them ache and born due to watching the screen for so long.

“A dead end, freaking fantastic.” Areum mutters, sarcastically, the workaholic woman slides the silver laptop on the bed stand table next to her bed, leaving the shared master bedroom.

Lounging down the stairs where she was met with children watching the tv, a Disney classical movie: frozen, On the screen. She smiles, Nayoung and Minjae tucked in the same blanket together, leaning on each other peacefully with their smiles growing every time Olaf the snowman was on the screen.

But no sign of Jeno. Areum quietly walks away from the tv living room, moving around the long hallway with multiple passages, going through the first one by the big open doors.

Jeno would be standing by the counter with a warm brewed tea with a bag, where his hands flip it up and down in the boiling water in the cup to squeeze out every flavour in it. He would be making two rather than just one.

She stands by the hallway, whistling as her eyes watch his back from behind admiring the view of the waist and back muscles, even though he wore a white shirt it shown through. The V shaped back and broad shoulders with arm muscles were to die for.

The man hears her, calmly turning around to bin away the used teabags after using it, he looks up seeing the comfortably woman, dressed in a pair of pyjama shorts and a soft cotton tank top. Hair in a messy bun, leaving baby hairs to poke out. She has quite the sore eyes, as they were tearing up from the amount of screen time she has on the laptop.

Guess that’s the payback you get for being a journalist always documenting things online.

He smiles flashing Areum the warm mug of tea in her hands, she takes it with a short smile, goes to sip the warm brew flavour. “You finished work?” Jeno states.

Areum hums loudly. “Yeah, I’ll need to find better leads tomorrow it seems.”

“I think,” Jeno paused as he puts his tea down no longer drinking it, he wraps himself around Areum where those same warm hands pull the woman by the waist, staying there like they were a permanent resident. “You need to forget work for at least twenty four hours.”

She scowls a pout, even the sound of that sounds quite literally impossible. She’d sigh out. “What about you hm? Don’t think i know what you’re up to when you’re working on the weekend just as much as i am.”

Busted, Jeno thought. He lets out a managed groan, although he smirks when he goes to kiss her forehead. “So stubborn.”

Areum agrees, no doubt. “That’s my charm.”

He audibly laughs. “And so darn insufferable.” Areum raised her eyes, repeating. “That’s also my charm.”

“Always have a comeback for everything i say.” He’d tell, rubbing circles on the waist with his thumbs. Areum tensing up by the actions although she smirks, keeping composure. She leans closer, giving a soft kiss on his lips leaning the man stranded in his surprise.

One soft kiss turns to a long term seal, where jeno goes in for the action with passion, kissing areum deeply. Their eyes closed, lost in each other’s love for a second before Areum pulls away with enough strength. It was hard for these two to stop after they only just began. But you’d suppose it’s not.

Areum breathes out, the flavour of the tea lingering on each other’s swollen warm burning lips. “Love you,” areum whispers, reaching for a final peck on the lips.

She then leaves with her tea to go and watch frozen with the children so casually, as if she just didn’t makeout with him in the kitchen, and as if she didn’t start it first by kissing him and leaving him flustered and hot bothered now.

Jeno blinks at the empty space where she left him, he stutters out a sigh. “I love you, she said. She kissed me like there was no tomorrow.” He turns around rubbing the red cheeks, looking in the kitchen window reflection. “This is all your fault.” He murmurs.

Seriously, Areum did this to mess with his head, he knows it. Little does he know, his wife was smirking so much with proudness that she was able to effect Jeno this much; guess a little torture didn’t sound too bad to do.

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Amnesia | Lee Haechan.

What happened when a newbie police officer Kim Rin teams up with a flashy con-artist Lee Haechan to solve an uprising case?

Hello, this is Miso and welcome to the introduction to my new Lee Haechan series/masterlist<3. Amnesia is a fanfic based around criminals such as con-artists and police au.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24

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Masterlist Series;; Psycho Love.

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Psycho Love Season 1;; | Part 1. | Part 2. | Part 3. | Part 4. | Part 5. | Part 6. | Part 7. | Part 8. | Part 9. | Part 10. | Part 11. | Part 12. | Part 13. | Part 14. | Part 15. | Part 16. |

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Playlist: Psycho By Baekhyun, Child By Mark Lee, Heathens By Twenty One Pilots, Criminal By Britney Spears, Animals by Maroon 5.

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Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 10.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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Gossip. The hospital walls were gossiping by the amount of chit chatters amongst other nurse workers and doctors has spread. Johnny and Yuta stand in the corridor huddling, observing the colleague by snarky raising eyes.

Yuta dislikes the amount of rumours and even bad mouthing on Mei. The entire asylum is in an uproar because a doctor ended up being locked up in a cell as a patient. Not only was it a doctor, it was a doctor that has been working in the same hospital that is now locking her up.

Johnny disliked the gossiping as much as Yuta.

“Did you hear, I heard the recent newbie has ended up insane. She’s now locked up in the most wanted ward.”

“Really? I thought it was a rumour!”

“Keep it down, gosh, and no. It’s true, I saw her inside the cell myself.”

The two ladies crowding crinkle together, gasping with inner laughter coming out. The laughing dims down when a large hovering shadow has overcame them, no longer was it a lightbulb reflecting down its light. The young doctors turn around, met with a large giant with a white coat and hair slick back, another man shorter slightly with a green sweater and a white coat.

The brunette girl gulps, nervously smiling. “Johnny. Yuta. Good morning.” Johnny smirks sheepishly. “Miss Eve, I really wasn’t expecting you to be a gossiper.”

“I’m not!” Eve exclaims in shock, with hands in the air to defend herself openly. Though, words speak more than actions here. Yuta scoffs out a mocking laughter, hurting down Eve and the girl next to her down. “That’s not what it looked like few minutes ago ladies, have some sympathy god.”

“She survived Mark Lee, don’t brag about it.” Yuta scolds aloud and then pushed the ladies out of the corner of the corridor, watching the two girls run off together in shame and embarrassment of being caught slacking off by the senior doctors.

Johnny crosses arms shaking his head. “I feel bad for Mei.” He murmurs quietly. Yuta hums sympathetically. “I know, but what can we do huh? We gotta keep living. Mei knows that.”

“Does she though?” Johnny states back, uncertain with the matter of fact. “Have you even read the report the police handed in on her symptoms?” Yuta shakes his head, watching the American-Korean.

Johnny’s lips falling in a thin line. “Taeil has examined her himself. She has old scarring, he also found semen in the system and sign of intercourse trauma. Mentally, we know nothing yet. But physically this is enough proof to show that she’s suffered a lot.”

There would be quietness following after the heavy dump of information landing in Yuta’s brain. The two guys turn around as they hear a nurse running towards them in hurry. “Doctors! Miss Mei has woke up, Taeil is requesting both your assistance.”

Johnny turns to Yuta, who gives a nod. The two guys following the Nurse that will be taking them into the room with the patient and doctor awaiting.

If someone were to tell her that she would be in the same exact seat, in the same exact room, in the same identical clothes of those she treated previously in her life; she would’ve laughed.

Mei however can’t bring herself to smile nor laugh. It’s as if a piece of her was missing, she was hollow. A mere hollow object living in this forsaken universe. In front of her sitting by the desk reuniting with her, was the one and only Moon Taeil.

Her boss, her friend, colleague and respected doctor. Taeil looks down at Mei with saddened emotions lingering int he sparkling Iris’ she can’t help but avoid them. He saw the woman he once knew to be calm, collected and never breaking down to challenges— be a complete person.

He doesn’t know who this person was in front of him. Taeil feels like this was a completely new person. This wasn’t the Mei he knows. The doctor can’t help but witness, Mei’s head hanging low with her hair covering most of the face. Hands on the lap fidgeting and fighting together— picking on the edge of the skin and nails. The green hospital gown was creating shuffles fabric in the room.

Door swings open, revealing two doctors in the room now. Taeil turning around to greet the two younger boys.

Yuta and Johnny were happy to see Mei, but the happiness dies quick. The sight of the woman was unbelievable.

“Mei, are you with me?” Taeil clicks gently back and forth to catch the girl’s attention. He successful did so, he saw the head lift up watching him.

Mei bites the bottom lip harshly. “Why am i in a hospital gown? Why was i locked in a cell.” The man shifts forward, there was no other way to break it down softly for someone so unstable. “Look, I’ll be honest Mei. You know how this works, you’re a doctor yourself.” Taeil trailing.

“You’re a patient here right now. Temporarily. Mei, you broke down at the police station, they said it would be better if we check your mental health and physical too.” He’d explain and Mei goes to look back down. Taeil leans forward holding out his hand to pull on Mei’s face gentle, lifting it up by the chin.

Meeting eyes with the numb brown ones, he falls in awe observing the way her cold face warms up instantly at his touch. Mei softly sniffling. Eyes watering just by the thought of how awful this looks on everyone who works here, as well as people judging her— it pains her to think of such nasty thoughts.

Taeil quietly jabs. “Look at me okay? Everything will be okay. I promise.” He caressed the cheek, and Mei caves into the touch slowly. She with uncertainty, softly remakes back. “How can you be so sure?”

Minor silence crawls in, Taeil softly responding. He was a honest man, he wouldn’t lie to Mei. In very much fact, he doesn’t know if it will be okay but that doesn’t mean he won’t try his all best to stop things going bad.

“I don’t know, Mei. But I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and back to normal. Alright?” Taeil tells, moving the hand away. Mei’s eyes lingering on her boss’s.

“Okay.” She responds quietly.

Johnny and Yuta chirp in slowly. The two men standing side by side with files to sit on the desk. Mei goes tense, watching the familiar files that she would always pick up and go bring it to sessions with many patients she has been helping and speaking with.

The nostalgia brought back both find and regretful memories, in honestly, Mei began to softly murmur as she touched the files. Taeil who was about to touch the same file stops midway, watching Mei grab it as if it were so familiar.

He pauses to observe Mei. Yuta and Johnny standing back doing the same observation. Taeil tilts his head, he saw Mei thinking back on memories— especially on Mark Lee’s. She murmurs quietly. “Files, i used to bring them to my sessions too.”

Taeil nods with a short smile. “Indeed, you even bring notepads and pens to your sessions. Do you perhaps remember, anything with your childhood?”

How smooth, Mei would think. She leans back, shaking head uncomfortably. The travelling back was undoing-able, for whatever reason it was hard to remember her childhood.

“I..I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything from my childhood.” Mei mutters out. Yuta leans towards Yuta whispering. “I heard from her brother that she hit her head when she was young so her memory is kind of wonky.”

The man paused, thinking deeply to himself. Something was not linking up with the story, in fact, Taeil felt the guilt burden him more. He wished he could tell Mei what he knows, but he simply cannot. It would ruin her for worse instead of the better. Physically and mentally, she is not worth hearing the secret Taeil is keeping away from her.

He hums. “Okay, that’s okay Mei. Don’t be on edge, it’s normal to not remember.” He reassures. “How about we start off simply. Truth.” Taeil would say.

Mei copy’s back, like a radio copier. “Truth..?” He nods. “Truth. I found semen inside your system as well as some trauma down there indicating harassment and rape.” Taeil murmurs. “Did something along those lines happen to you?”

“No!” A quick answer came out her lips, Taeil and Johnny flinch by the raise of the voice; it was unprovoked too. Mei caught on, speaking quickly once again. “I mean, he hasn’t forced me.”

Silence overcame and that is where Taeil’s answers were both answered. His worried he has were becoming true. Taeil grips down his thighs underneath the table, cursing in his head, cursing Mark Lee for doing the unforgivable to Mei. He retracts calmly, never breaking eye contact from Mei.

“So, you did have sex willingly then?” Taeil mutters out. Mei would nod, biting her bottom lip. “I had intercourse with him willingly, yes.”

Yuta and Johnny observe their boss at front who has this expression of wanting to kill someone, he was filled with half rage-half regret. Taeil looks away, clearing his throat. “No alcohol, drugs or blackmailing was involved that might’ve been under your influence?”

“No, we simply had no time to do any of those.” Mei replies calmly. Taeil clenches his fists sighing. “What about manipulation, Mei?”

Now she was quiet. Taeil can’t help but to think, bingo. This was a possibility. The man leans down watching the questioning expression, as if Mei was thinking of this for the first time.

She trails, “i- I don’t think there was any involved.” Taeil scoffs laughter. “Mei, you were with the most wanted mafia man in the world, who kidnapped you. Of course there was manipulation involved.”

“There would be no way you would’ve slept with him otherwise right?”

Oh how wrong Taeil is. Mei was a goner by now. The young woman would’ve slept on a heartbeat with him if he asked again, there was something between them and she knows it. She feels it. Mei’s eyes drifter away from his, and that is where Taeil would speak to the boys.

“Can you leave the room for a moment.” He commands and the two boys nod without questioning, leaving out the door. Mei becomes tense, wondering what Taeil was planning to do and say.

He sighs a little, watching Mei roll forward on the desk with her hands. “Mei, you can open up to me. About anything that he’s done to you, or what you did with him. Do you know that?”

Taeil saw Mei nod a little, he copies the nod. “Okay, and you know how I’m very honest right?” She gives another nod. Taeil, trailing to speak. “I’ll be very honest then.”

“I believe you happen to have Stockholm syndrome. It would make sense that you did especially because you were kidnapped for a month, spending time mostly with Mark.” Taeil grimly said, Mei listening in shock. “I mean, please think about it. You’re a doctor yourself, you can simply self diagnose yourself. You know, that it’s true.”

“He made you feel like it was okay, to do those things to you.” Taeil practically bleaks at his friend, who shook and trembles at the analysis that causes the mind to spiral into chaos. He held her hands tight on the table in the middle, Mei sobbing now.

He moves closer pulling Mei into his chest as she’d cry, hiding her face with his hand behind her hair, pushing the girl down to hide from the recording as well as other situations for if someone walks in. Taeil wouldn’t want anyone to see Mei cry, no one would want their friend to cry in pain.

Mei grabs the white coat and shirt of the man, using it as a tissue for the slipping tears and unbelievable pain. Why was she so conflicted? Why was this so heartbreaking? She barely knows him, so what was this attachment?

Mei croaks out In the shirt by muffling, however Taeil understood all of it. “I felt bad for him. I still feel bad for him.” He tightens the hug, silently filled with wrath to end Mark Lee. Even now, Mei was protecting him by his self pity he put out.

“Mei, I’ll help you. You won’t have to feel bad anymore.” Taeil said. “You just have to promise me to cooperate.”

Mei could only nod, the comforting silence with the hug was very much needed because when Mei let go, she was instantly missing the physical touch. Taeil watches her for a while, she had a reddish nose, swollen crying reddish eyes and pink cheeks. He murmurs looking down at the hospital gown, half joking.

“Let’s get you out of here as fast as possible yeah? Hospital gowns don’t really suit you.” Mei gasps, looking at the hospital gown herself. “What you calling me lowkey ugly in this?” She shot.

“Absolutely not.” Taeil throws. “I just think, being a doctor suits you the most.” He kindly whispers, something in these words gave a huge comfort in the broken heart and mended it with a plaster. She smiles softly.

“Let’s get you outta here as a patient, and bring you here back as the amazing new doctor you once were.”

The session has to come to an end and Mei will have to go back to the prison-like cell. As much as Taeil wanted to keep Mei with special treatment, he really can’t be picking favourites. Not only will it make him look bad, he has to be equal and fair to his other patients that are here to be helped as much as Mei.

Therefore, it’s safe to put those feelings away. Taeil burying these special feelings he has for Mei and simply focuses on his work. Johnny and Yuta went over to take over the nursing ward. Moon Taeil would go over in his office, where he was met with Renjun sitting down ready for him as he requested.

Taeil murmurs, coming in the room, behind the slam of the door indicates to Renjun these two were alone. “You’re here already, Mr Huang.” Renjun hums a softy ‘Yes.’

“How is Mei doing?” Renjun quickly carries from his sentence, watching Taeil sit down in front of the desk. He was searching and observing the expression of the doctor for any sign of positive outcome; a smile, anything.

Taeil kept an emotionless expression, he looks down. “She can’t seem to remember her childhood. In the session we spoke about work to make her feel a little at ease. We both came to a conclusion that there was intercourse involved with Mei and Mark Lee.”

Renjun sighs a bit, stressed. He looks down biting the inner cheek, looking around. Taeil tilts his head, he couldn’t help but wonder one thing. “Can I ask a question, Mr Huang?” Taeil said.

The man in front nods, “you may.” Renjun replies. Taeil sitting back up. “When someone can’t remember their childhood much, it is a sign of trauma. Most cases it is a sign of trauma that is. Other cases it could simply be memory loss.”

“But Mei doesn’t strike me as someone who forgets easily. Did something happen in her childhood, Mr Huang?”

Taeil couldn’t explain what he saw on Renjun’s face, but it was sweat and piles of worrisome stress written on it; he was hiding something. Renjun flabbergasted, he lost the way to speak and think what to say.

Renjun nervously laughs. “No, of course not. She hit her head remember?” Taeil squints his eyes forward. “Mr Huang I hope you’re not lying, otherwise how else would Miss Huang get better right?”

“Doctor.” Renjun firmly responds. “She hit her head.” Taeil presses back on the chair, nodding with hands in the air. The young man really didn’t need to glare at him. Renjun looks like he was going to fight with him on this. “Right okay, if that is what her guardian says.” Taeil said freely.

“I will get going if that’s the case then. I will see you tomorrow after the session is over again.” Renjun mentions, standing up from the chair as he begins walking out the door. Taeil stays still staring at the door shut close. He twirls a finger around the desk, leisurely thinking.

“He’s hiding something.” He softly spoke.

The police station was much quieter than previously, it went under temporarily lockdown due to the amount of reporters, journalists and nosey civilians were waiting outside the damn police station. In fact, it broke million records. Celebrities came to pay their time to this case. The amount of swarming people wanting information felt like a pack of bees collecting small amounts of info for their queen bee.

Baekhyun was simply in disbelief. He felt stressed, worried for Mei and as well pity. The detective stands still in the forensic department, wanting to come back to the results of last week. Double check the work, If the blood matches.

He was met with Taeyeon and Winter. Baekhyun smirks at the sight of the older woman operating on a dead corpse, ripping apart its nails for the dna underneath. He whistles to catch her attention.

But ultimately fails, Taeyeon ignores the announcing presence of the detective. Winter on the other hand bows her head, He smiles at the young girl.

Winter is the doctor of Taeyeon, the long term forensic partner Baekhyun has worked with when he was only a newbie police officer. He crosses his hands pouting.

“Y’know a hi would be nice, you really don’t need to be so cold hearted.” Baekhyun spews, watching the doctor. She hums lifting her face to look at Baekhyun in disbelief. “If you’re going to sulk like a baby,” she pauses.

Moving forward, a hand on his chest. Taeyeon’s face inches from him, where she whispers. “Then leave.” She tells him again, moving away. Baekhyun on the other hand was smirking, gripping her wrist back. He looks around for Winter’s presence.

When the sight of no Winter, he pulls Taeyeon in his body, where his hands rest on the waist. She gasps and hits his shoulders. “What are you doing?” Left her shocked lips.

Baekhyun murmurs. “I missed you.” Taeyeon pauses, no longer fighting off the grip, instead she sinks and stays still. Taeyeon’s lips falling in a thin line. “Did you miss me really or are you here for the dna results again?” She trails quietly, almost sadly.

He moves resting his forehead on hers, his lips slowly crawling to the forehead as well to kiss it. “I missed you, but what excuse do i have to see you away from my police station?” He whispers. “I’m here for the dna results, but that’s merely an excuse for my boss and higher ups.”

Taeyeon softly smiles hearing it, nodding. “Right, then let me go before my daughter sees us.” Baekhyun chuckles letting go off the waist, her wandering off to the other side of the large scale room. He trails behind, but then Winter comes back inside the room humming.

“Mother, my shift is over.” Winter would say, taking off the gloves as well as white forensic coat and blue shoes to protect the sneakers underneath. Taeyeon hums. “Alright, stay safe and go home.” She responds. Baekhyun turns to Winter capturing her face again. “Are you driving home?”

Winter shakes her head, embarrassed. “I..am scared to drive. I take the bus.” She sees the man smile. “I’ll give you a ride back home, how does that sound?”

Taeyeon widens her eyes in surprise, but she saw Winter nod happily. The older woman nudges Baekhyun, hissing. “What are you doing?”

Baekhyun grins. “Helping out a teenager. There is traffic and a bus will make her arrive late home. Plus, Mark Lee is on the loose.” He responds lowly. “I don’t trust the streets until he is caught again.”

Taeyeon softens her gaze and nods, she would grab the dna paper results as well as the small bottles the blood were sterilised in. Baekhyun gives the car keys to Winter. “Get inside the car and I’ll be right there with you, I need to check police work again.”

Winter nods with a short smile, holding the car keys. “Okay Detective.” With that, the young girl leaves. Baekhyun turns around, watching Taeyeon’s furrowed eyebrows.

“What’s up?” He brings up and Taeyeon huffs in shock. “I forgot to tell you this, but I found out something.”

“Like what?” Baekhyun responds leisurely. Taeyeon looks up at Baekhyun. “I found out something between Huang Renjun and his sister, Huang Mei.”

Winter walks outside the forensic building, running a hand through the thick blonde hair she has. The young woman is a dedicated copy paste of Taeyeon. The teenage girl would enter the parking lot but immediately bumps into a shoulder.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry sir.” Winter stutters out multiple apologises, she looks down at what she dropped. A phone and car keys. The man looks around standing still, he had a black mask and black clothing with a hoodie that covers his hair and face too. Winter bends down to grab the phone and keys. She looks up to see the man she bumped into,

But he’s disappeared.

Winter looking around confused she brings back to the car keys. He must’ve already walked away unbothered.

Baekhyun pops behind the young girl, a hand on her shoulder. Winter jumps up slightly scared, Baekhyun questions the actions of fright with suspicious eyes. “Hey— you okay? Sorry did I scare you.” Baekhyun murmurs.

Winter laughs a little. “No-, sorry. I bumped into someone earlier and the man suddenly disappeared.” She turns around handing the car keys to Baekhyun. The man smiles, “right be careful, I’m sure it was nothing.” Although why did it feel weird to Baekhyun, he might later check cctvs.

The two go inside the black car, winter in the passenger seat with the seats belt on already. Baekhyun as well, he begins to drive off.

Baekhyun hums out. “So, why do people call you Winter? Is that actually your name?” The young girl turns around tilting her head away from the window she was dazing out of. “Oh, no that’s a nickname.” Winter responds shyly.

He smiles. “Really? So what’s your given name.” Winter murmurs. “Kim Minjeong.”

“Oh wow, I love that name, what a beautiful name, Minjeong. Did your mother pick it herself?” Baekhyun smiles, he was watching the road but he was nearly as enjoyable to the presence and hearing the young girl speak. Winter hums out quietly. “Actually, my father who i never met picked it out.”

Baekhyun stood quiet, pausing outside a house that belongs to Winter and Taeyeon. The young girl silently clears her throat. “My bad, I didn’t mean to dump that on you. I know that you like my mother a lot.” She grins out and Baekhyun shyly blushes. “Well, you noticed ?”

“It’s obvious. You come around with any excuse you can give and, my mum seems to like you a lot more than she says she does.”

Baekhyun smiles openly. “You think so?” He sees the young girl give a positive nod. “Well, how should I repay you for being my first ever supporter in a woman I love deeply?”

Winter giggles, shaking her head. “Nothing, just make my mother happy.” Baekhyun smiles nodding. “I will do.”

“It might be nice to have a male figure around the house and in my life.” winter murmurs openly, fiddling with the green jacket she has taken off instead of putting it back on. Baekhyun watches the girl distract herself, he puts a hand over the hand she wants to play with.

“If you ever need help finding your father in here for you.” Baekhyun smiles. “I will gladly be here for anything you want.”

For once, maybe Winter can find the truth about her long lost father she has never met. Maybe, then, she can meet him.

The painter stands still with the paint brush in his hand, yet there was no movement and no creativity running in that mindless brain of his. Renjun sighs, why was getting creative so hard?

Not only that, he was scared for Mei; worried for her. He stands up, opening the fridge as he gets out a beer can. Renjun softly opens it and then drinks up the fizzing on the top.

Beer in a can might hopefully cheer him up. The door bell caught his attention, him cautiously approaching as he looks at the camera. He saw Detective Baekhyun. Renjun hears the bell ring again, the Chinese man unlocking the door with a peak sharing.

He pokes his head out of the halfway hole, Detective Baekhyun sighing. “May i come in and discuss Mei’s case?” Renjun groans but nods, opening the door fully. Detective walks inside without the shoes on, roaming into the apartment.

Renjun hums loudly, sipping the beer from the can quickly. At this point being drunk sounds great in his mind. Even though he hates being drunk the next morning when a hangover appears.

The detective stands to the painting he found quite interesting, he tilts his head and murmurs in awe. “You’re a painter, Mr Huang.” Baekhyun said. Renjun scoffs out. “Yes sir, but currently I feel like a slave.”

“I have no creativity running in me.” Renjun groans, rubbing the temples. He was sitting on the couch watching football on the tv. Detective turns around, casually walking up as the sudden files thrown on the table in front.

Renjun looking at the table he sits up slowly, Detective was rather quiet. He grabs the files, licking the fingers to flip the dry papers. The moment his eyes landed on a specific page, the warm throat that the alcohol heats up went extremely dry.

His eyes disconnect from the page and he puts it down. Detective sighs out loud. “How long we’re you going to keep it a secret?” He said, Walking around.

Renjun groans. “Forever. I wanted it to be kept hidden forever.” The younger yells in shock. The secret he kept hiding from everyone even Mei herself— is finally coming out with a small crack in the glass.

Detective scoffs. “She’s adopted. So what? What’s the big deal, Renjun. Unless, you know exactly the childhood of Mei.”

“She can’t remember. But she never really hit her head did she?” Baekhyun continues to push on. Renjun shakes his head closing the ears, he felt his tired eyes give out. “I am sorry detective. But I can’t bring myself to say it.”

“Say what Renjun. What are you hiding that is eating you alive from inside and out?” Baekhyun shouts, grabbing a hold of Renjun by the collar. The Chinese man closes his eyes, tearing up. “I can’t.”

Baekhyun sighs in disbelief. “Renjun. You are better than this.”

“Am I really better than this, Detective? I hid everything from her. Everything. Her entire identity is fake. I, made her life into a fantasy. I feel guilty.” Renjun pours out his heart worries, looking around he stands up suddenly. Detective would watch the young Chinese man go into his room, lifting up a hidden box from the top of his closet. Renjun turns around, putting the box into the detectives chest.

“Everything in there can explain it, there is a journal of the situation. I couldn’t bring myself to say it to anyone so I wrote it down. There will be pieces of Mei’s past and…”

Detective looks up from the box back to Renjun. “And?” He repeats.

“And a murder weapon.” Renjun croaks out, drunkly. Baekhyun’s eys widen, gasping. What in the hell happened back then.

Masterlink to Psycho Love chapters.

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