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༊*·˚ — flicker | sim jaehyun horror!au

FEATURING! jake x reader

GENRES! psychological horror, thriller, mystery, paranormal, enemies to lovers, non idol!au, slowburn

WARNINGS! mature themes, swearing, gore, vivid imagery, bisexual jaehyun (he had a fling w/ hee), paranormal activity, mentions of religion. nothing sexual (mentions)

STATUS! ongoing, irregular updates

PLAYLIST! fever (enhypen), animals (maroon 5), mind games (sickick).

TLDR!

“seven lost planets melting into stars of hellfire, how could a tragedy not bloom?”

sim jaehyun, part of a notorious gangster duo with the one and only infamous lee heeseung, has his life crumbling before him when he gets arrested in busan. meeting you, the "bad cop" and down to earth FBI agent might've been the cure he needed to solve his reoccurring problem—learning how to love again. except there's one major problem; there's a blood thirsty demon involved.

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— a/n:

hi omg!! my first written enha fic and it’s jake (ofc). i’ve been so mia on tumblr ++ ik it’s been 2 months since spooky szn but i rly liked this old au i wrote a couple years ago and decided to rewrite it !! i’m not really sure how chapter installments work on here but i’ll figure it out lol

alsoo this fic used to be a taekook one (i know stfu) so that’s why jake and heeseung had a little fling or whatever in the beginning but this is an x reader fic! so it won’t be mentioned often :) and also bisexual jake just feels right so i’m going with it

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masterlist:

1. Introduction

2. The Beginning

3. The Follower

4. Interrogation

…. and more to come!

SUNGHOON had never been one to be afraid of the dark.

Of course, the petrifying gazes of dolls frightened him, or the maniac grins of clowns haunted him in his sleep, but he has never once caved into the phobia of darkness.

Its a strange thing, to be able to control your own imagination. But Sunghoon was able to master the impossible.

He has always thought he was special in that way.

At least, that's what he used to think.

Instead of the warm feelings of security he was feeling moments ago, it vanished into a sinister frost.

Cold breaths panted down his neck, kissing his tender skin with ice cold air. Shards of glaze stabbed his torso, beads of sweat oozing out of the wounds. The silence engulfing the room was eerie; the tension in the air pressing on his chest as if preventing him from breathing.

Quiet, it was too quiet.

Sunghoon quickly cocked his head to his right, and he swore he heard whispers crooning into his ears seductively.

What the hell is going on?

"Hey, who the hell turned off the lights?" A loud, but shaky voice demanded. It was coming from the corner of the room, but Sunghoon couldn't make out who said it.

The voice seemed almost...unfamiliar.

"This isn't some fucking joke." The same voice roared, louder and more aggressively this time.

Sunghoon’s head was spinning, arms and legs wobbling like they had no strength left in them. His stomach was bubbling up and he resisted the urge to hunch over and retch.

It may have lasted only a couple seconds, but for him, it felt like hours.

"It wasn't me, I swear Heeseung." To the blonde's relief, a familiar voice answered the former male.

That was Heeseung? It didn't sound like him at all.

"Well it was fucking one of you." Someone else growled, sounding obviously annoyed but stumbled on his words as he spoke.

They were all scared.

"I swear to god, once I get my gun back I'm killing you all." The same person warned.

"Jaehyun, shut the fuck up; you're not making this any better."

Jaehyun? That was definitely not Jaehyun’s voice.

Sunghoon would know, he spent hours watching him talk to himself in his cell.

After that, the eerie silence poured into the room again. Palms sweaty, he dried them on his uniform pants, cringing at his fingers sticking together from the friction. He doesn't remember the last time he had ever sweat that hard before.

"Guys, it's alright." A new voice, one Sunghoon had never heard before, tauntingly chuckled.

Footsteps approached him, the whispers in his ear getting noisier by each thud.

Thump, thump.

A shoulder shoved into his, but it felt like a bar of metal. Sunghoon felt like his bones broke at the small gesture, so minimal but so strong.

Who was this guy?

Sunghoon’s always been the strongest, the bravest, and was always there for other people. So when he clutched his shoulder in pain, he hung his face in shame at how quickly someone else put him in his place.

Thump, thump.

It felt like it was just him, alone, in that room. A blindfold tightened around his eyes and dumped into the river styx. He was drowning, sinking into that sea of darkness, with the sharks of sins surrounding him. There was no light, no hope, no escape.

They were eating away at his limbs, but his bright crimson blood could not be seen in that pool of ebony. No one was there to help him out, no one was ever there.

Sunghoon was all alone in the dark, and this time he was scared.

His chest heaved up and down and he choked on greedy breaths, swallowing them as his head sunk deeper into the water. A monotone sound rung in his ears, and he felt as if he was about to die.

Maybe he was dying, his body and brain too numb to feel anything.

All of a sudden, it went quiet. The gurgling of water from Sunghoon’s throat dispersed, and the vicious sharks vanished. He wasn't in water anymore, and felt the dirt floor underneath his feet. There was no sound, just a ringing in his ears.

The thumping of feet finally ceased.

A gunshot echoed around the room, and just like that, the lights flickered back on.

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THE OFFICIAL CAST FOR FLICKER:

SIM JAEHYUN AS HIMSELF

— "Blood is such a ravishingly dark painting"

A Serial Killer duo with Heeseung, who always has time for some rebellious fun. He acts recklessly, without a care in the world for the consequences. However, his life of motorcycles and smoking came to a halting crash when he got arrested by the devil himself.

LEE HEESEUNG AS HIMSELF

— "Monster? I'm just ahead of the curve."

Heeseung has been a special case since he was a child, killing innocent animals and such for entertainment. He had never been taught how to love, or express feelings, so he feels no remorse for any of his actions. Will he wire the rest of the crew into his trap like he did to Jake? If he even have enough time to, that is. After all, karma has her own schedule.

YOU AS Y/N

— "Change is inevitable, not always favored."

Mischievous and stubborn, the two words that were basically created for you. Captains of Police Forces are usually intimidating, but your crew would always tease you for acting tough. What would happen if this normal, childlike coffee lover faced a horrifying inter-dimensional creature?

PARK SUNGHOON AS HIMSELF

— "Class first, class second, safety third."

Not exactly the brightest kid in the department, but is the most strategic when it comes to his job. His only priorities consist of ice-skating and fashion, which can be bad sometimes when you wear Doc Martins to a bloody crime scene. He's dreamed of being a Police Officer ever since he's been out the womb, but he would’ve never expected it to be as dark as this.

PARK JAY AS HIMSELF

— "You little shits better solve this before I start growing grey hair"

The Hard-Headed Deputy Chief of Police Force had quite the temper whenever on the job, and his colleagues would describe him as very straightforward + down-to-earth person. Once he stumbled upon an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, however, his whole life was deemed a lie.

YANG JUNGWON AS HIMSELF

— “God, I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

The top dog of the Seoul Police force, who also had a conceited heart of stone. He doesn't believe in the supernatural wishwash, with ghosts and demons & devils; thinks it's all a bunch of baloney. (Maybe that's why he gets along with Jay so well.) How will he feel once he finds out there's one after him?

KIM SUNOO AS HIMSELF

— "Icarus got nothing on me."

A lovesick twenty-one year old, with such a face, the sun itself gets envious. A chill, laid back guy that would always have your back no matter what. His only problem was, he fell in love/trusted people too quickly— which could ultimately lead to his demise. I mean, can anyone even penetrate what was about to unfold?

NISHIMURA RIKI AS HIMSELF

— “Last one to hell is a rotten egg!”

A young and aspiring intern that hopes to one day serve his people faces the harsh reality of what the universe could throw at him. He’s basically the department’s certified little brother, and his wide toothed smile could make just about anyone crumble. Can his bright and enamoring personality save him and his crew though?

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"knawing at the essence of reality, save it in my grasp, will you?"

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FLICKER — CH. 2

QUESTIONING ROOM— 1:15 PM

There was a sinking feeling weighing down on Sim Jaehyun’s chest; a feeling he was oh too familiar with. His breath stalled, his face formed into a sullen expression with his lifeless eyes pierced straight ahead.

His hair was disheveled, dry & brittle locks of ash brown scattered on his head. There were patches missing, almost as if they had been aggressively tugged off.

The yellow fluorescent light of the room bounced off the white walls, blinding his vision and grilling his pale skin. Growling, Jake fought with the bounds tightened at his wrists to shield himself from the light, but they would not budge.

His gaze fell to his hands, only to see a nightmare splattered all over them. 50 shades of red, painting every inch of every finger. Old, dried up blood was crusted on them and he was 100% positive it wasn't his own.

The protective glass doors before him glid open, revealing a petite nurse in a maroon medical dress and wheeling a table filled with instruments. Her head was down, almost as if she wasn't allowed to look at him. She walked in, followed by a tall police officer.

Jake was stunned, wondering why in the world he was in a holding cell with murderous blood staining his clothes and skin.

Then it hit him. The warehouse, the murders, Heeseung. Getting caught and dragged by policemen as the red haired man sneered him down with a disgusted look on his face. It was all his fault. All of it.

"November 15th. 2002." The officer sighed, placing a series of papers down on the table in front of him. He pulled up his chair and sat down, stone cold eyes casted on Jake’s shocked expression. "That's your birthday, no?"

He stayed still, swallowing the saliva building up in his mouth. Dry; he needed water.

"Why's a youngster like you affiliated with third degree murderer Lee Heeseung?" Jake just stared. His mouth was itching to pry open but he kept it shut.

Wasn't it obvious? He found himself thinking, digging his nails into the palms of his hands behind him.

A finger tap.

A pen being clicked, a tsk emitting out of the mouth of the man sitting in front of him.

Time passed, the mere minutes ticking away like hours in his head. The cop in front of him was shuffling the packet of papers skillfully in his hands, mouth pursed in a solemn matter once he realized Jake didn't plan on talking any time soon.

"Sorry we couldn't fully clean you in time, the nurses apparently can't do their job right." He deadpanned.

Jake rolled his eyes, his words obviously sounded insincere.

Finally, he put down his pen and stack, eyeing the latter under furrowed brows.   Clearly trying to solve the tension between them was a task indeed.

"I get you might be confused about all this," he pushed up his glasses, "but you're not helping my case at all, son."

Jake fidgeted with the cuffs on his wrists, his stomach butterflies now turned into rubber balls as they bounced all over the place. The pain in his abdomen from anxiety was crawling to his throat and begging to be released. All the questions he wanted to ask, but he held his breath.

"Where is he?" His tongue was sandpaper, scratching his hoarse throat with every word. He almost didn't recognize his own voice, being ages since he felt he heard it.

"Heeseung? He's in a holding cell at the moment. Your little ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ charade is over.” Jake’s stomach dropped. Did that mean he was going to prison? No no, he can't go to prison, that's impossible. He tried to convince himself. What is he going to do all alone?

“Holding cell?”

“Yeah. A mini jail cell, if you will. He’s awaiting trial.”

Shit.

His tan skin burned red with pain, left yet untouched by his accomplice’s hands.

Panicking, Jake’s eyes darted all over the enclosed room in means of a way of escaping. The walls were closing in on him and he needed out as soon as possible.

Before the interrogator seated before him could utter another word the glass doors rolled open with such force wind slapped Jake’s face for a good 30 seconds.

The man, dressed in a blue buttoned up polo shirt with a long black necktie draping to his waist, who wore an intimidating mischievous smile was now standing in the door way, facing the two. His hair was a jet black mane that bounced with every step he took towards them. The sickening stench of cigar smoke wafted from what Jake quickly realized was seeping from his uniform.

“Jay, what are you doing here?" The older man tsked. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Chill out man, what's with this tension?" The new man, Jay, chuckled with a lopsided grin, not even acknowledging the presence of the brunette in the room.

"Y/n came back with half of the unit with some artifact, don't waste your time here Chris." He piped up, leaning on the marble table. Chris, the older man sighed, leaving the splattered papers behind and pushed in his chair in defeat. Jake furrowed his brows as he glanced at the two, Jay’s aroma of charcoal + cigars making his eyes water.

Y/n? The name seemed familiar. Then it hit him that she was the ridiculously beautiful police officer that arrested him at the warehouse.

"He better not go anywhere until I'm back." Chris pointed a threatening finger at the tiny nurse stationed at the corner, her nodding in return. And just like that, they were gone quicker than they arrived.

The feeling of sandpaper on his tongue disappeared, mood being lifted from hearing about the mysterious Y/n.

Jake definitely wanted to see her again.

(Soon, he's regret that decision).

AT THE STATION— 1:26 PM

"I'd kill for a blowjob right now." Sunghoon yawned, throwing his head back onto his swivel chair, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. A shorter man was leaning against the window of the Captains' office, chuckling fondly. 

"Theres other ways of relieving stress, you know." He walked towards Sunghoon’s desk as he groaned in response. "You look like you havent slept or showered in ages man." 

"Lay off Jungwon, somethings been bothering me since the investigation at the warehouse." The male known as Jungwon rolled his eyes and brought a chair under him in a smug matter. He knew the older had a meek temper, and got stressed out real easily, which made it all the more fun to tease him about it. 

"I heard half the unit's back with Y/n, she wants to see you." Y/n, the kindest soul in the whole department that he's ever met, to Jungwon’s knowledge. Thats why her and Sunghoon get along so well; theyre each others bad and good cop. Being childhood friends definitely helps as well.

While the youngest would torment a victim until he got answers for hours on end, Y/n would bring a more gentle approach and reach that person emotionally. It was an almost perfect balance. 

"Eat my ass, I aint getting out of this chair." Jungwon scoffed with a disgusted look on his face, knowing Sunghoon was gonna blow him off. It would be a perfect balance if he actually put in any effort to their relationship, but Sunghoon worked like a lone wolf. 

But he's gotta be doing something right, since he climbed the ranks so fast and became a Captain at just 21. 

"Suit yourself." He raised his hands in defeat, got up and swiftly left, closing the door all the way so the latter's mood wouldn't worsen. 

Sunghoon spun in his chair towards the door where Jungwon just left, his office becoming quiet again, that vile feeling of being watched enveloping it again. Even though he was wearing three layers of clothes, he felt naked to the frigid air in the dark room. However, it wasn't a natural cold─it felt almost like the god of wind was breathing down his neck, and he couldn't shake it off.

It was strange though, seeing as he only felt this presence when he was utterly alone. 

I mean, it’s not like that kind of paranormal shit was real anyways, right? He tried shaking it off but the reoccurring anxiety kept resurfacing.

Maybe seeing Y/n isn't such a bad idea after all. Sunghoon thought to himself.

A ghost.

Her face was morphed into a ghastly fixture, almost like she had just seen a ghost.

It was frightening.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?" Sunghoon, who is now dressed in his dapper uniform and with a serious look in his eyes asks, to which he gets no reaction. Strange.

"Sunghoon." She finally spoke, her voice raspy and harsh like she hadn't spoken in a thousand years. Her head remained still, eyes fixated on something, or someone that no one else could see.

"Yeah? What's up, you're freaking me out here." He chuckled nervously, trying to relieve the tension in the room. Everyone else present looked to be on the edge of their seats, anticipating why their general was acting so strangely.

After a pause, he turned to the man standing right next to him with an authoritative stare.

"She's been like this ever since we got back.. I don't know what happened." His eyes flitted around anxiously, not being able to keep eye contact with Sunghoon.

A sigh brought them out of their trance.

"It's nothing. Never mind." She cleared her throat, eyes slowly returning to normal. It was like a snap of a finger. "I'm sorry for scaring all of you."

"Its nothing??" Sunghoon exasperated, but Y/N stopped him with a hand to his chest. "You looked like you had met death!"

"Enough, I'm tired. Tell Jay I'm calling in early."

He would've protested more, but seeing the tired, faraway look in her gaze convinced him otherwise. He nodded, letting her walk through.

What was that all about? And what had she seen that had shook her to her core so much?

Questions left unanswered, Sunghoon whipped around to the encircling officers surrounding them.

"Well? What are you lot still doing here?" He gestured his arms up. "Get on with your duties."

They all dispersed, muttering apologies and "yes sirs" and rushed to their positions. Sunghoon smiled; kids these days are so nosy.

The absence in the office was now even more prominent with everyone else gone, and yet he still didn't feel alone. Maybe one of them was still in there, hiding somewhere as some sort of prank.

The lighting was dim, but not completely dark, causing his shadow to dance and prance around the walls. Instead of inviting though, it seemed more sinister-- like it was mocking him in a way. Almost laughing at how clueless and naïve he was. Sunghoon didn't like it one bit.

Is this why Y/N looked so spooked out?

Or, he's just seeing things and all of this is in his head.

Still, even with a logical solution he couldn't pinpoint the feeling of being stared at. Being watched.

Goosebumps ran down his arms and back, and he grabbed his lanyard that had mysteriously fell to leave.

He didn't notice the lights flicker. He didn't notice the large grin his shadow had given him, which then disappeared once the lights returned to normal. He didn't notice, and maybe that was a good thing.

Better to be happy and ignorant than all-knowing and fearful, right?

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." - H.P Lovecraft.

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FLICKER — CH. 1

“THE BEGINNING”

Blood.

That's all Jake could see in front of him.

The warmness of the crimson liquid was tugging at his legs, as if holding him back from running away. To Escape.

The blood was decorating the room, dancing and prancing around the walls in a red painted shadow.

The stank smell was unbearable, as the blonde grabbed the now dead man's handkerchief and put it up to his nose.

"Clean this up, Sarge. A-11 42." A tall, lanky red haired man spoke into his stolen walkie talkie, glancing down at the mess they made. He was dressed in a police officer suit, which he also stole from the man they just killed.

However, Jake’s ears didn't hear. No, how could they when they were filled with screams and shrieks, his victims voices swimming around his head like his blood on his shoes.

Thud.

The standing male kicked the body of the policeman, its rotting flesh unfurling on the wooden floors of the warehouse. His hands were drenched in murderous paint, neck and face sprinkled with gore.

But his eyes had a terror in them that Jake couldn't begin to fathom. They were a wide, horrifying glazed brown. His sun grilled skin glistened from the tangerine rays seeping through the cracks in the walls, with the musk of dirt in the air masking his face.

Shudder.

"Come on, lets go before they come." Deep, and soulful, like the smell of fresh coffee grounds. That's what Jake would describe his partner’s voice as, a contrast to his terrifying demeanor.

The brunette nodded obediently, not wanting to make Heeseung angry. He was obviously in a hurry to leave, since that was always his plan.

And Jake always followed.

That was his style of fun—tormenting the police officers by calling their stations after they had just caused a homicide, and swiftly leave before they arrive.

The younger never understood why it was enjoyable, but Heeseung got some sort of high from living on the edge. The powder crackhead’s would snort was the ichor of blood for him.

But he did whatever Heeseung did. Jake admired (was too afraid of) him too much to care.

It was a Tuesday, a crisp autumn morning in November when they first met. Jake remembered it so vividly. The trees were painted with a palette of mellow, the reds and corals swirling into the dark shade of maroon bark. The leaves soared into the sky, and fell into the abyss down below.

A breeze whispered past Jake, the calming aroma of fall sauntering through the air. Dogs were barking at each other, as the owners gossiped and chatted away as if time was nothing. It was peaceful.

A typical day for anyone taking a stroll outside, but Jake felt like today was extra special.

If only he knew what was in store for him.

As he was ordering breakfast from a nearby coffee shop, he bumped into a tall—may he add—very handsome man with silky black hair. He was sporting a deep green barista apron, the words, Lee’s Cafe, seamed on at the top right corner.

The good looking barista swiftly grabbed a towel, dabbing the younger's clothes in an attempt to dry away the spilled coffee. It was almost romantic, in a weird way

Cliché, yes he knew. But this was the first time Jake has ever been smitten by someone at first sight.

Heeseung was the one, at least that's what he thought at the time.

Especially when they were nothing but skin against skin, panting breaths and tongues colliding in war. When his tar black hair was down and greased with sweat, oh yes, Jake definitely knew he was the one. Whether it was a one time thing, or if he claimed to still be “straight”, it had left a lasting impact.

So when he found himself in that spacious warehouse, with bodies laid around their feet and a psychotic Heeseung looming over him, he felt like a puppet. Jake was strung around his fingers, being controlled against his will. That maniac was not the same man he knew to admire in the beginning.

A tapestry of disaster was the man that stood before him. And Jake was the painter.

"Are you deaf? Move your ass." Heeseung clicked his tongue, pale lips that held loving words of warmth now spat at him. "I don't have all day."

The brunette scrambled up, dusting off his muddy clothes and fixing his jacket. The jacket Heeseung had bought (stolen) for him a couple months before.

Jake would always wear it to missions, as a way of reassurance and comfort. His partner may have morphed into a manipulative psychopath but the younger was still attached. In some sick, deformed way.

"Are we just gonna leave 'em here?" Jake cleared his throat, but couldn't even recognize his own voice. Instead of his usual silk sound, it was raspy, like nails on a chalkboard.

"No, we're gonna take them home with us and tuck them into bed." Heeseung sneered, sarcasm dripping from every word. The brunette flinched, slouching his shoulders and went back to being silent. He obviously wasn't in a good mood, Jake didn't wanna make it worse. "Maybe read them a night time story while we're at it, huh?"

"Well, we can't just leave them here as proof. That’d be dumb.” He mumbled back, a decision he'd regret immensely.

Heeseung dragged his feet, every step more agonizing than the last. Closer, and closer, towards the shorter male beneath him.

His head was spinning, vision deteriorating as everything was happening way too fast.

Heeseung’s palms grabbed Jake’s throat, tightening around the flesh. He tried gasping for air, desperate heaves leaving his lips. He clawed at his fingers, but it was useless. Heeseung was stronger than he would ever be.

"You're pathetic." His eyes watered up, coughing and spewing 'till his face grew a dark red. He believed he would die that night, along with the gangsters underneath his feet.

Jake felt numb throughout his entire body, but he was positive he felt his body hit to the ground, as if someone dropped him. His lungs that were crying for help now inhaled ragged gasps, almost like he was just rescued from drowning.

Why Heeseung let him go, he had no idea.

Not until he picked up the faint sound of yelling and loud, very loud footsteps approaching them. It took him a few seconds to realize and remember the phone call Heeseung had taken place earlier. Bright luminescent lights illuminated the dark corridor and the sound of gunshots pierced his ears. Blaring alarms in the distance and the roaring barking & growls of dogs were enough to drive him insane.

The cops had arrived. And smack dab in the front, someone Jake had never wanted to see again.

Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen.

He was going to die today. Jake knew then and there, he was going to die today.

AT THE CRIME SCENE— 7:28 AM

Bright yellow crime scene tape blocked the entrance to the worn-down warehouse, looping around the walls and sturdy wooden poles placed all around the depot. White chalk silhouettes were drawn on the ground, supposedly where the martyr's bodies have been.

It was as if a gallon of red paint got dumped on the abandoned building, it splattering everywhere. The metallic smell inside was sickening, making all the police officers investigating the area almost hurl over.

Two whole gangs were murdered that day of November 12th. The leaders, Luke Willis and Johnathon Wu were their names; both men in their early forties. Popular drug dealers, around this area, king's of the black market.

However, they had no weapons on them when you discovered their bodies. No cellphones, watches, or any other of the sort.

It was...strange.

"Where should we take him, Boss?" Someone ruptured your bubble of thought, followed by a series of grunts and small whines. You turned to his left, to one of your Lieutenants. Held in his clutch was a frowning criminal, his face casted down with guilt.

You couldn't see his face very well, but you could tell that he was a lot more good-looking than the average person. And young.

What's a juvenile like him doing associating with dangerous gangs?

There was a cold in that cabin to say the least. But not a winter like cold; it was dry, and hauntingly eerie. A feeling was swallowing your body up whenever you glanced at the handsome young man and you just couldn't put your finger on what it was.

"Take him to the truck with high alert." You ordered at the officer, who proceeded to nod and brush by past you. You didn't look back, not even for a brief second to look at that odd male. Shaking your head, you converted your attention to the rest of the inside of the warehouse, eyes falling on the detectives and FBI inspectors ransacking the place.

It was plain, mainly filled with empty wooden tins and bags of hay. There was graffiti painted all over the walls, typical for an abandoned area. A single light hung in the center of the room, right over the corpses of the bodies. Nothing too special, making him wonder again--

Why here, in broad daylight?

"You think they called on purpose?" Sunghoon sauntered towards the you, lips pursed and hands shoved in his pockets. His police uniform was black, yet somehow still stained with blood & donut cream from this morning. His eyes had a playful glint in them, like they always do. It always managed to make you smile in any situation.

"Think so?" You sighed, raising a brow at the blond haired man.

You held a sniper in your hands, twirling it around your pale white fingers until they bruised red.

That criminal wasn't alone; he had an accomplice. When they barged in there, he seemed very angry with the other, as if their plan failed.

"Seemed as if it was unplanned." You said.

Leaning back on one of the poles, you overlapped your legs and stared at Sunghoon with a mysterious but brooding look in your gaze; Almost as if you were cracking a code with your eyes squinted like that.

"Y/n, you're freaking me out." The older male chuckled, walking towards you leaning against the bark in deep thought.

"They're just some hooligans that got caught with the wrong crowd, don't think about it too much." Sunghoon patted your shoulder, brushing off dust that collected over your badge.

Vacant was the color on your face and contorted with a shade of fear.

"I'm not worried about them Hoon." You sagged. "I just.." You stopped yourself.

If you told him about the weird feeling that there's a spirit of some sort accompanying them, he would think you've gone nuts.  You two weren't usually ones to believe in the paranormal, so for you to feel such a feeling-- it was way out of the blue. 

"It's nothing."

"Ma'am, we found something!" Someone yelled, arms flailing up in the air towards him. It shook you out of your daze and the two of you rushed over.

Even with all the commotion of the crowd surrounding you, you still felt very much alone; as if someone, or something was purposely watching.

"What is it?" Sunghoon questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"It's just.. a ring." The officer mumbled, tilting his head to the side in disappointment. The crowd groaned in frustration, obviously dissatisfied with the build up. He handed it to you, the one in charge of the Investigation as everyone started to disperse slowly.

"Hang on a minute." You gasped, fumbling with the filthy jewelry in the palm of your hands.

Sunghoon froze, looking over your shoulder and widened his eyes at the scene.

It was encrusted with blood, the grimy substance a dark shade of cherry and looked no more than a day old. It would've been hard to notice from far away, and he could've sworn he didn't see any blood when he got it handed to him.

But, this can't of been from the Juveniles they just arrested, since the incident was only that morning, and the drying fluid was far from ripe. 

The longer you held it the heavier the sinking feeling in your stomach felt, and the ghastly feeling you felt earlier washed over him again.

It had to be a sign.

"Come in Hanbin, I need bagging and cleaning equipment immediately transferred to A11 42 on Standby, over." Sunghoon whipped out his walkie talkie and grabbed the ring from his still younger.

However, you stood frozen,  as if your feet were glued to the ground. Something was pressing down on you, but no one was there.

You needed to get out of this place, and fast.

"Sunghoon, I'll head back to the station and examine it when you send it over." You offered, ─ your voice coming out as a quiet whisper that you didn't think the male heard it─ and trudged rather quickly towards the exit.

The must floating around the wooden doors seemed to have decayed away, and without another word you left, half a dozen officers following close behind.

You didn't want to add another worry to your friend's shoulders, so you decided to leave quietly and not tell him about what happened that day.

But looking back, seeing Sunghoon pointing at men to carry tools and hardware around and talking into his intercom, you would very soon regret that decision.

Because the moment you left seemingly alone that day, a familiar company decided to leave with you.

IN THE STATION— 11:05 AM

"You're late." A man in his early twenties claimed, lips forming a thin line as his eyes glued to his intern. She was new around here, in her final year of high school and pursuing her career in forensics, who certainly didn't expect to be a personal maid when she interned at the department.

"Apologies, I was running a bit late due to traffic." She set his coffee down in front of him, bowing her head down in an uneasy stance.

His brows raised, right hand entrapping the cup and bringing it up to his mouth.

"You got my order right. I'm impressed." He slyly smirked, sipping on the beverage and nodded his head for her leave. She bowed slightly, evidently still nervous and swiftly left the room.

"Still as tough as ever, eh Sunoo?" A voice chuckled by the door, making the latter pause. The voice was non other than Park Jong-Seong, jury of the office and pain in his ass.

"What do you want?" Sunoo sighed. "Make it quick, my mocha will get cold."

"I think this is more important than your caffeine addiction." Jay walked towards his desk, tossing the bag in his hand at him.

Sunoo leaned forward in his chair, eyes widening at the piece of jewelry covered in blood.

"When did you get this?" He looked up, tucking his loose hair behind his ears.

"This morning, Sunghoon brought it in. Said he got it from this creepy ass storehouse outside Gangnam."

Jay crossed his arms, staring at the other male in a calm manner. He was used to seeing things like these everyday, and Sunoo knew that. Jay wasn't one to be afraid, like Sunghoon, but he wasn't careless. He knew other people's boundaries and beliefs, and respected them even though he may not have believed in what they did. That's how he made such a good police officer. Sunoo, and he was sure the rest of them admired him for that, and his personality earned him a higher position in the branch.

"Was it the same place as the murders?" He asked to which the older nodded.

After a long silence, he said, "Tell him to bring them in, I need to talk to them personally." Jay grabbed the bag up carefully, winking at Sunoo as he made his leave.

"Sure thing, your highness."

"Don't call me that!" He protested, hurling a paper clip at the door that missing his back by a hair.

Jay had a habit of mock-treating him like royalty, since he was known for bossing anyone younger than him around. It annoyed the hell out of him though, since Jay was 4 years older.

Grumbling, he took another sip of his now lukewarm cup of coffee, waiting patiently for a response.

His eyes always seem to fall onto a portrait from years ago of his past girlfriend however, every time he tries to ignore it. It was taken at a festival at Lotte world, when his naïve self just graduated from high school and decided to treat her out for their anniversary.

That day had been engraved into his mind, everything that happened afterwards seemed like a blur. He smiled; the thought of how clueless and innocent the Sunoo in that picture was was humorous to him.

Whenever he had some alone time, he would always sit back and think about the days when he was happier. His girlfriend would always pop into his mind first, so he just gave up on trying to forget her. What would of happened if they never broke up? Would he still be stuck in an police office doing minor investigations on criminals, or being married and having a family?

A family. That's what he always dreamed about, it was all Sunoo ever wanted in life.

But dreams are meant to be crushed.

Suddenly, the lights in his room quivered and shut down, as if on que after his last thought. Like they were laughing at him for thinking such things.

"Damn electricity." Sunoo groaned, standing up and flicking the light switch up and down, but to no avail.

He stretched out of his cuticle, greeting another intern walking by and rubbed his eyes. Due to a long night of insomnia preying on him, he hardly got a lick of sleep.

Looking around him, the lights were still on, around the whole building. In fact, the power was still up and running as if nothing had happened.

That was strange.

Turning on his heel, he went to walk back into his room thinking his no sleep was messing with his head but yet indeed, his lights were off. The heater in his room also shut down, which was overly bizarre. No wonder his room was so cold.

"You ok sir?" Someone asked him, but his head was too light to comprehend who it was. Sunoo didn't recognize the voice and didn't think anything of it at the time, so he just nodded and walked back in.

He called the Head Chief and asked if anyone had been meddling with the router since his power somehow cut off; but got the weirdest response back.

The router was renewed that morning, and the only office that lost electricity was his.

This wasn't making any sense, but he remembered having a bad feeling ever since Jay threw that bag of the dirty ring on his desk. And it lingered, even long after he left.

It was as if he swallowed a twenty pound weight lift, and his stomach was sagging to his feet. Normally he wasn't nervous by himself, or when the lights occasionally turned off, but right now was different.

Sunoo crawled back into his chair, long forgetting about his drink and overturned the portrait that now appeared frightening.

The air tasted bitter and his fingers felt like straws, the sheen of cold sweat not helping his situation at all. His heart was pounding in his chest, begging for release with his lips emitting small, shaky pants.

Why am I feeling like this?

He had never been more scared in his life. (For what reason? He'd never know)

Y/N and Sunghoon, please hurry up.

a/n: hi hi!! first chapter done omg :0 also jake and heeseung’s relationship or alliance is not meant to be romantic or healthy in any way shape or form — it’s supposed to be toxic as fuck bc hee is psychotic and jake has attachment issues etc. also yes this is fem!reader ,, sorry for any disappointment looll anyways i hope u enjoyed the first installment!! stay tuned for frequent updates :) OH AND they’re all aged up because it makes more sense that way lmao

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