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Jaeyoon was bored. He had been sitting there, leg thrown over the other, swirling his drink every now and then.
The man wouldn’t talk. He had watched his right hand handle the matter. It seemed like this one was a tough case. So Jaeyoon sighed, clicking his tongue. He got up, took his tuxedo’s jacket off and handed it to someone, he had forgotten his name.
Jaeyoon unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt’s sleeve slowly. He didn’t need to ask for the briefcase.
He faced the tied up man, sitting helplessly on the chair. His face was a bloody mess, the shirt he was wearing stained with blood.
Jaeyoon rolled the briefcase slowly open on a small table. He put on a pitying face, as he let his finger wander over the shining instruments underneath it. With his pursed lips Jaeyoon almost looked like he was remorseful. Almost.
Instead, his finger stopped at a knife. He picked it soundlessly up, inspecting it with a tiny smile.
The white shirt was a stark contrast to his black waistcoat and tie.
Jaeyoon played with the knife in his hands as he pulled a chair up, turning it around so the backrest was facing his victim.
He sat down, resting his arms on top of the backrest, one hand still playing with the knife.
“You know, if you would just tell me where the hell my money is, I’d give you peace.” Jaeyoon softly said, with a look that could be mistaken for fatherly care. If it hadn’t been for the knife, or the instruments lying on the table, or the five men that were backing him up.
Maybe he would have believed that the man in front of him wasn’t capable of hurting a fly if it wasn’t for his reputation.
“Look, I don’t know where it is, yeah? I got robbed. I told them-” Jaeyoon inhaled sharply, pinching his eyes together as he slightly turned his head. It was like he was mocking him. “Wrong answer.” Jaeyoon said, still as soft as before.
With one movement of his head, the man’s hand was untied, slammed onto the table with the instruments. The other was still tied to the chair’s leg.
His hand was held down as Jaeyoon stood up from the chair, slowly circling the table.
“You know the game where you stab the surface between your fingers, but it gets faster each turn?” Jaeyoon diverted his gaze from the blade back to the fear filled eyes of the man.
Jaeyoon slammed the knife between the pinky and ring finger, earning a terrified scream.
“You want to try again? I’m giving you the chance of being honest and leaving peacefully.”
Jaeyoon pulled the knife out of the table, slamming it this time between the ring and middle finger.
“Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you so please just! Just get that knife away!” he yelled. Jaeyoon just smiled, perfectly aligned and white teeth displayed. His dimples were prominent, as always.
He looked pure, friendly, even with his black hair styled back.
“I sold the drugs and weapons. But for a higher wage. You already got half of it, the rest is hidden in a safe house.”
Jaeyoon waited for him to continue, wiping the blade slowly with a tissue.
Once he got the address, a troop was sent to pick the money up.
“Look, you said I could peacefully walk out here. You got what you wanted. I have a family to take care of. I kept my word so you have to keep yours-” Jaeyoon put his hand onto the man’s head.
“Oh no, didn’t you listen? I said you can leave peacefully. Not that I would let you go.” He smiled again as he walked behind him.
Jaeyoon leaned in, close to resting his chin on the man’s shoulder. “Never try to fool me.” he whispered. Jaeyoon straightened up and brought his arm up to the man’s throat. He barely needed any strength to squeeze.
“Shhh” Jaeyoon shushed the struggling male, stroking his hair with his free hand. Only when he heard the man stop snapping for air and slacken in his chokehold did Jaeyoon let go.
Jaeyoon straightened up once more, dusting his shirt and vest off. He noticed a tiny blood splatter on his rolled up sleeve. “Disgusting.” He muttered, contorting his face in aversion.
“You know what to do.” Jaeyoon took his jacket from one of his employees, swiftly gliding into the sleeves. The men bowed as Jaeyoon left their interrogation room.
Juho was frustrated. He got out of the car, ducking underneath the crime scene band as he made his way towards the body lying on the ground.
It was the fifth they had found this week and it was Wednesday.
The fingerprint of the crime was matching the previous bodies. Juho knew that they were looking for the same man who was responsible for the horrible crimes happening in their town. Hell, said man was so powerful that many cities belonged to his territory.
Each of his victims had one thing in common: they were cleaned and washed throughout. Juho didn't think that the initiator was doing it out of remorse. It was rather to wash off the evidence he might have left.
And to top it all off, no one knew what he looked like. All they had was a name. Lee. That was it. Juho couldn't work with that. Lee was a common surname in Korea and his boss had cursed him for it when he deemed the information useless.
Juho did the usual. He questioned the witnesses, the one who called the police. He inspected the area, trying to reconstruct of how the body could have been discarded unnoticed when the street was buzzing with people.
The coroner had called Juho down to the autopsy. He looked at the woman expectantly. “Sorry mate. There's nothing I can tell you other than that his killer was really throughout. There's not a single epithelium I can send up to the labs. We only got the finger prints and victims DNA”
She patted his shoulder with an apologetic smile.
Juho let out a frustrated sigh. He'd been working on this case for approximately five years now. Sure, it never had been him standing in front of the cameras. It never had been him who was seen in public places. Juho preferred staying in the shadows.
He went back to the crime scene. Not crime scene, per se, as they only had found the body there.
He flashed the police officer his badge, looking around. The forensics team was searching every corner in the alley. When Juho craned his neck, his eyes caught a CCTV.
Suddenly, something close to hope flamed up in his chest.
He speed walked around the corner to the shop it belonged to.
“Detective Baek. I need to see your camera footage.” He showed the stunned cashier his badge. Juho's pupils were dilated due to the pure adrenaline rush.
Once he was in the backroom, the shop owner had replayed the footage over and over again.
There was van. It had stopped at a red traffic light and within seconds, the body had been thrown out.
Not once did they show their faces.
“I have to take this with me.” Juho knew he needed an adjucation but that would cost time. Time he didn't have.
The owner didn't ask any questions and just shrugged, handing him the footage.
Jaeyoon had sat in the cafe, playing idly with his phone, when he heard the detective introduce himself. He had been bored out of his mind, waiting for Inseong to return. He was going to whine a lot about it but it seemed like it was getting really interesting.
Jaeyoon had heard of his name. He knew he was working his case, from the officers he had on paycheck.
Jaeyoon rested his head on his palm, dreamily staring at the detectives back. He was really handsome. What a shame that I have to get rid him, Jaeyoon thought.
The detective had long disappeared into the backroom when Inseong returned.
He sat next to Jaeyoon, watching his boss cautiously.
“You're planning something.” Inseong noted. Jaeyoon didn't move his head when his eyes wandered to Inseong. “Did you hide your face?” Jaeyoon murmured.
Inseong blinked at him, leaning back and pretending to laugh. Jaeyoon played along, with a smile. “Of course. I'm not new to this job.”
Jaeyoon hummed in acknowledgement.
“They have the best coffee here. Follow the detective and make sure he sees you once. Get me his file. Then report to me.”
Jaeyoon stood up, gathering his jacket from the stool. Inseong grabbed his wrist, getting up as well. “You want me to do what ?” Something dangerous flickered in Jaeyoon's eyes before he caught himself again. He put on a smile as Inseong quickly let go. “Yes sir. I will.”
Jaeyoon patted his arm. “Good.” He left Inseong back in the cafe, wondering what the hell his boss was up to.
Juho thought he was losing his mind. On every new crime scene Juho showed up, he saw the same face. Sharp eyes, brown. Light freckles on his small nose and heart shaped lips. He resembled a fox, Juho bitterly noted.
So he went to the forensics, describing the man he kept seeing. They ran him through the data banks but nothing came up. Yet another dead end. Juho was losing his motivation.
Inseong carefully placed the file onto Jaeyoon's desk. The younger looked at him expectantly, an eyebrow raised, full lips pursed.
“It's the detectives file.” Jaeyoon shooed Inseong out with his hand, instructing him to not let anyone bother him.
Jaeyoon picked up the pretty heavy file. His eyes flickered over the pages filled with informations. “Marines, SEALs, best in his police academy..”
Jaeyoon took in everything. From his family to his favourite music.
The door was knocked and someone rushed in, not even waiting for Jaeyoon to answer. Jaeyoon hated rude people. So when he leaned back, waiting for the man to speak, Jaeyoon laced his fingers together, resting on top of the file.
“They're sending you an undercover cop, sir. Today they'll choose him.”
Jaeyoon looked at his wristwatch, uninterested. “Is that all?” He asked as he inspected his nails.
“I- I think so.” Jaeyoon stood up, gently closing the file and putting it into his desk. He gracefully walked towards the cop, putting an arm around his shoulder in a friendly gesture. “Thank you for informing me.” Jaeyoon chirped with a smile. He guided the man towards the door, Inseong rushing to him.
“But I hate rude people.” He pulled out Inseong's gun, cocking and pressing it against the man's head.
“I'm sorry, really, sir! I should have waited for your answer but I was worried- It won't happen again, sir!” The police officer stuttered, his voice laced with fear. Inseong took a step forward but Jaeyoon's smile just widened. “Oh, I'm sure it won't… Andrew” He squinted at the name tag of the officer. Then he pulled the trigger.
Inseong sighed. They'd have to repaint the whole hallway again.
Jaeyoon took the handkerchief out of his jacket, wiping the gun clean. Jaeyoon let out a tiny “tsk” at the fear filled eyes staring into the air.
“I want him.” He said, stepping over the limp body lying on the floor like it was nothing. Inseong followed Jaeyoon with his eyes, confused. “Excuse me, what?” Jaeyoon pushed the clean gun back into Inseong's gun holster, buttoning the blazer he was wearing up. “I want him. That detective.” He dusted Inseong's shoulders off before grabbing his arms harshly. His friendly face had melted into a stern mask. “I don't want anyone but him.”
“Oh and before you get rid of that, tell them to take the bullet.” Jaeyoon patted his shoulder and left, with gentle footsteps.
Sometimes, Jaeyoon scared Inseong. Regardless, Inseong hollered for some lower tier employees. He eyed the wall, recalling that he had let it get painted last week. Jaeyoon really needed to control his temper.