Han River

@(D) Won Jongjin {}Sorry it took so long, I've been busy and inspirationless.

Minji was parked in an alley somewhere focused on a new game on her phone. She had hit a high streak of 158 two days prior and now she couldn't find herself get over 45. She groaned and threw her phone in the seat next to her sighing and tightening the straps on both of her upper thighs and the strap to the simple, black leather and lace mask she was wearing that night. Without taking her gaze away from the headrest in front of her, she simply pointed to two of her favorite henchmen, one a butch female and the other a muscular man, and exited the car with them following her.

Minji's expertise in staying in the shadows made it nearly impossible to be found, and her excellence in math, before she dropped out, helped her find the perfect angles to stand where she could see perfectly but no one could see her (and it helped her get that streak in the game she was playing). She rolled her eyes at the drop she had stumbled upon. It bored her. She knew all about Jongjin, although no one had any idea who she was, he was quite popular. She decided to make it interesting. She took out both of the guns resting on her hips, making sure they both had silencers and shot both of his men's feet. She snickered, putting the guns away and slowly strutted out of her shadow.

"Now, now, Jongjin, let's not be boring." She smirked and walked up to them prepared to take out her gun again, and chucked. "It doesn't matter who I am, but I know you. Don't be predictable. Let's have some fun."

@(D) Won Jongjin () yeah it's fine~

@(D) Moon Jongup { So is first fine then? }

@(D) Moon Jongup { Okay, I just got home from work. I'll start in a few. }

@(D) Won Jongjin () yeah that would be good~

@(D) Moon Jongup { Should I continue to the Festival? }

@(D) Won Jongjin "He may not worth it for you.. But he does for me." He mumbled behind his clenched teeth and then looked at the other with squinted eyes. He watched the other leave and then turned his back, walking off. He noted that he would ask about him to Daehyun.

@(D) Moon Jongup Jongjin could tell that the guy was scared, but his stubbornness irked his nerves. Especially since Jongjin was never the guy to give up anything that belonged to him. He merely chuckled and shook his head then turned his back to the other. "Alright then, Jongup. We will see if Daehyun is really worth it in the end." He lightly waved his hand signaling his gang to start heading out before walking off.

@(C) Gong Minji As usual, it was well within the night; the time of night where people normally slept unless they were drunks stupidly finding their way home. For Jongjin, it was the perfect moment to arrange a sale. Hooded he stood by the river bank, his dark clothing blending well within the darkness under the bridge.He wasn't alone though, a few of his stronger members were with him. Not that he couldn't handle the sale alone, but just there in case things went south. The business he was there for would be a promising monetary gain. He was growing frustrated with wait, looking down at his watch to see that the man was well over 15 minutes late. He sighed deeply, looking around to see if anyone was coming. Tardiness irked him the most. And he made a mental note to demand more money upon starting their trade for being late.

A few more minutes passed, and the guy finally showed, along with a group of others. Jongjin scoffed. The nerve he had to bring backup and be 30 minutes late. Jongjin stepped to the said man, asking for the money first. "And I want everything that's in each of your wallets just for keeping me waiting." The man expressed his discontent with what was said, but handed off two cases to the taller male. With a content smirk, Jongjin snapped for his two members. Both of them responding quickly to take a case. Jongjin turned his attention towards then as they both knelt to the ground, opening the cases to count what was inside. The same smirk rested on his face, as everything was starting off perfectly.

@(D) Won Jongjin If Jongup said he wasn't scared of what the other said about him, it would be a lie. But he wasn't one to leave the person he liked just because of some threat. Even though he saw that the guy had a gang behind him, it didn't stop Jongup to step forward showing that he was still willing to put on a fight. "Hit me with your best shot, I am not afraid of you. I won't leave him. So you better off."

@(D) Moon Jongup Jongjin narrowed his eyes listening to the shorter male laugh, not liking not being taken seriously. Did this guy not know who he was? He took one step towards him, a smirk on his face as he looked down on him. "I know everything about you. Where you live, where you work, who you are at your big hit job. I can have all that taken from you in seconds." Jongjin nodded his head to the side, signaling the male to look around at his gang members who were standing in the dark behind trees. "You don't know who you're dealing with, Moon Jongup. So if you know what's best for you, you'd better leave Daehyun alone."

@(D) Won Jongjin "Ruin me?" Jongup laughed hysterically, not knowing that the other could do something really dangerous. But he was going to make a research about his opponent for sure since something in the other made him uncomfortable. "How?"

@(D) Moon Jongup "Right.." Jongjin scoffed, sarcastically, "Because he'd definitely want someone he knows for a few weeks over someone he was with for two years. You're a joke, dude." Jongjin chuckled then sighed afterwards. "I'm not wasting my time anymore. If you don't leave him alone, I'll ruin you."

@(D) Won Jongjin As the other grabbed him by the collars, he put his hands on his to push his hands but the other was stronger compared to him and his hand was injured. "You are confusing him, that's why." He brushed his shirt, saving himself from other's grip. "Stay the away from him. He doesn't want you. He wants me." He shrugged his shoulder with a smirk on his face. "Just ask him if you want. How he comes to me everytime.. Because he doesn't want you."

@(D) Moon Jongup Frustrated by his words, Jongjin grabbed the shorter male tightly by the collar, pulling him close. He narrowed his eyes at him, frowning. "Think twice about that, kid. Daehyun doesn't want you anyway. Why do you think he keeps coming back to me?" He shoved Jongup then straightened his posture. "I'm warning you. Keep your hands off him."

@(D) Won Jongjin As an unfamiliar voice called out for him, he turned his face to the owner of that voice. He looked at the man in the eyes, not liking the fact that he was good looking. It was interesting that the two man had nothing in common, even their looks were really different. That was why Jongup was really annoyed when the other mentioned his height. He raised his eyebrow, not liking what he heard. "What? You are the one who needs to stay away from him. You and him are over. He is mine now."

@(D) Moon Jongup { Its all good. :p }

Jongjin had some of his gang members hiding in the shadows, not that he needed them, they just wanted to witness it all. As he waited, he lit up a cigarette, slightly growing impatient. It wasn't long after that, that he noticed a shorter guy with a blue tuff of hair. Jongjin smirked. "Hey!" He called for him, before bringing the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag of it then flicking the ash off it. He walked towards the other male, stopping just a couple feet in front him. "Weird, Daehyun's usually not the one for short guys." He taunted, flicking the unfinished cigarette to the ground. "Alright, let's make this quick. Stay the hell away from Jung Daehyun." He glared now, looking down at the male. "He's mine, so whatever you two have going on needs to ing stop."

@(D) Won Jongjin () it's okay my replies are crappy these days anyways so sorry about mines;(

When he got a message from an unknown number, Jongup thought about just deleting it. But as soon as he realized the name was familiar, he wanted to give it a shot. While preparing himself for leaving the house, he suddenly remembered to who the name belonged. It was Daehyun's ex boyfriend. With this, he left the house immediately and went to Han River looking around to make himself noticeable for the man. It wasn't hard in the end. He must have known that Jongup had blue hair if he searched him, his hair wasn't something someone could ignore.

@(D) Moon Jongup { Sorry if it's short. }

Jongjin stood by the river, his gaze hovering over the brightened city. If it weren't for how pissed he was, he probably would have taken the moment to enjoy it. But Daehyun had been acting distant lately, which made Jongjin order a few of his gang members to follow him around to see what was up. After learning that the boy was messing around with someone else, Jongjin didn't take the information lightly. He did his own research on the guy. Moon Jongup, some young CEO or whatever of some company. Whatever. Jongjin was able to get his number, and decided then he would make something clear to Moon Jongup. He pulled out his phone and started typing up a message. -It's Jongjin. Meet me at Han river.- He sent the text, sighing deeply as he placed his phone back in his pocket. It was hard for him to understand why he so angry. He didn't care for Daehyun, so why did it matter who he fooled around with? Maybe because he didn't want to share. Daehyun was his, and he could have the boy on his knees for him in a second. He liked having that control way too much.

@(S) Im Jinah 『☾』

The city of Seoul appeared different under the cover of night. It is the moon hiding beneath the clouds who dispels the urban illusion with her faint glow, revealing a realm forged from the unheard prayer of the faithless and the dark dreams of the dreamers. This otherworld where realities exist beyond the gleam of the lights, in between the place where the lightness and darkness meet and melt together as one; lonely streets embodied a precedent of internalized revelation--the concept of coming to conclusion that, maybe, you were frightened of being alone at that and, being abandoned and lost in self-governed hatred.

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Swept under the moonlight in the thick dark hours of night, he crosses beyond the empty and most hollow streets, to the train station, down deep into a startling realization of loneliness that has become irrational and yet all the while intentional--for he has done nothing to stop it--he’s too tired to sleep and too awake to be so tired, this irony bleeding into the whites of his skin, eyes, and teeth, like the mesh of the silver skyline against a black sky.

For the first time in a long while, the world is void of color.

Taekwoon’s eyes see in black and white as they dance from cloud to cloud; watching as they release stale sheets of rain to the cement below his feet. For the first time in a long while, the world feels empty as he feel: a carcass of the unresolved and the unfinished, the tender and bruised. It’s static noise all around him, raindrops falling heavy outside the tiny haven held up by a single umbrella over his head. He turns into selective hearing, following the peaks and dips of a voice sifting through the white noise--the world stir something within him, and he responds with a shiver despite the humidity clinging thickly to the air.

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He makes a stop after he leaves the turnstiles. The night accompanies him with all its dark backdrop, humming the symphonies of hours housed in its metropolitan stomach. It’s jaw full with the periwinkle of forgotten twilights, tucked between the crevices of teeth. A train passes, and he counts the minutes that has gone from that point of time. Four. Five. It’s past seven and the air still brings nothing but the certain kind of calm in the middle of the downpour. Calm. Every so often there will be a voice at the back of his head, and her voice lulls him like a tune sang with the stars on a summer night. Jinah.She reminds him of something that seems bittersweet--days and moonless evenings spent in soft murmurs through the thin walls of their apartment complex--a childhood friend--a reminder that when you want to forget, you must not remeber that you want to forget. And so he always remembers--Jinah. She, as the scattered blueprints of his childhood home, diluted experiences knocking against the base of his skull. A reminder of something bittersweet, but contrary to that belief, she seems like honey. Taekwoon doesn't quite know where that comparison stems from, but he'll take what he can get without questioning anymore. Maybe, in that case, it was simply this small revelation that had been twisting and teasing in the back of his mind. That had to be it, because the tattooed words /οἶκος/ in his chest right below his left collarbone, ached somewhat faintly at this thought.

@Choi Junhong As they stood there facing each other, Jongup's mind was in somewhere else. Again and again the same memory played in his mind and he tried shaking his head to get rid of it. He couldn't get himself to say something to the other at first but soon hearing his words made him shiever. Junhong didn't remember him? But how? After all those times that they had spent together, being best friends for life.. How could he not recognize him? "I.. I was your best friend how the can you be so ignorant?" He outburst finally feeling humiliated with the fact that he didn't know him. "You know me. And I know you. I am Jongup. Moon Jongup. Your best friend that you told that you never wanted to see again out of nowhere."

@(D) Moon Jongup As he heard the others hiss of pain Junhong knew he'd messed up big time, or maybe he was just freaking out about it a little too much. After all, it was only a skating accident - surely the other was alright? Hopefully? Jutting his lip out in a mock pout (mostly to himself, barely registering the action) he bowed his head a bit. "I'm sorry." he repeated, genuinely meaning it and hoping the meaning came across. Realizing they still hadn't taken his hand Junhong lifted his head up to view the other, only to hear them call his name. He blinked, freezing in mid-motion before eventually shaking out of his reverie. Did this person know him? Glancing over the male's features, met with dark blue hair and a prominent nose mole Junhong found himself frustrated at not recognizing the face. Of course, that came with the amnesia, but he still found it tiring to wrack his brain for such information. Hand falling to his side Junhong straightened up a bit, suddenly nervous. "Um, sorry, but I don't know you...?" he says, and it comes out as a question because he's really not sure on the statement. "Or, do you know me? 'Cause that is my name, it's just..." Junhong rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, mustering a shaky smile.

@Choi Junhong Jongup was slowly making his way to the entertainment, passing by the Han River. He hadn't take his car today just to get some fresh air while enjoying a slow walk. Since his hands was injured, he wasn't really joining the others that much. Usually he was only sitting around the office and ordering people. Which nobody liked because what was worse than Jongup was an injured Jongup. He was too spoilt to stay still and quiet. He sighed and continued walking, lifting his head up only to see a young boy with a skateboard riding over him. He jumped back after meeting with the skateboard and hissed in pain. "Can't you look forward?" He asked but once he lifted his head up to meet with the boy who was standing in front of him, his eyes widened. It was his best friend. Old best friend to be exact. He haven't seen him since the last time he went to his house after the accident and got rejected by the door since they told him that Junhong didn't want to see him again. "Junhong-ah?"

@(D) Moon Jongup Sipping absentmindedly at his strawberry milk Junhong rounded the small corner of the path, taking one foot off his skateboard to push against the pavement and gain momentum. He stood on both feet once more and swayed the device from side to side as he made his way down. Junhong, remembering that he was actually riding next to the river, turned to look out at the water. His eyes caught on the sparkling fragments of reflected sun, and while he began to slow down due to friction he didn't make a move to go faster until it was too late. Facing forward again and putting his foot to the ground he found himself just a few feet away from someone else, unable to stop and slamming into him by accident. As he'd been touching the ground already Junhong tumbled, drink flying from his hand as he landed on the path. Immediately standing up - used to such a fall - he was looking around worriedly for the other. "Jeez, I'm so sorry." he apologized, expression twisted by an apologetic smile, eyes making contact with his flipped over board before returning to the other and holding his hand out.

@(S) Jung Krystal Hongbin waited patiently and let the officers think. Maybe they would let him go after thinking that it was all nonsense. He was just working on his school project and he hadn't seen anything suspicious. He could feel the woman's eyes on his camera so he tightened his grip around it and lowered his eyes. When he heard that the woman said sorry, he was surprised. He didn't understand, if she wasn't going to insist why did they even keep him? He sighed mumbling a soft 'it's okay' before watching the other confused men leaving after the woman. He just stood there for some time and then decided to go home. He had class early in the morning so he better get his sleep.

() There is a room named university^^

@(C) Lee Hongbin The boy action made him suspicious even more,now he's gripping on his own camera like it's his life line,thought for a while before muttered out his name. Lee Hongbin. Apperance wise,he wasn't a high school student,might be at least a uni student. Fresh graduates perhaps? No,it wasn't the time to think whether he's a high school students or uni students,all she needed is his camera. At this point,especially after her stupid subordinate and guns accident,she's quite sure it wasn't a good time to asked for his camera nicely nor with some force. He's able to sued them for that and enough with law,only this lunatic made her lack of sleep and he/she going to pay for that. "Sorry to distrub your time." She apologized before heading back to the car. Her subordinate exchanged glances in confusion. She never retreated even if her life was on the line but followed their leader otherwise. "Lee Hongbin,most probably a uni student. Find his registration ID and where he attended his uni." She said as she started the engine and drove off. It's what she called strategic plan. If he didn't want to give it to strangers,then let's become his friend instead and let him gave his camera willingly. It might take sometime but on the other side, dug the boy deeper,whether he's one of the suspect or not. "Seoul Uni." Her man informed. Seoul Uni it is. Hello again Lee Hongbin. (Can you help me and make a uni? Since our plot will take place there)

@(S) Jung Krystal There was a long silent after his words. It almost seemed like the woman and his side men used telepathy to communicate between each other and Hongbin was out of the conversation. It was only after a minute he saw the men pointing their guns at him. He was caught off guard, terrified as he stepped back. He was only a normal teenager, this was the first time he was pointed by a gun so he couldn't hide he was scared. He sighed in relief as they put their guns down with the woman's order and he focused on her again, ignoring the men. He didn't want to tell them his name, he didn't want to give up on his camera which had basically the most of the important things for him to continue his life in it. But he couldn't ignore the question of an officer. It would make him seem like a suspect. And he wasn't one. "Lee Hongbin." He said in the end, tightening his grip around his camera.

@(C) Lee Hongbin He turned her into a serial killer in case he kept his ignorant attitude like this. He didn't even listening to her words but snapped her as she talked about his camera. *what a freak* she thought. Even if his job is photographer, a well respected citizen would let go of their camera and let the police examined it but instead, that little brat even raised his voice to her and his subordinate exchanged glances in response,knew that it's the best if they didn't talk. The way he talked about graduation and such like all things he is going to completed is going to be much better than saving people's life. Might be for him,but for Krystal who has seen gruesome scene, blood and dealed with serious crime cases, people's life is much more important. Krystal's eyebrow raised as he told her there's nothing inside the camera. Who the hell was he to decide whether there's something or not? Unless he's actually a complience who worked together with the suspect. Now it clicked. He might be one,that's why he used all excuses to never let go of his camera. Truth to be told his attitude irked her but she has to liven up the name of his police agency. Her stupid subordinates didn't know what to do and instead, they pointed their guns to him. "Put it down." She said with authorative tone,followed by their action. As much as she wanted to grabbed his collar and punched him on his face and just simply stole his camera, she has to followed the rules, he's just a witness afterall. "At least tell me your name."

@(S) Jung Krystal His eyes squinted watching some men rushing her sides. Soon after he listened, the woman blabbering some things Hongbin wasn't interested in until she mentioned taking his camera for one month. "What?" He suddenly snapped at the woman waiting in front of him to take the camera and go. No no no, Hongbin said to himself; he wasn't going to give his camera to anyone. The only thing that would make him pass his class was inside this camera. Plus he had to use it until he finishes all the projects and exams. So basically he had to use it until graduation. "I can't! My school projects are in this. I have exams and all.. I have to graduate. And I can't do it without my camera!" He didn't want to use a high voice towards an officer but still he couldn't help it. "I am sorry but you should find other evidences. I didn't see anything anyways, there wasn't anything in the photographs!"

@(C) Lee Hongbin Great. Just great. Of course he wouldn't want to give his camera to a stranger who haven't introduce herself. *what a stupid move Krystal.* mentally cursing herself for her outburst action. Blame the mentally insane serial killer who haunted even in her dreams for months already. Lack of sleep even unabled to eat her lunch on time,probably only cup of ramen every single day or other instant food from convinience store. Another thing to be cursed about, none of her subordinate followed her from the car,they're just simply watching. Turning her head around,sending death glares and all of them rushed to her side,showing their tough detective side. The woman scoffed, what the use for it anyway. Right, back to the guy, she showed off her badge followed by the others. "Jung Krystal,detective. You might capture some important evidence from a scene. I need your camera for a month,the latest." Actually not only his camera. The officer have to checked the content of his camera even his identity through DNA test on the camera and such. Unfortunately he has to cooperate no matter what. What's in his camera is the most crucial evidence that might finally revealed the serial killer they've hunted for months. Promotion and such will followed afterwards. "Hurry up and give it to me. I've given you enough information." No energy made her impatient and surely,never made Jung Krystal wait for it.