{Heartbreaker}

To say it easily? Life lately had been… strange… more than it was usually. Life on Myeongcho has always been strange, that’s how it is living on Myeongcho, it’s basically impossible to live a normal life, but life had been more strange and unusual lately. For Hyuk it was like everything went down, and just utter down, and the small highlights in his life he rarely ever noticed due to being too focused on everything that had gone down. What major thing has happened in his life? He had joined a gang, and not only that, he had gone blind. And these two things? He blamed them on the MPD, he had gone blind because his fellow officers hadn’t listened to him, and he had joined a gang out of anger, as revenge, if he couldn’t be with the MPD he was going to be against them. The male had grown to hate what he once loved the most.

And this hatred was difficult, partly because basically all of Hyuk’s friends were from the MPD so it was hard to hate them. In the beginning Hyuk had managed to cut off all contact with everyone, but as time went by he couldn’t handle that, slowly he began texting,talking and meeting with his old colleagues again. And this was another meet with an old colleague, Hyuk still felt weird about it, he felt as if he needed to hate him and everyone from the MPD, even if it was so hard to, because really Hyuk couldn’t hate Taekwoon. But at last, it felt nice to finally drink with someone rather than drinking alone. “So Holmes” he began “or Taekwoon..” he continued “please tell me what you’ve been up to in the month I’ve been gone” he ended his sentence with.

Some say Qian never sleeps. She’s seen in cafes in the early mornings, and in bars late within the night. A conspiracy about her she enjoys. There isn’t a work and life separation; her life is work. It always has been, but now more than ever. Even while waiting for her coffee to brew, she’s watching—listening—to her surroundings. Today wasn’t her typical coffee run—no. It was the start of a personal project.

If there was a gang ranking on the island, she had a feeling Corvus was not leading the pact. Which was unacceptable for Qian. Although her role is minimal, she’s a businesswoman at heart. If they were not climbing the ladder, they were falling. Being an all-female gang, their climb will be even harder. Needless to say, she put extra work on her shoulders. But if this could succeed, this will be a phenomenal win.

Her lips curled into a smile at the employee handed her the latte she ordered. The cafe was crowded. Perfect. Everyone is focused on their own tasks to notice any sudden commotion if it’s restrained enough. A turn, three steps, and a purse’s strap catching onto the wooden chair, set the scene. The ‘sudden’ pull of the caught bag sent the cup in her hand flying towards the innocent stranger ( @mixholmes ) seated at the table. A shocked gasp left Qian. The cup landing in his lap, spewing the hot liquid.

he had gotten his coffee earlier that afternoon, and settled in a comfy chair with his coffee and a book on murders (as always something that he really enjoys). he’s comfortably seated so that he could analyze everything in the cafe with ease. a girl caught his eye, walking in. she was rather pretty but most ofetn pretty girls were the most difficult and the most cunning. he would have to keep an eye on her. 

as she got her coffee, he watched her out of the corner of his eye but decided that he was more interested in the books he was reading. three steps, and moments later, he felt coffee in his lap and all over his drycleaned white shirt. he gasped in pain and shock and dabbed at his shirt. “ah, it’s okay. more importantly, are you okay, miss?” he asked, grinning. 

A surprisingly chipper man, considering the circumstances.

Kiyoung gave the young officer a look, feeling a hint of wariness seep into his chest. The Myeongcho Police Department was trying to maintain itself among five powerful gangs - this was no easy task. They needed officers who were intelligent, experienced and most of all, focused. Their chief had just been shot and this one was capable of laughing, as if he had bumped into a man on an ordinary day in the grocery store, instead of right in the middle of madness.

He certainly hoped this Holmes was better at investigating than he was at responding to emergencies. That this casual attitude was just the first layer of his personality and there was depth underneath.

Otherwise.

“I am glad the chief is alright,” Kiyoung said quietly, picking up the last of the fruits. “Without her, this island would fall apart.” He took a deep breath, remembering the panic he saw on the faces of those within the crowd when they heard the gunshot. “Thank you for assisting me, officer.” Kiyoung bowed, because it was the right thing to do. “I shall not take up any more of your time now. I am sure you have important duties to attend to.” He gestured towards the people still hovering near the plaza, wanting to evacuate yet too flustered to figure out a path. They needed guidance and Kiyoung wished it could be him taking them by the arm.

It was easier to be chipper when times are panicked. 

he knew that he looked young and not very capable but at twenty six, he had seen his share of chaos and so he had discovered that keeping a cheerful attitude reassured people around that everything would be okay. with the five gangs around, he was probably one of the top officers that can be dispatched. that cheerful laissez faire attitude hid passion, intelligence and concentration. after all, he had received top marks for marksmanship, intelligence and was in the top 5% of the graduating class during his schooling. it was easier to smile and laugh because that showed reassuarance and confidence. he smiled widely at the other, after helping him with the groceries. 

the casual attitude was the tip of the many many rocks that made up taekwoon. he was good at a few things, so he was pretty sure that he could handle himself. 

he should have known that things were never peaceful in myeongcho. although minhyuk wasn’t aware of who would have coordinated the attack this time, he must commend their bravery for doing so during this type of gathering, what with the point of the entire celebration. he disliked either faction, really, so he couldn’t care less how things would turn out.

“hm?” minhyuk turned his head, spotting an officer approaching him. at the other’s warning, minhyuk merely scoffed. he had been in worse situations, and seeing as he wasn’t the target, he wasn’t very concerned about the entire ordeal. he wasn’t about to reveal that part of himself to the other, obviously, that would risk his entire career and possibly his life. so, he merely pulled his lips into an innocent, sweet smile.

“oh dear, is that so? does that mean that sound just now was a gunshot?” minhyuk let out a gasp, playing into the role. “i didn’t think the mpd wouldn’t be able to keep things in bay now of all times.” oops, minhyuk couldn’t help himself from the light jab at the entire police force. “what do you think happened, sir?

Things were rarely peaceful in myeongcho so he wasn’t at all surprised that a gang had successfully staged an attack on the boss lady in charge. And he was still bitter that he was technically relegated to patrol during this event, as though that was punishment enough. Even with the gunshots, he still had to stay on his guard and assist with evac since he was pretty positive that he would be useless in swat and finding the shooter, since he was just a detective. Evac was the main priority at this point.

Oh god, a sassmeister. Damn it and it was just taekwoon’s luck to deal with this child. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with bratty students who thought that they were better than the police. He simply crossed his arms and tried to look as stern as he could (it often failed since he was actually a very nice guy outside of everything). Hopefully his resting bitch face was enough to get this kid to listen. “Aren’t you a sassy one?”

The gunshot successfully ruined the festivities gathered around the plaza. There was panic all around as Kiyoung and his fellow Hydrus moved to exit the scene. Though he tried his best to stay grounded, Kiyoung must admit he was distracted, at least for a moment, thinking about the shooter. Otherwise, he would have not collided into another person and fell.

A hand was offered and he took it gratefully, realizing it to not belong to the man he came on the grocery haul with only after he got up.

he extended a hand to help the other up, profusely starting to apologize for his clumsiness. "my apologies! i wasn't even looking where i was going? are you okay?"he asked, lowkey panicked.

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@mixholmes​ tw: gore, mention of murder, corpse, mention of arson

kim seok-jin hated days like this - a new case, but so disgusting that you’d love to spill your guts right then and there. he crouched down next to the body ( or rather, what was left of it ) and pulled a face, disgusted be the smell and appearance. burnt all over, including his face, blood everywhere, no clothes left - except of a bit melt plastic, probably a cheap necklace or strings of his hoodie. 

“this is quite unappetizing i have to say.” he stood up again, facing his colleague. he usually disliked working with others, but safe to say that holmes was alright - a bit too teasing sometimes, but better than most of the others. he trusted him quite a bit. and that was special - it was always hard to tell who was corrupt and who wasn’t. it was myeongcho, the ones who you’re the closest to might hold a gun next to your head a few hours later.

“has your team found anything important? have they submitted a testing? safe to say that we can’t tell who he is by looking at his face. but his left hand must’ve been removed, meaning that the murder thought that it was important to make sure that it couldn’t be found even if the fire was put out.. maybe he wore a tight ring, a tattoo.. a scar.. or they wanted to have their fingerprints for something else.” 

the detective flashed his badge to a worker, proving that it was okay for him to be so close to the body. “i thought about getting something to eat earlier this evening, but i think i don’t have to think about that anymore. this is disgusting.”

holmes was always into cases  with murder and arson. it was what initially captured him into the whole realm of being a policeman. so days with a new case - especially one as disgusting and bad as this was so fun for him. he told his team to look around for any clues in regards to the source of the fire before he made his way over to seokjin. the corpse...or more like what was left of the corpse was quite miserable. he pulled his hoodie up tighter and knelt down to look at the body close. 

“well, speak for yourself. i find this rather intriguing.” he said, with a grin. he dealt with arson murders almost weekly so this was nothing new for him. “did you know that at ceiling level, a property fire can be up to 1500 degrees? At this temperature, clothes can melt to the skin and breathing in the hot air can sear the lungs,” he stated, as a random interesting fact while they were here. he didn’t usually work with a partner, but he supposed that seokjin was a decent one to have around. it was to an extent quite nice to have someone around to bounce theories off and even if they couldn’t trust each other too much, holmes was still thankful for the others presence. 

“i sent them inside to look for the source of the fire or an ignition point of sorts.” he answered the query. he then listened to seokjin talk about the victim and the theories. yeah, he agreed they couldn’t tell much about him but the left hand missing was something to look for. “well, here’s a macabre thought. the left hand taken for a trophy. we don’t know if we’re dealing with a one off or a serial.” he stated, thinking. He then leaned closer to the body, quickly flashing his own badge. “well, i can tell you that that he was dead before the fire was set,” he added. 

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