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Jaime decided to go to the club to wind down and get shitfaced- sometimes his boss was really testing his patience. And today was one of these days where Jaime felt on edge, waiting for something to happen, a tiny harmless thing- a wrong word or just a face he didn’t like- and he’d snap.

He’d tried to pick fights with three different guys since he’d arrived, but every time someone managed to defuse the situation, much to his dismay. Jaime downed a shot and then another and a third, when finally finally someone bumped against his shoulder, barely touching him- but it was enough for him to blow up, whipping around as he towered over his next victim.

What was he supposed to say? Even though Anjell didn’t know all of the details of Lucy’s childhood and her relationship with her parents and their views on muggles-born wizards and witches, they’d been friends long enough for him to connect the dots and figure things out on his own. And, as much as he hated the thought of it, Lucy wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing: she had been taught a way of thinking by her parents that led the sorting hat to claim this house as her house during their very first day in the wizardry school. There were of course a lot of remaining prejudices against Slytherins that he himself wanted to get rid of by proving that they all were the same, that pure-blood or muggle-born, in the end they all found themselves at the same place at the same moment because they all had this incredible chance. But that was a talk for another day. Something that had taken years to take roots and who would take even longer to undo.

Anjell let Lucy empty her burdens into the warm air of the bathroom, showing no intention to stop her from talking if this was what she needed. How heavy her heart must have been to carry all those things for years? He couldn’t imagine, but it proved once again that she was stronger than she thought herself to be. He wasn’t sure what that made him look like, wasn’t sure if she expected him to return her honesty with his own. Merlin, he didn’t even know what he was thinking about at this very moment. Between the battle and his best friend’s intense emotions, Anjell was at a loss. 

It was one of those rare times during which words failed him. He wanted to comfort her, shoot her a grin and tell her that they’d overcome whatever is thrown their way, whether it’s dark magic or prejudices, that they’d come out of their teenage years stronger and better than the past generations. But he felt so exhausted and drained. Having to befriend everyone ever since his first year had been a daily effort no one had ever suspected. Did everyone think that he was a natural at being a social butterfly? Probably. Except that Anjell, at times, had wanted to shrink back into himself and just be on his own, even for a few hours. There were times where he had wanted to be upset and angry and bothered, but for the sake of everyone else he had kept on his joyful facade; whether that made him completely selfless or incredibly stupid, he wasn’t sure. Not even Lucy knew those sides of him, simply because it had been easier to be her supportive best friend. 

Lucy who had now her hands on his shoulders and cut his train of thoughts. He blinked at her, eyes widening a little at the unexpected proximity between their bodies. Now that was… Something he could have never imagined. “Uh… Yes?” He murmured in answer to his name leaving her lips, trying to figure out what was happening; did she want a hug? Or…Something else? His eyes flickered down to her lips then back up to her eyes, his hands finding her waist to hold onto. He had the brief thought of pulling her closer but, well, they already were pretty close and he was worried about what would happen if no more space was left between them. 

Perhaps that was what they needed, he realized. Comfort and reassurance in the shape of intimacy, something that would remain a secret between the two of them and between the walls of this bathroom. Without thinking too much about it, Anjell finally leaned forward and closed the little gap left between them, pressing his lips against Lucy’s soft ones while his hands pulled her impossibly closer. It was… It felt… Like none other kiss before. Maybe because adrenaline was still rushing through his veins or maybe because it made him feel alive in ways nothing had made him feel this way before. Regardless of what the reason was, Anjell briefly wondered if he’d be able to stop himself from kissing Lucy for her lips felt like the sweetest addiction he ever tasted. 

It felt like a fever dream, to be kissing Anjell- her heart fluttered in her chest as they melted into each other. The warmth of his body seeped into her skin, letting it warm her trembling soul. The touch of his hands on her waist, pulling her closer made her feel like she was floating, so surreal and yet just so natural, so right- like coming home.

Lucy reluctantly pulled away to take a breath, the magical dream fading into reality. It's truly real, she's really in his arms and kissed him. Different shades of pink blossom on her cheeks, lips curled into a bright smile. The worry, fear and fatique she felt before was washed away by pure joy. Her hand affectionately cupped his cheek, thumb moving over his lower lip, as if to memorize the way his lips felt against hers.

If the Slytherin wasn't confused before, she definitely was now. She had no idea if he felt the same way, or if it was just a one time thing- trying to forget about the horrors they've just experienced minutes before. Lucy decided she would not confess right now. It wouldn't be fair to dump her feelings on him, to burden him with it after everything that had happened just because she finally wanted to get it off her chest- except, if Anjell wanted to talk about what happened between them, she definitely wouldn't lie or pretend anymore. She would take a leap of faith.

She closed the short distance between them for one last gentle kiss.

„We should go to bed.“ she simply said, ignoring the dull ache in her chest as she moved away from his grasp. It had been a long day and they definitely needed to get some sleep or at least try to. Lucy stepped out of the huge tub, using magic to dry herself and Anjell, then accioed her bag over for some clothes. The Slytherin was well prepared, she even brought enough clothes for Anjell, just in case. Tossing him some clothes, the girl got dressed and entered the adjacent bedroom. Right. Sleeping arrangements. They had never shared a bed before and while they had already crossed a line in their friendship, Lucy wasn't about to just assume that they would share one now. Unless Anjell wanted to.

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but Soobin wasn’t a man of lying especially when it was about someone’s well-being. Knowing that Iseul was involved in a case that seemed rather dangerous and mysterious at the same time made Soobin a little uneasy. Even though they have lost track after police academy, Soobin still considered Iseul a friend. They have been rather close back then, more than close. Iseul has been his closest friend at the academy since Minho decided not to attend for as long as they did. ❝ True, but better now than never, right? I’m pretty sure Minho will be happy to see you as well. He’ll probably tell you about everything you missed and all stories he can’t tell me again because he already told me the same shit for the third time. ❞ The blonde man tried to joke a little bit even though the situation was rather serious. However, Soobin had his hopes high that they will make it to Minho’s apartment in time.

The man clicked his tongue, raising one eyebrow hearing how armed Iseul was. This man came prepared. ❝ Well, I didn’t expect being out so… ❞ He pushed his jacket aside to reveal his handgun. ❝ At least I’m not unarmed but we won’t need it. ❞ Now, he tried to be as positive as possible. However, during their ride, Soobin couldn’t help but look at the clock on his phone all the time. Minho messaged him in the meantime that he was on his way to get Soobin’s car. The people outside with their masks and their celebrating behavior bothered him. ❝ The people who came up with this shit should be fired. ❞ The distaste towards this ritual clearly lingered in Soobin’s voice. He felt anxious, but at the same time, he was mad at those who allowed something like the purge night to come true.

Luckily they arrived in Junghoon’s office after 14 minutes. While Iseul exchanged a few nice words with the officer, Soobin was already about to roam in the dead person’s files but quickly decided to turn the laptop on. He hummed hearing how much time they had left. Twelve minutes was nothing. ❝ We better grab everything that can be interesting and take it over to Minho’s. ❞ That was against the protocol but they had no other option. Soobin’s eyes scanned the screen of the laptop which asked him for a password. ❝ Shit. ❞ There was no way he could find out a password, he wasn’t a computer expert. This was why he closed the laptop again. Just when he wanted to turn to the papers on the desk, he saw Iseul. The man looked pale and his breath hitched. Since he had no clue what condition Iseul had, Soobin assumed this being a panic attack, something he has seen quite often before. Therefore, he walked over to his friend and put his hands on the other man’s shoulders. Carefully, he pushed Iseul towards the chair to make him sit down. Then, the blonde man knelt in front of him and put both of his hands on Iseul’s cheeks. Wrong decisions. Within seconds, he got a vision again. By now, Soobin could control the intensity of his visions, but they still come up by touch to the skin. ❝ Iseul… ❞ He finally managed to find his voice again, his head aching from the suppressed vision. ❝ Look at me. Look into my eyes. Take a deep breath and breath out again. Slowly. Very slowly. ❞ Soobin tried to keep his voice firm but calm at the same time. ❝ I’m here. It’s all good. Deep breaths. Focus on me. ❞

Iseul plumped down on the chair, doing exactly as his friend had said, taking deep breaths, gaze locked with his. Soobins reassuring words did wonders for him. Within minutes, he managed to calm down, his breathing now regular and heart pounding rhythmically and steady. He leaned back against the chair, a sigh leaving his lips. „Sorry about that.“ he apologized sheepishly, running his hand through his messy hair. „You know I've been in the army before I became a cop. I've got PTSD and all that..some days are worse than others. It's especially hard for me on Purge night.“ he explained quickly, regreting that he never confided in Soobin before. Iseul didn't like to talk about it, prefering to avoid the looks of pity whenever he'd told someone about his condition.

A glance to his watch told him they've been in the office for 15 minutes. „Fuck! We gotta go!“ Iseul jumped out of the seat, frantically grabbed some files and papers. „Grab anything that could be interesting. The laptop, too.“ Time was running against them, they've got 20 minutes left.

Iseul drove as fast as he could without risking their lives, the long road stetched ahead of them. 10 minutes left.

8 minutes.

7 minutes.

„Are you fucking kidding me?“ Iseul hit the brake, the adrenaline flooding through his veins as he stopped right in front of a road block. Purgers had blocked the way with cars, laughing and mocking them as they pointed their assault rifles right into their faces. He quickly reversed and took another way into the city.

5 minutes.

4 minutes.

They would never make it in time.

Frantically, Iseul turned his head towards his partner, eyes wide and questioning.

It took James no time at all to park his car in the basement of the apartment building he lived in. There’s a scowl on his lips as he turned to the backseat, his harsh expression greatly contrasting with the way his eyes took note of Jaime’s cuts and bruises as well as the amount of blood the other man had lost. Sure, he didn’t particularly like the guy, but they were as smart as a whip and met his smart-ass retorts blow by blow. If Jaime died, who else would make his life in that blasted office less dull? (Plus, there was also the fact that he didn’t know how his boss would react if she found out he let one of her lackeys die). God, he was grateful he chose to become a CIA agent instead of becoming a slave of capitalism an office worker.

“Sorry, could you say that again when you’re bleeding less and when I can record it on my phone? I swear, I’ll make it the ringtone for your contact number on my phone.” He turned the ignition off and was quick to get out of the driver’s seat, going around the car and hefting the other man’s arm around his shoulders as he bore most of their weight. “You could get me a new car instead, actually. I’ll e-mail you a list of models that I like.” Thankfully, it was three o’clock in the morning, so no one sane would be up and about by this hour. The elevator ride up to his apartment was quiet, Jaime’s wheezing breathes accompanying the music that filtered through the speakers.

Once they were able to enter his apartment, the undercover agent was quick to deposit the other man on his couch as he fetched his first aid kit from under his sink. Most people had bandages and surgical sutures, right? Right. James put on the medical gloves he had as he made his way back to the living room, kneeling next to Jaime and making quick work of his injuries by disinfecting them and suturing some of the cuts that were too deep to be left alone. “So, you gonna tell me why I found you at death’s door or do you want another beating?”

„Whatever, send me the damn list if it means you'll shut the fuck up now.“ he mumbled, dramatically rolling his eyes at the others antics. Jaime couldn't wait to see his face when he really bought him a new car. Sure, Jaime might be an asshole and would probably never be friends with James but he still saved his life. He definitely deserved a new car.

Jaime couldn't really tell how he got up into James apartment, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. The next thing he new, he was unceremoniously dropped onto a very soft couch. Minutes passed as his mind became fully aware. He rubbed slowly at his eyes and temple, hoping to ease the pain throbbing behind his eyes- it took so much energy to move his leaden limbs. His entire body hurt, like he had been torn apart and stitched together. He paid no attention to what James was doing, until he began to speak. Jaime curiously inspected the way he tended to his wounds for a moment, trying to find the right words. „I ran into some trouble. It happens.“ he replied vaguely, „Anyway, I handled it. There's just things...I have to protect with my life. That's what I did.“ he explained, giving nothing else away. Minutes had passed as James quietly and carefully desinfected cut after cut and Jaime was sure he could see some sliver of concern in the others eyes. Heaving a sigh, Jaime decided to confide in James. He hoped he wouldn’t someday regret giving him a chance.

 „There's a gang giving us some trouble from time to time. Their leader is Jaehyuk, he owns half of the clubs in the city and is big in the cocaine, heroine and whatever kind of drugs business. They’ve usually stayed out of our business, because everyone knows what happens when they fuck with us. This time, they went too far. We’ve almost lost our goods. Luckily, I was there- that’s why I look like shit. It was us 10 guys against....I don’t know, nearly 20?” he groaned as James reached a particular nasty gash, “Couldn’t you at least give me a bottle of whiskey or something? You’re such an asshole.”

“Anyway, I need to find them and deal with them before they get any other funny ideas, like coming too close to our boss.“ Jaime had never done it for the money. The pay was good, he had a big and luxurious house, expensive clothes, nice cars and he send enough money to his sisters every month, so that they could live a comfortable life as well. To Jaime, money wasn't everything. The most important thing was that he finally had found a purpose in life. Areum gave him that.

Languidly rolling his shoulders, James easily replied, “I actually don’t know what your little side business is, boss lady. I just heard that it can get you lots of money.” He shot her a roguish grin as he continued, unashamed, “And well, a guy’s gotta hustle to afford the lifestyle he has, y’know? It isn’t exactly cheap to look like this on a daily basis.” His words were flashy but held no real meaning. James needed and wanted very little— he led a minimalistic lifestyle— but Areum didn’t know that.

Despite their rocky start, things slowly started to smooth over a few months in. Many of the employees expected that he would be a slob. Knowing the impression he gave off to most people, the undercover agent wasn’t all that surprised. He knew that the organized way he set appointments for Areum as well as the systematic manner he fixed her files would speak for themselves. Besides, his personality really did some time to getting used to. He was the type to slowly grow on people, much like fungi.

Although it was a mission, James could admit that he had built meaningful relationships with those around him. Sure, Jaime was still a dick but at least they didn’t look like they’d kill him in a heartbeat anymore. Plus, Areum wasn’t all that bad as a boss.

Taking the file from the woman, James quickly went through it. His time in the CIA meant that he was used to skimming through important documents and picking out the important information he had to remember for later. The fidgeting was new, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Areum’s uncharacteristic show of anxiousness. She usually had a tighter lid on her emotions. Then again, the situation they were in wasn’t normal at all. It was mainly why he was so quiet as well. 

Sharp brown eyes took note of the abandoned warehouse before him as well as the landmarks nearby. The higher ups would definitely want the details of where this was and who exactly owned the land. The doors opened to show a man bound to a chair. Ah, so this was the guy Areum was talking about; the one involved in her parents’ murder. He caught sight of the different tools laid out on the table, and a feral grin pulled the corners of his lips upwards. “I assume you’d want him to suffer, boss lady?” The question was a rhetorical one, and as he walked closer to the victim presented to him, one of the men roughly removed the sack over his head.

Jashin-sama apreciated the sacrifice that Areum practically gave him on a plate to offer. “Hey, bub. How we doin’ so far?” It was obvious that the men around them had roughed him up a bit, judging by his bruises; but his god demanded more pain. Taking a small knife, James decided to start off small, “You heard her. Let’s start off slow, shall we? We have the rest of the night ahead of us anyways. Tell me what you know and you might just have a less painful death.” Placing the sharper end of the blade just beneath his victim’s nails, James was pleasantly surprised ta how sharp the small knife was as their fingernails were easily removed, blood quickly welling down his digits. He was never one to be gentle with his victims, after all.

Their screams were practically music to his ears, and James couldn’t help but hum as he slowly made his way through one hand. His eyes, crazed and ecstatic, found Areum’s as he said, “Would you let me kill him afterward?”

Areum was pleasantly surprised- she didn't expect James to jump right into it, no hesitation whatsoever. She watched the way he carried himself with confidence, inspecting the tools before he began to expertly and patiently remove the victims fingernails, seemingly not bothered by the groans and screams at all, while Areum could already feel the beginning of a nasty headache pounding behind her eyes.  

The woman assumed that it wasn't James first time torturing someone and her suspicions were confirmed when he started humming a tune like he was doing one of the most menial tasks in the world. Areum rose a sharp brow. Now, she didn't expect that. She scrutinized her assistant, eyes watching his every move like a hawk- he was like a riddle she wanted to solve or like an unfinished puzzle with missing pieces. Areum couldn't make any sense of him yet- that she was intrigued was an understatement.

Areum took a step closer to stand right beside her assistant, eyes meeting his. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, showing the truth, no matter what facade someone might put on - what Areum could see was that James was thrilled, almost giddy. Maybe he got off on things like that- whatever it was, Areum wasn't one to judge, as long as he got the job done.

„Yes.“ she answered his question, averting her gaze to focus on the man in front of her. „Alright, asshole. Speak.“

„I aint telling you nothing, bitch.“ his lips curled into a wide grin, revealing his bloodied teeth.

„We should've killed you back then.“ he continued, „before you became such a fucking pest.“ Resentment and vegeance blazed ferociously in her eyes, fingers itching for a gun to end his pathetic life. „Like we did with your poor mother. She was innocent in all this, right? Didn't even know what your daddy was up to.“ he was mocking her now and Areum had a hard time keeping her emotions in check. She could feel the fury dangerously throbbing against her skin, the heat flooding through her veins. „Shut the fuck up.“ she spat, but the victim continued his taunting, „I was there when they killed poor mommy.“ The memory she had so carefully buried, rises from the depths inside of her, poking and prodding at her ribcage. Areum desperately tried to ignore the sharp ache in her chest but it was to no avail. He began to decribe her mothers murder, leaving no gory details out. Areum felt powerless and detached from her body as raw emotions took hold of her senses with every word that left his lips. Seeing red, she grabbed whatever it was next to her on the table and rammed it into the soft flesh of his abdomen, twisting and turning until her hand was covered in warm blood.

Kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him

a voice whispered to her Areum could do nothing but obey- jagging the knife free she plunged it in over and over again, not caring about the blood that had splattered onto her face, drenching her clothes and clinging to her like a second skin.

 A quiet „Boss?“ coming from one of her men brought her back to the present. Only then did she realize what she was doing, her trembling hands unable to hold the knife any longer, dropped down on the concrete floor.

„James?“ she croaked and stumbled towards her assistant, bloodied fingers tightly curled around the fabric of his clothes as she clung to him like he was her only lifeline. Her mind was blank, the adrenaline dwindled and left her completely exhausted and depleted of any energy. The wave of fury that had washed over her body subsided, leaving her feeling numb, just like she did before. Areum had never once in her life lost control like that. Losing control meant that she was weak and in her position, weakness would be fatal- dangerous and deadly, something her enemies were waiting for. It took her years to perfect the facade of cold hearted bitch, the remaining pieces of her shattered heart and emotions carefully guarded by a massive nearly impenetrable wall. Areum could feel those walls cracking and crumbling. Feeling nothing at all was better than the pain and rage she had just felt. 

„James, what happened to me?“ her voice was merely a whisper, the cottony fog cloaking her mind made it hard for her to focus. 

It was silent except for the wheezing, last breaths of the victim and her own ragged breathing. He was still alive.

Bringing both his hands up as if in surrender, James could only shrug. “Alright, boss lady. I hear you, loud and clear.” At the command that slipped past Areum’s lips, the man couldn’t help but turn and offer the other people in the room a wide grin and a jaunty wave. Provoking them was half the fun of this dumbass mission he was assigned to anyways. If they made the first move to attack him, then at least he would have an easier time justifying to upper management why he had to kill them off.

Turning back to the woman before him, James nodded as he mentally listed his tasks. Many people would assume that he wasn’t he brightest bulb in the box, especially with his personality. However, the man was still a CIA agent and was adept in handling paperwork. He still had to fill up form after form to request weapons and schedule meetings to discuss specific cases, after all. Sadly, those in his line of work couldn’t just kill “bad guys” left and right before calling it a day.

With a grin still on his face, James couldn’t help but wiggle his eyebrows as Jaime left the room. Man, these guys really were too easy to rile up. It’s like they all have sticks way up their asses.

Shrugging his shoulders as he placed his newly acquired items on the side table next to him, James languidly sat down in a position that seemed to scream confidence. With his legs spread wide and limbs gracefully draped over armrests, the agent said, “Nah, I actually searched you up, boss lady. You even graduated from that fancy-shmancy university in Seoul, so I’m pretty sure you aren’t.” He was also pretty sure that her question was a rhetorical one, but he admittedly had a smart mouth. “And thanks. I reckon it’s easier to get hired without police arrests and all that shit on your record, so I just kinda laid low.”

The way James provoked her men didn't go unnoticed and Areum almost rolled her eyes. Men. She'd have to keep a close eye on not only James but Jaime too, because the way he clenched his jaw told her he was pissed and clearly not happy with her decision. Areum would deal with him later. The brunette wasn't surprised that he'd done his research. „You laid low.“ she repeated dryly, eyebrows raised. Areum could read people like they were open books, some easier than others- it was all about the body language, voice, the way they speak, eyes, movement. An ability that always came in handy, especially when someone tried to bullshit her which James was currently doing. He was definitely hiding something, but so did she. „Earlier, you said you wanted to get in. What did you mean? I felt like you were implying something else. Like I'm doing something...illegal.“ she said with a polite smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

The police had been trying to get dirt on her for years now, they knew exactly that she wasn't just a businesswoman, not with her power, money and influence. But they never found anything, no hard evidence. She wasn't an amateur, afterall. Her men were all carefully handpicked, their loyalty tested until she was satisfied and then, only then did she recruit them, sometimes after months. Areum wasn't planning to recruit James, but perhaps he'd prove himself useful and loyal enough that she'd consider it.

And he did prove himself to be very useful months later. James had lifted so much weight off her shoulders and Areum was grateful for his hard work and the effort he put into his job every day, making it easier for her to concentrate on other, important things. Like finding the people responsible for her parents murder and everyone involved.  The people closest to her had told her that she wouldn't find solace in revenge but Areum didn't agree. It was the only thing keeping her alive. „Read this, James. I suspect this asshole was involved in my parents murder.“ she handed him a file of all the evidence her men had collected over the past weeks.

Areum continued to fidged in the backseat, glancing at her new assistant from time to time, knee bounching. Nervous energy twisted her stomach into anxious knots, no sight of the usually calm demeanor that surrounded her. Areum felt herself confiding in James more and more, he had a way of drawing her deepest thoughts out and she did tell him all about it, unmasked and bare. It made her incredibly vulnerable but trusting James was just so easy. 

Today was the day- the day of James loyalty test. If he passed, he'd get really in. Areum had tried to keep him at arms length which was getting more and more exhausting each day but she wasn't ready to reveal all of her shady business to him, not yet at least. If he failed, then she'd simply fire him- there would be no risk for her in doing so because James didn't know anything that could get her behind bars. She'd be more than disappointed, though.

They quickly arrived at their destination, an abandoned warehouse in a low class neighborhood. Areum didn't tell her assistant where they were going or that it was his big day today, she wanted him to be completely unprepared. „Come on, they're waiting for us.“ she said, leading him into the building.

She stopped in front of a door, guarded by two of her men. „James.“ she started, craning her neck to lock her gaze with his. „you've been working for me for quite some time now and you must've realized that there are other things I'm doing, behind your back. You're not stupid, I know that. But here's the thing..I don't know if I can trust you. I mean, really trust you. With my life. I'm willing to give you a chance because I believe that you've got potential.“ she nodded to her men and they opened the door, wide enough for James to see what was going on inside: someone, their head covered with a sack was bound to a chair. Beside him, a table with various knives and other torture instruments had been neatly laid out.

„How far are you willing to go for me? Is this the end? If it is, tell me and we'll forget about it. I'll have to fire you and will be disappointed but I'll eventually get over it. Or you do it- you'll earn my trust and I'll let you in.“

When he saw the name that flashed on his phone’s screen, James was ready to answer the other man’s call with a smart-ass quip. He opened his mouth, ready to provoke the other with his words when Jaime’s pained voice filtered through the speakers on his voice. The CIA agent’s expression quickly turned serious before he nodded at the instructions. His planned retort was binned (for now, at least). He was well acquainted when someone was down because of a major injury, so the newly hired assistant was quick to leave his post near Areum’s office and rush to his car in the office basement.

~

The scene that greeted James was a familiar one. Jaime was quickly bleeding out from his shoulder, and the undercover agent was quick to rip off his outer jacker from his person and tear it into makeshift bandages. He supposed that he could simply say the he learned first aid a few years back. It wasn’t a skill that was too uncommon, at least. He quickly put pressure on the bullet wound and used his makeshift dressing and tourniquet. At least Jaime was still breathing, so he definitely didn’t need to perform CPR anytime soon. 

Gingerly placing the other onto hjs back and making sure not to jostle his wound too much, James slowly began his trek to his car. “Ah, fuck. You owe me a new suit and a car wash Jaime.” With the other man now in his back seat, James quickly put his car in reverse before he made a beeline for his apartment. “You’ll probably get blood on my couch, so you better believe I’m getting the most expensive one when you get me a new one for that too,” he muttered.

Jaime only came fully aware as he was heaved onto the others back, a painful hiss leaving his lips. He tried to blink, but his vision was still blurry. It was so hard to focus. Jaime knew that someone was talking to him, he recognized a familiar voice but he couldn't really make out the words. „James?“ he mumbled, his head resting against the cool glass. So they were in his car now. James didn't leave him out there to die- which kinda surprised Jaime. He had disliked the man the first time he stepped into the office and now, months later nothing had changed and he knew James felt the same way about him. They bantered every day, threw jabs at each other whenever they were annoyed and Jaimes personal highlight was when they trained together every friday. Areum required them to train three times a week to stay fit and so they did. The sparring sessions often turned more serious than necessary, both leaving the gym bloodied and bruised.

No matter how much Jaime disliked him, he knew that James was reliable, he was there whenever Jaime needed him for whatever reason.

Work would be much easier if they’d have more time, but time was definitely ticking against them. Slowly, even Soobin became a little nervous and anxious considering that hell would break loose in quite some time. Even people from abroad came over to their country just to have the hunting experience. Soobin always felt disgusted during that time of the year and he was certain that it was not helping a bit. The crime rate was not changed that much, but he wasn’t a top politician to be able to change anything. A frown appeared on his face, but he followed Iseul over to the car. With each word Iseul said, the bad feeling in Soobin’s stomach increased. That wasn’t good. Most of the time crimes against a cop were connected to certain cases and everything Iseul said now made sense. So was Iseul the next on the list? Or has Junghoon found out something he shouldn’t? Those were the times where Soobin preferred his usual work on cold cases – it was less dangerous but equally frustrating. ❝ That’s not good, Iseul. If your cases are connected and there is something foul, you could be next on the list. ❞

Soobin was blunt like that, there was no reason to hold back about it because this definitely changed everything. Someone was on the hunt already and surviving this night could become hard for Iseul if his name was involved as well. The blonde man quickly nodded and squeezed Iseul’s shoulder. ❝ Good idea. We’ll take your car. ❞ Soobin got his phone out and wrote his best friend a message with his location. ❝ Minho will get my car. We should head to his place before the Purge starts. His safety measurements are quite impressive. ❞ And Soobin would feel bad about leaving Iseul alone no matter what they are going to find.

“What- me?” he spluttered, his body tensing in shock. Iseul didn’t even think that he could be a potential target until Soobin had said it out loud. “Fuck.” he cursed once again, taking a deep breath to calm his pounding heart and frayed nerves. They still had enough time, everything would be fine- was a mantra he continued to repeat over and over in his head, hoping it would help him focus and keep a level head. Both needed if he wanted to survive. “Then we should hurry up and find out what the fucks going on because I really don’t want to die tonight.” he said with a frown, opening the trunk of his car to make a quick inventory. “Sure, I haven’t seen him in ages. I wish I could’ve met up with you guys on better circumstances- like in a bar, enjoying a few beers and talking about the good old times at the academy.” a heavy sigh escapes his lips and Iseul closes the trunk with a dull thud again. “I’ve got a tazer, a shotgun and rifle, two handguns and enough ammo to survive the night if necessary. Are you armed?” Iseul knew it might be a little excessive but he got a little more paranoid than he already was after he returned from Afghanistan. It just made him feel safer, more prepared. Like he was in control, which he needed to feel to make his PTSD more bearable.

They had arrived in 14 minutes with a few traffic violations but Iseul couldn’t care less. Purgers were already on the street: people in groups with colorful masks and costumes, armed to their teeth with knifes, machetes and assault guns- laughing and joking, clearly thrilled to commit some of the worst crimes. A shiver ran down his spine, just the thought of getting stranded out there made him feel nauseous.

“No, that wasㅡ I was joking, Iseul.” Wonbin blinked a few times, although he couldn’t help but to feel faintly amused by his best friend’s obvious excitement about going to run at dawn. He wasn’t sure exactly what to think and say: the idea was tempting, of course. And, it could also be an opportunity to exhaust himself right after work, giving him a chance to go to sleep without much issues once they’d go back home. But, at the same time… He hadn’t run in a while, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep up with Iseul; he wasn’t even sure why this was a source of worry to begin with, but it turned out that being a broken person brought out the strangest and most unexpected fears and insecurities. However, it wasn’t something he could entirely say no, especially if it involved Iseul. He was, after all, the only person who exactly knew how Wonbin was feeling. “But I’ll think about it.” Instead of a promise, it was a small step forward. But it was better than enough, wasn’t it? 

Which was why he wasn’t too surprised by his best friend’s following questions though it didn’t stop Wonbin from looking down at the table, almost afraid of what Iseul would see on his face at this moment. Now, things would change. Being roommates wasn’t something they were strangers to, except that it clearly was under others circumstances. They were the same persons and yet they had never been so different. 

Lips pursing, Wonbin remained quiet for a while. It wasn’t that he didn’t have an answer, he simply didn’t know. He had never put in this situation where his weaknesses would be open for his best friend to see in the one place Wonbin thought would solely remain his and his only.This was a challenge he was unprepared for. “I don’t know.” Eventually, his honest reply came, stormy eyes glancing up as if Wonbin was preparing himself to be swallowed entirely by an unforeseen darkness. “It’s not… I just… I mean, who knows? One day I might need to be left alone, and the other one I might ask you to stay next to me. This kind of things… They’re too unpredictable, that’s why I can’t give you a proper answer.” An apologetic smile was given and fingers ran through his dark hair; he was getting a little bit tired. “Just don’t push me to open up and talk about it. What about you though? Anything I should or shouldn’t do?” 

Iseul wasn’t exactly satisfied with Wonbins answer but at least he’d think about it instead of refusing right away. He knew he’d have to be patient with his best friend, he’d eventually give in anyway after pestering him enough.

He listened intently, remaining quiet until Wonbin had finished. “Alright.” he said, nodding empathetically. Iseul knew exactly what Wonbin meant, not every day was the same, moods could change within minutes- making it hard to deal with things because they couldn’t really prepare. Sometimes even a certain smell that reminded him of the worst time of his life could trigger his PTSD. 

“Well, for me it’s a little different.” he said, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. Just talking about it made him feel uncomfortable, but it was important for them to communicate those important kind of things clearly. “If you see me spacing out or whatever, you need to drag me out of it, Wonbin. Seriously. Just say something or if necessary, kick my ass- feel free to do anything. I mean like gently kick my ass, of course.” he chuckled nervously, “If I have a bad day, a little company would be nice. But only if you have the time. Don’t feel pressured to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you see me freaking out and you’re about to go to work, just go. I can deal with it on my own.” Iseul had managed to go through the hardest time of his life mostly on his own- with the help of his therapist of course. He’d been astounded how resilient he was, that his soul was broken but not beyond repair and he fought his way back into life because he couldn’t just give up. Iseul had never been a quitter. He fought like his life depended on it, like he was still wearing a uniform, like he was still back there. And he managed to get a little bit of normalcy back- he had a good job and apartment. He was clean, no drugs at all. Iseul was proud of his accomplishments and he wanted to help his best friend, too. 

Jaime hissed as he put pressure on the gunshot wound on his shoulder, the fabric of his suit already completely drenched. The adrenaline rushing through his veins made the pain more bearable, but as soon as it would ebb away, he definitely did have a problem. It wasn’t his first gunshot wound nor would it be his last. Breathing became harder and harder and it took Jaime nearly five minutes to get his phone out of his pocket. He hated the fact that James was the only one who could help him right now. Jaime had ordered half of his men to secure the goods, taking them to a second location while the other half went to hunt down the gang who surprisingly had enough balls to even try and mess with them. They’d regret it, sooner or later.

With a grunt, Jaime dialed the number. 

It wasn’t wrong and Soobin had to admit that. He wouldn’t say no if he was called to a new case and that was definitely a problem. No one wanted to work right now and even the officers with them right now always looked on their watch to check the time. Soobin couldn’t blame them, in fact, he wanted to make sure they leave this place as soon as possible. But the dead body couldn’t remain here. At the same time, working too fast could destroy the needed evidence. Soobin squatted down to have a closer look at the wound after Iseul mentioned the clean headshot, then his sharp gaze traveled over to the knees. ❝ You are right, ❞ he said and noted that down on his little notebook he always carried around with him. Hearing that there was no ID caused Soobin to click his tongue. ❝ Wallet? ❞ he asked, looking at the officer who shook his head. That didn’t make sense. Why would they steal a wallet and leave the designer clothes here?

With a loud groan, Soobin got up again. ❝ And why would they take the wallet then. Unless the victim never had a wallet with him. Next question: how did he get here? By car, but where is it. ❞ And like Iseul said, what would this guy do in a neighborhood like that. He furrowed his brows, looking at Iseul after the man said that he has seen the victim before. ❝ Try to recall it. ❞ Soobin said to the other man before turning towards the officers again. ❝ You all have one more hour until purge night. I want you to collect all evidence possible and bring the body to the pathology… ❞ Soobin wanted to say more but Iseul came up with the conclusion on who the victim was. That wasn’t good. A fellow cop was dead, that changed a lot. ❝ Okay, change of plan, you all leave now. ❞ Soobin gave his partner a look, turning away from the officers to approach the other. ❝ Do you know what he worked on? If he was involved in something big other people who worked with him are in danger this night as well. ❞

All of the countless questions they had, remained unanswered for now. They’d have to go through all the evidence tomorrow, after this hell night ended. The  officers began to quickly but efficiently put all of the evidence in bags, clearing the crime scene. Iseuls eyebrows furrowed, his face immediately fell at Soobins words. “Fuck!” he cursed as it finally dawned on him. This was bad. “Not here.” he dragged the other over to his car, far away from prying eyes or ears. “Okay, listen. I don’t really know what he was working on, I’ve only met him maybe once or twice. He had emailed me a few weeks ago, asking for some files on a case I was working on. The case I was working on was about our not so charming district attorney. I received some anonymous tips that he was involved in corruption, money laundering, I mean some pretty heavy stuff. Those are very serious accusations. So far, I’ve got nothing. I mean, he works in law enforcement, guy surely knows a trick or two, how to get rid of shit. Junghoon thought that his case and mine were connected. I didn’t ask any questions, I just send him the files. That’s it.” Iseul groaned, frustrated at himself. “I’m so fucking stupid.” There was no point in beating himself up over it, he knew that. Soobin was right, they’d have to find out who else was involved and what Junghoon was working on before another one of their own gets murdered. A glance to his clock told him they had 51 minutes left.

The man’s pupils dilated as Areum leaned towards him. Some might think that this was a sign of her attraction to the woman before him, but in all honesty, the only thing on James’ mind right now were the words Jashin-sama was whispering into his ear. 

There was suffering in her very being— something thorny and tangled. He licked his lips once more as his mind was filled with music and exultation of some awesome violence. The god of suffering knew her, wanted her, and would welcome her. Idly, James wondered if he couldn’t kill Areum, perhaps he could convert her instead.

Pumping his fist in the air, he whooped, “Alright! you got it boss lady.” The man with the oddly suicidal confidence stood up from his seat and paid no attention the the other people in the room (they were all irrelevant to his mission anyways). He quickly made his way down the building and bought a cup of freshly brewed coffee for his new boss.

Once everything was paid for, James made his way up to the new office that he would now be regularly visiting. Proudly presenting the caffeinated drink to Areum, James places it on her desk with a grin. “Didn’t really know what you wanted to so I got you my favorite instead. Enjoy, doll.”

As soon as James left the room a few pair on eyes were on her, gazes wide and questioning. Areum rarely made bad decisions but in James case she was certain she did. This guy meant trouble, but he was like a breath of fresh air at the same time and the brunette could really use some entertainment even if it was in form of her new cocky assistant. Her business was doing good, everything had been going way too smoothly, there had been no challenges at all- until now.

Areum eyed the drink suspiciously, hesitating for a moment before she took a tentative sip. Not bad. “Thank you.” she said, flashing him a grateful smile. The pet name didn’t go unnoticed- it made her eye twitch in annoyance. “It’s boss to you. Sit down.” God, did she want to slap that triumphant grin off of his face. She’d have enough time to teach him some manners. Step after step.

“Leave us.” she ordered and all the men in the office immediately left, except for one. “Before we start, let me introduce Jaime to you. He’s been working for me for a very very long time. He’s not only my personal bodyguard but also right hand man. It’s better if you guys get along.” her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. 

“You will be responsible for all the correspondence, phone calls, emails, taking notes, all of that. You’ll also organize meetings and schedule appointments. Here.” she rummaged in one of her drawers and handed him a laptop, tablet and a phone. “My schedule and everything else you need is on there. Everything is for business purposes only.”

Areum regarded him with an inscrutable gaze, still unsure what to make of her new assistant.

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8. to protect @latibulx (Hogwarts AU)

It was the week before Christmas, many years after the war had ended but it was their first holiday as an engaged couple. Lucy had the day off and decided to do some last minute Christmas shopping before heading up to the castle to see Anjell for lunch. 

The bright sunlight made the thick blanket of snow sparkle, almost blinding her. Lucy loved Hogwarts during the winter, it made the castle seem even more magical. In the distance, Lucy could hear joyous laughter and yelling. What were those kids up to?

Her soon-to-be husband was currently engaged in a very serious snowball fight against some first years. A brilliant smile curled on her lips as she watched him fondly- Anjell was very popular amongst students, the first years especially. The way he treated them with so much kindness and love made her heart flutter in her chest. Lucy knew that he would be a great father someday. The mere thought of them having children together made her flush, her skin tingling with heat. It made her wonder, what would their children look like? Would they have a little boy who looked exactly like him with big brown puppy eyes? Or a little girl? Both? Would they call her mommy?

“Get down, Luce!” Anjells voice brings her wandering thoughts back into the moment and before Lucy could even realize what was going on, he had already tackled her down into the bed of snow, succefully avoiding a stray snowball. They both tumbled to the ground, Anjells heavy weight on top of her knocked the air out of her lungs. “You’re completely mad.” she said, both bursting out into hysterical laughter. As the last remainders of their giggles and chortles fade and both of them somehow regain their composure, Lucy loosely wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him a little closer. Anjells warm gaze and plump lips were drawing her in, her lips brushing against his-

“Ew! That is so gross, Professor!” voices behind them shrieked, some even gagged. With an amused smile, they settled for a simple peck as to not horrify the first years for life.

“I love you.” she said, heart nearly bursting with happiness.

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16. after a nightmare @latibulx 

Iseul was awakened by the sound of thunder and the wind howling outside- a vicious storm raged on. Lightning illuminated the room from time to time, making it hard for Iseul to fall back asleep. A scream caused him to shot out of bed with a gasp, immediately rushing to Wonbins room. His best friend was tossing and turning, his face scrunched up in a painful grimace. Wonbin repeatedly whimpered No, No, I don't want to die and it nearly tore his heart in half. Iseul climbed into the bed, wrapping his arms around his best friend in a tight grip. „Hey, you're okay. It's just a nightmare.“ he whispered, voice and touch tender as he brushed away some stray hair from his best best friends face, continuing to reassure him that he was there for him, that he wouldn't leave him alone, that everything was fine until Wonbin had finally stopped. Iseul hoped that his soft and soothing words were enough to at least bring him a little comfort. Wonbin was wide awake now, he could tell by the erratic breathing and slight tremble of his form. Instead of letting go, Iseul pulled him even closer, his cheek resting on top of the others dishelved hair. No words were spoken, they didn't have to. The only sound was the thunder booming in the distance and raindrops splattering against the window.

Iseul wondered if Wonbin thought of him as his safe harbour, a sanctuary to come back to whenever all the pain, hurt and emotions tried to drag him underwater like a wave, swallowing him- because Wonbin surely was his rock.

Iseul wondered if he was enough for him.

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with love

with relief

with happiness

with a promise

with an apology

to say goodnight

to say good morning

to protect

for comfort

for luck 

for encouragement

on a scar 

on a falling tear

on a bruise

after a tough day

after a nightmare

after an argument

because you are dying

because i am dying

in a moment of worry

in a moment of anger

in a moment of annoyance

in a moment of sadness

to say hello