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Jaebum did not under any circumstances want to be involved. He had made that quite clear the moment he heard that Jinki was in Salvatore’s custody. He wanted nothing to do with this, disagreeing with the motives for it, as well as the estimated results it would bring. But he’s not a person important enough to sway a decision, much less a decision that has already been made. So he makes himself scarce for the few days following Jinki’s capture, and buries himself under studio work. 

But sooner or later, he’d have to come up for air. And once his phone powers back on after being plugged into an outlet, Jaebum narrows his eyes at the 7 missed calls over the span of the past 4 days. The last one was just an hour ago. And it was from Jongkook. He had a suspicion of what it might be, but it was a missed phone call that he would have to respond to anyways, so Jaebum dials the number. 

Three hours later, he’s standing outside the apartment unit, mask covering his face, wearing black gloves and a cap to hide his appearance. He expressed his reluctance to do this, but it wasn’t as though he could outright defy a superior’s orders, especially when he owed Jongkook for saving him a couple weeks prior. 

Jongkook would be out for a few hours, and he had needed Jaebum to stand in for him, give Jinki a meal and just make sure the guy didn’t go anywhere. When Jaebum enters the place, he wonders if he’s even necessary. Jinki’s obviously not going anywhere, not with all his limbs tied to the chair he’s sitting on. But he’s there for the next few hours, so he might as well get started and hope they fly by. 

He’s silent as he walks into the room, having set the paper bag he brought with him in the kitchen. Hopefully, this whole thing can happen without any sort of communication between the two. 

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 June 16th, the day before the carwash fundraising event. There was still so much that needed to be prepared but Jinki’s head was preoccupied with other stuff. His fingers reached for is lips. They still tingled. He could still feel the other’s plump ones on his. Soft and tender, yet so strong and powerful. Intense and at the same time so caring. The mixed signals were extremely confusing. Days after the event he still did not know how to interpret it all. Trying to make sense of this conflict in his head was one of the hardest things he had gone through in his life.

I’m sorry.

The words on the mobile phone reflected in his dark, teary eyes. He didn’t want to, but the urge was stronger than himself. Without consulting his brain, his fingers kept unlocking the phone every five seconds so the conversation would pop over and over again. If you could call it a conversation at all. It was more like a list of texts from one person without response from the other party.

I read that wrong, completely. That was my fault for not managing my feelings properly.

He sounded so composed. How could he have it all figured out while Jinki was here lying on his bed, kicking his feet in the air and pulling his hair in frustration. He was going to be bald by the end of the week if he kept pulling on his bangs like that.

If you're willing to forgive me, I'd like to still be friends. If you aren't, I understand.

The words were written down with seemingly no effort, as if it was normal to suggest such a thing after what had happened two days ago. As if he could pretend nothing had happened. As if their friendship could remain the same after this event.

His head was such a mess. He needed a talk, but who could help him figure out this battle between emotions and intellect when he himself couldn’t win the fight? He exited the conversation screen and searched for one of the only persons whom he believed could help him ease these conflicted feelings in his heart.

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very carefully, youngjae counted out a couple thousand grand in cold cash out of his most recent payment, slipping it into a plain brown envelope. he then reached into his pocket, pulling out a small note he had written early, added that into the package as well before sealing it up again, flipping it over to scribble the intended recipient on the front in black biro. only once that was done did he  the pen away in his pocket, holding the envelope of cash under his arm as he ducked out the alleyway he had been crouched in. 

it was a nice day out, meaning he just found himself in a short sleeved shirt and some jeans, opting to leave his jumper at home. it was almost empty where he was heading, most people out and enjoying the festivities for the charity events going on around seoul. but youngaje had no interest in them, instead just heading right for the orphanage. it was one of his usual drops, he trusted them to use the money for the right thing, so once every month he dropped an envelope of cash through the door as a donation. he liked to think that his money was helping, allowing less kids to end up the same way he had. 

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As the air turns from blue to mauve to black, the Watchman awakes, hunting down his latest adventure amongst palatable dark places and shady areas beyond censure. Patience is a trait that would serve him well on his nightly quests, but Doyoung made up of everything but patience. It is something he’s still learning, and often times, it’s his lack of it that leads him into less than desirable situations that could’ve easily been avoided otherwise. 

Drawing in a lungful of damp and useless air set his chest on fire, the burn spreading from the centre painfully deliciously. And yet, he laughs – wildly, manically – throwing his head back as he sprinted down the back alleys. He brings a palm up to rip of the black face mask that was currently restricting his breathing, roughly stuffing it into his jacket’s pocket. Disguise be damned, they would never catch him anyway; he’d long left them behind to eat his dust. 

Most of his senses return upon approaching the brightly lit Seoul Station, and he’s discerning enough to pull on his hood and stuff his bleeding palms into his pockets. 

By now, the adrenaline was starting to wear off, and the oddly relaxing dull throbbing on his left arm was starting too sharpen and sting. Doyoung can feel the blood seeping through the jacket’s fabric; As if having favourite ( and expensive, might he add ) running jacket ripped up wasn’t bad enough. It’s a good thing it’s black – no one would notice unless they actually looked hard enough. Not that there was anyone around to notice though.

On a side note, the city really should do regular building checks. Too many random jagged metal edges sticking out here and there and everywhere. A total public hazard, sort of. 

The announcement for the last train has him speeding through the station to catch it, and he barely slides through the closing doors in the nick of time.

Exhausted, he breathlessly drops himself down onto the nearest seat, right next to some smartly dressed male. Probably some worn office worker too tired to mind anybody’s business but his own. Chances are, at this time of night, nobody has the energy to mind anybody else’s business really. 

The night sky was clear of any clouds, littered with plenty of shining stars. It was a good weather to be outside, if one doesn’t include the cold temperature and occasional chilling wind. So here she was, sitting in a small quiet cafe sipping her hot drink and munching away on the bag of dried fruits and nuts — courtesy of Jinki’s treat lest she got hungry.

He was one of the nicest people she had met, always considerate of her feelings and concerned about her — even though she was the one who had requested to tag along on his so called hunt for the ‘Supergirl’. It was somehow amusing, that he was going about for a hunt for a person whom he knew all along, and Sejeong would admit that she got her own motive for coming along with him. She didn’t want to reveal the truth to Jinki, yet. She was too curious about how he would go about searching for her when her destinations seemed all so random, and the mischievous side of her was itching to get out. 

“Jinki oppa, are you sure Supergirl is going to appear around this area?” She asked after a sip of the hot drink, staring at him almost child-like. Yoohyeon was out tonight with her crazy antics once again, after babbling a lot to her and demanding her to be her trusty sidekick because as quoted from her ‘What’s a superhero without sidekick’. She shooed her off for the millionth times, after knowing where she would be at. While she may looked like she’s so done with her roommate, she does cherish her highly. 

“Why do you want to find her though? Are you going trying to get an autograph from her?” She grinned, a playful glint in her eyes.

For one last time he checked his reflection in the mirror. He straightened the little, black bowtie, brushed some dust freckles off his black jacket and tried to smooth out that one curl in his hair that always refused to stay down like the others. He cleaned his glasses for a third time in 10 minutes, just because he needed to keep his hands busy.

He was nervous, even more nervous than he was at a regular business diner. His heart was pounding against his chest like a hummingbird, his breathing was a little ragged and his hands were sweaty, but he had no idea why.

He checked his phone to see the time: Six ten. He went downstairs, knowing that his boss would soon arrive. They had agreed to meet at six fifteen and the man was never late. And he would not appreciate it if Jinki would not be waiting at the front door.

It was a short and silent drive to the museum as the older man was constantly texting and making phone calls. The only words they had shared were a simple “hallo” and “thank you for picking me up”.

After their ways split at the front door of the museum, Jinki drifted off on his own in search of some familiar faces in the ocean of black suits and dark evening gowns. As he made his way through the gathering crowd, he passed several people he had met before, such as officials he had come across at the DA office, policemen he had worked together with on some cases and even close friends like Yoohyeon and Hyoyeon. He greeted them all with a kind smile, but his eyes were looking for one man in particular.

His heart skipped a beat when he finally found the person he had been looking for. Their eyes locked across the crowded room and his smile is answered with a soft smile that could melt even the coldest heart on earth.

“Hyung…” His voice sounded like he had just returned from a marathon in the Sahara desert or had been screaming for hours. He cleared his throat, coughed softly before continuing. “It is nice to see you again.”  

This week was filled with exciting adventures and unique events. The next couple of days were going to be very different from the daily routine of boring paperwork and incessant meetings. He had taken a couple of days off at work and to his own surprise was granted them. For once, his superiors showed understanding and appreciation for his involvement with the future of the city.

With his bag thrown over his shoulders, Jinki made his way to the garage where one of the biggest events he was organizing himself would take place in a couple of days. He had contacted several local organisations and shops to join forces in the fundraising events, but without much success. Most organisations were already involved in the large-scale events such as the yard sale or had already some agreements with another charity project. Luckily, the good-hearted owner of Lunar Mechanics had come up with the fantastic idea of a car-wash at his place.

“Jongup-ah, where are you?” Jinki called when he opened the front door of the car shop.

The garage was a total maze to the lawyer assistant, even after the several visits he had paid in the past couple of weeks. The metal thud in the back of the shop betrayed the younger’s location. Jinki found him underneath a dark car, working on whatever car parts were located at the underside of a vehicle.

“Hi Jongup-ah,” he said with a large grin on his lips. “I brought something you need to see.”