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Renjun runs his hand through his hair in frustration, staring at the files in front of him. He’s been trying to track down this son of a bitch for a month now, and every weekend a new body shows up. He’s running out of time, and he knows it.
“Fuck,” he mutters, gripping a handful of his hair and tugging at it. The pain in his scalp sharpens his senses, waking him up. “I can’t fucking do this.”
His desk is littered with photographs, reports, and maps marked with red ink. Each victim had been found in a different part of the city, all within a radius that suggested the killer knew the streets intimately. They were all men, late twenties to early thirties, with no clear connection to each other. The only common link was the method of their deaths—strangulation, with a distinctive, elaborate knot left in the rope. It was a signature; a taunt.
Renjun’s eyes flicker to the most recent crime scene photos. The man, a club promoter-slash-DJ named Youngho, had been found in an alley behind one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs. His eyes stare lifelessly up at the night sky, his body arranged as if he were merely sleeping. A shiver runs down Renjun’s spine as he studies the knot again, his mind racing.
He pushes the photos aside and flips through his notes again, desperately looking for any pattern he might have missed. Maybe if he looks at it for the nth time it’ll all click. 23rd time's the charm, right?
Each victim had been last seen at different nightclubs, all hotspots in the city’s vibrant nightlife. Renjun’s mind flashes to the countless hours he’d spent interrogating witnesses and sifting through CCTV footage, each lead turning into a dead end.
The first body had been found on a rainy Tuesday morning, the kind of day that always seemed to amplify the city's underlying grime and despair. By the time someone found the body, it was already battered by rain and water. Renjun had arrived at the scene to find a young man, mid-twenties, lying in an alleyway behind a popular nightclub. The victim’s eyes were open, staring blankly at the sky, but his neck a painful mottling of blue, black, and purple. Around his neck was a basic hemp rope, tied in an intricate constricting knot.
Renjun had crouched beside the body, taking in the details with a critical eye. The victim’s clothes were soaked from the rain, but beneath the wet fabric, Renjun could see more bruising underneath the neck. The knot in the rope told a story—this wasn’t a random act of violence. The killer had taken time, care, and a twisted sort of pride in his work. The knot was detailed, almost artistic, and Renjun knew immediately that it was a signature.
The alley itself was narrow, flanked by high brick walls covered in graffiti. It provided the perfect cover for a murder—hidden from view, away from the eyes of the nightlife that thrived just around the corner. There were no signs of a struggle, no evidence to suggest the victim had fought back. This showed he had been caught off guard, maybe even familiar with his attacker. He noted the lack of defensive wounds, the precision of the knot, the eerily composed expression on the victim’s face. Each detail painted a picture of a killer who was confident, meticulous, and deeply disturbed.
They tried to keep it quiet at first, but the press had somehow picked up on the story, dubbing the murderer “The Night-Strangler” by the time the third body turned up. Renjun felt the weight of each life lost, every grieving family left behind. His obsession with the case grew, consuming him to the point where he barely slept or ate. The killer had to be caught before the body count grew.
His phone buzzes, startling him back into the present. He grabs it and sees a text from his informant, a bartender who works at the nightclub where Youngho was last seen alive.
Mark: Got smth for u. Meet me in 1 hr maybe?
Renjun grabs his coat with one hand and responds ‘yes’ with the other, his mind already racing. Mark Lee had always been reliable, feeding him valuable information that had broken several cases wide open. They’ve known each other for years, and even when not giving him a gentle nudge in the right direction, he’s a solid shoulder to lean on when things get rough. Renjun guesses it's something most bartenders need for the job anyways, but Mark is good at what he does regardless.
This could be the break he needed.
He arrives at the nightclub, its neon lights casting eerie shadows in the early morning (late night?) darkness. The thumping bass of the music inside is muffled, but the energy of the place is palpable even from the street. He pushes through the door and spots Mark on edge with a nervous twitch, standing near the bar.
The music is almost deafening, the beat vibrating and reverberating through his chest. Almost against his will, his blood starts feeling hotter and he gets the itch to move. It’s an almost addicting feeling, reminding him of his college years, and Renjun has to forcibly shrug it off to trail further in.
“Renjun,” Mark nods at him when he gets closer, his eyes widening slightly in recognition. “Over here.”
“What do you have for me, Mark?” Renjun asks, getting closer. His face is by Mark’s ear, his voice low and urgent.
Mark leans in a bit more, his voice barely audible over the music. “There’s a guy I know that you should think about talking to. Haechan. I’ve known him for years, and I think he could really give you some info if you guys talk. Um… He’s the owner of this place and a few others around town. Honestly, he probably knows more about what’s going on than he’s letting on, but don’t tell him I said that.”
Renjun’s eyes narrow. “Why hasn’t he come forward?”
“He’s not the type to get involved unless there’s something in it for him,” Mark replies, shrugging and glancing over his shoulder. “Living in this city for so long, I get it. You can’t share everything you know so easily. But trust me, he knows things. People talk to him.”
Renjun’s heart pounds as he processes the information. “Alright,” Renjun says, determination hardening his voice. “Where can I find him?”
Mark smiles, but it looks sort of like a grimace. “He’s usually in his office upstairs when he's not here at the bar helping. But be careful, Renjun. Haechan’s not… well, he can be a bit intense sometimes. That’s all I’m really gonna tell you, but...”
Renjun nods, his mind already focused on the task ahead. He turns and makes his way to the staircase at the back of the club, his footsteps barely audible over the pulsing music. At the top of the stairs, he pauses, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. A moment later, a voice calls out, “Come in.”
Renjun opens the door and steps inside, his eyes meeting those of Haechan, who sits behind a sleek, mahogany desk. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne. Haechan’s eyes narrow in curiosity as he looks Renjun up and down.
“Hello,” Haechan says, a smile playing on his lips. “What a surprise to have someone as cute as you seeking my attention.”
Renjun’s heart skips a beat as he takes in the sight of Haechan. His eyes float down to his collar, tight and fully buttoned.
“Mr. Haechan,” Renjun begins, trying to keep his voice steady. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Huang Renjun, a detective, and I’m investigating a series of murders. I have reason to believe you might have information that could help me.”
Haechan leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regards Renjun with a questioning gaze. “Murders? That’s pretty serious. And why would you think I know anything about them?”
Renjun takes a step forward, pulling a photograph from his coat pocket and placing it on the desk. “The last victim, Youngho, was seen at your club the night he was killed. I need to know if you saw anything unusual, or if anyone stood out to you.”
Haechan glances at the photo, his expression unreadable. “Youngho… Oh, yeah, I remember him. A regular here. But I’m sorry, I just can’t help you, Detective. I run a business, and I see hundreds of faces every night. It’s hard to keep track.”
Renjun’s frustration mounts, but he forces himself to remain calm. “Anything you can tell me would be helpful. Even the smallest detail.”
Haechan’s smile widens slightly. “I’ll do my best to remember, Detective. But in the meantime, why don’t you sit and have a drink with me? On the house. You look like you could use one.”
Renjun hesitates, but the promise of a potential lead keeps him in place. He nods slowly, taking a seat opposite Haechan.
Haechan slides a glass of whiskey across the desk, the amber liquid catching the dim light. Renjun takes it, his fingers brushing against Haechan's for the briefest moment. There’s a jolt of electricity at the touch, but Renjun ignores it. He lifts the glass to his lips and takes a sip, the burn of the alcohol grounding him.
“So, Detective,” Haechan begins, leaning back in his chair. The way he says the word ‘detective’ feels provocative, in a way, but Renjun disregards it. “What makes you so sure the killer is connected to my clubs?”
Renjun swallows another sip of the whiskey, the warmth spreading through his chest. “The victims were all last seen at nightclubs, places like this. The pattern is too consistent to ignore.”
Haechan tilts his head, curious. “And you think I have something to do with it?”
“I think you know more than you’re letting on,” Renjun replies, his eyes narrowing. “People talk to you. They trust you. If there’s anything—anything at all—that you remember, it could make a difference.”
Haechan’s smile doesn’t waver, but his eyes soften slightly. “You give me far too much credit, Detective. I’m just a businessman. But I’ll keep my ears open, and if I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know.”
Renjun takes another sip of his drink, his mind racing. He can’t afford to lose this lead, but he knows pushing too hard could backfire. He needs Haechan to trust him, or at least to think he’s harmless.
“Thank you,” Renjun says, setting the glass down. “I appreciate it. Here’s my number.”
He pulls out a business card and slides it across the table, waiting until Haechan reaches out to grab it before letting go. Their fingers brush again, and Haechan looks gleeful.
Haechan nods. “Of course, Detective. I promise I’ll call and text you. Anything to help catch this monster.”
Renjun frowns slightly, feeling awkward. “You don't have to text or call me. I would just appreciate it if you did.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Haechan insists. “As long as you’re fine with me texting you about things unrelated to your case?”
Renjun feels himself flushing, an uncomfortable red climbing up his neck. He stands up abruptly, fixing his shirt and smoothing his hands down the front. “Goodbye,” he says stiffly, turning around to leave.
Haechan laughs loudly and Renjun’s shoulders shoot up in embarrassment. He turns the handle and pushes the door open. He hasn’t exactly gotten the answers he wanted, but he’s not leaving empty-handed either and that’s a win in his eyes. As he walks out the door, Haechan’s voice stops him.
“Detective,” he says softly, his tone completely changed. “Be careful. This city has a way of swallowing people whole.”
Renjun looks back, meeting Haechan’s gaze. There’s a warning in those eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replies, and with a final nod, he leaves the office.
That night, Renjun lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. His phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling him from his thoughts. He reaches for it, seeing a new message from an unknown number.
+82 XX XXXX YYYY: hope u got home safe, detective. remember, i'm just a call away if u need anything. and by anything, i mean anything ;) ykwim
Renjun couldn't help but smile, a warmth spreading through him. He saves the contact as Haechan and returns to the message, staring. He types out a reply before he can overthink it.
Huang Renjun: Thnx. I'll keep that in mind.
Haechan: good :)
Haechan: by the way, u left quite an impression tonite. i don’t usually get visits from such attractive detectives
Renjun feels another blush creeping up his neck, but he forces himself to stay composed.
Huang Renjun: I’m sure you’re just saying that, but thanks again.
Haechan: oh trust me detective i mean every word
The next few days are a whirlwind. Renjun continues to work on the case, but he finds himself distracted by the messages from Haechan. They’re playful, flirtatious, and often make him laugh. He looks forward to them more than he cares to admit.
Renjun finds himself standing outside the nightclub once again one evening. He has no pressing reason to be there, but something pulls him in. As he steps inside, the familiar thrum of music envelops him. He makes his way to the bar, scanning the crowd for Haechan.
As if on cue, Haechan appears, a bright smile lighting up his face when he sees Renjun. “Detective! What a pleasant surprise,” he greets, leaning over the bar. “What brings you here tonight?”
Renjun shrugs, trying to appear casual. “Just needed a break. Thought I’d see if you had any new information.”
Haechan’s eyes sparkle with amusement. “Of course. Let me get you a drink. On the house, yeah?”
Renjun shifts uncomfortably, taking a seat hesitantly. “If it’s not gonna ruin your finances, sure. Is Mark not here today?”
“Nah,” Haechan says, his voice muffled as he ducks down for a second. “I sent him home. His boyfriend got his wisdom teeth removed and he’s taking care of him right now.”
He pops back up, pinning Renjun with a curious look. “How do you know Mark?”
Renjun watches as he expertly mixes a cocktail, his movements smooth and practiced. “Just, around, you know,” Renjun says faintly. He’s staring at Haechan’s hands, mesmerized.
Haechan grins, noticing Renjun’s gaze. “Enjoying the show, Renjun?” he questions, his voice playfully charming.
Renjun snaps out of it, his cheeks flushing. “I’m just making sure you don’t poison me.”
Haechan laughs, handing Renjun the drink. Their fingers brush. “I promise, my drinks are to die for, but not literally. At least, not for you. I try to keep any murder business away from the police.”
Renjun takes a sip, trying to hide his smile.
“So,” Haechan says, leaning on the bar, “how’s the investigation going?”
Renjun sighs, his mood suddenly souring, closing his eyes and taking a longer sip of his drink to snap out of it. “Slow. I feel like I’m missing something, but I can’t put my finger on it. I swear, it feels like I’ve looked over the same photos and files over and over again.”
Haechan nods sympathetically. “You’re doing your best. Sometimes these things take time. But enough about work. How about we talk about something more interesting?”
Renjun grunts in return and raises an eyebrow. “Like what? No need to keep calling me detective, by the way. Just call me Renjun.”
Haechan grins, leaning closer. “Ooh, first name basis? How exciting. Well, let's talk about anything else. Like you. Tell me more about yourself. What do you do for fun? What makes you smile?”
Renjun rolls his eyes, trying to deflect. “You think you’re charming, don’t you?”
Haechan shrugs, smug. “I don’t think, I know. And anyways, it looks like it’s working.”
Renjun frowns but can’t hide the blush creeping up his neck. “Well, I read a lot. I guess that’s not the exciting fact you were looking for.”
Haechan’s eyes light up. “Reading, huh? Any favorite genres? Or do you just read detective novels to brush up on your skills? A bit of Sherlock Holmes?”
Renjun laughs, the sound surprising even him. “No, not detective novels. More like fantasy and sci-fi. I’m surrounded by crime and mystery already, so it’s a nice escape.”
Haechan’s smile widens. “A detective with an imagination. I like that. So, what’s the last book you read that made you stay up all night?”
Renjun leans in, getting more comfortable. “It’s called ‘The Three Body Problem.’ Ever heard of it?”
Haechan nods. “Yeah, that one’s a boring one. I never got past the first 4 pages. Didn’t take you for the smart type, Renjun.”
Renjun shrugs, trying to play it cool. “Smart? Well, I guess I have my moments.”
Haechan leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I bet you do. What else should I know about you? Any secret talents?”
Renjun raises an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know? Planning to write a biography?”
“Just curious. Or maybe I’m planning our second date already.”
Renjun feels his heart skip a beat. “Second date? We haven’t even had a first one yet.”
Haechan smirks at him. “This feels like a first date to me. Drinks, good conversation, a bit of flirting. What do you think?”
Renjun’s blush deepens, but he can’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “It doesn't count when you're working. And I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”
Haechan’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “Maybe. But I like a challenge. And you’re worth the effort.”
Hours pass as they talk, and as the club empties out and the music fades, Haechan leans against the bar, his gaze fixed on Renjun. “You know, Renjun, you’re not as intimidating as you try to seem. You’re actually pretty cute when you don’t have that resting bitch face of yours that screams all ‘business.’”
Renjun snorts, trying to hide how flustered he feels. “Is that your way of flirting? Calling me cute and then saying I have a “resting bitch face?””
Haechan shrugs, his eyes shining. “It’s the truth. And you’ve got this whole mysterious vibe going on. Very attractive.”
“You’re relentless, aren’t you?”
“Only when I see something I want,” Haechan replies, his voice dropping a bit, his lips curled.
Renjun ignores him with red cheeks and stands to leave. “Thanks for the drink, Haechan. And the company.”
Haechan’s smile is warm. “Anytime, Renjun. I’ll be here if you need another break. Or, you know, if you just want to see me.”
Renjun chuckles, shaking his head. “Goodnight, Haechan.”
“Goodnight, Renjun. Stay safe out there.”
Renjun walks out of the club, his heart lighter than it has been in days. He knows he should be focused on the case, but he can’t help feeling that Haechan is exactly the distraction he needs to keep himself sane.
They keep up constant communication, texting before they sleep, during work, when they wake up. Renjun’s focus on the case slowly slips, and his time is dedicated to watching the screen of his phone and waiting for his lock screen to light up with a new notification from Haechan.
The following week, Renjun receives a message from Haechan that makes him laugh in the middle of work.
Haechan: hey detective can i bribe u w/ a drink to come by the club tonight? i miss our talks
Haechan: xoxo
Haechan: btw this isn’t a booty call
Haechan: unless you want it to be. 🙂
He looks around to make sure no one is staring at him weirdly for laughing, before ducking down again, smiling and typing a reply.
Huang Renjun: Bribery is illegal, you know. But for you, I might make an exception. Also, pass on the booty call. Don’t I deserve better? Maybe some fine wine and dining?
Haechan: NOOOO ur right i’ll never say that phrase to you again. sorry detective renjun god renjun
Haechan: i’ll take that as a yes for the drink tho. its not exactly fine wine and dining but we’ll get to that next time…
Haechan: see you at 9?
Huang Renjun: See you then.
That night, Renjun walks into the club a little earlier than 9, his hands in his pockets. He spots Haechan behind the bar, serving drinks with his usual flair. As soon as Haechan sees him, his face lights up.
“Renjun! Over here!” Haechan calls, waving him over.
Renjun makes his way to the bar, his pulse quickening as he gets closer. “Hey, Haechan.”
Haechan leans in. “You look rough, Renjun. Long day?”
Renjun nods, taking a seat at the bar. “You could say that. It’s good to see you.”
Haechan slides a drink across the bar to him, somehow already made as if he was anticipating Renjun’s early arrival. “It’s good to see you too. So, what’s new?”
Renjun shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. “Not much. Still trying to piece everything together.”
Haechan nods, his expression thoughtful. “You’ll get there. I have faith in you.”
Renjun feels a warmth spreading through him at Haechan’s words. “Thanks. That actually means a lot to me.”
Haechan leans in closer, his eyes sparkling. “You know, I think I should start charging you for these pep talks. My encouragement isn’t free, you know.”
Renjun groans, rolling his eyes. “Oh really? And what’s the going rate for a Haechan pep talk?”
Haechan pretends to think, tapping his chin. “Hmm, let’s see… For you, Detective, I think I’ll just charge you a smile and maybe a kiss or two.”
Renjun laughs despite himself, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”
Haechan grins. “And you love it. Admit it, Renjun, you come here just for me, right?”
Renjun can’t help but blush, but he tries to play it cool. “I come here for the drinks, mostly. You being here is just… a bonus.”
Haechan places a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “Ouch. You hurt me, Detective. Deep in my heart.”
Renjun wrinkles his nose in a silent laugh, feeling more relaxed. “Yeah, yeah. So, what’s been going on with you?”
Haechan’s eyes light up and he steps out from behind the bar and takes a seat next to Renjun. “This is my chance. Okay. You know, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. I look forward to your visits.”
Renjun feels his face heat up, but he tries to hide it with a sarcastic comment. “Is this the part where you confess your undying love for me?”
Haechan laughs, leaning in a bit closer. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just the part where I tell you that you’ve become the highlight of my week.”
Renjun’s heart skips a beat, and he looks away, trying to play it off. “You’re such a flirt.”
Haechan shrugs, and he reaches out to gently touch Renjun’s arm. “Only with you.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep coming back then,” Renjun says, his voice softer than he intended.
His phone dings with the arrival of a new notification, and he squints down at the screen. “Shit,” he curses, sitting up and rapidly unlocking his phone.
“You okay?”
“No,” Renjun says, sighing. He runs a hand through his hair and grimaces painfully. “They found a body. I have to go. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Haechan comforts, patting his shoulder. “I get it. What you’re doing is admirable. Go do what you need to do.”
Renjun shoots him a tight-lipped smile and trudges out reluctantly, his mind already racing with the details of the new case. As he drives to the crime scene, the city lights blur past him, mirroring the chaos inside his head.
The next few days are a whirlwind of interviews, reports, and dead ends. The new body yields no new clues, just another life taken too soon. Each failure chips away at Renjun’s resolve.
His weeks begin to blur together in a haze of dead ends and mounting pressure. Another month passes, two new victims, and he feels like he's going crazy. Renjun’s obsession with the case consumes him, driving a wedge between him and his colleagues. But through it all, he keeps returning to Haechan’s club.
One night, after a particularly brutal day, Renjun finds himself there yet again. He’s on his third drink when Haechan appears, sliding into the seat beside him.
“You look like you’ve had a rough day,” Haechan says, his voice smooth and comforting.
Renjun nods, the alcohol loosening his tongue. “I’m starting to think I’ll never catch this guy.”
Haechan leans in, his proximity sending a shiver down Renjun’s spine. “You will, Renjun. I have faith in you.”
His breath fans against his cheek as he talks, and Renjun blames the alcohol on why his stomach has butterflies.
“Renjun?” The sound of his name on Haechan’s lips is almost too much. Renjun turns, their faces inches apart.
“Why do you care so much?”
Haechan’s smile is slow, deliberate. It’s an expression he’s never seen on his face before. “Because I see something in you, Detective. Something worth saving.”
Renjun’s heart skips a beat, but before he can respond, Haechan continues, his tone lighter. “Besides, I hate seeing you so stressed. It doesn’t suit you.”
Renjun chuckles dryly, backing up and rubbing his temples. “It’s part of the job. Comes with the territory.”
Haechan’s eyes flicker with something unreadable. “Maybe. But you shouldn’t have to bear it alone. You have people who care about you.”
Renjun looks away, his thoughts a swirling mess. “I just... I don’t know anymore. It feels like I’m chasing shadows.”
“Shadows can’t hide forever. Sooner or later, the light will catch up.”
The words hang heavy in the air. Before Renjun can respond, Haechan’s phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression darkening.
“Ugh. I have to take this,” Haechan says, standing up. “But I’ll see you soon, Detective. Take care.”
Renjun watches him go, a sense of unease settling in his gut. But as the alcohol takes hold, his thoughts grow muddled, and he pushes the feeling aside.
The night stretches on, and Renjun eventually makes his way home, the weight of the day dragging him down.
The next morning, the uneasiness still hasn't dissipated. Renjun goes through the motions at work, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Haechan and the case. The day crawls by, each moment a struggle to focus on the task at hand.
As evening approaches, Renjun finds himself drawn back to the club, his feet moving on autopilot. This time, he’s determined to keep his wits about him, planning on nursing a single drink as he scans the crowd for Haechan. He scans the crowd, looking for Haechan, but the bar owner is nowhere in sight.
Mark, bartending tonight, catches his eye and comes over. “Hey, Detective. Haechan mentioned you might drop by. Everything okay?”
Renjun shrugs. “Just needed a change of scenery. Where is he?”
Mark’s expression is slightly guarded. “He had to step out. Something came up. But he said he’d be back later.”
Renjun nods, but the unease from the previous night lingers. “Is everything alright with him?”
Mark hesitates, then leans in. “Haechan’s got a lot on his plate. This place isn’t exactly easy to run, you know?”
Renjun narrows his eyes slightly. “Anything I should be worried about?”
Mark shakes his head quickly. “No, no. Just... you know how it is. Business stuff. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.”
Renjun sips his drink, his mind racing. There’s a nagging feeling at the back of his mind, a sense that he’s missing something important. But as the night wears on and Haechan doesn’t return, that feeling only grows stronger.
Two days later, Renjun is at the precinct, buried in case files, when his phone buzzes. It’s a message from Haechan.
Haechan: hey detective :( sorry about the other night. can i make it up to you w dinner tonight? my treat
Renjun’s heart skips a beat. He types a quick reply.
Huang Renjun: Dinner sounds good. Where and when?
Haechan: 8 PM at that little Italian place on XXX Street. c u then?
Huang Renjun: See you then.
That evening, Renjun arrives at the restaurant, his nerves on edge. Haechan is already there, looking as charming as ever. He stands up as Renjun approaches, a warm smile on his face.
“Renjun! It’s good to see you,” Haechan says, pulling out a chair for him.
Renjun sits down, feeling a bit flustered. “Good to see you too. This place looks nice.”
Haechan laughs softly. “Only the best for you, Detective.”
They order their meals, and the conversation flows easily. Haechan is charming and funny, but there’s an undercurrent of something more serious. As they finish their meals, Haechan leans back, his expression thoughtful.
“Renjun, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said the other night. About the case,” Haechan begins.
Renjun’s curiosity is piqued. “Yeah? What about it?”
Haechan sighs, looking down at his hands. “I just... I want you to know that if there’s anything I can do to help, I will. I don’t want to see you go through this alone.”
Renjun feels a rush of gratitude, blended with that naggingly familiar unease. “Thanks, Haechan. That means a lot to me.”
Haechan reaches across the table, his hand covering Renjun’s. “We’re in this together, yeah?”
Renjun nods in agreement. As they leave the restaurant and Haechan’s phone buzzes again, Renjun can’t help but feel on edge. He won’t stop thinking about the case. He’s frustrated that every single lead seems to lead nowhere, and his constant feeling of unsettledness is grating.
The following day is filled with routine tasks at the precinct, but Renjun’s thoughts keep drifting back to Haechan. The case feels like it’s slipping through his fingers, and the constant dead ends are wearing him down.
By the time evening rolls around, Renjun is back at the club, his eyes scanning the crowd for Haechan. When he finally spots him, Haechan is talking to a group of patrons, his smile charming and effortless. Renjun feels a pang of jealousy, quickly masked by his fake nonchalance.
Haechan notices him and excuses himself from the group, making his way over. “Detective,” he greets, his voice a purr. “Back so soon?”
“Can’t stay away,” Renjun replies, trying to keep his tone light.
Haechan’s smile widens. “I’m glad to hear that. Can I get you a drink?”
Renjun nods, watching as Haechan signals to the bartender. He grabs the mixed cocktail when it's done and ushers Renjun away. They settle into a booth, the noise of the club fading into the background.
Renjun settles in and takes a sip, savoring the mix of flavors. “You’re awfully generous tonight.”
Haechan leans on the table, his eyes never leaving Renjun’s. “I like keeping my favorite customer happy.”
Renjun chuckles dryly, though his mind is racing. “I think you just enjoy playing games, Haechan.”
Haechan’s smile is all teeth. “Only with those who can keep up.” He stretches out, his foot making contact with Renjun’s calf. “I'm happy I don't have to work at the bar today. I've been doing paperwork for hours. Speaking of work, though, any progress in your case?” Haechan asks.
Renjun shakes his head, frustration evident in his eyes. “Every lead turns into a fucking… brick wall. It’s like this guy is always one step ahead.”
Haechan leans in, his fingers brushing lightly over Renjun’s hand. “Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”
Renjun’s breath catches at the contact before focusing on what he said. “What do you mean?”
Haechan shrugs. “Sometimes, the answers are right in front of us. We just have to open our eyes.”
They change the subject and chat for a while more, the conversation flowing easily until Haechan’s tone shifts. He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, you’re not the first detective I’ve had in my bar.”
Renjun raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Oh? Who else?”
Haechan’s smile widens, almost predatory. “There’s Minho, for one. He’s quite the charmer. And then there’s Jisung. You might know him, I'm sure. Very intense, that one.”
Renjun’s stomach tightens, unease creeping in. “You know Jisung? You’ve had a lot of… encounters, haven’t you?”
Haechan shrugs nonchalantly, his fingers tracing patterns on the table. “What can I say? I have a type. Strong, determined men who think they can change me.”
Renjun’s heart sinks. “So, I’m just another one of your conquests?”
Haechan’s eyes flash with something unreadable, a hint of cruelty beneath the charm. “Don’t take it personally, Renjun. It’s not about you. It’s just how I am.”
Renjun swallows hard, trying to hide his hurt. “And here I thought what we had was special.”
Haechan laughs softly, the sound like silk against Renjun’s frayed nerves. “Ah. Detective. It’s special, you don't need to worry about that. But don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re the only one who’s ever been close to me.”
Renjun looks away, the sting of Haechan’s words settling deep. The way Haechan speaks, the casual mention of his past lovers, feels like a deliberate attempt to undermine him.
“You really know how to make a guy feel great,” Renjun mutters, bitterness lacing his tone.
Haechan reaches out, his fingers brushing Renjun’s cheek. “Oh, don’t be like that. I’m just being honest with you. Isn’t that a good thing?”
Renjun meets Haechan’s gaze, searching for any hint of the warmth and affection he has come to crave. But all he sees is a calculated glint, a predatory gleam that makes him question everything.
“Maybe,” Renjun says softly. “But that doesn't mean it doesnt hurt.”
Haechan’s smile is almost pitying. “Welcome to my world, Renjun. It’s not always pretty, but it’s real.”
Renjun leaves the club with a heavy heart, the weight of Haechan’s words pressing down on him. The walk home is a blur, his thoughts racing in circles. By the time he reaches his apartment, exhaustion pulls at him, but sleep remains elusive. He tosses and turns, the unease gnawing at him, Haechan's words echoing in his mind.
The next morning, Renjun wakes up feeling no more rested than the night before. Determined to clear his head, he dives back into the case. He spends the day poring over evidence, retracing steps, and interviewing witnesses again. The more he delves into the details, the more he feels like he’s missing something that’s staring him right in the face.
That afternoon, he finds himself at the precinct, staring at the board filled with crime scene photos and suspect sketches. His partner, Chenle, walks in, coffee in hand.
“Hey, Renjun. You look like you haven’t slept in days,” Chenle says, handing him a cup.
Renjun takes it gratefully. “Thanks. Just trying to make sense of all this.”
Chenle glances at the board. “Anything new?”
Renjun shakes his head. “No. I’m going crazy, I swear. It’s like this guy knows everything I’m trying to do.”
Chenle frowns, studying the board. “Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”
Renjun’s breath catches at the echo of Haechan’s words. “What do you mean?”
Chenle shrugs. “Sometimes, the answers are right in front of us. We just need to open our eyes.”
Renjun looks at him, his mind racing. “You sound like someone I know.”
Chenle raises an eyebrow. “Really? Who?”
Renjun hesitates, then shakes his head. “Never mind. Let’s go over the evidence again.”
They spend hours re-examining everything, but nothing new stands out. As the sun sets outside, Renjun’s thoughts drift back to Haechan. There’s something about the bar owner that keeps tugging at his mind, a feeling that he’s missing something important.
Later that night, after the club has emptied out and the staff began preparing to close, Haechan finds Renjun still idly swirling his cup at the bar. He sits beside him, close enough that their knees touch.
“You’re here late,” Haechan observes, his voice a low murmur.
Renjun glances at him, his expression tired but determined. “I can’t seem to shake this case.”
Haechan’s hand drifts to Renjun’s thigh, a light touch that sends a jolt of electricity through him. “It's been a while. Maybe you’re focusing too much on the case and not enough on yourself.”
Renjun shivers from the touch. “And what would you suggest?”
Haechan’s eyes darken. “Let me take your mind off things, just for a little while. As an apology for getting on your nerves the other night.”
Renjun knows it’s a bad idea, but the temptation is too strong. He nods, a silent agreement, and allows himself to be led away from the bar, into the shadows of Haechan’s office.
Haechan hops on the desk and pulls Renjun closer by his belt loops. Haechan’s proximity is intoxicating, his scent—a mix of cologne and something distinctly him—enveloping Renjun.
Haechan leans in, his breath warm against Renjun’s ear. “I’ve missed you,” he confesses in a whisper, the words sending a shiver down Renjun’s spine.
Renjun swallows hard, struggling to keep his composure. “I didn’t think you cared,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
Haechan’s fingers trace a slow, deliberate path along Renjun’s arm, sending tingles of anticipation through him. “I do,” he says, his lips brushing against Renjun’s earlobe. “More than you know.”
Renjun’s gaze flickers to Haechan’s lips, centimeters away from his own. He can feel the heat radiating off Haechan.
Haechan’s fingers slide up Renjun’s arm, pausing at his shoulder, where he gently grasps it, drawing Renjun even nearer. “You look like you need to unwind,” Haechan says, his voice a soft murmur as he looks into Renjun’s eyes. “Let me help with that.”
Before Renjun can respond, Haechan’s lips brush against his in a feather-light kiss. It’s gentle, exploratory, as if Haechan’s savoring the moment. Renjun’s breath hitches, his pulse racing as he leans into the kiss, his lips parting slightly in anticipation.
Haechan’s hand slides to the back of Renjun’s neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The warmth of Haechan’s mouth against his, the softness of his lips, and the taste of him—it's too overwhelming.
The kiss grows more passionate, Haechan’s tongue teasingly tracing Renjun’s lips before slipping inside, exploring with a languid, deliberate pace. Renjun’s hands find their way to Haechan’s waist, pulling him closer to the edge of the desk, their bodies pressed together.
Haechan’s fingers tangle in Renjun’s hair, his touch both gentle and commanding as he guides their kiss. Renjun’s head spins, the intensity and the closeness of Haechan making him forget everything else.
When they finally break apart, both are breathless, their eyes locked. Haechan’s smile is slow and satisfied, like a cat who finally got what he wanted.
“So,” Haechan says softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Renjun’s shoulder, “Is this a good distraction so far?”
Renjun’s breath is still uneven, his heart pounding in his chest. He manages a shaky smile, his eyes never leaving Haechan’s. “Definitely better than I expected.”
“Good. I aim to please.”
Renjun stares into Haechan’s eyes before feeling clarity pour over him like a bucket of ice-cold water. He pushes him slightly, moving away. “Do you ever get tired of this?” Renjun asks, his voice quiet.
Haechan tilts his head, considering Renjun carefully. “Tired of what?”
“The games, the secrecy,” Renjun replies, searching Haechan’s eyes for any hint of truth. “The messing around with me.”
His smile is soft. It feels fake. “Sometimes. But then I remember that some things are worth the risk.”
Renjun leans closer again, their faces inches apart. “And what about you? Are you worth the risk?”
Haechan’s gaze holds his. “That’s for you to decide, Detective. Renjun.”
“Who are you, really?”
Haechan’s fingers trace patterns on Renjun’s skin, his expression unreadable. “I’m whoever you want me to be.”
Renjun’s frustration flares, but it’s tempered by the tenderness in Haechan’s touch. “I want the truth.”
Haechan sighs. “The truth is, I’m a man who saw something in you. Something that made me want to keep you close. Don't ask me any more. Please. I don't want to lie to you.”
Renjun’s heart aches at the words, knowing they’re only part of the truth and that he'll probably never learn his full story.
“Okay,” he says, sighing. He pulls Haechan closer, their bodies fitting together almost perfectly. “Okay,” he repeats, muffled.
“Come home with me,” Haechan says.
Renjun hesitates for a moment, the weight of his unasked questions and suspicions heavy on his mind. But the pull of Haechan is stronger, the desire to lose himself in this moment overwhelming. He nods, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Fine.”
They leave the club together, the night air cool against Renjun’s skin. Haechan leads him to a sleek black car, opening the door for him with a flourish. The drive to Haechan’s place is quiet, the tension between them palpable. Renjun’s mind races, but he pushes the doubts aside.
When they arrive, Haechan’s apartment is exactly what Renjun expected: modern, stylish, and meticulously kept. Haechan pours them both a glass of water in a fancy crystal cup, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. They sit on the couch, their bodies gravitating towards each other.
Haechan takes a sip of his cup, his eyes never leaving Renjun’s. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
Renjun sets his glass down, the water untouched, and leans forward, capturing Haechan’s lips in a kiss. He grips his face in his hands, tugging him as close as he can. Haechan moans into the kiss, hands desperately reaching for Renjun’s collar to ground himself.
Renjun pulls away with a gasp. “Bedroom?” he says, panting slightly. Haechan nods, his breath hitching, and leads Renjun down the hall.
The bedroom is as immaculate as the rest of the apartment, the bed inviting. Renjun wastes no time, pushing Haechan onto the bed and climbing on top of him.
Haechan’s eyes widen as he twists to shift into a more comfortable position. “I didn’t know you had this side to you,” he says, his voice breathless.
Renjun hums, focusing on unbuttoning Haechan’s shirt. Renjun pauses, his fingers lingering. He looks up, meeting Haechan's gaze, his expression softening.
"I'm not sure I should be doing this," Renjun admits, his voice low. "There's still so much I don't know about you."
"Then let me show you," Haechan murmurs. "Let me prove that I'm worth the risk."
Renjun chews on his lower lip, his internal conflict evident. Finally, he nods, a silent acquiescence. He leans down, kissing him again. Haechan responds eagerly, his arms wrapping around Renjun's waist, pulling him closer.
Their kiss intensifies, the urgency building. Renjun trails kisses along Haechan's jaw, eliciting a soft sigh from the man beneath him. Haechan's fingers tangle in Renjun's hair, guiding him back to his lips.
Renjun's shirt joins Haechan's on the floor, their chests pressing together. Renjun’s touch is firm and deliberate as he grips him, drawing out whimpers and gasps from Haechan. He revels in the power he has over him, the way Haechan responds to his every touch.
“Renjun,” Haechan breathes, his hands gripping the sheets. “Please.” Haechan's fingers deftly undo Renjun's belt, his touch feather-light but sure. Renjun shivers, anticipation coiling low in his belly. He helps Haechan remove the rest of their clothing, until they're both almost bare, their bodies tangled together in nothing but their underwear.
Haechan's gaze roams over Renjun's form, his fingers tracing the contours of Renjun's stomach. "You're beautiful," he breathes.
Renjun feels a flush spreading across his cheeks at the compliment. He leans down, brushing his lips against Haechan's. His hands slide down Renjun's back, pulling him closer. Renjun can feel Haechan's hard-on pressing against him, and he rolls his hips, eliciting a sharp gasp from the man beneath him.
Their movements become more frantic, driven by the need to feel, to touch, to explore. Renjun trails kisses down Haechan's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving his marks anywhere he could.
Haechan's fingers dig into Renjun's hips, guiding his movements as they rock together, chasing their shared pleasure. Renjun's breath comes in ragged gasps, his world narrowing down to the heat of Haechan's body and the friction between them.
Haechan’s thrusts turn desperate, pressing hard against Renjun’s thigh as he jerks helplessly. “Please,” he gasps, clawing at Renjun’s back. His hips stutter momentarily and he lets out another loud moan, coming in his underwear.
“Fuck,” he hisses, whimpering when Renjun presses his thigh against him again.
“You came already?” Renjun says, incredulous.
“I’ve been hard since we started kissing in my office,” Haechan snaps. He’s slowly turning a deep shade of red, but he doesn't look away. "I can still go.”
”Where’s your lube?” Renjun asks. Haechan wordlessly reaches to the side, tugging open a drawer from the nightstand by the bed and throwing the bottle at Renjun unapologetically.
Renjun gently eases Haechan's now-damp underwear down, revealing his bare skin. Renjun trails a cold finger lightly over Haechan's thigh, making the other man shiver.
"Relax," Renjun murmurs, his voice soothing. "I've got you. Tell me if it's too much.”
Haechan nods, his eyes fluttering shut as Renjun drizzles the lube over him. He slowly caresses his skin, teasing. Renjun takes his time until Haechan’s writhing beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Renjun," he moans, his voice filled with need.
“Yes?” He chooses this moment to cruelly press a finger in.
Haechan's response is yet another breathy moan, his hips bucking up to meet Renjun's touch. He takes his time, allowing Haechan to adjust to the sensation. Haechan's breath hitches as Renjun begins to move his fingers
Their bodies are pressed close together, their breaths mingling. Renjun's other hand is free to wander, tracing patterns on Haechan's chest and stomach, causing him to gasp and squirm.
Haechan's hands are clutching at the sheets, his nails digging into the fabric as he tries to keep his sounds of pleasure quiet. His hips are moving in time with Renjun's fingers, meeting each thrust of his fingers with a desperate need.
Renjun can feel the tension building in Haechan's body, can feel the other man getting closer and closer to the edge. He increases his pace, his fingers curling just right to hit that perfect spot.
Haechan's back arches off the bed as he comes again, his breath catching in his throat before he cries out loudly, bunching up the sheets in his clenched fists. Renjun continues to move his fingers, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
Renjun smiles at Haechan's response, his fingers still moving in slow, teasing circles. "Good?" he asks, his voice low.
Haechan nods, his breath still coming in shuddering gasps. "Yes," he sobs, his hips still moving in time with Renjun's fingers.
Renjun chuckles, slowing his movements. "We can go for three, right?" he asks, his voice teasing.
Haechan whines in protest, but he can't help the smile that spreads across his face. "Fine," he gasps, throwing his arm over his face.
Renjun grins, pulling his fingers out and reaching for a condom. He quickly puts it on, his movements efficient and practiced. He positions himself over Haechan, looking down at him. He slowly slides in, his movements slow and deliberate. He watches Haechan's face.
"Okay?" he asks, his voice soft.
Haechan nods, his eyes fluttering shut. "Yes," he breathes, his hands reaching up to grip Renjun's shoulders. “Move.”
Renjun begins to move, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Haechan meets him thrust for thrust. Their breaths mingle, their bodies slick with sweat. They move together, chasing their shared pleasure. Renjun starts to feel the familiar coil in his belly after more time passes. He increases his pace, his hips moving faster and faster. Haechan's breath hitches, his nails digging into Renjun's shoulders.
"Renjun," he cries out, almost a wail.
Renjun can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He can feel Haechan's body tightening around him, the other man's breath coming in ragged gasps.
With one final thrust, Renjun comes, burying his face in Haechan’s neck and biting down. Haechan follows shortly after, his back arching off the bed.
They lie there for a while in silence, their bodies slick with sweat.
Renjun lifts his head up to see Haechan’s eyes closed. He gently shifts away from Haechan, careful not to disturb him as he pulls out. He gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before returning to Haechan's side.
Haechan stirs as Renjun returns, his eyes fluttering open as he takes in the other man's presence. He offers a small, sleepy smile as Renjun settles back beside him, pulling the sheets off of him gently.
Renjun's movements are soft as he reaches for a nearby glass of water, bringing it to Haechan's lips so he can take a few sips. He then sets the glass aside and pulls out a warm, damp washcloth, using it to gently clean Haechan up.
Haechan's eyes flutter shut again as Renjun tends to him. He lets out a soft sigh as Renjun finishes and sets the washcloth aside.
“Where’s your lighter?” Renjun asks, gently moving Haechan’s hair out of his face. “I’m gonna light a candle.”
Haechan opens an eye blearily. “My nightstand,” he mumbles. “Second drawer.”
Renjun opens the first drawer by accident, expecting to find Haechan's lighter. Instead, he finds a neat coil of hemp rope, along with a blindfold and a set of soft handcuffs. He raises an eyebrow, surprised; he had no idea that Haechan was into bondage, but he supposes it made sense in a way. He makes a mental note to ask him about it later.
He closes the first drawer and opens the second, finding Haechan's lighter. He uses it to light a teakwood scented candle, casting a warm, flickering glow over the room.
He sets the lighter aside and turns to Haechan, who is watching him with a sleepy, curious expression. "I see you have a kinky side," Renjun says, his voice teasing.
Haechan’s eyes widen and he looks away. "I might have a few... toys," he admits, his voice low. "I'll make sure to save something for next time.”
Renjun feels a peace he hasn’t known in a long time. Haechan’s arms wrap around him, pulling him close, and for a while, they just lie there, lost in each other. Sleep claims him.
In the morning, Renjun wakes up before Haechan, blinking his eyes open and taking the unfamiliar room. The teakwood candle has burned low, casting a soft, flickering glow. Haechan is still sleeping peacefully, his arms wrapped around Renjun.
Renjun gently extracts himself from Haechan's embrace, doing his best not to disturb him. He quietly slips out of bed and begins tidying up the room, straightening the sheets and blankets. His gaze drifts to the first drawer, and he can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the contents.
Deciding against opening it again, Renjun focuses on making the space look neat and presentable. He takes a moment to admire Haechan's sleeping form, a small smile playing on his lips. Reluctantly, he realizes he needs to get ready for work.
Renjun quickly scribbles a note for Haechan, letting him know he had to leave but that he had a great night and can't wait to see him again (and that he hopes they can learn to be more honest with each other.) He leaves the note on the nightstand and gathers his belongings, slipping out of the room as quietly as possible.
When he finally gets to work, Renjun decides to dig deeper into Haechan’s background. He spends hours at his computer, searching through public records, social media profiles, and any information he can find. But Haechan is by all means a ghost. There's nothing on him– no registration, no diplomas, no tickets, nada.
Frustrated, Renjun turns to Chenle. “I need your help with something.”
Chenle looks up from his desk. “What’s up?”
Renjun hesitates, then decides to trust his partner. “I need you to help me look into someone. Discreetly. Off the record. You know.”
Chenle raises an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Haechan. The bar owner,” Renjun says, his voice low.
Chenle’s eyes widen. “Haechan? Why?”
Renjun runs a hand through his hair. “There’s something off about him. I can’t put my finger on it, but I need to know more.”
Chenle nods slowly. “Alright. I’ll see what I can find.”
They spend the next few days digging into Haechan’s past. What they uncover is a series of dead ends and inconsistencies. Haechan seems to have appeared out of nowhere a few years ago, with no clear history before that.
One evening, as Renjun is about to leave the precinct, Chenle calls him over. “I found something.”
Renjun hurries over, his heart racing. “What is it?”
Chenle hands him a file. “I managed to dig up some old records. It looks like one of Haechan’s clubs was involved in a case a few years ago. Something big. But the details are sealed.”
Renjun’s mind races as he flips through the file. “What kind of case?”
Chenle shrugs. “I don’t know. But it’s enough to raise some red flags.”
Renjun’s stomach churns.
The next day is a gray, thundering blur for Renjun. The oppressive weight of the case seems heavier than ever. He barely notices the relentless drizzle as he makes his way into the precinct, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and theories.
The breakthrough comes in the form of a call from forensics, announcing that they had new evidence from the crime scene—a detailed analysis that could be pivotal.
Renjun hurries to the evidence room, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and apprehension. Inside, he finds a stack of files and a collection of photographs laid out for him. The evidence is meticulously detailed, showing every aspect of the recent crime scenes.
He shoves the folder precariously in his shoulder bag and runs out, trying to catch a taxi before he gets any more soaked. He finally manages to flag one down, sliding into the seats with a sigh. He throws his head back momentarily, catching his breath, before robotically reciting his address to the driver.
The car ride is silent, which Renjun appreciates. He feels like he’s about to vibrate out of his skin. He should have looked at the evidence there, but the idea of being able to shed his clothes and put on something more comfortable and curl up on the couch was too much of a temptation.
He pays the taxi driver and climbs up the stairs two steps at a time. He shoves the door open after fumbling with his key, breathing out deeply and kicking off his shoes as soon as he enters. Renjun begins his shuffle to get his clothes off, flinging his jacket over his armchair and heading further into the apartment to grab a set of pajamas.
After situating himself, he brings everything to the couch, spreading the contents of his folder on the table. As he sifted through the files, he froze at a particular set of photographs. One of them depicted a body with a striking resemblance to his own—a victim who had been meticulously disposed of with an alarming level of care. The similarities were so uncanny that Renjun’s pulse quickened.
Compared to the previous victims, the killer took extra care setting up his body. He’s asleep, one arm underneath his head and the other carefully extended as if miming holding someone. The bruising on his throat looks darker, though, even if it’s a thinner band of color compared to the past victims.
This time, though, there’s an additional set of bruising around each of his wrists. Not enough to immediately raise red flags, but… Renjun can’t help but think of the rope, blindfold, and handcuffs that Haechan had referred to as tools.
In the end, it’s not a grand revelation that brings everything to a head, but a quiet moment of clarity. Renjun is right there, sitting in his apartment, staring at the case files spread out before him, when he realizes the truth.
He quickly scans through the rest of the evidence, his eyes widening with each new detail. Renjun’s breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps. His hands tremble as he reviews the CCTV snapshots, which show glimpses of a figure that’s all too familiar. Every angle, every frame seems to confirm his growing fear.
Haechan.
The clues had been right in front of him all along. The interactions, the subtle hints, the way Haechan seemed to know just how to keep him coming back. Everything falls into place.
In a frantic rush, Renjun grabs his laptop, his hands moving with a sense of urgent purpose. He plugs in the flash drive he took with the official CCTV footage and pulls it up.
He replays the footage, stopping and starting with obsessive precision. Haechan’s face appears again and again, in the corners of the frames, his movements strangely deliberate. Renjun can’t believe what he was seeing, but the evidence is right in front of him.
As he reviews the case details, it all finally clicks: Haechan had access to the locations where the bodies were dumped. He had access to the club's security system, which explained how the killer could avoid detection.
And Renjun was right there like a fool, telling Haechan about how the progress of the case was going.
Renjun's hands clench into fists. The realization is both horrifying and heartbreaking. Haechan had been the person he trusted the most, the one who seemed to understand him in ways no one else did.
But Haechan isn’t just the man he’s fallen for. He’s the killer Renjun has been hunting.
The realization is like a knife to the heart, but it’s also liberating. Renjun knows what he has to do. He knows he has to confront Haechan, but the thought of it fills him with dread. How can he face the man he’s fallen for, knowing the darkness that lies within him? But he has no choice. He needs to know why. He needs to hear it from Haechan’s own lips.
That night, Renjun finds himself back at the club, his heart pounding in his chest. The neon lights and thumping bass feel more oppressive than ever, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside him. He spots Haechan at the bar, looking as effortlessly charming as ever. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, Renjun’s resolve falters. But he pushes through the fear and makes his way over.
“Haechan,” Renjun says, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “We need to talk.”
Haechan’s smile falters slightly, but he nods and leads Renjun to his private office. The room is dimly lit, filled with the scent of expensive cologne. Haechan closes the door behind them, his eyes fixed on Renjun.
“What’s going on, Detective?” Haechan asks, his tone light but his eyes wary.
Renjun takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what’s to come. “I know, Haechan. I know you’re the killer I’ve been chasing.”
For a moment, there’s silence. Then, Haechan’s lips curl into a slow, deliberate smile. He’s never seen him look like this before, but he supposes Haechan no longer has anything else to hide from him.
“What are you going to do about it?” Haechan asks.
Renjun’s heart aches at the casual way Haechan doesn't even bother denying it, as if it’s a game they’ve been playing all along.
“I…” Renjun’s voice trembles, and he hates himself for it. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before meeting Haechan’s gaze again. “Nothing. I’m not going to do anything.”
Haechan steps closer, his eyes never leaving Renjun’s. “Why not? You’re a detective, Renjun. This is your job.”
Renjun shakes his head. “I can’t.”
Haechan’s expression softens and he smiles. He reaches out, caressing his cheek with his thumb. “Renjun.”
Renjun lets out a sigh. “I can’t turn you in. I can’t lose you. Did you do all this on purpose? Did you flirt with me, sleep with me, just to have fun?”
Haechan pulls Renjun into a hug, his hold tight and comforting. “You’re special to me, Renjun. I already told you this. You don’t have to lose me. We can figure this out together.”
Renjun knows it’s a lie. He knows this, yet he still finds himself wanting to believe it regardless. He closes his eyes and turns around. “Goodbye, Haechan,” Renjun says.
“Come back,” Haechan demands.
Renjun ignores him, pushing the door to his office open and heading out. He shoves his way through the crowd of pushing people, ignoring Mark as he tries to wave him down.
When he gets to the street, he starts running, feeling the damp, humid air clog his lungs. He runs until he can’t anymore, stumbling and falling to the floor, placing his head in between his knees as he pants.
He stays there for a while, catching his breath, until he decides to flag down a taxi to get home. He can’t walk like this, especially not in the night time.
As he gets home and enters his apartment, he casts a cursory glance at the documents on his table, the names and details of Haechan's victims staring back at him.
Renjun feels a swell of guilt and disgust, but he pushes it down, unwilling to confront the reality of the situation. Instead, he turns away, storming into his bedroom and collapsing onto the bed, his face buried in the pillow.
The exhaustion of the day catches up to him, and Renjun finds himself drifting off to sleep without even changing his clothes, his mind desperately trying to reconcile the man he thinks he might love with the brutal crimes he's committed.
In his dreams, the lines blur. Haechan hovers over him, rocking his hips against Renjun’s. When Renjun gasps, however, he finds he can’t breathe anymore. Haechan’s hands are around his throat, squeezing and squeezing until Renjun slumps over.
Renjun is jolted awake by a phone call. He fumbles for his phone, his heart racing as he sees the caller ID. It’s Jisung.
“Renjun. Hi. Listen, we found another body yesterday, right after you left. Same MO. Dead two hours before you got to work, actually. They think they found the killer.“
Renjun’s heart turns cold. Did they find Haechan? Were they going to arrest him? Was it over?
“Renjun, we found your fingerprints and a piece of hair at the scene. I’m not saying it’s your hair, but they already sent it to the lab, and… they already found your fingerprints.”
Renjun’s blood runs cold. “That’s impossible. I’ve never been there.”
Jisung shakes his head. “I don’t know how, but they’re yours. Internal Affairs is already involved. You need to get a lawyer. I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but… Chenle asked me to. They're on their way to you right now.” He hangs up just abruptly as he called.
As the reality of the situation sinks in, Renjun’s mind flashes to Haechan. The smooth words, the careful manipulation. It all clicks into place.
He’s been framed.
Renjun knows he has no choice. He gathers what little evidence he has and heads to the only place he knows he might find answers.
Haechan’s club.
When he arrives, the place is closed, the neon lights dark. He breaks in, picking the lock on the back door and making his way to Haechan’s office. Inside, he finds Haechan waiting for him, a knowing smile on his lips.
“I knew you’d come,” Haechan says, standing up.
Renjun clenches his fists, anger and betrayal coursing through him. “You set me up.”
Haechan nods, his expression unrepentant. “I had to. You were getting too close.”
Renjun takes a step forward, his voice trembling with rage. “Why? Why go through all this?”
“Because I needed you, Renjun. You’re the only one who can keep up with me. The only one who makes this game interesting.”
Renjun’s heart pounds in his chest. He should hate Haechan, should want to see him rot in jail.
“How did you do all this?” he spits. “You’re fucking psycho.”
“I took your hair last time when we were making out,” Haechan says brazenly. “It was really easy. And you've been drinking here for ages, of course I pulled your prints from the glasses you've been drinking from.”
Renjun stares at him, hands clenched in fists, and he suddenly lunges for him. Haechan laughs loudly as Renjun punches his cheek, head whipping back, before he dances out of the way cautiously and a little too late.
“Didn't think you'd actually hit,” he says, wincing but still smiling.
Renjun falls to his knees, clutching his head in his hands. “Fuck,” he hisses, gripping a handful of his hair. “I can’t fucking– do this. Fuck. What the fuck.”
He tilts his head back to look up at Haechan, who is watching him curiously. “What now?” Renjun asks, his voice suddenly barely above a whisper.
Haechan steps closer, his gaze intense. “Trust me. Do you trust me?”
Renjun knows it’s madness, but he can’t resist. He nods, a sense of fatalistic acceptance washing over him. “Yes. Alright.”
Haechan smiles, taking Renjun’s hand and pulling him up. “You’re so dedicated. I almost feel bad.”
He drags Renjun into a hug, and Renjun pushes his face into Haechan’s shoulder desperately. There’s a feeling of something scratchy at the back of his neck, and he pulls away from the hug.
“Haechan–?”
Haechan shushes him, patting his cheek. He’s holding a piece of hemp rope from one hand, the other piece dangling by Renjun’s collarbone. “It’s the end, Renjun. Don’t worry anymore.”
He ties the knot.