Get Me
Hakyeon isn’t sure when his luck ran out. Somewhere in between the murders going too well and literally meeting death it seemed to have fallen apart. So honestly he shouldn’t be too surprised when he somehow managed to get himself tangled up into a fight.
The night air was crisp and sharp against his puffy jacket. The faux fur of the hood sat over his eyes. The sun long gone and the moon barely peeked out from a cloud. Head to toe in black in such dark back roads, he blended in with the night.
Out at night to gather information but his luck continued to run dry. With a huff he pulled the jacket closer around himself. As he went to turn a corner he heard a shout and stopped. With his back against the brick building he leaned in as close as he could to hear what was happening. A fight, if the violent sounds were anything to go by. None of the voice sounded familiar, a relief, but he still peeked around the corner to see who was doing all this fighting.
It seemed to be four versus one, and with how the one of the cement seemed to be bleeding, it wasn't a fair fight at all. He squinted to get a good look at the faces. He recognized a few of them but usually avoided them when he was on the prowl. When he eyed the one now being pulled up by his shirt he rolled his eyes.
Kim Jaehwan, the leader and guitarist of Second Star. Seokjin and Hakyeon had a long list of people in the entertainment industry they kept an eye on. For one rumor or another they'd have their interest peeked. It seemed like it would be easier to weed through information of such well known people, but they were disappointed to find that to be false.
For a long list of reasons, Kim Jaehwan was one of the people they kept an ear open for and if he didn't want the kid to die in the streets before they figured out if their gut feeling was right, he'd have to act now.
With what little luck he had left he was glad he hadn't decided to disguise himself too wildly tonight. He looked down at himself. A frustrated groan and he pulled his jacket off to have the cool air hit his warm skin. Jaehwan was now roughly pressed against the building. It looked as if they meant to kill. He grabbed a mental pole that was protruding out of a dumpster. Hakyeon can play that game too.