arson; jb & sy
@247yoori
it was a mess, the entire station had been in total chaos for the past three hours. part of the manpower were trying to do crowd control, the other half were talking to the witnesses at the scene of the crime. jae on the other hand was no where to be found.
well at least he made sure he couldn’t be found. he was in a cheap motel room, near the outskirts of seoul, he kept pacing around the room waiting for the person who called to show up.
jae wasn’t the most truthful policeman, in fact, as long as it gave him benefits, he’d bury a dead body if he had to. it wasn’t hard to get sucked into the luxuries of the wealthy. and once he had a taste, an idea, of what that felt like, he never had any thoughts of going back to living how he did.
he hears a small knock on the door and quickly opens it to see the other. he gives a small smile and lets the other in before closing the door behind them.
two hours in, jae isn’t smiley anymore. he’s trying to figure out how the hell he was going to proceed with this plan.
“you want me to frame her? what the fuck? and just how do you expect me to do that?”
he knew the other wouldn’t care nor give him the answer, but right now, jae was at a loss of words. “i’ll see what i can do, i’ll text you when it’s done.” he sighs, before taking the items of the girl from the other, heading out of the room and back to his car.
he dials a number on his phone and waits for the line to connect. “hey, im going to drop by the scene, make sure no pres is there. also, call yoori in, tell her we found something that belongs to her at the scene of the crime.” he abruptly ends the call and drives back to the station.
“what the hell did he get himself into.”