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a crucial word, as the only furniture there was a wooden king-sized bed placed in the
middle of the room. On the bed, the slim figure began slowly lifting to finally pick up the
booming phone, “H-hello.” his voice being deeper than usual made him immediately
clear the dry throat.
“Jeon we need you right now, 56 Leonard Street. We have a homicide case.” the man on
the other side of the line sounded quite distraught as Jeongguk hummed in a form of
approval, seconds after he removed the phone from his ear to check the time -
five-thirty in the morning.
“Shit. Okay, Joon, be there in fifteen minutes.” he hurriedly ended the unexpected call.
Jeon Jeongguk was grateful that at such a young age, considering he turned
twenty-seven last month, his hard work in the forces gained him the position of a
cirminal investigator, altohugh as much as he appreciated his job he, in fact, loathed
getting up at such ungodly hours - what a way to start a brand new day in his cold
apartment in the middle of Manhattan.
Lazily trying to sit on the bed he began stretching his full upper body to release it from
the benumbed sleeping form. He, than, listened to the rain splattering against the
window in his bedroom, slow and quiet, but loud enough for the consistent earthly
sound to echo off the walls, the fall in New York was rather cruel that year. The sun was
beginning to rise, creating shadows of raindrops on the thin grey curtain. Jeongguk’s
eyes following the race of raindrops from top to bottom, just like he used to when he
was a toodler, young and naïve, rooting for his chosen drop to be the winner. He isn’t
rooting for any right now—he keeps an eye on some, but it’s almost like he isn’t really
seeing them at all, it is all foggy.
Mornings were the only time of the day that he could feel at ease, without any problems.
Jeongguk did not waste time changing from his pyjama pants to the uniform and after
swiftly brushing his teeth shuffled out of his front door with the jacket in his hands that
said “NYPD” on the back, not at all doubtful that he looks anything other than sleepy as
hell. He took the old elevator to the parking level of his apartment complex, stomping
confidently toward his black Jeep Grand Cherokee. When he settles behind the wheel,
he throws his phone on the passenger seat and takes an strawberry-flavored candy
from the stash in the glove compartment. Jeongguk carefully unwraps the crunchy
paper and pops the singular candy into his mouth. Then he starts the car with a
delicious roar of its engine and navigates out of the garage into the eraly-morning
traffic of New York.
It takes him approximately the minutes to arrive at the crime scene. He cringes a little
when he sees that the police cars and an abulance were already parked outside of the
building, beaming red and blue light decorating the street. Jeongguk, as usual before a
bigger case, tried to calm himself down by having a quick moment to focus on his
breathing, he didn’t know what to expect behind the closed door of the apartment.
Breath in, breath out. Thirty seconds and he was ready for work, hurriedly putting the
jacket laying on the passenger seat, he walked into the direction of the building.
Taking the elevator to the top floor, he was already greeted by his co-workers, the small
chit-chat resonated in the small platform between the quiet default music. Jeon was
not having any of it, although he didn't even have the time to nag as the door quickly
opened, setting them all free - in front of him was now Namjoon, trying to push
Jeongguk into the scene as promptly as possible.
“Just so you know Gguk, shit that you’re about to see is graphic.” the older men
reassured him as they both entered the apartment.
“Calm down! It’s not my first homicide, right?” Jeongguk just looked at him fondly, “After
you, boss.” he then gestured with his right hand for Namjoon to take the lead.
Perhaps, it wasn’t Jeongguk’s first assignment but what he was about to see completely
differentiated from his previous cases. Bloody horror.