Prane Whitlow is the well recognized crime investigator of the 21st Century.
When an ongoing series of bodies, famous for the meaningless stitch down the center of their chest, start to appear around the city of 서울 (Seoul), South Korea, Prane is cal...
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| Sunday November 29, 2015 |
I hadn't been out for long at Jin's. I'd woken up about a half hour after I passed out. I was still disoriented and Jin refused to allow me to go back to my hotel in such a state. It felt odd spending the night with him. I tried my best to stay up until I was capable of going to my hotel on my own, but I ended up falling asleep before I could make it. I woke up in Jin's room encircled in his arms. It was sinful to say it was a warm feeling, but that's how it was. He was very comfortable and great at cuddling. It only once again disappointed me with what he was.
It was 7:00 p.m. now as I walked down the sidewalk to Rolling Hall. I'd worked until five and went home to change. Tonight was the VIXX concert the boys had invited me to a while ago. Hongbin had texted me a few days back to remind me and since I'd already said I would go, I ended up going.
Work was hectic with trying to piece together what we'd discovered. We hadn't made any logical theories on how it made sense without the information Jin had given me. And from all of the team's ideas, none of them fit with what Jin had said anyway. What did he mean by process? Did he mean turning the victim to dust? Was the victim really not officially dead until day three?
I now walked around the building and dialed Hongbin.
"Annyeong, gorgeous," he answered.
"Annyeong. I'm here. I'm waiting in the back."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
I hung up the phone and waited near the door. I hadn't seen any of them since the night I'd gone out to the bar with them. From what Hongbin had said and how he sounded, they were very excited to see me. After about a minute, the door swung open and Hongbin yanked me inside pulling me into a strong hug.
"Hmph... Hongbin, you're a lot stronger than you look," I groaned into him as he squeezed me tightly.
He chuckled and pulled away with a bashful smile. "Sorry. I'm just really happy you came."
"Well I said I would, didn't I?"
He gave me that beautiful bright smile of his. "Here, come this way. The guys are excited to see you."
I followed him as he led the way. His smile was bright and cheery. His hand was soft as it held mine and he pulled me along. He must use some really good moisturizer. I'll have to ask him what he uses later. The hallway was painted a bright and clean white. Staff busied themselves preparing the last minute fixes before the concert.
Hongbin led me to an open door where the other five members were sitting in front of vanities brushing on their last amount of makeup. And yet when I was little I couldn't even get my brother to let me paint his nails black.
"Prane!" Hyuk saw me through his mirror and turned around. He rushed over to me and hugged me. His embrace wasn't deathly like Hongbin's, thank god.
