[fanfic] Reverie 1//?
Reverie | Eunhae, Haemin | 1//? 2,773 words | R (for character death and implications of sex; PG-13 overall) | Warnings: chara death | Donghae experiences the one thing in life he fears most and Sungmin is the only one there to help him cope. (worthless summary, I know)
My legs ached of overuse and my stomach of sustenance deprivation. I guess that's what you get for assistant managing a nine-hour shift at a high-end mens' fashion boutique at the peak of the season. Everyone's throwing their winter apparel into the dark depths of their closet for the time being and rushing in for a fitting room for as many pieces of clothing they could hold in both hands or complaining that we ran out of their size. I couldn't believe I wouldn't be heading home to my comfy reclining chair, freshly made dinner with a cup of hot tea and my fiancé. Yeah, my fiancé.
He proposed two days ago on his birthday. Yeah, his birthday, and I thought he was the one that was supposed to receive presents. That's Hyukjae for you. I really don't mind being on my feet a few hours longer though. Tonight we'd spend together as our first date as fiancés on a lovely stroll along the river with dinner somewhere in the agenda. That's if we could find a restaurant that wants to feed two hungry men past usual closing hours; We'd dress up in suits, well, it's my work attire for one and it feels nice to dress up once in a while.
A tap on the glass broke my attention from absent mindedly sweeping the floor free of its daily debris. Gleaming under street and traffic lights stood Hyukjae clad in flattering black from head to toe excluding the sapphire blue tie at his neck. Even though it was past 10 PM, black aviators covered his chocolate eyes like the badass he tries to be. His sleek black hair was even styled that sexy way I like it. This man was such a tease and he knew it. Such a tease and we hadn't even left yet. Broom still in hand, I unclicked the lock to let him into the shop.
"Your store may be empty and half dark, manager-sshi, but your neon "OPEN" sign is still lit, stupid. People are going to think you're still open. And I'd like to think that I have you all to myself in this lil' place."
"I...err." I had just enough time to turn off the sign before he, with a mischevious smile, advanced towards me. His left hand grazed slowly down my back only to stop at my ass while the other pulled my face in for a deep, tongue-filled, yet sweet, kiss. It only ended minutes later with me sucking hungrily at his lower lip. Even though, I wanted this moment to last minutes, hours, days longer.
"Let me just close up the shop Hyukkie. Then we can head out." I pulled away from his grip before things went further and continued sweeping.
"Ha. People actually buy these things?" I heard him say from somewhere in the store.
"Whatever has a price tag is merchandise, yes Hyukkie."
Not even a minute later, I felt a tapping on my shoulder and spun around to see Hyukjae with a random price tag shoved in my face. "Do you wanna buy me, baby?" He peered over his sunglasses at me smirking.
"You're a little expensive Hyukkie. I could probably get cheaper elsewhere."
"Oh I get it, little mister I-have-expensive-taste-in-clothes has cheap taste in boyfriends," he joked and dropped the price tag into the dust pile at my feet. I'll have to punish him later when I find whatever he ripped it off from.
"You know I love you, Hyukjae."
"Of course you do. That's why you won't yell at me for ripping that tag off from a mannequin's vest," he replied reading my mind and placed a kiss on my cheek. "I love you too babe." He continued to patiently wander the store.
"Have you seen the prices on some of this stuff?" It sounded as he'd already wandered to the back. "It's more expensive than I am."
"Mhmm. Oh, but kind of off topic, but you'll never guess who came in today."
I barely had enough time to finish my sentence when from the back of the store a gunshot sounded. For the next minute it felt as if my brain was impeding the fast lane. Or was it speeding in the slow lane? I don't even know. Initially I worried at what Hyukjae had gotten himself into. Then I remembered we don't even sell guns. What could have been a second later, a voice, his voice, screamed out penetrating my ears. It was a sound I never wanted to hear, deep and agonizing. A second later another shot came from the same place in the store.
I don't even know how I managed to run from behind the registers to Hyukjae's assistance. I don't remember thinking or even moving. But I remember seeing his body fall backwards and colliding with the white tiled floor with a considerable thud, splattering it with blood. A lens popped out of his sunglasses from the impact. I remember not being able to catch him, not being quick enough. And I remember seeing a figure, whom I took little notice to signalling the alarm, flashing lights and sprinkles, escape through the emergency fire exit. Rather, I rushed to Hyukjae's body. Choked up in tears, I pleaded for him to speak, to move, to breathe, anything. Two fingers on his neck received no pulse; I was becoming frantic. Pulling a "Sleeping Beauty" move, I desperately kissed his lips in hope he'd wake up. All strength and endeavours leaving my, my head dropped to his chest as I embraced his body despite his blood-soaked suit.
What had happened? I couldn't even think. His scream rang through my ears and the vision of his limp body ricocheting against the cold floor was impossible to erase from my mind. I didn't want to believe he was dead. Why would someone wish this upon him? There must be a mistake. It had all happened so fast; I felt so futile. The fire alarm was just background noise - constant hum - to the mess in my head. I could only let the water from the emergency sprinkler system overhead crash down upon the two of us lying together. I didn't want to move when a man in uniform tried to pull me away; I just shoved him off. No one could touch him. All I wanted was to be alone with him. But there was nothing I could do.
I leaned there on my knees a mess, eyes red and swollen, quivering with anxiety in my blood-covered suit as I watched the paramedics place Hyukjae's body on the stretcher. Voices blurred around me in attempt to get a word out of me, how this happened or who we were. But I didn't hear a single one. I unconsciously stumbled forward after the paramedics carrying Hyukjae to the flashing ambulance out front. I just needed to be with him. I clasped his hand between either of mine en route to the hospital, apathetic that he didn't hold my hand back and letting my tears fall as I did so. Departing the vehicle when we arrived, I refused to let go of his hand; I refused to let go of the one thing in my life that was mine.
"He's just in shock, we think. Poor thing won't say a word," a paramedic replied to a nurse who had just, I think, asked me for my name.
"Please sir, it's standard procedure to recover the body. If you could just-"
"That body has a name." I wanted to scream. All eyes in the room - about seven pairs - turned to look at me.
"Sir. We need to clean his body," said a coroner putting his hand on my shoulder as I fought back all the emotions I was forcing in. "You'd like your friend to look nice wouldn't you? Not that he doesn't look nice in his suit."
"Friend?! We're engaged! We were going to get married!" I punched him in the chest. I felt so futile. Nothing I said - no matter how loud - would make Hyukjae breathe again. He could sit up from the examination table, say this was all a joke and I wouldn't even be mad.
No one seemed the least bit surprised that we were both male. Did they not believe me? We have rings to prove it. They did, however, seem surprised when I willingly walked into the doctor's office with a nurse. "Please rest here until you're ready to speak. My name's Shindong," he smiled not showing his teeth. Yet it showed in his eyes that although he may see cases like this a lot, he still cared. I liked him. Before he could walk completely out of the room, I grabbed his arm. Looking at the floor, my voice shook as I spoke. "My name's Lee Donghae. Please don't hurt him, my fiancé... Lee Hyukjae."
"We'll do our best." He patted my shoulder once more and walked out.
I could have been in that room for minutes or hours. I didn't bother to check my watch or phone. Hell, I didn't even know if there was a clock mounted on the wall or not. I didn't care. The room had that empty, but cosy feeling to it. The walls were white and the carpet a deep navy - the colour of our living room of our dream house -- our. I couldn't imagine going home. No it's not home anymore. Hyukjae will never walk those three steps up to the front door ever again. The thought of being alone escalated inside me and tears started falling once more. I couldn't live there. I wouldn't. Suddenly I became aware of the number of people in this small room - one - just myself, alone.
They must be professionals. They must know there's a time when one realizes how alone they really are. Everyone has to come around eventually. Still weak, I turned the doorknob and met Shindong at the end of the hall conversing with his co-workers. "Ah. Donghae-sshi." I couldn't tell if he was feeling sympathetic or just playing the role of his job. "They're performing the autopsy now," he said heavily. "Two bullets to the chest doesn't do a person well, that's for sure. Are you ready to tell us what happened? No pressure. It's just that the sooner you cooperate, the sooner we can clear up this mess and all get some rest."
Rest was the last thing on my mind. How could I when my one love in life disappeared between my fingers. I probably looked like a wreck. I didn't care. "I was just cleaning up the store." I still failed to make eye contact.
"Please sir, can we sit down?" Shindong accompanied with another younger looking man sporting a suit and thick rimmed black glasses escorted me to another small room with the same white walls and blue carpet. A small rectangular table sat in the middle with two chairs on either longer side. One thing I hate about hospitals is how bright every room is. It's like they're trying to see completely into you inside and out, find out your story and devour anything they can. It's like there's no barriers holding back your secrets. "This is Kibum," he said finally as I sat down facing them. "He may be new, but he's the brightest among us. He's an investigator who works directly with the hospital and its patients." Kibum nodded in agreement.
Kibum placed a black notebook on the table and began writing in very neat and fine print. He astutely pushed the bridge of his glasses up with his middle finger before looking back at me, impatiently or not, waiting for me to utter at least a word. "I was just cleaning up the store," I said again. "We were going out... He said he'd wait... I let him get away... I let him."
"It was after close. Were you aware of anyone else in the store?" It was the first time Kibum spoke, but I didn't make an effort to answer his question. I fidgeted with the watch on my wrist, sliding it up and sown as far as it would go.
"BANG!" I made a gun with my right hand. "The first shot rang out. I heard him scream out...his voice..." For the hundredth time that night his painful scream rang in my ears, unable to shake it away. Over and over again, deep and agonizing I heard it. I forcefully stood up knocking the chair to the floor. I heedlessly rushed to the door; I couldn't do this. But I abruptly stopped at the sight of myself in the mirror hung on the door that I missed on the way in. I'd still been wearing the same blood and water-soaked suit. They didn't bother offering me a change of clothes. Or maybe they did in my state of disorientation and I didn't even notice. A peek at my watch told me it was already midnight. I rubbed my palms upon my swollen and tired eyes with the slightest hope of waking from this nightmare. Looking back at me in the mirror as my eyes peered open were Shindong and Kibum growing stressed.
"I wasn't even there to catch him after the second shot." My voice cracked. "Or even protect him."
"Does Mister Hyukjae have a family," Shindong asked. For the first time I met him in the eyes. How could I be so selfish? How will his parents react? I walked back to the table and sat at the untouched chair not bothering to pick up the fallen one.
Contemplating for a good minute before speaking, I couldn't imagine breaking the news to them. We two complete strangers to the medical team were rushed here mere hours ago and I was already spilling our lives to them. Again that secret barrier was non-existent. But I was okay with that to an extent. "He has two amazing, caring parents and a beautiful noona. It's as if they all descended from heaven just to grace the world with their presence. Please, if you can, don't alert them until morning. I want them to have a good night's sleep before they find out.
"If that's what you wish," Shindong spoke seriously. His hands rest on the table fingers interlaced. "Now are you a manager at said store? Do you have access to the security tapes?"
"Assistant. I'm sure I do. Could you guys call my manager as well? I really don't feel ready to deal with him."
"It can be done," Kibum spoke strongly. "You have your plate full. There are already other investigators, my co-workers, on the scene. If you'd like we can get you a ride home. We'd like you to rest up. There will be another investigator from our team at your door in the morning to clarify some things. He can also speak with the family if you'd like."
"Home? That's not home anymore, not without Hyukjae."
"Please sir."
"Okay," I considered his offer briefly before responding. "But I want to see Hyukjae again."
Shindong looked at Kibum; both nodded in consent and the three of us returned to the room I first arrived in with the paramedics. Fortunately the room was far less bright, but it was far less homey. The walls were adorned with medical devices small and large, technology of sorts beeped and three medical examiners stood around his body. I wish I hadn't asked to see him. A thin white sheet covered his lower half, not that it mattered. I'd seen him completely nude more times than I can count on my hands and feet. He looked peaceful despite his two chest wounds which were cleaned as well as they could be. He looked to be in a deep slumber and in a way he was. I couldn't hold back my tears. Wiping a few strands of hair out of the way, I placed a kiss on his forehead, not caring that some of my tears transferred to his skin. I caressed his cheek a final time before walking away. "Saranghae (I love you), Lee Hyukjae."
I conveyed my contact information with Shindong and Kibum. A quiet man with dark hair drove me to my residence. I relished the fact that he spoke minimal; I didn't even catch his name. But I was done dealing with people for the time being. I briefly remembered that both of our vehicles were at the store. I didn't mind. I had nowhere to go.
Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three
A/N: Finally have chapter one typed up. Originally a really long one shot, I decided I couldn't fit all I wanted to in such a short fic. I still have no end yet... Inspired by a conversation with ailaling1017 ^^ I'm trying for daily updates. We'll see how that goes with work. School starts on the 24th...
I watched a LOT of CSI in my younger days. Younger as in four years ago. So it's been a while. I feel I forgot a few things. But I'll make up for it in the future. ngl, I teared up a bit writing this part. *is pathetic* Okay. Done talking.
My legs ached of overuse and my stomach of sustenance deprivation. I guess that's what you get for assistant managing a nine-hour shift at a high-end mens' fashion boutique at the peak of the season. Everyone's throwing their winter apparel into the dark depths of their closet for the time being and rushing in for a fitting room for as many pieces of clothing they could hold in both hands or complaining that we ran out of their size. I couldn't believe I wouldn't be heading home to my comfy reclining chair, freshly made dinner with a cup of hot tea and my fiancé. Yeah, my fiancé.
He proposed two days ago on his birthday. Yeah, his birthday, and I thought he was the one that was supposed to receive presents. That's Hyukjae for you. I really don't mind being on my feet a few hours longer though. Tonight we'd spend together as our first date as fiancés on a lovely stroll along the river with dinner somewhere in the agenda. That's if we could find a restaurant that wants to feed two hungry men past usual closing hours; We'd dress up in suits, well, it's my work attire for one and it feels nice to dress up once in a while.
A tap on the glass broke my attention from absent mindedly sweeping the floor free of its daily debris. Gleaming under street and traffic lights stood Hyukjae clad in flattering black from head to toe excluding the sapphire blue tie at his neck. Even though it was past 10 PM, black aviators covered his chocolate eyes like the badass he tries to be. His sleek black hair was even styled that sexy way I like it. This man was such a tease and he knew it. Such a tease and we hadn't even left yet. Broom still in hand, I unclicked the lock to let him into the shop.
"Your store may be empty and half dark, manager-sshi, but your neon "OPEN" sign is still lit, stupid. People are going to think you're still open. And I'd like to think that I have you all to myself in this lil' place."
"I...err." I had just enough time to turn off the sign before he, with a mischevious smile, advanced towards me. His left hand grazed slowly down my back only to stop at my ass while the other pulled my face in for a deep, tongue-filled, yet sweet, kiss. It only ended minutes later with me sucking hungrily at his lower lip. Even though, I wanted this moment to last minutes, hours, days longer.
"Let me just close up the shop Hyukkie. Then we can head out." I pulled away from his grip before things went further and continued sweeping.
"Ha. People actually buy these things?" I heard him say from somewhere in the store.
"Whatever has a price tag is merchandise, yes Hyukkie."
Not even a minute later, I felt a tapping on my shoulder and spun around to see Hyukjae with a random price tag shoved in my face. "Do you wanna buy me, baby?" He peered over his sunglasses at me smirking.
"You're a little expensive Hyukkie. I could probably get cheaper elsewhere."
"Oh I get it, little mister I-have-expensive-taste-in-clothes has cheap taste in boyfriends," he joked and dropped the price tag into the dust pile at my feet. I'll have to punish him later when I find whatever he ripped it off from.
"You know I love you, Hyukjae."
"Of course you do. That's why you won't yell at me for ripping that tag off from a mannequin's vest," he replied reading my mind and placed a kiss on my cheek. "I love you too babe." He continued to patiently wander the store.
"Have you seen the prices on some of this stuff?" It sounded as he'd already wandered to the back. "It's more expensive than I am."
"Mhmm. Oh, but kind of off topic, but you'll never guess who came in today."
I barely had enough time to finish my sentence when from the back of the store a gunshot sounded. For the next minute it felt as if my brain was impeding the fast lane. Or was it speeding in the slow lane? I don't even know. Initially I worried at what Hyukjae had gotten himself into. Then I remembered we don't even sell guns. What could have been a second later, a voice, his voice, screamed out penetrating my ears. It was a sound I never wanted to hear, deep and agonizing. A second later another shot came from the same place in the store.
I don't even know how I managed to run from behind the registers to Hyukjae's assistance. I don't remember thinking or even moving. But I remember seeing his body fall backwards and colliding with the white tiled floor with a considerable thud, splattering it with blood. A lens popped out of his sunglasses from the impact. I remember not being able to catch him, not being quick enough. And I remember seeing a figure, whom I took little notice to signalling the alarm, flashing lights and sprinkles, escape through the emergency fire exit. Rather, I rushed to Hyukjae's body. Choked up in tears, I pleaded for him to speak, to move, to breathe, anything. Two fingers on his neck received no pulse; I was becoming frantic. Pulling a "Sleeping Beauty" move, I desperately kissed his lips in hope he'd wake up. All strength and endeavours leaving my, my head dropped to his chest as I embraced his body despite his blood-soaked suit.
What had happened? I couldn't even think. His scream rang through my ears and the vision of his limp body ricocheting against the cold floor was impossible to erase from my mind. I didn't want to believe he was dead. Why would someone wish this upon him? There must be a mistake. It had all happened so fast; I felt so futile. The fire alarm was just background noise - constant hum - to the mess in my head. I could only let the water from the emergency sprinkler system overhead crash down upon the two of us lying together. I didn't want to move when a man in uniform tried to pull me away; I just shoved him off. No one could touch him. All I wanted was to be alone with him. But there was nothing I could do.
I leaned there on my knees a mess, eyes red and swollen, quivering with anxiety in my blood-covered suit as I watched the paramedics place Hyukjae's body on the stretcher. Voices blurred around me in attempt to get a word out of me, how this happened or who we were. But I didn't hear a single one. I unconsciously stumbled forward after the paramedics carrying Hyukjae to the flashing ambulance out front. I just needed to be with him. I clasped his hand between either of mine en route to the hospital, apathetic that he didn't hold my hand back and letting my tears fall as I did so. Departing the vehicle when we arrived, I refused to let go of his hand; I refused to let go of the one thing in my life that was mine.
"He's just in shock, we think. Poor thing won't say a word," a paramedic replied to a nurse who had just, I think, asked me for my name.
"Please sir, it's standard procedure to recover the body. If you could just-"
"That body has a name." I wanted to scream. All eyes in the room - about seven pairs - turned to look at me.
"Sir. We need to clean his body," said a coroner putting his hand on my shoulder as I fought back all the emotions I was forcing in. "You'd like your friend to look nice wouldn't you? Not that he doesn't look nice in his suit."
"Friend?! We're engaged! We were going to get married!" I punched him in the chest. I felt so futile. Nothing I said - no matter how loud - would make Hyukjae breathe again. He could sit up from the examination table, say this was all a joke and I wouldn't even be mad.
No one seemed the least bit surprised that we were both male. Did they not believe me? We have rings to prove it. They did, however, seem surprised when I willingly walked into the doctor's office with a nurse. "Please rest here until you're ready to speak. My name's Shindong," he smiled not showing his teeth. Yet it showed in his eyes that although he may see cases like this a lot, he still cared. I liked him. Before he could walk completely out of the room, I grabbed his arm. Looking at the floor, my voice shook as I spoke. "My name's Lee Donghae. Please don't hurt him, my fiancé... Lee Hyukjae."
"We'll do our best." He patted my shoulder once more and walked out.
I could have been in that room for minutes or hours. I didn't bother to check my watch or phone. Hell, I didn't even know if there was a clock mounted on the wall or not. I didn't care. The room had that empty, but cosy feeling to it. The walls were white and the carpet a deep navy - the colour of our living room of our dream house -- our. I couldn't imagine going home. No it's not home anymore. Hyukjae will never walk those three steps up to the front door ever again. The thought of being alone escalated inside me and tears started falling once more. I couldn't live there. I wouldn't. Suddenly I became aware of the number of people in this small room - one - just myself, alone.
They must be professionals. They must know there's a time when one realizes how alone they really are. Everyone has to come around eventually. Still weak, I turned the doorknob and met Shindong at the end of the hall conversing with his co-workers. "Ah. Donghae-sshi." I couldn't tell if he was feeling sympathetic or just playing the role of his job. "They're performing the autopsy now," he said heavily. "Two bullets to the chest doesn't do a person well, that's for sure. Are you ready to tell us what happened? No pressure. It's just that the sooner you cooperate, the sooner we can clear up this mess and all get some rest."
Rest was the last thing on my mind. How could I when my one love in life disappeared between my fingers. I probably looked like a wreck. I didn't care. "I was just cleaning up the store." I still failed to make eye contact.
"Please sir, can we sit down?" Shindong accompanied with another younger looking man sporting a suit and thick rimmed black glasses escorted me to another small room with the same white walls and blue carpet. A small rectangular table sat in the middle with two chairs on either longer side. One thing I hate about hospitals is how bright every room is. It's like they're trying to see completely into you inside and out, find out your story and devour anything they can. It's like there's no barriers holding back your secrets. "This is Kibum," he said finally as I sat down facing them. "He may be new, but he's the brightest among us. He's an investigator who works directly with the hospital and its patients." Kibum nodded in agreement.
Kibum placed a black notebook on the table and began writing in very neat and fine print. He astutely pushed the bridge of his glasses up with his middle finger before looking back at me, impatiently or not, waiting for me to utter at least a word. "I was just cleaning up the store," I said again. "We were going out... He said he'd wait... I let him get away... I let him."
"It was after close. Were you aware of anyone else in the store?" It was the first time Kibum spoke, but I didn't make an effort to answer his question. I fidgeted with the watch on my wrist, sliding it up and sown as far as it would go.
"BANG!" I made a gun with my right hand. "The first shot rang out. I heard him scream out...his voice..." For the hundredth time that night his painful scream rang in my ears, unable to shake it away. Over and over again, deep and agonizing I heard it. I forcefully stood up knocking the chair to the floor. I heedlessly rushed to the door; I couldn't do this. But I abruptly stopped at the sight of myself in the mirror hung on the door that I missed on the way in. I'd still been wearing the same blood and water-soaked suit. They didn't bother offering me a change of clothes. Or maybe they did in my state of disorientation and I didn't even notice. A peek at my watch told me it was already midnight. I rubbed my palms upon my swollen and tired eyes with the slightest hope of waking from this nightmare. Looking back at me in the mirror as my eyes peered open were Shindong and Kibum growing stressed.
"I wasn't even there to catch him after the second shot." My voice cracked. "Or even protect him."
"Does Mister Hyukjae have a family," Shindong asked. For the first time I met him in the eyes. How could I be so selfish? How will his parents react? I walked back to the table and sat at the untouched chair not bothering to pick up the fallen one.
Contemplating for a good minute before speaking, I couldn't imagine breaking the news to them. We two complete strangers to the medical team were rushed here mere hours ago and I was already spilling our lives to them. Again that secret barrier was non-existent. But I was okay with that to an extent. "He has two amazing, caring parents and a beautiful noona. It's as if they all descended from heaven just to grace the world with their presence. Please, if you can, don't alert them until morning. I want them to have a good night's sleep before they find out.
"If that's what you wish," Shindong spoke seriously. His hands rest on the table fingers interlaced. "Now are you a manager at said store? Do you have access to the security tapes?"
"Assistant. I'm sure I do. Could you guys call my manager as well? I really don't feel ready to deal with him."
"It can be done," Kibum spoke strongly. "You have your plate full. There are already other investigators, my co-workers, on the scene. If you'd like we can get you a ride home. We'd like you to rest up. There will be another investigator from our team at your door in the morning to clarify some things. He can also speak with the family if you'd like."
"Home? That's not home anymore, not without Hyukjae."
"Please sir."
"Okay," I considered his offer briefly before responding. "But I want to see Hyukjae again."
Shindong looked at Kibum; both nodded in consent and the three of us returned to the room I first arrived in with the paramedics. Fortunately the room was far less bright, but it was far less homey. The walls were adorned with medical devices small and large, technology of sorts beeped and three medical examiners stood around his body. I wish I hadn't asked to see him. A thin white sheet covered his lower half, not that it mattered. I'd seen him completely nude more times than I can count on my hands and feet. He looked peaceful despite his two chest wounds which were cleaned as well as they could be. He looked to be in a deep slumber and in a way he was. I couldn't hold back my tears. Wiping a few strands of hair out of the way, I placed a kiss on his forehead, not caring that some of my tears transferred to his skin. I caressed his cheek a final time before walking away. "Saranghae (I love you), Lee Hyukjae."
I conveyed my contact information with Shindong and Kibum. A quiet man with dark hair drove me to my residence. I relished the fact that he spoke minimal; I didn't even catch his name. But I was done dealing with people for the time being. I briefly remembered that both of our vehicles were at the store. I didn't mind. I had nowhere to go.
Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three
A/N: Finally have chapter one typed up. Originally a really long one shot, I decided I couldn't fit all I wanted to in such a short fic. I still have no end yet... Inspired by a conversation with ailaling1017 ^^ I'm trying for daily updates. We'll see how that goes with work. School starts on the 24th...
I watched a LOT of CSI in my younger days. Younger as in four years ago. So it's been a while. I feel I forgot a few things. But I'll make up for it in the future. ngl, I teared up a bit writing this part. *is pathetic* Okay. Done talking.