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The buzzing party of aristocrats only livened with every passing hour, creating more noise and laughter filled conversations each minute. This particular gathering happened to have a mixture of the good and the bad -which meant Mark Lee had been invited with the honour of bringing a plus-one.

The night was no longer young, but rather close to the early hours of the morning. Various government officials, random low-standing mafia leaders, company executives and merchants were present all for the sake of 'talking'.

Now, Mark wasn't a lover of parties. He avoided them when he could, attended when they benefitted him, and with those occurrences in mind, people were always desperate to have him come along. His face was a giant mystery to those who weren't pure evil, so the 'good' guests merely saw him as handsome young somebody.

The only reason Mark Lee agreed to attend this particular soirée, was because there was a drug deal about. He needed to terminate whoever was competing with him, which would've been easy.

And as a matter of fact, it was. He ended that whole problem with so much ease it was really quite embarrassing for the opponents. Everyone knew better than to fuck with him, and he proved it every time.

Now, standing outside upon the balcony under the stars, Mark slowly danced with Renjun, his plus-one. There was a slight bite in the cold air, as autumn was in full swing, but nothing uncomfortable.

Nothing two cold killers couldn't shrug off.

"You did good," Renjun hummed as he leaned his cheek against Mark's chest and kept his arms firmly laced around the older's neck. The other's arms remained on his hips, which brought such comfort.

"It was simple," the ravenette admitted, "Nobody who attended that deal was prepared, and it cost them their lives."

"Mhm, but you're amazing."

Mark rested his chin against the top of Renjun's head, enjoying his soft scent that totally disregarded his sour personality. The young Chinese male was one of the best of the worst. He had no conscience telling him 'no'.

As their feet slowly shuffled from place to place, the peaceful music flowing in through the slightly opened French-window-doors almost made the whole night feel normal again.

Almost.

Renjun looked up at his leader, and his lover. The innocent face Mark had was almost sinful when placed amidst the horror they created. The older gently leaned in and pressed his lips against the shorter's, his hands gliding up and down his sides lovingly as they blocked out the rest of the world for a brief moment.

Renjun's heart swelled in his presence, and only Mark Lee could ever make him feel this way. After the hell he had suffered through for as long as he could remember, this man was like his one and only saviour. His 'soul'.

Words were rarely even needed when both were together, since their minds were somewhat synchronised and they just 'knew' what it was they needed to do.

"I'm sorry."

Renjun pulled his black hood up over his dark hair, storming through the wet streets as rain poured down like tears. His face remained hidden as he bypassed strangers, planning on heading to the police station to find out more on the recent member of Jupiter that had been wrongly murdered.

The river was roaring as wind ran over it, making umbrellas useless as couples sprinted for cover in coffee shops, under trees or beneath balconies of various buildings. The young Chinese male didn't care though, wearing nothing but a hoodie and loving the burn of cold against his once warm skin.

He scowled as a child with their little red coat on skipped by with their hand entwined with their mother's, the hood up so far it was clear the infant couldn't see. Consequently, it accidentally slammed against the short adult's side and made him bite his lip in anger.

He hated kids.

Once the station appeared ahead, he was more than happy to push inside, though deadly discomforted by the fact that these people would've apprehended him on the spot had they known who he was.

With his special scissors that Mark had given him hidden in the pocket of his hoodie (not very safe, but accessible all the same), he marched up to the officer sitting behind a desk with a glass shield separating him from the other side.

Renjun politely cleared his throat, though bulldozed right over his manners by slamming his hand against the glass three times. "Yo. I have questions."

The man in blue uniform furrowed his brows as he looked up from the documents he was sorting through. "Pardon?"

"Ugh, I want to ask you questions. Maybe my pronunciation is bad."

"Watch the attitude, Sir. We don't work our asses off in here all day everyday just to have brats like you come in and demand things."

The younger took a deep breath, recalling Donghyuck's words to him before he sought out on the tiny mission.

"Don't lash out, Jun. You're a citizen today, not a gang member."

Yeah, Renjun thought with a slight rush of irritation, thanks a lot, Darling. "Fine. Excuse me, Sir. May I ask a question?"

The man arched his brow, "What is it?"

"Do you have any further information on the mutilated body from about a week ago. The one with the gang tattoo."

"Are you a relative?"

"A friend," the younger lied, feeling his own tattoo burn from the dishonesty. He hoped his wrist was covered well enough.

"I see. Well, he was a member of Jupiter as it turns out. He had the gang sign and a few scars here and there that were old. Apparently, according to the autopsy, he was stabbed in the eye after having his left leg kicked in. And then finally, shot in the back of the head."

Shot in the back of the head? Renjun wondered, having one or two memories fly back at him before he realised that literally anyone could do that.

Anyone with a gun.

"I'm guessing it was a hand gun?"

"Yeah, probably. And the shot was from afar like the guy was running away. Sorry if this is hard to digest."

The ravenette waved it off, rubbing his eyes to irritate them and make it look like he was upset while gritting his teeth. "It's okay. I-I just miss him. My attitude has gotten worse since he's been gone, y'know?"

"Of course," the other sympathised, awkwardly wondering how to comfort the youthful boy. "It takes time to grieve, but he's somewhere better, I'm sure."

"He was a mafia member. I doubt it."

"T-True...."

Renjun stifled a sigh, releasing a fake sniffle. "So do you know who did it? Who killed him?"

"That's classified-"

"Please. It'll bring me peace of mind."

The officer cleared his throat, carefully glancing around to ensure nobody else could hear before leaning in and whispering, "It's not confirmed. There were no DNA samples, no known serial killer patterns, no evidence. Though someone mentioned.....ah, never mind-"

"Tell me, dammit!"

He flinched, sighing deeply before muttering, "Well, someone mentioned that it was awfully 'Nana-like'. He's been gone for ages, so we doubt it."

Fuck, of course it's not Nana. That shithead would be suicidal to return. "Thanks for your help, Sir. I'll try and grieve in other ways."

"Oh-"

"Bye," Renjun waved slightly before marching out. His dripping wet clothes were once again doused in rain as he stepped outside. With his hood up again and mood dark, he stormed back towards the subway.

That had been a totally fruitless mission. A waste of time.

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