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thestorytellerofkpop · 6 years

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Y.L.M

A/N: So...I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now and I finally got the time to execute it, thanks to the urge to also participate in @bang-tan-bitch‘s writing challenge! Some may know I have past experience in law enforcement, so this is a piece that’s very near and dear to me; some elements that I have been through are in this story. Rather than a typical “scary” Halloween story, I wanted to portray a realistic type of fear with the reader and show the adversity that can come in working in a job like this. I hope it’s enjoyable :)

Summary: It’s a quiet patrol day with your partner Hoseok and everything is good in the world. That is, until your radio goes off and you’re called into battle every child’s worst nightmare, but is it really real?

Word Count: 3,069

Rating: M for violent themes

WARNINGS: Gun use/gun violence, mentions of school shootings

Prompts used: Dialogue #6 “Did you hear that?”, Setting #12. School, Songs #11 “Pumped Up Kicks” by Foster the People

“Forty-five.”

“Hobi- “

“Forty.”

“Hoseok- “

“Forty-three.”

“Officer Jung!” you finally lost your patience, your hands slamming on the dashboard in front of you. Hoseok jumped at your outburst, his eyes darting between your face and the device in his hands. You sighed, touching his shoulder in apology.

“There’s no need to say every car’s speed limit that the speedometer catches.” Hoseok smiled sheepishly, adjusting himself in the tight space of the passenger seat.

“Sorry, I just don’t want to mess up when our probation is so close to ending.” He chuckled and your lips pulled up into a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry Hoseok, I’ve been your training partner since day one, if I really wanted to fail you I would’ve done it long ago.” Hoseok just laughed, giving you a wink and retuning back to his work.

You and Hoseok had been assigned training partners since day one. Of course, the limited number of female police officers in the force left you the odd one out during partner assignments, leaving you to be paired up with one of the males. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Hoseok was ecstatic about your shared profession, and treated you the same as he would treat the guys. He constantly had to be doing something though; he was one of the fidgety types. So, on slow day-shift mornings, you were more than happy to take the driver’s position (you got more leg room as an added bonus) while Hoseok played with the speedometer as you waited in your patrol car for something to happen.

A long, drawn out beep rang throughout the car and Hoseok’s eyes trained on the communication radio.

“Hey, it’s a BOLO.” You commented, the sound all-to-familiar for your ears. BOLO’s usually consisted of stolen vehicles, missing persons, and occasionally runaway thefts; nothing major for you to speed towards if it wasn’t happening in your assigned part of the town. Although, the horse stuck in the middle of the road was certainly an interesting BOLO call to go to. Everyone in the Seoul Police Department went out to witness it, even your shift Lieutenant who just laughed and said:

“Now I’m no horse whisperer, but maybe animal control has one on duty tonight.”

“What does BOLO stand for?” Hoseok turned towards your frame in the drivers’ seat, turning up the volume of the radio. Quizzing each other on the fly was normal, as knowledge tended to get rusty on boring patrol days.

“Be on the lookout.”

“Very good.” he smiled, placing a finger to his lips so you both could hear the radio transmission.

“SPD to all units, we have reports of a 13P, male, near the corner of 43rd and 2nd streets. Witnesses believe him to be armed.” Hoseok’s face blanked and he looked over at you, your expression hard.

“That’s around where I went to secondary school.” Hoseok whispered. “It’s not that far from here.”

You handed him the radio mic, putting the patrol car in gear and speeding out of your hiding place behind a billboard and onto the road. You turned on your red and blue lights, speeding past the cars that let you over. There was probable cause, and even if it was just a false alarm, getting to the school before a possible shooting happened was pertinent.

“SPD this is Tango Unit 309, we’re 10-51 to the 13P’s 10-20. Any other intel on the suspect?” Hoseok spoke into the radio and almost immediately a frantic response came back through from the communication center.

“SPD to Tango Unit 309?”

“Go ahead.”

“Reports of shots fired are coming from the secondary school by civilians.” At those words you sped up even faster, making your sirens even louder to get people to move the fuck out of the way.

“How far out is the closest back up, SPD?”

“Closest backup we’re tracking is in the next zone over, about 10 miles out.” Hoseok cursed when you pulled off the main road and onto the side streets. You and him would be going into an active shooter situation alone. You turned off your lights and sirens when you were a block away from the school, jumping out of the car. Hoseok followed you and spoke into his portable radio.

“Tango Unit 309 to SPD?”

“Go ahead.

“We’re 10-97 on scene, requesting low radio traffic with high monitoring.”

“10-4 Tango Unit 309.”

You both approached the school quickly, the combat boots on your feet suddenly feeling heavier than before. The air was eerily quiet for an October morning. The Halloween decorations in the front windows of the school were almost satirical of the situation you and your partner were in, but you couldn’t help but crack a smirk at the poorly drawn skeletons and witches smiling at you through the glass. The doors of the school showed no signs of a forced entry. Which meant the shooter most likely just walked right in without a trouble, if he was in the school.

“Hoseok.”

“Yeah?”

“I can hear your nervous breathing from here, calm down.” Hoseok took a deep breath, his hand resting over the pistol on his belt.

“I don’t hear any gunfire.” Hoseok commented.

“C’mon, we should patrol the perimeter first, since there’s no gunfire, then we’ll enter and- “

The silence was broken when three loud pops sounded in the air. You heard rather than saw Hoseok draw his pistol and you did the same. Your trusty old 9-millimeter gun you called Stiglitz had gotten you out of more than one tricky situation, and this would have to be just another one of those times.

“Hoseok, on me.”

Hoseok moved behind you, grabbing onto your shoulder and squeezing it firmly to indicate he was ready to proceed. You took a deep breath to calm your rapid heartbeat and opened the front doors of the school, quickly moving into the immediate danger zone.

The main hallway was shaped into a three-way intersection, Hoseok quickly cleared the right side while you cleared the straight and left hallways. You exhaled.

Focus.

“Clear.” You told Hoseok.

“Clear.” He joined back up on you, his hand on your shoulder providing you stability as you went down the straight hallway. All the classroom door’s windows were covered in black paper, but scattered green dots flashed against the darkness and you reminded yourself to breathe. These students were safe. But where was that bastard? And why was it so quiet when gunfire sounded only a moment ago?

“Do you hear that?” Hoseok whispered. You quickly cleared the end of the hallway, the box-like design of the school making it easy to clear the building. You exhaled again.

Focus.

You tuned into the noise Hoseok was talking about and your eyebrows furrowed. Music. It was soft guitar with whistling echoing throughout the hallway, and it had popish undertones. It sounded familiar, almost as if it was a Top Ten hit at one point or another.

“It’s echoing,” you whispered; there was only one building you could think of that could echo like that.

“Hoseok, where’s the gym?”

Before he could respond another gunshot rung out, this time, accompanied by a scream.

You inhaled and you ran towards the noise, leaving Hoseok behind.

Run.

The long hallway seemed endless and you urged yourself to go faster with the pace of Hoseok’s thumping footsteps behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure standing in one of the adjourning hallways to your right.

“Hands above your head, do it now!” You yelled, and instantly the figure raised his arms high, his hands empty. He didn’t move towards you. Not a threat, most likely a student

Focus.

“Get on your knees and don’t move! Jung, one on the right!” you ran past the figure and trusted Hoseok to take care of the person in the hall. The music was getting louder, making you run faster; the cheerful melody and handclapping making your stomach churn. Suddenly the large double doors of the gym came into view as the music reached it’s crescendo. You burst through the doors, your gun drawn and ready to fire.

“Seoul Police Department, show me your hands!” you screamed as loud as you could. You could hear your heart ringing in your ears against the music, the sweat beading on your forehead from the exhortation of running when your eyes finally surveyed the scene.

Focus.

This was where the music was coming from, but the gym was empty, the bleachers were pushed into the walls, making the room seem much larger than it really was. You traced the perimeter of the room with your gun, every corner visible from where you stood in the only doorway. No one was in here. Nothing was in this gym except for a stereo player in the middle of the floor. You lowered your gun as you moved towards it, scowling at the machine as the song started to repeat itself.

You finally remembered why you knew the song. People talked about its controversy and fear when it had come out on the radio, and some even thought that it was what started the rise of serious mass school shootings. It made you feel sick and your head pounded.

You bent down and shut the music off, letting out the breath that you were holding in your lungs. Your senses were hyper aware as you stood and your eye twitched from scanning and rescanning the gym. You were prepared to go back out and find Hoseok when the doors of the gym slammed against the wall.

You turned around, the breath you took in whooshing out of your throat when you saw who it was. Everything around you seemed to move in slow motion. Your eyes trained on the shooter, and though his face was covered, his eyes told you everything. His wants, his desires, his dreams, and the woman in his grasp was struggling against him. You could see her lips moving and her eyes were frantic, but you couldn’t hear a word of it. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat and the remnants of the music that was playing just seconds before.

“Yoongi?”

~*~

“Now, hold your hands steady.” Yoongi told you, his hands resting over yours against the gun. Even though you wore the protective sound-muffling headphones, you could still hear his smooth voice through the cheap plastic. Yoongi pressed his chest closer against your back, moving your arms up a fraction.

“You won’t shoot the target with your arms that far down; the gun should be eye level to you.”

“Eye level, got it.” You confirmed.

“Now, look down the barrel of the gun, focus on the target beyond it.” Your eyes trained on the cardboard cut-out forty yards away, the farthest you had gone out before. Most couldn’t get the forty-yard target straight-on on their first try. You were determined to be the first one in your class to do it.

“Breathe in.” Yoongi took in a deep breath behind you. “And squeeze the trigger slowly. Focus.”

You breathed in, focusing on the target in front of you. The hours on the shooting range and the bleating sun on your skin finally started to take its toll. Your khakis were much too hot, and your clammy hands made it difficult to keep the gun trained solely on the head of the target. You forgot to breathe out.

“Y/N, princess, you’re shaking.” Yoongi lowered your arms, keeping the ready-to-fire gun pointed to the ground in case your trigger finger slipped. You released the pressure in your chest, making your safety goggles fog just for a couple seconds.

“I can’t-“

“Now don’t you finish that statement, I know you can do this. You’ve shot perfectly every time at the twenty, thirty, and thirty-five-yard marks. What’s five more yards? Try again.” Yoongi held your arms up again.

You re-focused your sight on the target, taking a deep breath in.

“Now, squeeze, slowly.”

Your finger slowly pressed against the trigger until you felt the resistance of the final push to finally release the bullet from its chamber.

“Exhale, Y/N.”

And you listened to Yoongi’s words, making the final push as you breathed out. The bang from the gun made you jump after minutes of silence and you could feel rather than see Yoongi’s smile when he removed his hands from yours, squeezing you tight around the waist as you put the safety on the gun. You put the gun back into its holster on your belt, making sure it was secure before you turned around to return Yoongi’s embrace.

“I knew you could do it. I can’t wait to brag to my men that my girl was the only one in the new class to shoot the forty-yard on their first try, not to mention it was a perfect headshot.” He smirked into your hair and you smiled into his skin, despite the sweat dripping off of him.

“Yoongi. Thank you for always helping and supporting me.”

“It’s always my pleasure, Y/N.” Yoongi patted your back, placing a small kiss on your forehead before releasing you.

“Now, let’s get back to practicing Cadet.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but giggle at his flirtatious smile.

“Of course, Officer Min.”

~*~

You saw the apples of his cheeks rise into a smirk, and his right hand moving towards his hip. Yoongi always had a quick hand when it came to shooting. You thought a second too long, you didn’t focus. You let your heart overcome your mind and you ducked once you heard the bang of Yoongi’s gun. But the shot still grazed your shoulder and you gasped at the sharp pain. You drew your gun as you fell back towards the ground, and once you felt your back hit the cold wood, you aimed.

Bang.

Four rounds, all in the head. Just like he taught you how to do. You watched Yoongi fall to the ground, the woman he held ran away from him and towards you. You had shot Yoongi. Yoongi, the man you had loved. The man you loved more than life itself; you had shot him.

“Officer L/N? Hey, it’s done, it’s over.” The woman sat in front of you, helping you sit up.

“I sh-shot Yoongi. I shot Yoongi.” You mumbled.

“Shit, you’re going into shock,” the woman cursed, grabbing the radio off your hip. Suddenly the gym was too full, there were too many people, too many cameras and noises and Hoseok came running towards you.

“Hoseok, I shot Yoongi.” You told him as he pulled you into his embrace.

“Hey, don’t cry. We did excellent Y/N, excellent! The Lieutenant said our performance has been the best one yet, I’ll be surprised if we don’t get full marks.”

“Hoseok…Y-Yoongi, I shot him.” You sobbed and Hoseok didn’t know what to do with you. He turned towards the woman that stood beside you, his eyes frantic.

“Y/N, come sit down.” The woman led to you a seat they pulled out for you. With your eyes focused solely in her, her face was too familiar not to recognize “Y/N, breathe.”

You exhaled and looked up at her.

“Sarge, i-is Yoongi okay?”

“Of course he is sweetie, he’s just getting cleaned up now, a little got in his hair is all.” She laughed in a way to reassure you, but the clear panic and worry on your face caused her to stop.

“Y/N!” you looked up to see Yoongi running towards you, and even though your legs felt weak and your head was pounding, you ran towards him. Yoongi caught you in his arms, his hands running through your hair as you cried into his shoulder.

“Yoongi, Yoongi,” you repeated his name like a mantra, gripping onto him for your life.

“I’m here baby, I’m here and I’m okay. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real.” He sighed into your hair. “They were just blank shots, they were not real. Look at your shoulder princess, look.” He pulled away from you and you looked down at your shoulder. There was blue ink splattered across your police department lapel. The area hurt like hell, but there was no blood, you were okay.

“See? You were just shooting blanks, just little paint ball bullets that sounded real. You did so good princess, you even got paint in my hair from missing the protective gear.” Yoongi chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Just like how I trained you to do, you did amazing.”

“You’re okay?” you asked.

“Of course I am. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you I was in your final exam scenario, Sergeant Kim said if I did you’d refuse to do the scenario and fail the academy.” Yoongi pulled you back into his embrace.

You took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, your warm breath fanning over Yoongi’s shoulder. He was right, of course. He couldn’t have told you, it would’ve been unfair to your fellow students to have some sort of advantage to your final exam scenario. The scenario that counted for forty percent of your final police academy grade. The make or break point in becoming a real police officer. You looked at the gun on your hip, it wasn’t yours. Just a normal practice one. You were so caught up in the scenario, so worried about eliminating the possible threat, so involved in the situation you forgot it wasn’t real. It was just an exam, just a scenario.

You sighed. “Please promise me I won’t have to shoot you again, please?”

“Don’t worry baby, you won’t have to do that again.” Yoongi assured you, “Your scenario was great, we were all watching and evaluating and Hoseok did well as your partner. Don’t worry, you’re not going to fail this.”

“I hesitated though, when I saw you. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But you did it princess, you overcame that fear to stop the “shooter” from hurting even more people. You didn’t hesitate coming into the building, and you did everything by the book.” Yoongi caressed your cheek, dropping his voice, “You’re going to become an Officer, Y/N, I promise.”

“Officer Min and Officer L/N, partners in crime, right?” you smiled and Yoongi placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Partners in crime, I promise you.”

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