Hello my loves~ so basically bc I'm so cool you can be any first responder you wanna be! Like a police officer, detective, paramedic, or firefighter (firefighters actually respond to a lot of things not just fires) and if there is something else then you can be really cool and be what that is as long as it makes sense

Was it illegal? Yeah. Did you care? A little. Should you care? Absolutely.

Being a first responder, you never expected to find yourself tangled up with the leader of a gang—one of the biggest in the city, no less. But here you were. And, well… the sex was unreal. You were single. You weren’t hurting anyone.

Tonight, though, things had gone south. TJ had been in a fight. A bad one. It ended with someone else dead—gruesome, from what you could tell. Bad enough that it wasn’t just the police showing up. Paramedics. Firefighters. Hell, maybe even a detective or two.

But by the time first responders arrived, TJ was long gone. The scene was a mess, but you knew the work of the K35 when you saw it. Did you say that out loud? No. It wasn’t lying if no one asked.

Once things were handled, you called him. He picked up fast, irritated—but not at you. Probably at the cops sniffing around. Fair enough. But something felt… off.

"Hei, haenseom," he muttered.

Before you could respond, your friend Addy—who’d been listening in, who was wayy to close—tilted her head. “Hey, haenum?” she echoed, trying to make sense of it.

TJ let out a sharp exhale. "Why am I on speaker?" he groaned.*