Clandestine 1/?
Pairing: Jongyu
Rating: nc-13
Warnings: Blood mention, panic attacks, other mental health issues
W/c:1.3k
Summary: Police Captain Jinki Lee earned his place fairly, but he still carries the scars left behind by the undercover mission that granted him the position.
Ao3 AFF
A wicked, cruel grin blinding in the dim light of the warehouse.
A hunting knife glinting from the moonlight through the large windows on either side of him.
A hissed, “No one will save you. No one knows where we are, my pretty little thing.”
The knife so cold against his throat, a sting as it’s pressed into his skin-
Jinki gasped roughly as he abruptly awoke, chest heaving and skin damp from his nightmare. He wrapped his arms tightly around his middle, squeezing his eyes shut and mumbling like a mantra. “He’s not here. He’s not here. He’s not here.”
There was a gentle whine, a press of a wet snout against his chin, and slowly Jinki uncurled himself to run his hands over his dog’s head. Kimbap pushed forward, making Jinki lay back down. A moment later Jinki had Kimbap’s full weight on his chest, just as he was trained to do. Time was a murky thing as of late, but when his breathing finally slowed down and he was aware enough to check the clock blinking by the bed, three AM was flashing in bright blue lights. He ran his hand over Kimbap’s ears, smiling faintly, “Good boy.”
