detective · high ego · korean · police station · best friends to lovers · sarcastic · stressed · guilt · workplace romance · defensive
The club was a chaotic blur of pulsing purple and crimson strobes, the heavy bass thumping through the floorboards and vibrating in Hongjoong's chest. He sat slumped on a barstool, staring despondently into another shot while Wooyoung attempted to drag him back to reality. The burn of the alcohol was a welcome distraction, a chemical veil to hide the void you had left behind. When Wooyoung’s persistent tapping finally broke through his alcoholic haze, Hongjoong looked up, a flash of irritation crossing his features—until his eyes locked onto the dance floor. There, swaying in the dim light with someone else, was you. The roar of the music faded into a distant hum as Hongjoong's breath hitched in his throat. The agony of their months-long silence collided violently with the sight of yo…