질투편

beauty queen on a silver screen. living life like i'm in a dream. i know i've got a big ego!! i really don't know why it's such a big deal, though??

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all in a name | yongsun & chunji

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chunji just pauses, lets her collect her thoughts. it wasn’t an easy pill to swallow, he knows, to see the person you’ve been looking for all this time, just to be right... there. it was a palpable feeling, to have someone so much in one’s grasp but so far away -- never too close enough for comfort.

he watches her warily, he can practically see the cogs in her brain turning, churning. he holds out on the look in her eyes. revenge is a dish served best cold, but he also knows that revenge is not for the faint of heart, fuck does he know. revenge is a dark winding path, a domino effect. you couldn’t half ass revenge, not even if you tried because revenge will always be a haunting reminder of what you had to lose to gain it. but he won’t stop her if she asks, and some part of him wants her to ask for more. wants her to ask him for more help, to be something of use to her revenge. he wants to play a supporting role in the demonstration of her bitter avenging of her mother, and he knows it’s dumb, but hey: he’d do anything to get the hunters to crumble down.

“it will.” chunji quips easily, but he leans forward to her with a tiny smile, one that isn’t as sweet as his previous ones, one that seems more malicious than kind, but the malice isn’t aimed towards her and he makes that known by his eyes. but he adds on smoothly, “i can do you one better. i can find you where he lives.” he hums lightly. “i did think i saw his phone number there. i could always cross reference his phone number to find his home address.” as for the topic of money, he just nods lightly. “it won’t take long to find it.”

he leans back into his black leather chair as he watches her to see how she’ll debate and handle the offers he has given her.

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tracker.

waiting

yongsun, min, jinri, jin  

writing

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all in a name | yongsun & chunji

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chunji may have just been an informant, but his skills weren’t just limited to such. he was a fighter, through and through -- even now, even if it was just a soft hum in the corners of his brain, he could feel every single vibration around him, could feel the movements of molecules surround him. he’s powerful, very much so, he could handle himself when it came to hunters. but he knew that not everyone could. so he doesn’t hold it against her that she wouldn’t want to fight.

at her question, he startles. “...!” he pauses his work before answering smoothly, “an eye for an eye. if had killed my mother... i would have killed him. granted, i’m quite the vengeful person,” he laughs lightly, to soften the harshness of the words.

fulfillment was something that chunji didn’t experience. he was in a constant state of need, always needed something to fill in the empty inside of him. he figures that even in his current situation, after being tortured by hunters for a year, having to work for them for another year, that once he gets his revenge, he won’t stop there. after all, he’s worked so hard to get such a revenge, simply killing his torturers won’t appease him.

usually, he’d make people pay more. he had a hundred dollar minimum fee, but that was for regular customers. this girl seemed to only need his help once, so he decided to ‘throw her a bone’, so to speak. wouldn’t make her pay that much simply because the information was for a delicate issue. he watched as she got the money out as he reclined in his chair. 

he watches as his smile goes a bit bigger, just slightly. he always feels something akin to happy whenever his clients end up getting their information they wanted. they would always have such a relieved look on their face --

he nods, looking at her, “i have -- i hope that it was enough, though. the closure, at least.”

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chunji nods at her words. “i see -” nothing? honestly, he might have been expecting something a bit more... interesting. he figures that maybe she just wanted some sort of closure, but it is definitely a little skeptical in the sense of how thorough she was in her information just for a bit of closure. but what his clients did with his information was their business. 

he accepts the papers, giving them a once-over before placing it down neatly in front of him. the computer lets out another beep causing him to look over the information on the screen. he nods and checks the date her mother died and checks it with the ones on the screen. spotting the correct date, he clicks it, giving him the information of who filed the mission... and who fulfilled it. he clicks it with intrigue.

“... hm?” he turns to the lady in front of him before stopping. “you owe me...” he checks the clock, it took him... what, fifteen minutes of his time? so that was $7.50, fifty cents per minute, but he was willing to round down this time. and the subject in question was a  hunter. his hunter rates depended on the status of the hunter. if it were a higher up, then the price would be higher.

the page finally loads as it fills out with the hunter’s information. the hunter matches the description she gave him in her folder as he notes the hunter’s status was one of middle range, a jack-of-all-trades in expertise. meaning, that was easily fifty dollars, considering he was well-known in his division.

“you owe me fifty-seven dollars,” he turns the screen to her. “this is your hunter.”

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he nods attentively, accepting the folder from her, flipping it open. the girl was quite thorough in her descriptions. that made things much easier for him. the hunter was tall, still lived in korea. said human had brown eyes and dark brown hair. approximate weight, approximate height. notable features being a scar on his face.

he jots down some notes from her rambling. so this man killed her mother. no wonder why she was here. he spots the picture of her mom in the folder, nodding. that was important. it meant that this was a proper mission. if he could find out who located her angel mother, who called the hit, then he could find the hunter who took the job.

“you’re in luck,” he smiles lightly at her. “your information definitely narrows things down, and i do have quite the extensive files on hunters.” he logs into his database, narrowing down any possible leads. the program started to run as he turned his attention to her. 

“what are you going to do when you find him?” the full angel questions carefully, adding, “if i may ask.” he wonders slightly if she is going to get her revenge somehow. the desktop emits a soft beep! that catches his attention. his fingers dart across the keys as he pulls up the list of names. good. that was progress. he opens another window where he types in details of hits on women angels in the past decade or so. the computer goes back to running information of possible missions.

chunji opens his drawer before pulling out his non-disclosure form in the meantime. “if you may, could you please sign this? it’s just a confidentiality agreement. i won’t say a word about giving you the name of the hunter to anyone, and you won’t say a word about me giving you the name. legalities, please understand.” he smiles apologetically. narrowly, he thinks that he’s willing to give the girl the information with a discount. after all, it was a hunter who killed her mother. hunters were literal scum to chunji, the worst on the earth. 

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chunji thought revenge was well-deserved. after all, he himself had a lot of pent up revenge that he was certainly going to cash in when the time was right. angels, demons, none of them really mattered to chunji: if they wanted revenge, he'd help them. he knew what it was like to want revenge on someone who wronged him. but his revenge would be taken with minimal violence at first. he'd wait for the opportune moment to strike. in the meantime, he'd sell out information to others who were ready to exact their revenge.

dozens of people came to him daily for names of hunters, demons, cambions, nephilims, angels -- seeking information from him like lost puppies. and he would cater to them, if only because of their emotional desires would cause them to be reckless and easier to manipulate into giving him more money. after all: revenge has a price. and he was the tax collector coming to get his due. nothing was free in this world, and money was the least of their problems if they were coming to him for information. he had information on every known hunter or supernatural in their area, even some from other countries (if only because of his position in the organization allowing him to access their servers without grabbing any attention).

chunji hums with some satisfaction as soft music rings and echoes around the room from his record player. his fingers dexturously move across his keyboard, the sound of the keys just barely heard. he checks his phone with mild interest. unlocking it, he looks at the schedule for the rest of the day as he reads. a girl by the name of kim yongsun. alright. he stretches, picking up a pen and twirling it in his freehand. preparing his notes for his visits, he scribbles down the known information about her.

when she left a note for her appointment, she didn't say much -- which was understandable. none of his clients ever wanted anything tracing back to them. and that was fine with him. he wouldn't want anything to traceback to him either if he was in their position, going to an information broker. a lot of people in his profession were... sketchy. but not him: he took his job quite seriously -- it was why he was quite wellknown in supernatural circles.

his record player stops as he stands to go change the record album before stopping when he felt a nephilim presence behind his door. with an arch of his eyebrow, he opens the door. the girl is in fact, his client for the next hour, yongsun. he offers her a kind smile and greets her lightly, "hello, you are kim yongsun, correct? i'm lee chunji. you called in for an appointment, asking for some information? you're in the right place. come in." he widens the door for her to enter, closing it behind her.

sitting back at his desk, turns off his record to show her she had his undivided attention. he gestures for her to sit down in the velvet chair opposite of him as he relaxes into his chair. "so. what would you like to know?"

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waste my time.

/; stranger

it was an everyday occurrence to see cops hanging around the streets. after all, there were supernaturals on the loose anyway. it made him laugh though, watching the cops running around everywhere like headless chickens. every now and then, he'd get questioned whether or not he saw something, but he'd always just smile and shrug. occasionally, he'd give them a little hint, but most often: he preferred to stay out of cop business. they didn't pay him shit, after all -- and he only gave out information for money. his terms, after all.

but the situation he was in was absolutely ridiculous. like really? he thought this shit only happened in shitty television shows. he had been going to the bank to withdraw some money when some dick thought it would be smart to try robbing the bank. so now he was held hostage in here. there was a cop here in the place, he didn't know who she was -- only knew she was a human from her aura, but he really hoped she'd call some backup soon. thankfully, all this idiot did was take their phones and he didn't seem to give a shit if any of them talked to each other. first time robber with a lipbiting nervous tick. dumb.

he turns to the cop next to him, raises an eyebrow at her. she appears calm but also very, very annoyed. "so... you're the authority here, right?" he starts, lightly. continues with a shrug of his shoulders, "do you have backup or?? or yknow.." he makes a gun with his hand and flicks his wrist, "pistol-whip him or something?"

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misery business.

/; stranger

chunji was a pretty well known informant in the area. he could obtain a lot of secret information with ease, whether it be from his own skill or from his job in the organization. oh, these stupid humans. so unsuspecting of him. he was excellent as a scientist, and it got him well liked enough by the organization that they would never suspect him of being a 'mole', so to speak. so with that, he could do his job as an informant with ease. after all, he hated everyone so equally, that he didn't care who he sold out. the organization? fellow angels? demons? cambions? nephilims? simple humans? he honestly didn't give a shit, therefore: he disliked everyone equally. it made his job as an informantion so easy because he never had to form any presonal connections with anyone. besides being an information broker was practically a talent for him at this point. observation at its finest.

he hums a melody, a vague latin tune as he taps his fingers against his keyboard to the rhythm. the sound of the keys and his hums are softly echoed in the otherwise empty office. it was small, but it was his, and it was easy to access from the public. all meetings were confidential, and he didn't really have one scheduled. he hears a knock on the door, regardless, and he raises an eyebrow. turning to look at the clock on his desktop, it was quite late. he shrugs, though, regardless as he stands to open the door.

behind the door is a woman -- a demon. he ignores the fact (he can handle himself, afterall), and he nods a greeting before opening it wider for her to enter. he closes the door behind her, walks back to his desk, and gestures for her to sit down. once she gets settled, chunji decides to go straight to business as he questions calmly, "what is your name, and what do you want to know?"

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little talks.

/; stranger

“...?” chunji hated working under the organization -- being locked up in a lab all day, testing blood samples was dumb. couldn’t these stupid humans understand that it was impossible to understand supernaturals?? apparently not, it seemed. either way, he wasn’t in the best of moods. sighing, he made his way to a park near the apartment complex he lived, deciding to just sit down and rest here until eventually he’d go to his office to do informant work. dumb. thankfully, he didn’t have any cases to work on, so the only ‘work’ he had to do was just sort through some documents and files. without a thought, he was just gonna procrastinate anyway, so he might as well relax first. he enters the park, and it’s still pretty nice out -- the sun is still out, and it’s the afternoon and children are playing in the playground and parents are keeping close eyes on them, and people are walking their dogs, and fuck - as much as chunji dislikes living on this planet, he does, kind of -- sort of, like the way these humans can be so chaotically peaceful.

he’s snapped out of his reverie when he reaches a park bench that’s only half occupied. he turns slightly to go and sit down when he notices a... paint brush? on the ground. he picks it up as he spots the other bench occupant painting as he notes that it’s a watercolor brush. oh. he sits down easily, and turns. 

politely, he taps the man lightly, flipping the brush in his hand so that the handle is pointing towards the older without touching the brush side. “uh, excuse me, you dropped this?” it’s only after that he registers the other’s aura -- a cambion. huh. interesting. he left his guards up, but he smiled kindly.

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detective chunji

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