sin by silence

courage is grace under fire.

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their little non-rendezvous.

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her little ‘I miss you’ was a key to unlock his heart, and seungho grew up and weak against it. he returned her presence with a smile and gentle rub on her head, despite acting like he was vexed of her being earlier. he loosened the apron and folded it. “there’s no such thing as leftover for you,” he sneered, keeping the atmosphere playful. “Uncle would gladly give you the premium one. Right, Uncle?” seungho looked over his shoulder, addressing the middle-aged man behind the counter on the very back of the room. he gave the youngsters a big thumbs up, suddenly all cheery because hyebin was stopping by. luckily, she brought in a good news tonight. at least for both of them, it was something worth to be celebrated. “congratulations! I guess coming here is the best choice you made for tonight,” he pulled a grin, beckoning toward the empty table far from the front door. it was a good spot for them to shelter from the cold weather, even though it was already spring. the round metal table was clean, with stools stacked on one corner. he took three and lined them up around the table. “wait here, I’ll bring the food for you.”

even though there was an absence of each others’ presence for two years–because of seungho’s military service–it was easy to pick up the familiarity between them again when they made time for it. there were many gaps he wished for her to fill them in, but too many reasons for seungho to stay quiet about it. how he gained more information of his father’s death, and how he took the opposite path of her to find the true justice. she was a police, the exact definition of fighting crimes and injustice. meanwhile, seungho decided to work under the shadow and seek for the truth with his own method–being part of the criminals. it was a secret and the very last thing he wanted hyebin to know; seungho was into his thoughts in the backyard, preparing a jar of burning briquettes for her late dinner. he used the pincers to clamp on the heated bowl and carried it to the table in quick steps, dropping it on the hole at the center and covered it with a tray. his uncle came over with a plate of raw meat, neatly sliced with drools inducing marbles of fat and fresh flesh of quality meat. side dishes, vegetables and two shot glasses were coming after.

seungho took a seat next to her and immediately filled their tiny cups with clear liquid of soju. “so, what kind of crime did you block today?”

‘Hey!’ Though loud, her voice rings with laughter. It is nothing out of the ordinary, really, and perhaps that is exactly one of the reasons she had always been so comfortable around Seungho. She fruitlessly ducks her head in response to his actions, hands quickly moving to fix whatever part of her hair the elder had ruined. ‘What if I were to meet a nice guy tonight? I won’t stand a chance anymore!’ The glare that is shot into his direction comes with a grin that she cannot seem to fight against. It is quite obvious that she was joking; if not for the way in which she had been near sing-songing her words, then certainly the brightness of her eyes would have easily given her away. It was unlike Hyebin to get upset over something quite as petty. Frankly speaking, she’d consider his actions rather endearing, if not for the fact that they made her feel like a child (what was it with the men in her life treating her that way?)

Does that really bother her? No. Not right at that moment, at least. Instead she finds herself watching her friend as he leaves the room for a moment, ignoring the demanding rumble inside of her stomach. Unlike Seungho, she has always been entirely unaware of the differences between the pair of them—oblivious, perhaps. Not for a second does she even begin to question his background, or the many lies he has told her about his whereabouts. To her, he is simply Seungho, one of her closest friends. What else could she expect from him, when all he ever did was take care of her (even though he shouldn’t; she could take care of herself perfectly well). Another flash of her teeth is what the male is met with when he returns to their table, only barely managing to stop herself from drooling over the tasty food. ‘This looks amazing!’ she exclaims, followed by a few thankful words that are aimed at the man in the kitchen. She then faces Seungho once more, and cheerfully picks up one of the cups.

‘I can’t tell you about the crime I blocked. It’s a secet,’ Hyebin teasingly continues, impatiently clinking her glass against his, ‘but I am pretty sure I saved Seoul today!’

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their little non-rendezvous.

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for @hyebinmi | ‘he just can’t say no to her’

For months he had been working at Daegujib, literally meaning ‘House of Daegu’; a grilled house belonged to his uncle from his mother’s line, Han Seungho began to realize that some days and weeks could give him time to breathe the air when workload became less and there were not much meat to serve on the tables. every mid-week of a new month, that is, where workers were too broke to buy expensive meat and took their comrades for a company gathering. Or a group of middle-aged women stopped by after a dinner show, gossiping about the hunk or their annoying husbands and children (sometimes, repeatedly telling Seungho to get himself a good wife). Or a lonely man (or woman), who would eat alone a bowl of cold noodles with bottles of soju, getting irresponsibly drunk. Seungho was fond of the nights when he didn’t have to work overtime, going home or out with his friends without smelling like a smoked beef. and today, he had a plan to sleep early. he was looking forward for tomorrow’s news, about an opening night for the new set of ancient jewelry displayed  at the museum. 

it was until he heard a soft clink from the door. “I’m sorry, we’re already–” he stopped midway of his sentence, just to break into an annoyance when Seungho recognized the face. “…close.” he was done cleaning the last table, when Hyebin showed up at the door, looking messy–but still cute–in her outfits. Looking over his shoulder, Seungho read the time hanging on the wall. It was one minute past to ten at night. “Thanks so much, song hyebin. You came on time for my overtime,” he sarcastically spoke, rubbing his hands against the apron. It was good to see her, but he would prefer it if they could meet on different time and place. Seungho smiled. “Want some drink?”

It is without effort that Hyebin returns her friend’s irritation with a bright smile of her own, not in the least bit bothered by his banter. In fact, all that she does is place her hands over her stomach and playfully jut out her lower lip. ‘Right on time before I starved to death. Seungho-yah, do you still have some leftovers in the kitchen? Please?’ A rather shameless question to ask, but she doesn’t think much of it. She cannot even recall exactly how long it had been since the pair of them had become friends, and neither can she recall much of her life before meeting him. Out of all her friends, she was positive that she had not only known Seungho the longest, but that she had also been the closest to him. Needless to say, did not think much about being a bit late and possibly having annoyed him just a little bit. After all, that was what friends and family were for.

Another smile on her part. She nods at him, eyes quickly taking in her surroundings. Four months, and yet she had only managed to visit him at his job twice. Cons of working at the police station, she figured. ‘I do, and you should have one too. We haven’t talked in forever and I miss you.’ Maybe she was exaggerating just a little bit, but her words had been truthful nonetheless. Spending time with Seungho had always done her well, and she was dying to catch up with him. ‘Did you know? I caught my first criminal!’ Somebody who had not parked their car in a rightful place, but who really needed to know that? It was irrelevant information. They had broken the law, and Hyebin had been there to prevent it from happening again. Disaster prevention at its finest. ‘We should celebrate!’

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( Plotting request below the cut! ) 

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jisoo x 1st look

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❝ It’s a problem, I get it. ❞

A spark of hope lights up the agent’s eyes, some of the built-up tension finally daring to let go. Too premature, definitely. There’s much of a difference between the voicing of words and the way in which Hyebin takes them in; less paying attention to the stranger’s attitude and more to what had actually been said. It had been the furthest she had gotten since approaching her. All had seemed so easy from afar—how bad could it be? The lady had been on her own, and she had been certain that it wouldn’t be very hard to convince her to move her car.

Unfortunately, she had been wrong.

Wrong to assume that things were going to be easy just because the woman had not seemed to be much of a troublemaker. In fact, Hyebin much rather she had been compared to the fierce aura that radiated from her instead. Her own voice hadn’t come out quite as confident as expected when she had called the lady to a halt, not to mention how awfully small she felt when she was met with a pair of catlike eyes that just about screamed impatience. No doubt, she had been in a hurry. The officer even considered letting her off for a moment; to pretend not to have seen a thing—but she knows that every step she takes during her training is being watched and that she cannot screw up. Not again. It’s a simple task, she can do this (but can this woman just please listen and move her car?)

‘Really?’ Her voice rises, and even in the one word she speaks, there is that same sense of hope again. ‘Thank you for being so understanding.’ Give her a fine; it echoes in the back of her head, but only shows itself to the outer world in the form of a rather nervous smile. Certainly, she wouldn’t have to hand out one, if the elder would move her car right now, would she? ‘There are a lot of parking spots a few streets away from here,’ she continues instead, motioning towards the other side of the road, ‘you can park your car there. It’s only a few minutes of walking.’

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( Plotting request below the cut! ) 

Can someone (gang member) do a plot with me where they trick Hyebin into helping them move stolen goods (or something similar, as long as it’s illegal), by telling her that they can’t do it by themselves. Could either be the truth or your muse just fooling around with her because they’re bored/hate the police/etc. 

We could write either the thread where they’d go around stealing, or the follow-up thread where she’ll cross paths with your muse again and !!! I can’t believe you did that, I am afraid I’ll have to take you to the office.

Additionally, a thread with someone from the SPD who might have seen it happen and call her out on it would be nice too :^) )

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❝ You’re too attached. ❞

‘I am not.’

It is without thinking that the words spill from her lips, a hand immediately flying up in the air to cover her own mouth in shock. She had never meant to talk back to a superior, let alone to strike back so defensively. Guaranteed, Hyunwoo had merely been trying to help her—she had never dared to do so much as question his intentions. In a way, she idolized the man quite a bit, aiming to become as successful as him someday. Perhaps that was exactly why her words had come out rather brusquely; she wanted to impress, not the other way around. If he told her that she was too attached, she should have taken his words for it. She wanted to, honestly, but the kidnapping had always been a sensitive topic, and today was no different. However, Hyebin was convinced that it was that exact same topic that had always driven her to perfection (far to be found).

( Silence. )

A puzzled look becomes clear on her features, her attention seemingly having wandered elsewhere. Would it be best to apologise for her attitude, or would it be better to try and convince the man of her determination? Said debate echoes loud and clear in the back of her head, eyebrows furrowing without her notice. Fleeting ability to focus; it had always been a weakness of hers. ‘I want to solve her case someday,’ Hyebin eventually speaks, making sure to not come across as defensive again, ‘but I don’t want to join the undercover force just because of that. There are many reasons, actually,’ she tells him, wishing that he will not ask for her to elaborate on those reasons (because really, she had yet to come up with a few solid ones). ‘It motivates me to get better.’

And all of that is completely besides the point; has nothing to do with her actual attachment to Subin’s case—but how does one convince another when they do not even begin to understand the real issue at hand? (She certainly does not)

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❝ You never talk about it, why? ❞

Embarrassing. The pale of her cheeks had started glowing a soft pink once again, as it always seemed to do at the mention of her senior. It goes beyond her notice that the elder had merely been playing around, fingers curling idly around the edges of her uniform. ‘I don’t know who started that rumor, but it isn’t true.’ Words that do not seem to be convincing whatsoever; everything about Hyebin screams liar, liar. Frankly, she does not want to lie to the female—but to admit to the accusation? Never.

Alright, so she may have developed a teeny tiny crush on her superior. There was no need for her colleagues to find out, no matter how much the rookie officer respected them. If anything, she had only ever told her best friend about that handsome SWAT officer who often seemed a bit too grumpy for someone with his looks. Not anyone at the SPD. Never at the SPD. Not only would it be uncomfortable to have them find out about it (and honestly, she had not been that obvious, had she?), it would also only be a matter of time until her brother would hear of it. That, for one, was something she highly preferred not to happen.

‘He is too old for me,’ are her final words, but the last syllable has only barely managed to escape her lips when realisation hits her. Her eyes widen in shock, hands coming up to dismiss all that had just been spoken. ‘Just for me. Not in general. You’re not that old. I mean, you are not old at all, and neither is he. I’m just very young and I—‘ A deep bow of her head follows, lips quickly pressing shut. ‘Sorry.’

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how to (not) impress your senior

It had been the last of her intentions, to be quite frank. In fact, all of it had seemed to be the perfect opportunity to impress her senior. The reality, however, had turned out to be quite the opposite.

‘No, no, I didn’t mean to—‘ The words come quickly, her gaze catching his at the very same moment. A tingling sensation in her cheeks; she was certain they had turned bright red within seconds. It took all her willpower not to tear her eyes away from him again. Not very often did she find herself alone with the man, and the few times she did weren’t supposed to go this badly. Perhaps she had been a tad bit too defensive, but who could really blame her? Moonsik, as attractive as he was (and that could as well be the killer point), had been rather intimidating from the start.

Silence falls, and her mind wanders. Wishing she had chosen her words a bit more carefully; thinking of the best way to make herself look better. The result, however, comes out in the form of silence and a gaze that is far too intense to her own liking. It takes almost fifteen seconds before Hyebin realises she had been staring the man down (how wonderful), and instead of apologising for her attitude like any normal person would have done, she blurts out the first words that come to mind. ‘I really like your eyes.’

Shoot.

‘That’s not what I meant to say! I mean, not that your eyes aren’t nice, but—‘ Her cheeks are burning at this point, and the comment about her brother had only barely started to sink in. ‘He taught me well, I’ll do better next time,’ she blabbers, hastily grabbing the papers that she had handed in earlier. ‘It won’t happen again.'

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i’m so clueless with these introduction posts but OK HERE WE GO 

Hello, and thank you all for the welcomes that I’ve had so far! I’m not quite satisfied with the way I put my background story on screen, but i’ll focus on that later ( i just really wanted to send in my app today 8( )

ANYWAY, so long story short, my muse is a rookie officer who wishes to become an undercover agent someday. unfortunately for her, she is way too naive to actually do this. tell her something kind and she’ll most likely fall for it. her sister was kidnapped many, many years ago and has never been found again. (hence why she wants to go undercover and find out). her brother still watches her every movement and makes sure that she won’t do anything stupid (good luck on that). meanwhile, her father is very important at the SPD, yet also quite good in covering up any kind of shady business the government may or may not be involved in. 

her brother (the muse) will actually also be applying next week! ; u ; so if anyone is interested in plots that involve multiple people-- be my guest. i’m sort of falling asleep so here’s a plot page that i just made, and i’ll do my best to think of more once I wake up! ( also excuse typos on this page i’ve literally been dozing while writing this up : ‘ ) )

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