Embrace the World's Vices

Kim Taeyeon/27/Forensic biologist

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Dropping

ahhh I’m crying

I am offically a terrible terrible person - all rotten tomatoes welcome if you’d like to throw them

I am officially dropping Taeyeon and HaHa (MY BABIES NO) because despite all the really fantastic plots I’ve constructed with everyone on this site---- I managed to lose muse for both when I went on holidays overseas. When I tried to write for both of them again, I realized my writing wasn’t as good as it could be; and damned if I send out subpar replies to everyone here.

So this whole losing muse thing... is all me I cri - please understand that it is a reflection of myself, not anything within this rp; cause frankly IT IS ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. This whole place is a gem; and the atmosphere here is so welcoming and nice, and I’m so sad to leave everyone here (I AM CRYING) Thank you so much to all the admins and their hard work, I rarely see an admin team so connected to their members, and agh - I just... love you guys pls I cri

special thanks to everyone I’ve plotted with and tremendous apologies to everyone I haven’t replied to; finished plotting with; and oh lord - haven’t even started plotting with (shakes fist at self)

sukjin (omg no i cri),jihyo (look, tears are coming out), jongup, hyunwoo (omg i CRI) cheolyong, hyerim, elkie, junhong,hyungwon, heize,heechul, minkyung,gary,jongsuk,jin, sera (T.T), jimin and zico (T^T), changseon (... shakes fist at self), jaehyo, heecheon and jennie, hyojung, jeongguk, seulgi, hyoyeon, wonwoo, mingyu,heeyeon, jinki (I CRY NO), suji,jihoon, sungkyung,

and so many more of you guys. Seriously... looking at this list makes me cry.

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❛❛ Is that supposed to be a snowman? ❜❜

Taeyeon gasped, appalled. 

“Bob the second is perfect, thank you very much!” Taeyeon cried, her arms going to her hips in defensiveness. “Like you can…do…any…better….” Taeyeon’s voice trailed off as she gazed upon Heeyeon’s beautiful snowman, complete with a carrot nose and all.

If there were a Mr Universe that consisted of only snowmen…. Heeyeon’s masterpiece would probably take the crown, and most likely not even Steve Harvey can dispute it.

Slowly, Taeyeon cricked her head towards her own…sad looking snowman, with its lumpy head stuck sideways to it’s body at a 90 degree angle, almost as if someone had twisted its neck and broke it.

“Teach me…” Taeyeon sniffled, star struck eyes fixated upon Heeyeon’s face, as her cold hands slid into Heeyeon’s own ones.

(Even though Taeyeon was a good 7 years older than Heeyeon, she become ‘unnie’ from that point on.

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❝ at this rate, we’ll be staying over night. there’s too much snow. ❞

Taeyeon gaped at sera, her little face crestfallen.

“Wahh!” Taeyeon cried. “I told you it was a bad idea to come to the labs at night!” 

(Yes, not to mention the labs were notoriously haunted [Sera: wait where did this rumor come about? Taeyeon: shhhh]

Yes, this was definitely a punishment for trying to be a workaholic. 

Dear the boss upstairs: Taeyeon was most definitely NOT a workaholic. Sera might be, but Taeyeon didn’t deserve this! Taeyeon cried not flowing rivers of tears, but cold, frozen tears form instead.

T-that’s it! Taeyeon hobbled over in her many, many layers and tried to open the front door.

Bad mistake - in seconds, heavy snow fell inside, dropping the temperature even more.

“Nooooo!” Taeyeon screamed, falling to the floor in defeat. And then as she turned to the bemused Sera, Taeyeon wormed sulkily into Sera’s lap, between Sera and her work (her one true love).

“Cuddle meee…” Taeyeon wheedled sadly, clutching onto Sera like a koala.

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❝ I just need the heat on, a bunch of blankets, and a good movie. I can watch the snow from inside. ❞

Taeyeon sniffed mournfully.

Why doesn’t anyone want to go out and play in the snow with me? Taeyeon wondered, tears cascading down her face. 

“Nini…”Taeyeon pouted, directing her sad puppy eyes towards the younger, hoping to sway her resolve.“Nnnniniii….” Taeyeon wheedled a little more, nuzzling her face onto Jennie’s back.

No luck. Determined, Taeyeon went into the kitchen before coming out with Jennie’s favorite snack, offering it up like a sacrifice.

“Pleaseee?” Taeyeon tried again, her tail wagging sadly like a dog without a bone.

(And well, if Nini refused yet again, there’s always Titanic to be watched for the 845th time.)

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My fair lady in shining armour

@miroyce

tw: sexual assault, tw: kind of….non-con (BUT RELAX IT DIDN’T GET TO THAT POINT—)

They say that no one is impervious to misfortune, but Taeyeon was the naïve soul who thought herself the exception.

And knowing this, life’s perverse humor kicked in, and so on one of Taeyeon’s many seemingly harmless midnight quests for junk food, she failed to notice that this time, a group of men were trailing after her, their intentions clear, much like a pack of wolves circling around their chosen prey for the night. Taeyeon remained oblivious, however, her attention solely focused upon the bag of goodies she brought from the corner store.

Ahhh~ I can’t believe they have a new flavor of Ben & Jerry’s!

Humming cheerfully under her breath, Taeyeon remained hopelessly unsuspecting, unaware of the unsavoury things that will befall her. Unfortunately, this ignorance will cost her greatly. As the men drew ever closer, they made their presence known as they reached out with unfriendly hands that were filthy and needy, trailing poison in their wake as one pair reached out to restrain Taeyeon’s arms, another reaching up to form a seal over her mouth. And then, as they dragged Taeyeon towards a little alleyway next to the main street, their intentions were made chillingly clear.

Taeyeon was startled, her mind whirring and getting helplessly stuck at the thought of someone’s unwelcome hands on her, and so, after a costly moment of shock, Taeyeon begun to struggle, her movements growing more panicked by each step towards the pitch darkness of the alleyway. She clawed, she bit, and oh, how she struggled – and as soon as the hands were ripped from her trembling lips, Taeyeon opened her mouth and screamed desperately, the sound shrill and full of fear. “Help! Someone Help me –“

Taeyeon only earned a hit to her face for her efforts. There were no gallant knight; no rescuer, no other responses to her struggle except for the snarls and low laughter of the men around her. Why why why whyWHY – Taeyeon could only cry, her tears running down her face in despair, and both in tenuous, broken hope and hopelessness.

“Shh. Be quiet now, lovely.” A deep voice murmured next to her ear, and Taeyeon could only sob and beg nonsensically in response. It was to no avail, Taeyeon realized as the feeling of intruding, bruising hands begun to corrode at her senses, marking a territory that was never meant to be theirs.

No matter how she struggled; no matter how much she hoped – it seemed that tonight, Taeyeon was going to shatter into little pieces, her body and mind violated beyond repair.

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.to my dearest Kim Taeyeon

Given to you at the end of long day’s work: a card and a present.

If you open them at home (wouldn’t want to be rude), you find the following:

A red card decorated with a selfie taken by Sukjin on Taeyeon’s first day on the force. Sukjin is flashing his trademark good-natured, cheerful smile and a little V-sign as he angles the camera towards them. Taeyeon mostly looks wide-eyed and confused and awed, a dorky, bright smile on her face. Snowflakes are decorating the rest of the card.

If you open it:

To my dearest Kim Taeyeon,

It has been a true honor to work with you in 2016. You brighten up the work place every day and your skills are invaluable to all of us. Your kind smile, hard work and cheerful attitude are a blessing to all your co-workers. Let’s work hard together in 2017! We’ll make our city beautiful and safe for everyone.

Even more than calling you my colleague, I count myself lucky beyond words to call you my friend. I want to take this moment to thank you for all you’ve done this year.

Thank you for all your coffee knowledge, thank you for all the cookies, thank you for the laughter. Thank you for all your hard work. Thank you for being you, Kim Taeyeon.

I will work hard to become a better commander and a better friend.

Let’s see what 2017 brings us! Fighting!

With love,

Ji Sukjin.

If you unwrap your present you will find a a brand new espresso machine, a collection of bottle with different flavors of coffee syrup (chocolate, caramel, pumpkin spice, amaretto, hazelnut) from Monin.

@jisukjinxmi

Taeyeon stared her letter in shock, her hands trembling. Slowly, she sank to her knees in front of her rickety little dining table, tears coming out her eyes like twin waterfalls. 

Unabashedly, Taeyeon begun to cry in earnest, her tears fervently fueled by her happiness and gratitude. She hadn’t expected to receive anything from Commander Sukjin - oh no he was simply way to busy for that - and just a ‘Merry Christmas, Taeyeon-ah’ from him would have made her day; and yet here, here in her hands she held a heartfelt letter from the best boss and Police Commander she ever had the pleasure to work with, and Taeyeon was touched beyond words.  

It was safe to say that the letter alone had made her year, and the coffee machine too - Commander Sukjin had made her lifetime. Taeyeon clutched at the picture of them posing together fervently, though she was careful not to ruin it in any way. As she sniffled and gasped in between her sobs uncontrollably, Taeyeon carefully stuck the picture into her scrapbook, smiling genuinely at the sight the two made.

Taeyeon never really had an affectionate father, but she’d like to think that if her father had paid more attention to her than mere head-pats and empty, meaningless conversations, she would feel this kind of happiness everyday. But now, Taeyeon thought that maybe she didn’t really mind. After all, Commander Sukjin was her father in all but name and blood; and perhaps Taeyeon wouldn’t have appreciated him as much if she had a caring father. 

No, once she had a taste of it, Taeyeon couldn’t let go of the Commander’s fatherly affections. Taeyeon wanted to stay like this forever, her clutching at his leg and gazing up at him in awe; at her role model, her father, and her friend. 

And as Taeyeon finally turned her gaze onto the beautiful, glorious coffee machine, she almost couldn’t bring herself to touch it, let alone use it. It was a precious, precious gift from Commander Sukjin after all, and she would sooner build a shrine for the machine; rather than to use it to make coffee, however much she loved the dark, liquidy substance. 

(Despite this, Taeyeon was Taeyeon, and so she eventually did open it and use it to make her coffee, mentally apologizing to Commander Sukjin all the while. But since it took her a good chunk of the year to do so, she decided that enough was enough of simply worshipping the coffee machine, and to enjoy it to the fullest before its warranty ended instead.)

Aftermath ->

After Taeyeon calmed down, she begun to panic. Due to her monetary difficulties, Taeyeon had resorted to knitting a Christmas jumper for Commander Sukjin as his gift, and now Taeyeon was regretting.

Oh no! She thought, worrying at her lip nervously, tears threatening to come out of her swollen, dry tear ducts. He gave me such an expensive gift - and I gave him a jumper.

Oh no... Taeyeon, you absolute idiot. I’m such a bad, thoughtless daughter friend.

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Bittersweet reunion

@taehyungxmi

Taeyeon hummed lightly under her breath as she pressed her little face to a shop’s window, admiring the beautiful dresses within.

Uwahh~ Taeyeon thought, dazzled as her breath fogged up the glass, though she remained ignorant of the shop keeper’s impatient face behind her. Finally, the shop keeper’s patience snapped visibly, which lead to him shoo Taeyeon away from his previously magnificently clean windows, though not before making sure she had cleaned off the fogged glass with a tissue, leaving the glass immaculate once more.

Weeping mentally, Taeyeon walked away dejectedly as she lamented at her lack of funds and her woefully empty wallet. One day! She promised herself, determined tears streaming down her face. No pain, no gain, I suppose.

It was at that moment - that split second in time where everything seemed to fade in comparison – where Taeyeon caught a glimpse of a broad back that she’d though she would never see again. It had been years since she had laid eyes on him, and he was taller – yet skinnier – his back straight and yet simultaneously defeated – but despite those little changes, there were no doubts within her mind as to who that person is.

Hoseok. Oh, how many years have passed since she was able to lay her eyes on that broad, dependable back? He left her life suddenly, so abruptly that he may have never even existed. No matter how hard her parents and Taeyeon tried to contact him, it was to no avail – he had simply faded off the grid, as if he was never there in the first place. Their parents feared that they may have lost a son – and they were right. It was clear that after countless calls that reached a terminal number with a cold, unfeeling, automated voice, that they had all lost Hoseok that day.

Taeyeon only realized that he was alive today. But perhaps just that was enough for Taeyeon. Family – family is everything to her, despite their faults, and so- and so even if Hoseok left the family willingly, his own hands the ones that cut their ties – if Taeyeon could see his face once again, and etch it into her fading memory-

Wouldn’t that be enough?

Unbidden, Taeyeon reached forward, her grasp desperate, his name tumbling out her lips, wanting, desperate-

“H-Hoseok!”

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The Beginning of the End

@jokerxmi

The sky was getting dark, and it seemed that everyone was going home for the night to have a good ole bubble bath, eat some chocolate and then go to bed. If one listened carefully, even the birds were heading home to their nests, leaving the street woefully empty.

That is… except for Taeyeon.

Yes, pray tell: why in the world was Taeyeon at the closest Starbucks to her work (and not even her usual café patron tsk, tsk Kim Taeyeon you disloyal woman), still dressed in her lab gear, dead-eyed and ringed with heavy eyebags, ordering yet another cup of coffee for the night?

Oh that’s right, because of overtime, an invention created by the devil himself to punish good, law-abiding citizens like Taeyeon.

And so, as Taeyeon mentally cried tears of pain, stumbling like a zombie up to the counter where the barista waited, Taeyeon dejectedly ordered a cup of black coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar, the bitter concoction the bane of her existence, yet something she probably needed for the impending all-nighter. Sighing, Taeyeon looked longingly at the display picture of a delicious, heavenly looking cup of mocha with astounding amounts of whipped cream, before shaking her head.

No. Bad Taeyeon.

As Taeyeon waited for her coffee to be brewed, the smell of the beans soothing to the soul, (though the black coffee was a nightmare to drink, the smell was something Taeyeon deeply appreciated.) She laid her head dejectedly upon the café table, already beyond stressed and weary before the night even started. Taeyeon sadly traced the SPD insignia on her lab coat distractedly as she mentally prepared to-do lists in her head for the night, cringing as the list almost piled upon the ground from its length. (Well ok, so perhaps Taeyeon was exaggerating, but the amount of things she had to do were no joke!)

At the sound of her name being called out, however, Taeyeon shot to the counter at astounding speeds, as her hands reached greedily for her savior: the coffee cup.

However, that was the moment where everything went wrong.

In her eagerness, the coffee had spilled, the precious, dark liquid spilling everywhere like a train-wreck, shattering Kim Taeyeon’s hopes and dreams into tiny, tiny pieces. Slowly, she sank to her knees, dramatically clutching onto her chest, wide eyes fixated with terror upon the spilled life-granting liquid.

“No…” She whispered, her pose in front of the upturned coffee cup like grief personified. As she kneeled in front of the crime scene like she would in front of a dead family member, her eyes were budding with tears that were begging to be shed.

Noooo… My coffee….

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Contact Taeyeon if you want to convert to Hyunwoo-ism.

@mixhyunwoo

As Taeyeon walked over to the Southern blot machine, a tray of still warm and liquidy electrophoresis agarose gel balanced in her hands, Taeyeon prayed to whoever was listening that she won’t drop it and stain the lab floor again, for the love of all that is holy.

(Taeyeon sniffed mournfully as she remembered scrambling guiltily around the lab floor with mountains of used paper towels not so long ago, Sera’s angrily tapping foot always within her vision.)

After several disturbingly close calls, Taeyeon finally set the gel down with a relieved sigh, her whole body – including muscles that she was sure she didn’t have – relaxed. As she turned on the heat and waited for the machine to finish, Taeyeon yawned and dazedly stared at her reflection in the window. Wow, she was an absolute mess. Well, Taeyeon sure hoped she wouldn’t meet anyone important today.

Of course, that was the day fate decided to be cruel.

At that very moment, a lab scientist poked his head in, his glasses askew. “Hey, uh, Taeyeon-ssi?” He said as he directed an uncertain thumb towards the doorway. “Lieutenant Hyunwoo from the undercover division wants to see you…” And here, he grimaced in sympathy. “I dunno what you’ve done… but I hope you come out in one piece….”

And with that ominous, and yet well-meaning parting sentence, the lab scientist scurried out of the lab, leaving Taeyeon alone, her mouth gaping and palms sweaty.

Lieutenant Hyunwoo asked for me? Me, Kim Taeyeon??? Taeyeon thought, all the blood rushing to her face as she let out an window-shattering squeal.

Taeyeon had idolized Lieutenant Hyunwoo ever since she entered the SPD, his fierce expression and capable attitude had her star-struck the first time she saw his frown, awed by his intimidating and commanding presence. I-I want to be like him when I grow up! Taeyeon thought, determined to adopt Hyunwoo-ism as her personal religion and way of life.

(Of course, in her own clumsy and yet weird way, Taeyeon had taken to copy his admirable grumpy expression in a strangely adorable way to seem tough in the intimidating workplace; though arguably, she just seemed pouty instead.)

I-I don’t want my hero to see me like this! Taeyeon cried, rushing to comb her hair with a clean fork that she packed for lunch. A-am I in trouble? Oh no! What if Lieutenant Hyunwoo hates me now… Oh no, I am despicable…huhuhu...

And of course, in accordance with her string of bad luck, as Taeyeon all but sprinted towards his office, she tripped and fell over in a nervous heap in front of his office, though her flailing foot accidentally opened the door with an ominous ‘click’.

Crickets chirped as Taeyeon looked up Hyunwoo, her feet in the air, the left side of her face pressed to the floor.

Mindless of her throbbing face, Taeyeon sprung up and gave a rigid and yet amazingly sloppy salute, quaking so hard in her shoes until  she was all but vibrating.

“K-k-k-Kim T-Taeyeon reporting… S-sir!”

[ot9nopsd]

yoonsgi

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❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜

Taeyeon’s head snapped towards Hyo, her eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Funnily enough, her cheeks were bulging with something… suspiciously cookie shaped.

Taeyeon gulped from the weight of Hyo’s stare, and failed to swallow the evidence of her guilt away.

“I’b sowwy.” Taeyeon whimpered. “I’bl puet a Statna suiat om?”

(I’m sorry. I’ll put a Santa suit on?)

As Taeyeon shrunk under Hyo’s gaze, she wondered if it was too late for her to go and fish the saliva covered cookie out of her mouth and put it back on the plate.

Ok, maybe not.

And so, that was how Taeyeon came up with the brilliant idea of stuffing a cookie in Hyo’s mouth, before running for the hills. 

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❛❛ Remember when you caught on fire last year? That was fun. ❜❜

Taeyeon choked on her precious coffee, the holy liquid spilling out of her nose from the force of her surprise.(For the love of all that’s mocha, can everyone just stop bringing the fire incident up???)

“Jongkook-oppa…” Taeyeon wheedled, sad comical tears spilling out of her eyes. “That was definitely a screaming-my-head-off-I’m-going-to-die-save-me-holy-crap moment…” And here, she leveled an accusing finger at his face, her eyes wide and irritated. “And you just sat there taking pictures!”

Taeyeon punched his suit clad chest in anger. (And then promptly nursed her aching and probably broken fist - was he made from marble?????)

“And then you hung all of those pictures on the SPD Christmas tree!” Taeyeon cried, pointing a finger at the gigantic tree in the station’s reception area, featuring Taeyeon’s panicked expression and fiery behind at the very top. (And also conveniently out of Taeyeon’s reach, funny that.)

But that wasn’t the worst of it. On the top of the tree, a certain someone had wrote: “Twas lit.”

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A peasant meeting the King

@mijaehyo

Taeyeon was in the middle of enjoying her morning Mocha (read: going through the transformation from Gollum from Lord of the Rings back to a normal human being again), when she noticed him.

Taeyeon’s mouth fell slack, her precious coffee slipping out of her mouth in a slow, surprised waterfall. I-isn’t that … ‘The King’, aka. Taeyeon’s favorite tabloid writer of all time?

Oh. My. Mocha.

Taeyeon froze, her eyes sparkling with stunned tears as she observed his form. From her extensive…research (aka. Stalking) of her favorite idol journalist of all time, Taeyeon had been able to find pictures of his back, his side profile, and some of his face covered by a surgical mask. That had been enough information for Taeyeon’s fangirl heart to immediately recognize the journalist in her local coffee shop, however.

No, Taeyeon’s never been the type to fangirl over the idols one saw on TV nowadays, but when it came to a man who knew his way around words, all the while supplying all the captivating gossip and various stories – Taeyeon was absolutely SOLD.

She immediately snapped to action: tidying her hair and clothing, finding and brushing off the stray bits of toothpaste here and there, making herself presentable for… meeting her idol.

(And here,.. Taeyeon screamed shrilly within her mind, an uncontrollable blush on her face.)

Trembling with excitement and nervousness, Taeyeon shakily fished out a pen from the bottom of her bag, hoping to whoever’s listening upstairs that it had a least enough ink for a signature and a love heart left, along with a nearby napkin, which she clutched to her chest nervously, her heart beating a staccato symphony against her rib cage.

And so Taeyeon tripped her way under she landed in front of the journalist, her leg inexplicably turning into jelly, the sight of his handsome features bound her tongue into knots.

“H-hello!” She squeaked, her voice high and reedy with awe. (Oh my gosh ohmygosh he’s a real human being – I can reach out and touch him OHMYGOSH)

“I-I’m a big fan of the K-king’s work!” Taeyeon stage-whispered, selfishly hoping that no one else will come by and notice her idol and steal his attention away from her.

“A-and oppa – “ Truth be told, Taeyeon didn’t know whether or not he was older than her or not, but as she gazed up his towering height and handsome features, Taeyeon could care less.

“P-please sign!” Taeyeon brandished the napkin in front of his eyes, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

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Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice... shame on me, right?

@zicomi

Ahhh, what a beautiful day! Taeyeon smiled up at the gloomy, cloudy skies whilst she breathed in the somewhat dusty air of Seoul with relish. And then promptly hacked her lung out, because boy, that dust stuff’s not too great for the body.

But that didn’t deter the great Kim Taeyeon one single bit as she skipped out of her rickety old apartment complex, happiness etched upon her face. Like every other blue moon where Taeyeon woke up earlier than usual to make her own mocha with way more whipped cream than what was recommended (read: 1 entire can); she was feeling lighter than a hot air balloon without an anchor.

But then her confident stride faltered and she promptly doubled back - she forgot to lock her door, the silly goose. Taeyeon walked down again after locking her door, this time with a determined fist pump. Seize the day, Kim Taeyeon!

On her second attempt to go to work, Taeyeon caught the eye of a sad looking man dressed in tattered clothing as she skipped past an alleyway. Taeyeon paused, inexplicable sadness filling her heart. “Are you ok, Mister?” She said as she bent down in front of him. The man jerked, before grabbing onto the front of her shirt, his eyes filling with tears as he wove a woeful tale of a once successful businessman whose wife cheated on him and left with everything he had. Taeyeon gasped, her heart breaking into tiny pieces. “Oh no!” She exclaimed, before fishing out her wallet at his request. She shoved some notes into his hand, her little face determined. “Take this please, mister! I hope you’ll be able to pick yourself up soon!” And so, Taeyeon grasped his hands with optimism, oblivious to the con artist’s glee at such an easy target.

Happy to have helped someone in their time of ‘need’, Taeyeon once again resumed her journey to work, her pace faster in hopes of making it on time. This time, however, she was stopped by a fortune teller, her crystal ball glistening ominously. “Little girl,” the fortune teller rasped. (And here, Taeyeon sweat-dropped – she was 27, definitely not a little girl in anyone’s books–) “I forsee that your love life will be very barren this year.” The fortune teller continued, her voice confident. At once, Taeyeon’s mouth dropped open, all other thoughts banished from her mind. “Oh no! Ahjumma, what should I do?” Taeyeon cried, despondent tears forming at the corner of her eyes. Am I doomed to remain forever single? Little Taeyeon cried as she took a mournful sip of her mocha, her salty tears sadly counteracting the sweet taste. Why is nothing going right – in the first few days of the new year nevertheless? So when the ahjumma offered Taeyeon some little love trinkets, Taeyeon happily brought them all for exorbitant prices, hoping that in doing so, her love life will vastly improve.

Maybe I’ll finally meet Lee Minho, the actor from the Heirs! Taeyeon swooned, arms full of little trinkets. With all of these, surely I’ll be able meet the love of my life! Eyes twinkling, Taeyeon entered the police station, waving cheerful greetings to all of its officers.

“Kim Taeyeon, reporting for duty!” She said as she gave a laughably sloppy salute to the receptionist, oblivious to the blatant amusement of nearby officers.

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Short & Sweet  [ PJM / KTY ]

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mixparkjimin:

[…]

He cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back, puffing his chest out a bit. “I’ve been wanting to introduce myself,” he stated. It was true, but the circumstances were not ideal. There were apparently a few guys in his department that also wanted to introduce themselves to the pretty, new forensic team member but somehow Jimin had been the one forcibly nominated to check things out. 

“I’m Jimin. Park Jimin.”

On this fine, sunny morning, Taeyeon was spending her time wisely by staring at the lab wall mindlessly, her mind travelling in outer space whilst she waited for her sequencing machine to signal its completion.

Taeyeon had forgotten her lunch today, so she’ll have to make do with cafeteria food. I wonder if the cafeteria will have kimchi soup today, Taeyeon thought, her blank eyes wide and mouth gaping even wider, entirely fixated at on something invisible on her wall even as a scuffle commenced outside of the lab. Or maybe meat… Beef…? Slowly but surely, a dribble of drool slipped out of Taeyeon’s fly catcher-esque mouth, her dreamy eyes sparkling at the mere thought.

Mmm… Beef…

Suddenly, stumbling footsteps signifying the presence of a visitor to her lab startled Taeyeon out of her musings. As she turned around to check on her guest, Taeyeon was unexpectedly blinded by something impossibly bright. A charmingly uniform-clad man with the most sparkly visage she’d ever seen had stepped into the lab, his posture admirably straight and disciplined, chest cutely puffed out.

(Taeyeon had to swallow her squeal.)

“Hello, officer Jimin!” Taeyeon cried, eyes sparkling with wonder. Whaaa… How cool! Taeyeon had never seen such a cute policeman before, let alone one that was so… sparkly. “I’m Kim Taeyeon, the new head of Trace! It’s really nice to meet you!” She beamed as she eagerly extended a hand for Officer Jimin to shake.

Oh, if Jimin said he had been planning to introduce himself to her…then…this must mean he wants to be friends with Taeyeon! Oh, Taeyeon had always wanted to be friends with a capable and tough policeman, so maybe today was the day!

“Ah! You’re so adorable!” Taeyeon exclaimed as she clasped her hands dreamily next to her face. “How old are you? You must be younger than me, right? Aw, I’ve always wanted to be a noona!”

[seraxmi]

spreading a little holiday cheer:-

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seraxmi:

[...]

It was already dark outside, and the lab was mostly quiet due to people taking days off to prepare for the festivities. But there she was, testing different shoes against a shoe print found in one scene when she noticed Taeyeon approaching.

“Hey, Tae.” She greeted, smiling, though still looking at the different shoe prints all the shoes she had collected produced.

Taeyeon couldn’t believe this.

No wait. It’s Sera. Well, then in that case, Taeyeon could totally believe that she’s squandered herself in the lab again, when she could be doing something so much more fun – like coming with Taeyeon, her bestest, most awesome friend to the Market, and consuming their own body weight in street food.

Mmmm… and if she concentrated, Taeyeon could almost smell the savory and sweet sauces in the air, beckoning her towards the direction of the market. But no. That will come later. (And here, Taeyeon patted her stomach in apology as she strode towards the lab doors with fiery intent.)

First, Taeyeon’s mission was to infect Sera with some festive cheer.

(Fighting!!!! Taeyeon yelled as she held up a fist in a war cry. Beside her, some previously lethargic birds were rudely startled out of their resting spots from the shrill exclamation. Taeyeon, of course, jumped out of her skin at the sound, and for months to come, Taeyeon was so spooked that she didn’t dare to walk around at night, convinced that the lab had a bat infestation.)

Taeyeon unabashedly ran the last few steps into the lab, just in case any monsters were chasing after her. Well,  just to be sure, you know?

“D-don’t you ‘Hey, Tae’, me!” Taeyeon cried, puffing up her cheeks like a hamster in a sorry attempt to look intimidating. “Why are you holed up – here, where it’s quiet and spooky nevertheless – when the Christmas spirit is going around, you silly goose?”

(And as a person who thrives on social interaction, to the point where just being alone grated holes in her soul, Taeyeon simply couldn’t comprehend how Sera could stand to be alone by herself, in this big, woefully empty lab. Doesn’t the silence grate on her poor friend’s mind? But no matter, Taeyeon decided. She was here now! And Sera won’t be alone anymore! They always say to spend Christmas holidays with those you love, and Sera definitely and absolutely qualified.

No, there would be little else that would make Taeyeon happier. After all, she was the type of person who loved to chat even when she was supposed to be hard at work, to the ire of her weary lab-mates. But Sera…Sera always answered her patiently, only prompting Taeyeon to check on the machines for results every once in a while, whilst everyone else lashed at Taeyeon with exasperated words. And in return, Taeyeon loved Sera with the force of every little cardiac muscle in her body.)

“Come on then, let’s go! You promised to buy me food 1 month, 2 weeks, 3 days and 4 hours ago!” Taeyeon cried gleefully as she reached for Sera’s hand, mindless of whatever Sera had been working on. (Though of course, Taeyeon was still careful to not ruin Sera’s results, for she was still the Head of Trace evidence; however airheaded she may seem.)

“And you bet I’m going to sample one of everything at the market!” Taeyeon cried in joy, dragging Sera along with her towards the direction of the market lights like little fireworks in the sky.