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@pswum
umkihoâ:
( 06:57pm ) đŹright??đ¤ ( 06:57pm ) đŹitâs wicked smooth ( 06:57pm ) đŹia use it to top off your mornings man ( 06:58pm ) đŹi just got home from my shift ( 06:58pm ) đŹhbu?
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@umkiho
( kkt â ë°ąę¸°í¸ ) Duuuuude ( kkt â ë°ąę¸°í¸ ) I tried out the Chivas regal 12 year you recommended? ( kkt â ë°ąę¸°í¸ ) And out of curiosity had some with my morning cuppa.... ( kkt â ë°ąę¸°í¸ ) Itâs gonna be my new go to... thanks ( kkt â ë°ąę¸°í¸ ) Anw what's up
peeper, meet popo
umsomin
sunny saturday morning with a to-go iced coffee in one hand and hot fried egg street toast in the other. he enjoys himself for the first two minutes of his standing breakfast affair, taking a long sip, taking in the chirpy scene: two elderly men squatting between a tour les jours and mom-and-pop gamjatang joint, wordlessly flicking through the same newspaper. several passersby, the likes of which include a mother asking her daughter if her curls are too tight, and a father-daughter pair holding hands. all seems right in the world.
sung digs into his sandwich as he watches a tidy woman in a pencil skirt stop to dig through her purse. she takes out a small notebook, but her wallet falls and she immediately bends over to retrieve it. sung would have averted his gaze were it not for the fact that someone already obscures his view, standing in the way to observe for himself with phone out, positioned low, and tilted suspiciously upright. subtle, man.
tucking the food in his mouth to one side, sung muffle-calls out. âmaâam?â he beckons her, then redirects his attention to the man. âsir? iâm gonna need you to hand your phone over.â
to the rescue
@geumum
âwhat do you mean, you canât?â
sheâs either hard of hearing or in denial. he repeats himself for the fourth time. âi donât know how to climb a tree, maâam.â
with one indignant hand on her hip, she spits, âisnât this part of your job?â
âiâm sure youâre thinking of something else, maâam,â like a coconut harvester, or firefighter. he frowns, thinking back to grey-tinged days when heâd scaled fence after fence like an olympic hurdler. back then, it might have translated. he might have dared to try. today, his joints are achey, heâs run out of cold-hot patches, and heâd rather just sit this one out. âanyone here who can help?â
a face emerges from the small crowd of onlookers. sung already knows where this is going.
hey friends iâd love some more threads/interactions/reasons to put sung out in the world! please reply with a petty crime or good deed ur muse has done to get a starter 8)
edit: thanks everyone, starters cominâ up
soyiâ:
( ` doesnât bother to hide the complacency that surfaces, apples of her cheeks lifting in response. funny, since when was she this easy? but i guess things are different when they come out of the mouth of someone she least expects it from. ) âthanks.â ( ` cards her fingers through long locks absently, eyes lowering to the tresses curled loosely across her chest. itâs a wig, obviously so, but she couldnât remember the last time her hair had been this long. didnât look like herself in the slightest â but thatâs the point, isnât it? ) ( ` flushes at the correction, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. did she remember wrong? was her memory starting to fail her now? ) âo-oh, sorryâofficer park.â ( ` laughs around the sheepishness that swells. ) âiâll be sure to remember that forâŚ.next time.â ( ` would there be one? why not? they were already 2/3 in terms of random run-ins. ) âoh? careful,â ( ` tone teasing, she shifts a tad more to the left to fixate on his side profile and what more she could see of him. ) âyouâre going to make me blush, officer.â ( ` wait, pause. she doesnât exactly like how that rolls on her tongue right now. ) âwhatâs your first name? if you donât mind me asking⌠i mean itâs only fair since you know mine.â ( ` flashes a grin. ) ânah, why would i lie?â ( ` when was she ever the type to? okay. at least. not here. ) âmaybe not like, something super vibrant but like a cranberry or something⌠i think itâd look very attractive on you.â
(/theyâre coming up on the station soon. thereâs a pothole just up ahead if memory serves him right. he leans easily out of the way to make a smooth turn, then turns to double check on the backâno turbulence) donât mention it. (/says, perfunctory) letâs hope this is the first and last time, miss im. (/he puts a little more thought into this one. second-time offenders donât get off easy, and anyone who says third timeâs the charm is just asking for it. itâs better that she goes on her merry way) (/the questionâor rather, the swell in her voice and the mouselike smile she offers in the rearview mirror as she asksâis as tempting as it is telling. this conversation is starting to veer off course; heâd best be setting it straight again before they arrive at the precinct) itâs sungwon. (/okay, veering dangerously off course now. her suggestion and accompanying compliment, though not entirely unexpected, is new) cranberry, huh... (/repeats, his ears set aflame a second time and he has to bring a hand up to cup them, other hand steering the car into the parking lot. he turns the car engine off) i bet youâd still stand out with plain old black hair. (/an earnest admission, one tinged with melancholy, teasing, and a laugh, as he steps out from the vehicle to escort her) watch your head. (/places his hand over the top of her wig, guiding her gently out)
whatâs the name of that rom-com again?
hyebinâ:
[...]
âHonestly? I donât think I can sleepâŚYet, I mean. Maybe after I shower later.â Carefully returning her things to the inner pocket of her bag, she tries to make out his expression in the dark.  âYou tired?â
he smacks himself lightly, twice across each cheek, to transition out of this weird interim. it works well enough, and he finds the soju-driven buzz heâd unknowingly suppressed short moments ago, and lets them re-coat his senses a second time.
returning the laugh, sungwon scratches the side of his head. he doesnât intend to ask about the other timesâany interest he had promptly projectiled out the window as quickly as projectile had splattered on his personâbut thereâs some comfort in knowing that he was the only direct victim. âthatâs⌠somehow reassuring?â heâs transparent. âprovided after this, she knows her limits. that makes my casualty pretty worthwhile, i think.â
all pretenses have left at this point; with him in his pajamas and her now barefaced, the stakes are a little different. nobodyâs trying to impress anybody anymore. between the two of them the showstopper might as well be the squishy pink headband pressing flyaway hairs on hyebinâs head.
âitâs a good look,â he comments, casually as he can manage. he tilts his head down, eyes flitting to the animal character embroidered on the headband. moving his hand down to the back of his neck, he kneads the tension away. âyeah, all that excitementâs got me wide awake now.â he laughs. âmaybe it helps that i wasnât the one dragging her body all the way over here.â
he knows heâs in for a hell of a headache if he doesnât follow up, but hyebin⌠he wasnât really keeping track of her alcohol intake, occupied instead with keeping up with (and providing retrospectively lukewarm commentary on) jieunâs list of ongoing extracurriculars. âmaybe some water?â
the kitchenâs emptyâsort of. empty of bodies, sure, but looking a lot like a hurricane just swept over with the pots and pans out on the counter and floor, bags of chips and bowls of other miscellaneous snackables tucked into every corner and nook, green glass bottles scattered everywhere but together for recycling. itâs an eyesore he tries very hard to ignore. âi take it back. iâm suddenly tired.â
but he doesnât reach for the broom. he marches straight to the fridge to take out a pitcher of chilled water, pouring out two glasses. leaning against the counter to take in the horrific view, sungwon blinks. âbefore today i didnât know anyone here except for woong.â he sounds exhausted. ânot sure if any of these assholes are worth claiming as friends.â laughing in disbelief, sungwon taps his glass. ââcept for you, maybe!â
the whole shebang
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[ 02:21am ] đŹ sooooo what? [ 02:21am ] đŹ letâs make a bigger mess đ¤
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[ 11:09pm ] đŹhow about we go on a date?
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[ 06:44pm ] đŹcan you for once just cut me some slack?[ 06:44pm ] đŹdoes it always have to be by the books you?[ 06:44pm ] đŹeven with me?
⤠/ loving/affectionate message
[ 03:13pm ] đŹhehe[ 03:13pm ] đŹyou look hot in uniform as per usual[ 09:14pm ] đŹwhenâs your break? iâll buy you coffee
â§ / drunk message
[ 10:16pm ] đŹ thisg compayn thing is so sosooo oboring [ 10:16pm ] đŹcan u come i wanan see u :([ 10:16pm ] đŹr u workign [ 10:17pm ] đŹdo in eded to call 112 and hvn them patch me trohgu to mr cute stick in te mud officer park sungwon?Â
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[ 06:03am ] đŹgmorningđi still havent slept hhhhh[ 06:03am ] đŹsend me a selca so i have strength to power through this article :-(Â
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[ 11:09pm ] đŹhow do we feel about super glue in lieu of bandaids im out of those
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[ 01:39pm ] đŹare you mad[ 01:40pm ] đŹare you really mad[ 01:40pm ] đŹim coming over
soyiâ:
âthatâs too bad.â ( ` speaking amicably, it wouldâve been nice if he had. any chance for the slightest of redemption for her image. not that it matters. when it seems as if he doesnât remember her at all. ) ( ` for now, a grain of salt she takes with a pout. ) ( ` leans back obediently at his beckoning, entertained instead by the brief glimpse of his reaction. behavior that deviated from what she had expected of him. red of his ears, nervous warble of a laugh that registers as endearing almost as quick. cute. ) âno problem, sir.â ( ` moment pause. she doesnât remember till he mentions it, metal clinking when her hand raises to touch the faux hair, laugher bubbling past glossed lips. ) âoh, yes, youâre right. ( ` combs her fingers through idly. ) i forgot about this.â ( ` at the end of the day, itâs suffocating to wear one. but that goes with the job description (it doesnât). it wasnât as if she was going to walk into any particularly shady establishment looking like she did on the norm. ) âdid i pull it off though?â ( ` questions casually, impish smile in place with the way her eyes flick over, meeting his in the rear view mirror. thereâs no particular intent, not just yet. nothing beyond the growing urge to peel back outer layers and see more of the officer in question. and whether or not she can coax another reaction out of him that didnât border stern or exasperated. ) âand, i donât knowâi happen to think youâd suit red hair very well.â
(/the mental image of him with a fiery coif doesnât sit as well as the real-life example sitting behind him) i think so. it looks cool on you. (/and heâs being honest. itâs not something that comes easily with his line of work, not when the majority of the people he encounters are themselves lacking. tit for tat. as an officer, he canât afford to bend to othersâ wills) (/but their circumstances have moved past the point where that rhetoric is warranted) itâs park, by the way. officer park. (/itâs not a big deal; hardly anyone outside of the force bothers addressing him by name and seem to prefer either âsirâ or âshitbagâ, and on one memorable occasion, âsir shitbagâ. but the fact sheâd even tried lets him unwind. just a little) frankly, i wouldnât have noticed you werenât one of the models, (/he doesnât mean to sound half as cheesy as he does) if i hadnât been called in to apprehend you. (/exhales laughter) really? (/raises both brows, disbelieving) nahhh, (/now sheâs just trying to get a free pass) now youâre just messing with me.Â
all i see is p-swum. swanky.
only the swankiest for this champ/chump
from another room
soyiâ:
( ` he doesnât recognize her. soyi processes this with substantial relief and little scraps of oddly placed disappointment she doesnât touch on. itâs normal. (itâs not) faces like hers, encounters like theirs happen daily (probably? she doesnât fucking know). doesnât matter. it doesnât change the fact that thereâs a bit more leeway now. and in this particular moment, sheâs thankful for it. ) âright.â ( ` heâs by the books. sheâs not surprised, simply fixates on not reacting to the human rat behind her. ) ( ` holds out her wrists obediently, eyes drawn to the metal that encircles them, weight that hangs off her bones. by now, sheâs a little more used it than anyone would have liked. still, the bit of dread always seems to creep up. what ifs and this or thats that soyi has long grown tired of entertaining (but it exists anyway, like a pest she canât get rid of) but, whatever. what matters is the phone pressed against her chest. and hopefully, she had made a big enough fuss that they expected nothing of her. ) âi know,â ( ` meets his eyes briefly in the rearview mirror, noting the shift in tone with a small appreciative smile. ) âwill you be conducting the questioning then?â ( ` not too worried. end of the day, she had the proof. the photos. the research. her work id. and if anything, hopefully the paperâs legal team to back her. thatâs not the issue. knowing him (after two times of a run-in now), soyi is almost sure she wonât be able to get out of this scot free. speaking of. ) âofficer,â ( ` itâs stupid. better to keep your mouth shut, soyi. but the station is nowhere close, and she takes her chance at the closest light. leaning forward further. ) ââŚkwon,â ( ` adds in an after-thought, wrists lifting to brush her finger over her upper lip. ) âyouâve got a little something thereâŚâ
(/the engine starts and they merge onto the road ahead. traffic is lighter now in the early afternoon, so the ride is smooth) itâs not under my jurisdiction, so no. (/the life of an on-call patroller has its downsides, but if things go well these next few months heâll be up for a departmental switch and a breath of fresh air. for now, sungwon sticks to cleaning up the streets) (/speak of the devil, the streets clog as soon as they traverse the bridge over to hannam and the car comes to a snail-like creep) (/from the mirror, he sees her wiggle forward) (/visibly tenses⌠wait. kwon? whereâd that come from?) (/peels his eyes from the road to his shirt to make sure he didnât swap it with someone else on accidentâsure enough, his tag still reads park) if you could please sit back, miss im. (/pulls down the car visor to check his reflection. a speck of white, sure enough. he pinches it off with index and thumb) (/grateful that she canât see his face turning tomato red, he forgets that blushing ears are a thing, too) thanks. you just reminded me iâve still got leftover dessert. (/laughs⌠cautiously) (/he really shouldnât, but conversation, even with societyâs morally ambiguous, helps to move the day along) just curious, though. thatâs not your real hair, is it? (/the only time heâs seen hair in that color and at that length has been on a stage) thatâs a hell of a color. definitely not something i could pull off. (/but howâd she look with something more natural and a mid-length cut?)
whatâs the name of that rom-com again?
hyebinâ:
[...]
âI know youâre probably not too keen on being in the same room as her again, but dâyou mind if I run out real quick to brush my teeth?â Sheâs still facing the wall. Still very decidedly not afraid of getting an eyeful of likeâŚanything. In her entire nineteen years of existence, sheâs had one boyfriend thus far, and the most PG-13 thing theyâd ever done was make out. (Badly)Â
Of all first experiences, tonight really takes the cake!
âI have a feeling Iâm gonna be up for awhile. Just in caseâŚNot that sheâll puke on you again or anything!â The thankfully untouched trash bag is hoisted above her head and supposedly at his eye-level. Hyebin hahaâs good-naturedly, but sheâs not entirely sure Sungwon would like to return the sentiment at this point.
things keep on getting better. instead of tilting his head up to his lanky friend when the door opens, sung comes eye-to-eye with jieunâs friend. in the second that it takes to register that this is, in fact, a girl standing just inches away from his bare torso, heâs hit with a hefty brick of embarrassment that straight knocks the wind out of him. he just narrowly avoids choking on his own spit.
ever the picture of grace, sungwon proceeds to snatch the duffle bag from her and unceremoniously closes the door in hyebinâs face.
âthanks,â he makes sure to (at the very least) squeak from behind the barrier. he wrangles out a clean pair of underwear from the bottom of the bag, throws on a loose t-shirt, shimmies into sweatpants. thereâs a certain method to the madness, founded on weeks of morning drills carried out by his dormitoryâs most sadistic seniors. even in his half-inebriated state, sung makes sure to check the sink (thanks, mom, for the indoctrination!). he wads up a few sheets of toilet paper to wipe the excess water off the porcelain bowl and faucet.
face flushedâfrom the steam? from the exposure? heâs not sureâsung emerges once more, relieved to find that hyebin is still by the door threshold. âsorry about that,â he offers a lopsided smile. âyou can brush your teeth now.â
he squints at the trash bag, then towards the back of the room. he gleans as much information as he can from the purple lump on the bed. âthanks for taking care of... her?â he has no idea why he bothers when theyâve only just met, but sungwon defaults to empathy. playing mother goose is never fun. he thinks to the first time taewoong had passed out drunk in his room on a school weeknight; heâd told his mother that taewoong had come down with a feverish spell and spent the rest of the night furiously scouring the web for guidance.
âdunno if youâre a night or morning shower person, but...â sungwon laughs. â... nothing beats a shower after cleaning someoneâs upchuck, right?â he shuffles to the side to give her more space. âand uh, itâs okay.â he looks around the room: dirty socks, gym shorts, sliders. itâs been less than a day and already the cramped space screams adolescent male. as much as he loves taewoong, he canât vouch for the guy nor his crop of dude-bros, chivalry be damned. âmy bedâs actually the one next to hers, so i can check to make sure sheâs doing okay.â
the realization that he may seem too eager dawns after a beatâhe backpedals, throwing his hands up. ân-not that iâd try anything weird. i just. donât think sleeping on the floor would be all that fun for you? unless you uh?â buffering, buffering. his eyes dart from the purple mass, the floor, to his bedâ âwanna take my bed?â again, sungwon has no idea why he bothers. he blames mom.
arrest me officer
if youâd take a place in the queue, please, iâll get to you shortly
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