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umkiho‌:

( 06:57pm ) 💬right??🤗 ( 06:57pm ) 💬it’s wicked smooth  ( 06:57pm ) 💬ia use it to top off your mornings man ( 06:58pm ) 💬i just got home from my shift ( 06:58pm ) 💬hbu?

( kkt — 백기호 ) Wish I had whipped cream but that’d be way too indulgent for a weekday lol ( kkt — 백기호 ) Nice ( kkt — 백기호 ) I’m just waiting for my rice to finish

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( kkt — 백기호 ) Duuuuude ( kkt — 백기호 ) I tried out the Chivas regal 12 year you recommended? ( kkt — 백기호 ) And out of curiosity had some with my morning cuppa.... ( kkt — 백기호 ) It’s gonna be my new go to... thanks ( kkt — 백기호 ) Anw what's up

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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. “ma’am?” he beckons her, then redirects his attention to the man. “sir? i’m gonna need you to hand your phone over.”

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“what do you mean, you can’t?”

she’s either hard of hearing or in denial. he repeats himself for the fourth time. “i don’t know how to climb a tree, ma’am.”

with one indignant hand on her hip, she spits, “isn’t this part of your job?”

“i’m sure you’re thinking of something else, ma’am,” like a coconut harvester, or firefighter. he frowns, thinking back to grey-tinged days when he’d 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, he’s run out of cold-hot patches, and he’d rather just sit this one out. “anyone here who can help?”

a face emerges from the small crowd of onlookers. sung already knows where this is going.

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hey friends i’d 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 comin’ up

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soyi‌:

( ` doesn’t 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. ) “thanks.” ( ` cards her fingers through long locks absently, eyes lowering to the tresses curled loosely across her chest. it’s a wig, obviously so, but she couldn’t remember the last time her hair had been this long. didn’t look like herself in the slightest — but that’s the point, isn’t it? ) ( ` flushes at the correction, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. did she remember wrong? was her memory starting to fail her now? ) “o-oh, sorry—officer park.” ( ` laughs around the sheepishness that swells. ) “i’ll be sure to remember that for….next time.” ( ` would there be one? why not? they were already 2/3 in terms of random run-ins. ) “oh? careful,” ( ` tone teasing, she shifts a tad more to the left to fixate on his side profile and what more she could see of him. ) “you’re going to make me blush, officer.” ( ` wait, pause. she doesn’t exactly like how that rolls on her tongue right now. ) “what’s your first name? if you don’t mind me asking… i mean it’s only fair since you know mine.” ( ` flashes a grin. ) “nah, why would i lie?” ( ` when was she ever the type to? okay. at least. not here. ) “maybe not like, something super vibrant but like a cranberry or something… i think it’d look very attractive on you.”

(/they’re coming up on the station soon. there’s 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 back—no turbulence) don’t mention it. (/says, perfunctory) let’s hope this is the first and last time, miss im. (/he puts a little more thought into this one. second-time offenders don’t get off easy, and anyone who says third time’s the charm is just asking for it. it’s better that she goes on her merry way) (/the question—or rather, the swell in her voice and the mouselike smile she offers in the rearview mirror as she asks—is as tempting as it is telling. this conversation is starting to veer off course; he’d best be setting it straight again before they arrive at the precinct) it’s 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 you’d 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)

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what’s the name of that rom-com again?

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hyebin‌:

[...]

“Honestly?  I don’t think I can sleep…Yet, I mean.  Maybe after I shower later.” Carefully returning her things to the inner pocket of her bag, she tries to make out his expression in the dark.   “You tired?”

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 he’d 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 doesn’t intend to ask about the other times—any interest he had promptly projectiled out the window as quickly as projectile had splattered on his person—but there’s some comfort in knowing that he was the only direct victim. “that’s… somehow reassuring?” he’s transparent. “provided after this, she knows her limits. that makes my casualty pretty worthwhile, i think.”

all pretenses have left at this point; with him in his pajamas and her now barefaced, the stakes are a little different. nobody’s trying to impress anybody anymore. between the two of them the showstopper might as well be the squishy pink headband pressing flyaway hairs on hyebin’s head.

“it’s a good look,” 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. “yeah, all that excitement’s got me wide awake now.” he laughs. “maybe it helps that i wasn’t the one dragging her body all the way over here.”

he knows he’s in for a hell of a headache if he doesn’t follow up, but hyebin… he wasn’t really keeping track of her alcohol intake, occupied instead with keeping up with (and providing retrospectively lukewarm commentary on) jieun’s list of ongoing extracurriculars. “maybe some water?”

the kitchen’s empty—sort 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. it’s an eyesore he tries very hard to ignore. “i take it back. i’m suddenly tired.”

but he doesn’t 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. “before today i didn’t know anyone here except for woong.” he sounds exhausted. “not sure if any of these assholes are worth claiming as friends.” laughing in disbelief, sungwon taps his glass. “‘cept for you, maybe!”

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[ 02:21am ] 💬 sooooo what? [ 02:21am ] 💬 let’s make a bigger mess 🤗

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[ 11:09pm ] 💬how about we go on a date?

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[ 06:44pm ] 💬can you for once just cut me some slack?[ 06:44pm ] 💬does it always have to be by the books you?[ 06:44pm ] 💬even with me?

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[ 03:13pm ] 💬hehe[ 03:13pm ] 💬you look hot in uniform as per usual[ 09:14pm ] 💬when’s your break? i’ll buy you coffee

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[ 10:16pm ] 💬 thisg compayn thing is so sosooo oboring [ 10:16pm ] 💬can  u come i wanan see u :([ 10:16pm ] 💬r u workign [ 10:17pm ] 💬do in eded to call 112 and hvn them patch me trohgu to mr cute stick in te mud officer park sungwon? 

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[ 06:03am ] 💬gmorning💓i still havent slept hhhhh[ 06:03am ] 💬send me a selca so i have strength to power through this article :-( 

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[ 11:09pm ] 💬how do we feel about super glue in lieu of bandaids im out of those

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[ 01:39pm ] 💬are you mad[ 01:40pm ] 💬are you really mad[ 01:40pm ] 💬im coming over

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soyi‌:

“that’s too bad.” ( ` speaking amicably, it would’ve 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 doesn’t 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. ) “no problem, sir.” ( ` moment pause. she doesn’t remember till he mentions it, metal clinking when her hand raises to touch the faux hair, laugher bubbling past glossed lips. ) “oh, yes, you’re right. ( ` combs her fingers through idly. ) i forgot about this.” ( ` at the end of the day, it’s suffocating to wear one. but that goes with the job description (it doesn’t). it wasn’t as if she was going to walk into any particularly shady establishment looking like she did on the norm. ) “did i pull it off though?” ( ` questions casually, impish smile in place with the way her eyes flick over, meeting his in the rear view mirror. there’s 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 didn’t border stern or exasperated. ) “and, i don’t know—i happen to think you’d suit red hair very well.”

(/the mental image of him with a fiery coif doesn’t sit as well as the real-life example sitting behind him) i think so. it looks cool on you. (/and he’s being honest. it’s 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 can’t afford to bend to others’ wills) (/but their circumstances have moved past the point where that rhetoric is warranted) it’s park, by the way. officer park. (/it’s not a big deal; hardly anyone outside of the force bothers addressing him by name and seem to prefer either “sir” or “shitbag”, and on one memorable occasion, “sir shitbag”. but the fact she’d even tried lets him unwind. just a little) frankly, i wouldn’t have noticed you weren’t one of the models, (/he doesn’t mean to sound half as cheesy as he does) if i hadn’t been called in to apprehend you. (/exhales laughter) really? (/raises both brows, disbelieving) nahhh, (/now she’s just trying to get a free pass) now you’re just messing with me. 

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soyi‌:

( ` he doesn’t recognize her. soyi processes this with substantial relief and little scraps of oddly placed disappointment she doesn’t touch on. it’s normal. (it’s not) faces like hers, encounters like theirs happen daily (probably? she doesn’t fucking know). doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change the fact that there’s a bit more leeway now. and in this particular moment, she’s thankful for it. ) “right.” ( ` he’s by the books. she’s 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, she’s 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 can’t 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. ) “i know,” ( ` meets his eyes briefly in the rearview mirror, noting the shift in tone with a small appreciative smile. ) “will you be conducting the questioning then?” ( ` not too worried. end of the day, she had the proof. the photos. the research. her work id. and if anything, hopefully the paper’s legal team to back her. that’s not the issue. knowing him (after two times of a run-in now), soyi is almost sure she won’t be able to get out of this scot free. speaking of. ) “officer,” ( ` it’s 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. ) “…kwon,” ( ` adds in an after-thought, wrists lifting to brush her finger over her upper lip. ) “you’ve got a little something there…”

(/the engine starts and they merge onto the road ahead. traffic is lighter now in the early afternoon, so the ride is smooth) it’s 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 he’ll 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? where’d that come from?) (/peels his eyes from the road to his shirt to make sure he didn’t swap it with someone else on accident—sure 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 can’t see his face turning tomato red, he forgets that blushing ears are a thing, too) thanks. you just reminded me i’ve still got leftover dessert. (/laughs… cautiously) (/he really shouldn’t, but conversation, even with society’s morally ambiguous, helps to move the day along) just curious, though. that’s not your real hair, is it? (/the only time he’s seen hair in that color and at that length has been on a stage) that’s a hell of a color. definitely not something i could pull off. (/but how’d she look with something more natural and a mid-length cut?)

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what’s the name of that rom-com again?

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hyebin‌:

[...]

“I know you’re probably not too keen on being in the same room as her again, but d’you mind if I run out real quick to brush my teeth?” She’s still facing the wall.  Still very decidedly not afraid of getting an eyeful of like…anything.  In her entire nineteen years of existence, she’s had one boyfriend thus far, and the most PG-13 thing they’d ever done was make out.  (Badly) 

Of all first experiences, tonight really takes the cake!

“I have a feeling I’m gonna be up for awhile.  Just in case…Not that she’ll puke on you again or anything!” The thankfully untouched trash bag is hoisted above her head and supposedly at his eye-level.  Hyebin haha’s good-naturedly, but she’s 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 jieun’s friend. in the second that it takes to register that this is, in fact, a girl standing just inches away from his bare torso, he’s 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 hyebin’s face.

“thanks,” 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. there’s a certain method to the madness, founded on weeks of morning drills carried out by his dormitory’s 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 flushed—from the steam? from the exposure? he’s not sure—sung emerges once more, relieved to find that hyebin is still by the door threshold. “sorry about that,” he offers a lopsided smile. “you can brush your teeth now.”

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. “thanks for taking care of... her?” he has no idea why he bothers when they’ve 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; he’d 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.

“dunno if you’re a night or morning shower person, but...” sungwon laughs. “... nothing beats a shower after cleaning someone’s upchuck, right?” he shuffles to the side to give her more space. “and uh, it’s okay.” he looks around the room: dirty socks, gym shorts, sliders. it’s been less than a day and already the cramped space screams adolescent male. as much as he loves taewoong, he can’t vouch for the guy nor his crop of dude-bros, chivalry be damned. “my bed’s actually the one next to hers, so i can check to make sure she’s doing okay.”

the realization that he may seem too eager dawns after a beat—he backpedals, throwing his hands up. “n-not that i’d try anything weird. i just. don’t think sleeping on the floor would be all that fun for you? unless you uh?” buffering, buffering. his eyes dart from the purple mass, the floor, to his bed— “wanna take my bed?” again, sungwon has no idea why he bothers. he blames mom.

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