Cockfights x { Jongdae + Junmyeon }
Junmyeon did not know what was in folder number thirty-five, the primary reason for that being that there were precisely four folder number thirty-fives layered into the one-hundred-and-three main folders he had and he did not know which one Jongdae was talking about. In the first folder number thirty-five there was information about Kim Jongin’s murder techniques, which contained detailed annotations on the crime scene pictures and morgue photos, most of which were not useful at all but were taken because Junmyeon found them interesting. In the second folder number thirty-five there was information about what weapons Kim Jongin used and where he believed them to come from. In the third folder number thirty-five there was nothing; it had been there simply because Junmyeon believed there needed to be a subfolder number thirty-five in that particular folder and that he would need it eventually. And in the fourth folder number thirty-five, which was not a subfolder, there were luckily only thirty-four folders, all of which were empty but that he knew would be used because he felt like it and he was always right.
Of course, he knew the correct answers to all the other things Jongdae was asking him except for what Kim Jongin’s favorite gum flavor was, because he had never been around Kim Jongin when he was chewing gum. All the other things certainly did not qualify an obsession. Those were just things that he should know as the primary investigator with regards to The Case of Kim Jongin. ”I am sure if you were aware of what is required to be a thorough investigator,” he began, drumming his fingers faster than light speed at this point, “you would not so blindly classify my meticulousness as an obsession. Your ignorance is astounding—”
Unsure of how to react when Jongdae raised his hips off the chair to pull a lollipop out of his pocket, Junmyeon simply eyed the path of the hand reaching into his pocket, following it down through his pocket and then back up again when he held the lollipop in front of him. At this point, he was sure that the force of the vehement undertone in his voice was strong enough to be pushing Jongdae through several different ethnicities per second. Under his insolent Korean looks, he was turning Irish and then Mexican and then Kenyan and then Cuban and then Korean all over again. Only none of them could tell, because it probably did not feel like anything when one changed ethnicities, and Jongdae’s appearance was not changing at all.
"If it had been on my thigh," he growled, folding his hands and then unfolding them and then folding them again, "I would have you incarcerated for sexual assault and also have you neutered and feed your testes to the cannibal locked up in cell #32. I am more than aware of my lack of evidence, and that which I lack my folders will lead me to. I don’t know what you know about investigative duties but I assure you I know what I am doing. And of course I need to figure out what he’s thinking—if you knew anything at all, you insolent fool, you would know that you track criminals by figuring out who they are targeting and where they will target them. Only it usually happens to be much less frustrating, and,” he added, in a meager attempt to spite the other, “I am not thinking about either hamburgers or golf tournaments. Please put your foot down. I really will feed your testes to the cannibals.”
Of course the one thing that would catch Jongdae's attention amongst all the threats that Junmyeon was throwing at him ended up being the mention of the cannibal. His eyes widened, preventing him from rolling them at Junmyeon instead and he straightened up on his chair, leaning forward until he was resting his forearms on Junmyeon's desk. "We have a cannibal? Here? Oh my goodness that's so cool!" he exclaimed because he thought those things only happened in TV shows. He wondered if he would be allowed to go see the man, or the woman. He had no intention to find himself at arm's reach though, but that didn't mean he didn't want to get a look. He had a feeling that he'd only end up seeing someone who looked perfectly normal in appearance but that didn't matter to him. Hell, maybe he could sit down with them, preferably with bars separating them, and have a nice conversation.
That effectively made him lose himself to his thoughts for a few seconds until he snapped back to the present and pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, this time with an obnoxious 'pop' and he pointed the lollipop at Junmyeon. He did return his foot to the floor this time although not because he had been asked to do so but rather because he needed it to support himself as he dragged his chair closer. "I'm not an investigator, you're certainly right about that, but I think I've read and watch enough thrillers to know a thing or two. So you say you need all this information in order to figure out who he's targeting and where he will target next but did you think there might be a chance that none of these deaths are related? What if he kills just for the sake of killing? I really don't think knowing his favorite drink is relevant in this case. I'm not saying you need to ignore everything because you're right, that would just be foolish but seriously, have you tried searching through his computer? Listening to his conversations? Maybe he kills because he gets orders from someone."
To be honest, Jongdae didn't know anything about the case. He didn't know what Junmyeon knew and didn't. He hadn't searched extensively through these folders he had found while hacking the investigator's computer but he still mentioned searching that guy's computer and phone because this was the kind of thing he had been hired to do. He suddenly stood up and grinned like a cat. "Let's go out for coffee!" he cheerfully announced as if he had been working there for weeks now and it was just so normal for him to invite Junmyeon out for coffee. "Oh and before you have me incarcerated for sexual assault, I'll have you know that this invitation is certainly not an attempt for me to get you wrapped in my bed sheets at the end of the night. I just think you might need some fresh air...you look a bit red in the face."
