—星星淚

song qian. corvus's pimp. oc rp blog

[sqianmi]

moonsikmi​:

— wine&beer

cw: implied child homicide

It had been a particularly grueling day, although it had started off rather promising until he’d been gifted a case that was undeniably wretched and cruel as cases often were when involving a child. Though he had no children of his own, seeing them reminded Moonsik of what he could’ve had once upon a time. But being professional had to take precedence over being human. Unfortunately. He wondered how this could even happen. How could a life that had barely even begun to flourish be extinguished in such a callous way?

Justice had to be served.

Moonsik didn’t even raise his head in greeting as he heard his drinking partner’s familiar voice, swirling the amber liquid in his crystal glass instead before draining it in one go. “I’m not an alcoholic,” he said quietly, unsure if he was telling that for her or his own benefit. “I’m just an old man who knows the value of a well rounded whiskey.” Finally he turned to face her, his expression as blank as ever as he inclined his head. “Miss Song. Looking as beautiful as ever I see.”

The compliment was genuine though one would be hard pressed to read it on his face. Moonsik did find his companion beautiful but had never felt the urge to act on whatever basal attraction he harboured. Chalk it up to misguided loyalty to his late wife, the love of his life. How could he move on when he was barely functioning on his own two feet? No, he was still very much in love with his beloved though she was no longer with him.

But tonight felt different.

“I hope your day has been better than mine. I’ll spare you the details but I’ll just say that I’ve seen real evil today and I’m here to try and forget.” Moonsiked smiled wryly, lifting his refilled glass clinking it against Qian’s. “Cheers. May your glass never run dry.”

She should’ve sensed the heavy air surrounding him when she first walked in, but she was too preoccupied with alcohol on her mind. They both have strenuous jobs. However, she has empathy for him. Some stories he shares are inhumane. It doesn’t surprise her why he drinks. The sudden proclamation from Moonsik raised a brow as she lifted a leg to cross, her skirt riding up her bare thighs. “A confession and a compliment? It seems like you had a head start tonight.” She looks at him through the corners of her eyes with a grin before her attention turns to the bartender arriving with her drink.

Red wine. Always a red to relax the mind and body without fear of being intoxicated. Qian’s sure there’s more wine in her bloodstream than blood cells, so the wine doesn’t affect her beyond a buzz. She slid the glass closer by its foot. “Real evil?” She questions. A light chuckle left her lips. She glides the glass in a small circle on the table, watching the liquid swirl around before watching their glasses collide.

Something was off.

Whatever happened had a big effect on him—which only had her more curious. Although she knew tonight was not the night to poke. She gave a smile before her hand curled the bottom of the bowl, lifting the rim to her lips. “Nothing runs dry with me.” She whispers, taking a sip.

“I don’t think whiskey will help make you forget. It’ll only make tomorrow hard.” She places the glass on the table, turning her body a little to face him better. “The offer is still there.”

[sqianmi]

ryuuxmi​:

014 | mama’s house

He had been very honest with her from the beginning. That he wasn’t exactly… experienced with women, and of course, his attempts always seemed to be the wrong kind. That would be the last time he ever thought about what his father’s retainers ever did to get women once upon a time.

Samuel arches a brow at her response. Money… didn’t seem to be a problem for him with his other job, but it seemed that with the way he had been going about things lately every time he came to see her, rather than complimenting that he was a good customer (or something to that effect), it was about how the girls took a good night’s rest with him. If Mama wanted to see their services actually be used properly, no one seemed to move past what the sleeping part.

He folds his arms over his chests as he leans against the wall and watches her. “Then why don’t you teach me how to handle you?” 

He was honest in asking that question. 

“Maybe what I need isn’t a woman who will do anything I want, but a woman who knows what she wants from a man.”

She was watching the numbers increase for each floor, mentally going through her index of prostitutes. Who was currently in the hotel and which one was the most tired? Some never have time to rest as they rush to repay debt or bills—those were the ones who were sent to Samuel. However, the response earned her gaze. A brow raised in question, searching his expression and posture for sincerity.

Interesting.

His following explanation, not only acquired her gaze but her full attention as she turns to face him completely. A smirk tugging at the corner of the lip. Her head slightly tilted while eyes fell to check out his body before landing back at his face. Now that she thinks about it, it has been a while since she had any type of sexual gratification. Maybe she needs a break from work.

“That’s a bold statement.” She copied his stance; crossing her arms at the chest. “You give a promising narrative. I know what I want, but do you know what you want? I don’t like to waste my time.”

[feymisaki-deactivated20201118]

014 | mama’s house

[sqianmi]

ryuuxmi‌:

He had a feeling it would’ve been his weird reputation. It often steered women away from him, and the jokes about feeling a woman’s warmth when he was younger hadn’t really taught him how to actually approach women properly. Eventually, he used it as a means for the women to steer away from him, so they wouldn’t fall for a man who would eventually have a terrible end to his life. There were the few that started falling for him for his looks, and that only encouraged the little act that just… stuck.

But when it came to approaching women on his own, honestly and earnestly, his act didn’t have an off switch.

Not often did it ever find that switch, and it was a little too dangerous.

He followed after her to the elevators, a chuckle at how she states other clients have been banned. "I feel like I know what you’re implying, but I’d rather not think it.” Some men were absolute animals. He was at least fine with being a lecher or something to that effect.

Samuel’s brow arched at her statement. “Is that an offer? Because I don’t think I’m worthy of having the Mom of the House come share a bed with me tonight. Unless… you want to do the honours, that is.” He leaves it ambiguous, wanting to hear her thoughts on the matter. The elevators open, and he steps in the way of the doors but to the side, motioning her forward.

It would be a blatant lie to say Qian hasn’t thought about spending a night—or a few—with Samuel. He’s handsome, and on days where he sports a t-shirt, his sculpted arms have her mind wandering. But she never allows those thoughts to settle. Nothing ever settles with her. There are too many jobs and money-making tasks to do, she doesn’t have the time to spare for desires. And there’s a small age gap between them, so she assumes she’s just an old lady to him.

At his first question, she gave a shrug. A smile still played on her lips. “Could be.” She bowed her head slightly in gratitude before passing him into the elevator. “I run a business—if enough money is on the table, even the boss will work.”

It’s not rare a client will request her, but having enough to get her is rare. Only once has there been an impressive amount that could not be denied. Was it disappointing? Absolutely, but that money helped create what she has now.

“To be honest, darling, you won’t be able to handle me.” She closes the doors when they safely entered before pressing the desired floor button. “Not yet, anyway.”

[mixnymph]

☆— Mess Up

[sqianmi]

mixnymph‌:

There is no place safer than the Sunrise Star Hotel. Especially when Mom ruled over them and everyone knew it too, from the owner and the employees of all kind than right down to the clients, of all sorts. Her smile morphed from in a mournful expression at her punishment. She should have seen this coming, but Nymph was doing so good- she hasn’t killed anyone in the hotel over the last two months, well one and a week- semantics. 

“Oh come on! I would have used by bare hands but-” gaze glancing back at the dead in an uninterested manner, “it was otherwise preoccupied.” This time sharing a knowing look with her boss. “I can’t get grounded now, I’ve got rent to pay in a few days.” Although that was true, they both knew that Nymph is too resourceful not to have some spare change, or anything for that matter, on the side. “Mom come’on please, don’t. I did it to protect us.” Pouting at the older woman, hoping if she whines or bats her lashes enough, she’ll get spared.

Seeing the smile fade from younger pulled her attention back to her phone, nails tapping on the screen. She takes pride in her title ‘Mom’. It started as a humorous joke because of her ascendancy, but now it’s a name that’s mostly used—and not only to hide her identity. However, that means she needs to play the part.

Once the encrypted messages were sent, she returns her gaze to the pouting girl. A minuscule smile broke her stern expression. “Well, I would’ve said ‘you’ll be punished’ but I know you’d find a way to enjoy it.” Her arms cross below her chest while a raised brow challenged the other. “I prefer not to hear the details of your work ethics. You’re grounded. But if you’re in need of money, I have a few jobs around the hotel you can do. I know the maids could always use some extra help. Or, even.. a personal errand.”

[sqianmi]

— mind games.

[sqianmi]

mixholmes‌:

holmes only sleeps a few hours a night or even every few days, often curling up on his sofa at home with ace on his chest. he’s seen in cafes and convenience stores, spending money on coffees and energy drinks. He’s always working and even when he’s not working, he’s chaotically working on paperwork, forensics, patrols. However, his coffee time is a calm moment that he took to himself daily. 

he had gotten his coffee earlier that afternoon, and settled in a comfy chair with his coffee and a book on murders (as always something that he really enjoys). he’s comfortably seated so that he could analyze everything in the cafe with ease. a girl caught his eye, walking in. she was rather pretty but most ofetn pretty girls were the most difficult and the most cunning. he would have to keep an eye on her. 

as she got her coffee, he watched her out of the corner of his eye but decided that he was more interested in the books he was reading. three steps, and moments later, he felt coffee in his lap and all over his drycleaned white shirt. he gasped in pain and shock and dabbed at his shirt. “ah, it’s okay. more importantly, are you okay, miss?” he asked, grinning. 

primary concern:civillians. his clothes could wait. 

“Oh my god—I am so sorry.” She continuously apologized with a remorse expression. The napkin she grabbed at the counter was used to dab at his shirt. In this instance, personal space was avoided. Perhaps, she gradually followed the spill down his chest. A faint grin tugged at the corner of her lip for a moment. Everything was falling perfectly into place.

Her hand pulled away for a moment, fixing the purse’s strap that has fallen from her shoulder. “Yes, I’m fine. I don’t think we should be focusing on me, you’re the one with newly-made coffee on your shirt. Are you ok? Let me get more napkins—” Without waiting for a response, Qian disappeared into the crowded counter. At times, she wonders if becoming an actress would’ve been a plausible career path.

When she emerges, she bowed deeply in regret. “I’m so embarrassed, I can’t believe this happened.” She states with a slight smile. Her purse was placed on the table before descending to rest on her knees before him. An interesting position in some eyes. She dabs at his chest once again. “Is there a way I can pay for this mistake? Would you like another shirt?”

[sqianmi]

—&  jackpot!

[sqianmi]

mixjisung‌:

jisung supposed he should have expected that sort of response, though the teenager couldn’t help but straighten up all the same, scowling somewhat as she bashed his clothing options. he really didn’t know why she was so surprised to see him in this state. wasn’t it more or less a given considering his shitty situation? 

“this is my best shirt,” he found himself huffing back, flattening down a crease he had just noticed near his collar. then again, it was not a very nice shirt, it just happened to be one that didn’t have any holes in it and actually looked as though it fit him. (which it didn’t, he couldn’t close the top collar buttons unless he wanted to choke himself). “i’m poor,” he did have to remind her, just in case she had gone and forgotten that quite important fact, “do you really think if i had a nice suit and tie lying around, that i would be standing here right now accepting help from you?” if he had the money to buy something like that then he most certainly would have not taken her up on her job offer in the first place. 

Surprised could be an understatement. She knew his financial state as she was once in that situation, but her family made sure to own at least one decent outfit for funerals or important gatherings. She assumed that was a common occurrence. However, a sigh left her lips before a slight smile took over. “I know.”

She turned so her back faced him, cleaning up the paperwork scattered around before slipping them into a binder. Their acquaintance-ship was mostly one-sided. Jisung made it known how much he hated every moment with her, but Qian didn’t mind his company. He was a cute kid trying to make it in this dying world. Although, she certainly took it upon herself to enhance his hatred with jobs like this.

“Unfortunately, that outfit will not suffice.” She spoke while grabbing her matching clutch purse, rounding the reception counter as her free hand motioned for him to follow her. “We need to go shopping—and no complaining. If you mentioned earlier that you didn’t have a suit, I could’ve prepared one. Now you have to spend more lovely time with me.” A grin and playful wink accompanied her words. There was an employee-only elevator that has two hidden floors; an employee parking garage and floor zero. She presses the parking garage once they enter. Her hands cross, holding her purse in front of her waist.

[sqianmi]

[sqianmi]

— wine&beer

Another day is done. Another accident causing a life to be taken. She’s starting to regret telling the girls to defend themselves when half of them use that as an excuse for murder. However, it’s Qian’s job at the end of the day to clean up. Which can explain her drinking habits. But, she found a friend due to it.

Every night, on the dot, Qian will walk into the bar, and every night, without fail, he ( @moonsikmi ) will be there, sitting at the counter. It started as bored strangers wasting time socializing, until becoming a daily routine. Their knowledge of one another is limited, especially upon realizing he was an MPD detective. However, some secrets were given out. A mutual understanding of; what is said here, stays here, as Qian once offered him a girl to relieve his sorrow. To no surprise, he declined, but she allowed that free offer to stay on the table.

“You broke our two-week streak.” She teased with a smile, taking a seat at her designated stool beside him. A hand raised, pointing a finger up to the bartender, knowing their usual, they gave a nod. Her clutch purse landing on the table. “Got caught up at work last night?”

[feymisaki-deactivated20201118]

014 | mama’s house

[sqianmi]

ryuuxmi‌:

He’s already used to her attitude towards him, an innocent smile on his features as she looks at him. That look screams suspicion, like she doesn’t trust him at all. Or something like that. Though she ends up throwing the same question that the girls have also uttered to him when he had them in his room. 

Samuel automatically feigns hurt, a hand touching to his chest as he looks away. “I’m wounded, Mom. Isn’t having them next to me already what I’m having them do? None of your girls seem to want to honestly share my bed–” he pauses himself as he thinks of the traditional Japanese lingo that’s translated to that way, “–I mean sleep with me. Some of them thought I was a creep, and I know there’s clients out there that are a lot creepier than me.” He sighs, looking away a little bit longer with a forlorn expression.

“I mean, in literal terms, they are sleeping with me. Just not the metaphorical way of words. So I am technically using their services.”

He can always lose it out in a battle of lost in translation, throwing a shit-eating grin at her as his words argue their way out of this.

She couldn’t help the eye roll at his dramatic gestures. He was truly something. She took that time to check their surroundings. Qian has caught some of her employees snooping around her business. It’s usually the prudish ones who are devout to head office. But she tuned back in when the lobby was clear.

“Because you gave them a reason not to.” She counterattacks with an eyebrow raised. “And you scared the first few away. You should know how fast gossip travels between girls. If I had known you were... peculiar, I would have sent you my experienced girls. But now you made a name for yourself—the creep who wants to sleep.” A cunning grin tugged at her lips. Somewhat proud of the little rhyme. “To ease your pain, I can definitely say there are creepier clients than you. Some have even been banned because they’re... desires are something no human should ever do.”

When she saw customers walk in from the sliding doors, she motioned for him to follow her to the elevators. “What you do for the girls is incredibly kind. And they appreciate it. They’re fighting to have you.” Qian glances over her shoulder with a smirk before calling for the elevator. “Which is why I need to know your plans tonight. Am I sending someone who’s tired or... me?”

[sqianmi]

novaaxmi‌:

Chaewon slipped her phone into her back pocket and glared at the family watching her. ‘a bunch of assholes,’ she held up her middle finger in their direction before looking away. As she walked around, Chaewon had to think about all the differences the sun brought to light. men who made deals with strangers, women who knew their way around even the darkest of rooms and kids who were scared of stepping out of line. How fake their masks seemed when shadows weren’t strong enough to hide the straps.

Running a hand through her hair, she was getting ready to stop to buy something when someone tapped on her shoulder. Gearing up to snarl at the person, Chaewon fixed her face in something calm and polite before turning around. 

Then her eyes went wide in…shock? Surprise? Fright? In something. Because in front of her was what she was afraid of. Her worlds colliding, meeting in the worst possible way. Mom, her brain yelled at her as she tried to come up with something to say; something to do.

Qian was talking to her, her mouth moving around words before forming her classic ‘work’ smile. Chaewon opened her mouth but all she could think was how this-

“….can’t be happening right now.” The words were already out, Chaewon’s face heating up before she could stop herself. “Uh. I- I mean,” she let out a forced laugh before licking at her lips, “this couldn’t be happening to me right now. Wow, you are…gorgeous. Y-you were asking me something?”

Naturally, her face distorted into confusion; her smile gradually fading upon the girl's reaction. It was like she saw a ghost. Qian knows her age is climbing, but she's still in her prime.. right? With the moment of silence shared, she took note of the other's statistics and behaviour. Have they met before? There were clear signs of surprise—like most of her prostitute’s faces getting caught somewhere there shouldn’t be. However, the fright in those eyes changed her question. Danger? Did the younger think she was in danger?

Her brow raised at the words. That's odd. But, she is at a festival for the MPD so her being here is strange in its own way. However, her mind couldn't dissect the act as the following lines triggered a grin.

She's still got it.

"A flirter, I see. You can relax, darling. You're in no danger here. But.." She pauses, looking the other up with a teasing glint in her eye. "Keep talking like that and you might be. I asked if you knew where the floral booth is? Or better yet—can show me?"

[mixnymph]

☆— Mess Up

[sqianmi]

mixnymph‌:

For a brief second, her expression turns pitiful and innocent. Wide clear eyes and pouty lips, with a body blessed by down below; she knows exactly what she’s working with. Despite that, Nymph knows Mom won’t let her off easily. Especially when this type of clean up and new furniture would cost a bit. 

Rolling her eyes, she sighs and shrugs. “He wanted intel for the next heist… during rough play.” Walking towards the discarded body, Nymph makes sure she doesn’t turn her back completely to Mom. She might be a killer and prostitute, but that didn’t mean she doesn’t have any manners. “Now I’m all into a little pain with pleasure, you know that,” Pointedly looking at the older woman as she crosses her arms above her ample chest. “… but as I said, he had it coming.”

While the younger explained her reasoning, Qian took a stroll around the room. Almost like a detective observing the scene. What happened? How did it happen? The answers played out in her mind until she stood before the body. There's a certain 'what happens in the rooms, stays in the rooms' rule Qian enforces. She won't ask questions unless prompted too. But she promises her door is always open if they wish to talk.

"Ok." She says with a nod. Her gaze fixated on the body for a moment longer before looking at Nymph. "Well, I'll call the clean-up crew to discard the body and evidence—don't touch anything else. I'll book this room as occupied until we get this sorted." She spoke in her business tone, pulling out her phone. As this isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. "You're grounded." Qian glances up through her lashes. "I'm glad you defended yourself, but you used the lamp as a weapon and created a mess. You're not getting off easy." Pun intended.

[sqianmi]

—&  jackpot!

[sqianmi]

mixjisung‌:

jisung was uncomfortable. but that was his usual demeanour when he was working with qian. he would honestly prefer not to work with her, but sometimes he just didn’t have a choice. money was incredibly tight and rent was coming up and he just didn’t have the money to pay it. so while he had been holding off on accepting the offer, jisung usually found himself crawling back to the woman and begging to take on the job she was offering him. it was just for the money, not because he ever enjoyed any job she happened to have for him. 

the location he was to turn up at was uncomfortable enough for him. a boy like him should never be found in such an upper class hotel like this. even when his parents were alive he could never hope to find himself staying in any of the mind boggling rooms. so showing up now, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly out of place and was sure he was sticking out like a sore thumb. 

anxiously pulling one of his sleeves down, jisung moved towards the reception, straightening up and trying to act as unbothered as he wanted to feel. it seemed as though she was already dressed up for the event. but he didn’t say anything, just uncomfortably shoving his hands into his pockets and clearing his throat once he was standing behind her in the hopes to get her attention. 

With her gaze and focus on the paper below, she didn't sense the person approaching the counter. She mindlessly scribbled until the cough caught her attention. Qian didn't budge for a moment, assuming the receptionist would handle it, but of course, she sent the employee to do trivial tasks. Her welcoming business smile filled her features as she turned to face the other. "How may I—" The smile fell as eyes clearly checked the boy's attire. A headache was already growing, and it's only been a minute. An audible sigh left her. "Please tell me you're holding a bag of clothes." She scanned the area around him for a possible change of clothes but was left speechless.

"What part of 'wear your fanciest clothes' did you not understand?" The pen in hand dropped to the countertop in disbelief. She knew it was going to be a long night, but it was going to be even longer.

[novaaxmi-deactivated20200615]

mistakes not made|| @sqianmi || 

Chaewon was a lot of things: a surfer, a pretty ok drawer and the world’s best shower singer, thank you very much. But that list didn’t include being a friend of the MPD. If she had it her way, she wouldn’t be anywhere near this place and its misguided attempt at letting the public know everything was fine. Sure, things on the island were amazing but beneath that, it sat quiet in a way that seemed like a huge storm was coming. 

Shaking her head, she passed her mom on the way to their booth for the festival. It was a tiny thing, made up of recycled board parts and it took ages of work between her and her family. When they first mentioned the booth, she was excited to build it and take over for the day. They planned to pass out fliers about a few programs Leap Year would be starting with gift bags. Now, she looked at it with barely concealed disgust and hoped everything went okay. Her mask and kit were behind at her place and all she had was a small knife. 

 “I can’t believe this. People died, someone got taken and the suits still want to be honored?” Chaewon asked in annoyance. “We’re paying for all this bullshit anyway. And it’s to honor a fucking suit?” Her hands curled into fist at her side and she moved to kick at the side of the booth.  

“There’s my little green eyes again,” her mom, Taehee, laughed before turning to smile at her. “We know, you think the MPD is corrupt but look at this. The people and this island needed something to believe in. And look, everyone is here.”  “Mom, everyone would be here if we decided to give away bags of chips for free. It’s fucking bogus,” Chaewon swore, arms now crossed across her chest. “Whatever,” she said quickly, seeing her mom opening her mouth to scold her. “I’m going to walk around for a bit. I’m going to see if I can get a rich person to come over and donate to us.” 

“I got my phone, tell ma to call me when she wants to switch.”  The words were said quickly and she waved her phone behind her head before taking off. Her mom yelled at her retreating words but they were taken by the sounds around them.

[sqianmi]

Arms crossed, standing tall, dark sunglasses blocking the bright rays; if it wasn’t for her white blouse unbuttoned a little too far, she could be mistaken for a security guard. She was scouting. Although it felt pointless within five minutes. The demographic was officers, little kids, and families. Everything she’s not looking for—though, some fathers have a wandering eye. Typical. But it is Myeongcho; therefore, there are broken families. Qian walked the booths twice, lingering at each to watch—to listen. It wasn’t until passing the second time, she noticed a certain young lady picking a fight with, presumably, her mother. She kept walking by but took note of the girl.

Young, early twenties, below average in height, feisty, quite attractive, lip piercing, and a scar—a fighter? Lacks manners.

Kids these days.

Nonetheless, she caught Qian’s attention. She would fit in well with her team. They’re all troublemakers anyways. So she watches from afar. Her phone in her hand as a prop, pretending to be waiting for someone. Not only looking for an opportunity but examining the area. This place is crawling with MPD. She didn’t want to cause a scene on their special day.

When the girl started to move, so did Qian. With the crowds so large, it wasn’t noticeable. She was simply windowshopping until they were at a safe distance from the view of the other’s booth. That’s when the space between them began to close. When she was an arm’s length away, the plan was in motion; a tap on the shoulder.

“Hey.” Qian flashes a flirtatious grin. “You look like someone that knows the map to this place. Do you happen to know where the floral booth is?”

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014 | mama’s house

Tagged: @sqianmi

A cycle like this has a tendency to repeat, and he’s wondering when Qian will actually give him an earful about it as he walks through the doors. Women seem nice and all, but it’s the fact that some of them either seem turned off at his perverted antics or just downright scared. Some of them had even attempted to run out after barely ten minutes of being in the same room as him before he gave up.

None of these girls seemed like they would enjoy anything beneath the sheets, and it got him thinking a bit more, wondering what’s going on in their heads to work in a place like this.

It’s not something he can question Qian. The girls do what they want with their lives in exchange for a little extra money, and he figures why not let the girls catch a break. Maybe sleeping with him can be a literal sense instead of the suggestive sense, and he’s already had a few to just warm his bed. Literally. At no point has anyone tried to do anything else more than that since he’s started this little trend. He approaches Qian with a lazy smile - no apron, no fancy headband, just a black long-sleeved shirt and black pants with black boots - and casually slips an arm around her shoulder. He wouldn’t be surprised if she decided to hit him for it.

“Mom!” he greeted cheerily with a grin. “I’m back again. Who do you have for me tonight?”

[sqianmi]

Her back faced the entrance while standing at the receptionist counter. On quieter nights, like this one, she usually hides in the office until being called upon. However, she better catch up on the paperwork she’s been putting off. Although she uses the hotel as a Corvus brothel, she does have normal responsibilities within Sunrise Star. It’s less exciting, but the different pace allows Qian to breathe every now and then.

One of her employees stood across the way chatting while Qian diligently signed papers. She gave a laugh, a head nod, and even some input on the topics. But once the chatterbox abruptly got silent, Qian glanced up through lashes. Before she could question further, the intruder hung an arm around her shoulder. Without having him speak, she knew who invaded her personal space.

“Glad you could make it on time today.”

With a quick motion, she scribbled her final signature before sliding the papers to her employee. A hand waved to dismiss the other, leaving Qian alone with her client. “Depends.” She answers, brushing his arm off before turning to give her full attention. Her eyes evidently scanned his attire. It was always odd seeing him in casual clothes instead of his ‘chef’ clothes. “Will you actually use their service, or will you provide them with a nap?”

[seongwu]

Song Qian for Elle China (June 2020)

[sqianmi]

— work & play.

[sqianmi]

crownxmi‌:

jaehyun had gotten more than used to her regular drop in sessions. he doesn’t mind it, however the bouncers sure do mind her presence. even if he told them multiple times to just let her in, qian did everything in her power to piss them off as much as she could. jaehyun just ended up not caring after a while, hopefully his staff would do the same as well. it doesn’t take long for him to be notified of her at the front door. so like usual, the owner gets his own glass of whiskey he had been staring into for the past hour and makes his way to said entrance to greet his lovely friend.

“one day, they won’t let you in if you keep that up.” jaehyun said, brow raised as he appeared into hearing range for qian. he smiles at the guard and wraps an arm around his guest’s waist, somewhat dragging her away from his staff. “should i even ask what brings you here? a deal or a free drink?“ he jokes, heading straight to his office at the back of the bar, where they spend most of their encounters together. he doesn’t even get questioned by the staff, it’s become too much of a common occurrence.

It's far too much fun bothering the guards. Why simply walk in when she could flaunt her VIP pass? It wastes time as well. Whether she heads to the bar or have a chat with a guard, the owner appears within minutes. A grin immediately tugged at her lips. Just on time. A shame their interaction was short-lived.

"I'd like to see them try." She retorts with a smile, head turning to the voice. She managed to send a taunting wink towards the guard before being swept away. A heroic act of sacrificing himself.

"I don't know if I should be offended or honoured that you know me so well." A joke reciprocated with a joke. "Well, I came with an offer, but if a free drink is on the table, I won't say no. But it looks like you already started without me." Her eyes motioning to the drink in his hand. "Someone needs to be taught manners."

[sqianmi]

— mind games.

Some say Qian never sleeps. She's seen in cafes in the early mornings, and in bars late within the night. A conspiracy about her she enjoys. There isn't a work and life separation; her life is work. It always has been, but now more than ever. Even while waiting for her coffee to brew, she's watching—listening—to her surroundings. Today wasn't her typical coffee run—no. It was the start of a personal project.

If there was a gang ranking on the island, she had a feeling Corvus was not leading the pact. Which was unacceptable for Qian. Although her role is minimal, she's a businesswoman at heart. If they were not climbing the ladder, they were falling. Being an all-female gang, their climb will be even harder. Needless to say, she put extra work on her shoulders. But if this could succeed, this will be a phenomenal win.

Her lips curled into a smile at the employee handed her the latte she ordered. The cafe was crowded. Perfect. Everyone is focused on their own tasks to notice any sudden commotion if it's restrained enough. A turn, three steps, and a purse's strap catching onto the wooden chair, set the scene. The 'sudden' pull of the caught bag sent the cup in her hand flying towards the innocent stranger ( @mixholmes ) seated at the table. A shocked gasp left Qian. The cup landing in his lap, spewing the hot liquid.

"Oh my god." She whispered, setting the tone. "I am so sorry."