#ic. jun.

[yeshens]

@aicidos, prompt —

❝ i’m not a criminal. woah…that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it? ❞ hi. faye and jun

he takes one look at her, and to his credit, jun blinks only once to confirm that it’s not a dream. “no, i know you.” he says quietly, low enough not to be overheard despite the dwindling crowd at the bar, “you’ve been, uh, quite the talk of the planet when your ship… um. crash-landed here.” and not in a figurative way, he thinks but doesn’t say. he figures she’s lived through it and doesn’t need the reminder. or the emphasis.

a glance at the bounty board confirms that her face is indeed on it, and that they were, in fact, the same person. he tops off her drink anyway.

“sorry about the rough landing? and uh. not to worry you, but i don’t think you should linger here much longer.” she’s already catching the eyes of a few patrons, what with the exorbitant sum printed nearly below her portrait. WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE. not a criminal, she had said. if he thought the deception was offending, he doesn’t comment on it. “i won’t turn you in — but i can’t guarantee your safety either. you’re still going to have to pay for your drink, though.”

[yeshens]

the clock ticks a solemn, marching beat. the bar was beginning to empty, the crowd having filtered out with their noise and leaving enough quiet behind that he could hear the ticking, meaning it’d gotten quite a bit closer to dawn than jun had noticed. now that he was off the clock, there was only one occupant at the counter who held his full attention.

he slides into the seat next to hyun-woo before signaling the bartender for a coffee. “you didn’t have to wait up for me,” jun jokes, the momentary exhaustion of having played a full night’s set seeping into his voice and lending it toward awkwardness. “i’m kidding,” he clarifies with a weak smile, “i guess it’s just been a while. how did you know where to find me?”

@fumalsamakah, for hyunwoo♥

[yeshens]

@aicidos , prompt ───  

❝ i know who you are. i’ve heard about you. ❞ from yubin :) 'is she talking about him being a musician or informant' yes

“ oh, ” his face is perfectly blank, the only sign that he’s casting about for an appropriate response found in the way his lashes flutter twice as he blinks before continuing, “ likewise. ” the following silence lingers, expectant. the hacker, as he knows her, as is all he knows of her, by reputation and information passed through his hands, seems to be awaiting a response. is it still his turn to speak…? did he read the situation wrong, perhaps?

“ oh, ” it’s as close to an exclamation as his naturally calm demeanor will allow, eyes widening marginally behind glasses, “ forgive me if i’ve misunderstood. if you meant that as a threat, i’m afraid i have nothing of value to offer at the moment. ”

[yeshens]

@aicidos​ ,  cowboy bebop starters   ───   ❝ how long were you in there listening? ❞ what if i said this is for wen jun so i can have guitar player siwon make a comeback

the voice is unexpected — he hadn’t noticed that the music had stopped, much less that the player had left the music room, and jun startles at the sound. a sudden rush of shame floods through him when he makes the connection that what he had been doing was eavesdropping. (he is even more ashamed that he had been caught.)

“um,” he blinks, trying to come up with something — maybe that he was just passing by on the way to the restroom? “the tune you were playing,” he says instead, surprising himself with the betrayal, “there was a dissonant chord near the third bar.” and there goes the restroom plan. “sorry. you don’t have to- it’s your song, right? it was unfamiliar; i got curious. you don’t have to... mind me...” jun himself is clearly bugged by it, though.