child, how old are you?
@omgoeun
it’s been, say... maybe 15 minutes max since he’s been hovering around the entrance of the love motel. and as if his usual school bomber jacket wasn’t good enough to shout ‘an actual child!,’ he has the audacity to cruise right into the lobby with his laptop-savvy backpack on (his wide-eyed blinks only being the biggest bonus to the giveaway). the college boy’s gaze trails to the (tacky) arrangements of the lamps, velvet couches and some spotty throw-in of pink flowers here and there, but finds nothing relevant of today’s case: trails of a shady looking man in his 50′s with a girl visibly too young by his arm.
well, and what of it? not much adding up here, one might say. but the thing is, yihoon’s not one with solid plans nor methods to his ceaseless sense of justice, and so there’s really not much to why he’s here and for what intentions. he doesn’t know if he’s going to outrightly break in to the suspect’s door and dramatically shout ‘hands up!!!’ or just stay up the whole night to get a hold of their personal identities henceforth. just that he is here solely due to his impulsive ruling, throw in the curiosity in him that kills cats.
“how much for a room next to the two customers who just checked in?”
hands in both pockets, he inquires at the sleepy receptionist with the most dauntless look on his face. the good thing about youth: less knowledge about how the world goes around, therefore less fear as well as less self-awareness.
