“What the fuck is that?”
Bing Wen liked to keep it short and simple with his replies. But with Seungwoo, it was just out of Bing’s loneliness that he found joy in just fucking with him any chance he got. Which was mostly why he didn’t give him straight answers, and he said a lot of things considered mean to others, but funny to him. Bing was just interesting like that. And it seemed he was mostly like that with Seungwoo (and others). “My rock collection.” He deadpanned, no it wasn’t really a rock collection. But Bing wasn’t too sure what to say about the documents that scattered his apartment floors which were, you guessed it, documents of bodies. Bing wasn’t any sort of sadist when it came to his job. It was mostly that he was a bit sad that he never carried out the forensics scientist route like he had always wanted to. He was good at examining the bodies, which was why his job had a lot to do with bodies. He liked to look to them, come up with odd stories from the reality of the situations. Maybe Bing did have a hobby, a fucked up one. But a hobby nonetheless.
