when jaesung was growing up, he wasn’t sure what his future would look like. his father, before he had passed away, had been a military man through and through. and his mother, she had been a nurse. both of his parents had been ideal citizens, giving parts of themselves when no one else would to both protect and care for strangers. his brother, on the other hand, had taken a different direction. in desperate need for money, he had taken on several part time jobs, sometimes as many as four at a time, all in an attempt to help support jaesung and himself. and when it finally came down to it, he chose a much darker path than his parents had, instead opting into cleaning up situations before they could be something showing up on the evening news. and for jaesung, well he wanted him to do something more, something different with his life. and that’s why he sent him to seoul.
seoul was nothing like myeongcho, it was huge, it was loud and it was busy. and instead of welcoming jaesung, the city had left him feeling like nothing but an outsider, no matter how hard he struggled to fit in. and maybe that’s how he ended up where he is now. maybe he didn’t imagine all of this, but at the same time he was okay with it. he was okay with being a liar, he was okay with getting up every morning and putting on a facade, of blending in with the MPD and doing the best he could to get whatever he could out of it.
but there are some days like today where jaesung wonders if he’s doing the right thing. he doesn’t mind working in the CSU, it’s almost like a puzzle. and he likes being tested, likes getting his hands dirty. but what he doesn’t like is the morgue. he doesn’t like venturing down here to the cold, to the silence, and to the smell of chemicals and sharp items. but he does like yixing. he likes the way the other smiles at him no matter what time or what situations he walks into, and it’s almost enough for jaesung to be able to swallow down the feeling that grows in his gut when he sees a table with a white cloth on it. as he enters the morgue, he adverts his eyes, instead letting them fall into yixing, allowing the smile to bloom on his face. “hey hyung, what are you up to?” it’s obvious exactly what he’s up to, but jaesung, well he likes to tease, likes to push buttons far more often than he should.
