ooc.

i’m not sure if any of murder inc members are reading this, but i’m really sorry for being absent all this time, getting cleared and taken in again and again, causing you getting confused all over >-< thing is i’m preparing for my final exams this semester but got a huge load of homework to do, which kind of made it hard to remember to write replies before activity check. furthermore i am really struggling with gary right now, but i didn’t wanted to let him go because i really love him and murder inc.

i won’t ask the main to let me return again for now, but i will try to apply after my exams with a fresh muse for captain kang (or maybe i should give lawyer lee sangyeob a chance...). anyways, until then, happy rping, my friends! see you soon!

#ooc

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.remembrance

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mixjoongki:

Joongki stood up as well, but he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so he shoved them in his pockets. Heegun looked unsteady still, but they were strangers. If they had been friends, Joongki might have reached out to him. But they weren’t, and it made Joongki feel a little helpless.

Still. There was something small he could do. “It’s all right. I’m—I’m glad that there are other people who have good memories of her.” He smiles a little, not wanting to ruin this man’s day, but feeling like it was probably far too late for that. “I’m sorry you had to hear the news from me. But it’s good to run into someone else who cares about her. So thank you.”

Maybe it wasn’t enough, or maybe it was too much. But it was true—he liked knowing that other people remembered Jihyo, too. Sometimes it seemed like he was the only one in his stepfather’s household who did.

The awkwardness between them was still overbearing, Heegun was still shocked from the news of someone’s death he had been chasing for years without proper result, and Joongki seemed to be shaken from the sudden question and the memory of a hurtful loss. From the corner of his eyes he saw the other’s hands loosingly swaying in the air, before hiding in pockets. The captain could understand the hesitation of touching a stranger, stepping into his privacy, but he honestly could use every comfort right now. But maybe it was just him, a policeman who often didn’t had the time to think about someone’s privacy, or the given distance to strangers, as every second counted in certain cases.

The captain returned the smile, nodding his head. “Yes, and I will keep those fond memories of her. She was a wonderful person, and it’s more than heartbreaking to hear of her loss...” He uttered with fullest sincerity, before bowing to the other. “You have my deepest condelescene. Thank you for telling me the truth, Song Joongki-ssi.” He stretched out his hand in attempt to shake hands with the younger man. “I’m glad I’ve met you today.” Trying to hide his overflowing feelings, he lowered his gaze, in fear to reveal his onesided feelings for Jihyo in his dark eyes. Seven years were lost, but he did not regret. Not at all. Every monday he got to spent with her, even when he never confessed nor crossed the line of pure friendship, had become a good memory. “Really... thank you...” He repeated, like in trance, shaking voice.

#mixjoongki #khg: para #t: remembrance

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Victorious ||

@mikanggary

Jaehyo often avoided the police officers. He preferred to stay away from the spotlight. He knew that if he got close to the police, they would connect him to a seriess of high class assassinations and he won’t be able to talk his way out of that.

But of course, damn his luck. He decided that for that night he was going to hit up another bar. And just his luck, half of the patrons seemed to be off duty cops. How nice. But he looked normal. He had his nice sneakers on, a hoodie, and skinny jeans.

he didnt look like an assassin. he settled at the bar next to a man, and simply ordered a drink. “is the bar always filled with off duty officers?” he asked

Whenever he had to take vacation, he had to admit how much of a workerholic he was, as it felt strange to be off duty and spent his time different. He often would go visit his parents, help them out with things, spend time with them since his mother was struggling with her illness. But seeing her like this just made him feel helpless everytime, there was not much he could do to ease the pain. The only thing he was able to do was showing her and his father how much he cared for them by sending money, food and gifts. Sometimes they would call him and ask him how he was doing, if he was eating enough or getting enough sleep and if there was a significant other by his side. Heegun wasn’t really able to introduce them to a potential daugther-in-law, so they often told him to use his free time and get to know new people, women who he might be able to fall in love with.

So here he was, sitting in a bar, at the counter, staring at his bottle of beer. He didn’t really liked to be off duty. There was so much to do, so much to solve, people to protect. This wasn’t the time to relax.

The captain shuffled over, when he felt someone approaching and sitting down next to him. He took a sip from his bottle, when he saw the other order a drink. Young man, good looking. Nothing what caught his interest until he started to talk to him. The SPD member turned his head and lifted a brow. “... What makes you think that?” He uttered, insecure what the male’s intention was. His alarm bells rang. What did he wanted from him?

#mijaehyo #khg:para #t: victorious

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.risen from the dead

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jihyoxmi:

Jihyo mutters under her breath, sighing as her phone shuts itself down after being drained of all its battery life. She pushes her black rim glasses up when it slid down a little. She had gotten the power bank out to charge last night along with her phone, but had probably forgotten to bring it along with her this morning before going out. And now when she needed to make a call, she couldn’t.

Stuffing her phone back into her bag, she continues down the street in search of the nearest cafe so that she could charge her phone battery.

Too focused on other thoughts in her mind, she was visibly startled when she felt a light tap on her shoulder, and reacted without even thinking — it was quite fortunate she managed to stop herself before she does hit the person in the throat with her elbow. That would have been disastrous.

She frowns at the familiarity of the man who approached her, inwardly cursing for meeting someone from the past she had long abandoned, while her expression displays nothing but calmness, and if not a tad of animosity one would give to a stranger.

“I apologize for that, you kind of startled me,” she points out, taking it as some sort of explanation for her hostility. “I’m not the Jihyo you spoke of, but regardless can I help you?”

Heegun feels like being wrapped in cotton wool, his full attention was on the familiar female in front of him, so he didn’t noticed any kind of hostility towards a supposingly stranger. Whatever she was trying to tell him, whatever reason she had to refuse knowing him, she had to hide her true identity, the captain was willing to accept it. But his heart wouldn’t. It was her, the woman he had fallen long ago and there was nothing to shaken this fact. He had fallen silent, watching her very movements, absorbing every single second, just to fill his memory of her once again. Who knew if he would meet her again now that he knew she were to pretend they’ve never been acquaintanced?

“I’m just glad to see you are doing good...” He spills softly, a warm smile on his lips. It was a unbelievable encounter, like a dream and the SPD member clenches his teeth, in regret. Heegun wasn’t too sure what was holding her back, why she had turned her back on her family, and he wasn’t supposed to know nor in the position to interfere. After today he would leave her alone, wouldn’t investigate further, would try to forget her. The heart in his ribcage clenches and he swallows hard. He regrets not having told her his feelings before, at a time, when she still allowed herself to call his name, to meet up with him. He regrets not having told her about his feelings before and being rejected properly and moving on, instead of loving for seven years, without conditions.

It didn’t mattered to him if she were to answer him, showing him that she knew who he was. He hoped she would just listen to him one more time, so that he would be able to let go.

“Please live a good life...” His voice shakes, uttering a sincerely wish. “And thank you for all the mondays you’ve spent with me. I’ve been really happy these past years, being able to see you once a week.” The male’s lips twitched into a crooked smile. “I never meant to tell you but... I...” Heegun halted. Was he selfish enough to tell her what he felt, would he really harrass her with something from the past, she had purposely throw away. ”... Forget it.”

#jiyhoxmi #khg: para #t: risen from the dead

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hyunjungmi-blog asked:

“You should be more careful! This is the third time you’ve sprained something this week.”

he was a stubborn fellow, even with this disappointing failure, this betrayal, he didn’t felt like giving up just yet. it didn’t mattered how many years he had to fight, how many times he had to fall and rise himself stronger again, he would fight on. he would overcome the bad and would help justice and law reign over seoul again. this was his duty, and his purpose. and yet exactly this kind of stubbornness had brought him into trouble more than once, and this time as well. he just didn’t know when to stop. even when his body was literally screaming for help, and was falling apart, he was continuing with his training in order to become stronger.

and it wasn’t like he couldn’t go and see hyunjung to get his wounds treated. though he could forego her nagging and advices. he was a adult after all, and he knew when to stop. “yeah, yeah. can you patch me up?” he muttered, not listening to her warnings at all. even if he had seen her the third time this week, what was the deal?

#hyungjungmi #khg:meme #hyunjungmi

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jongkook-mi-blog asked:

“I think I heard a snap, are you okay?” ((swat buddies past!adventures?))

the daily training for the s.w.a.t team was necessary to keep them in form in the case of cases, yet it was straining the last ounce of life of them. especially in summer when the sun was burning merciless upon them, the injury rate was drastically shooting up. and heegun seemed to be no exception. the moment he fell flat with his face into the dirt, confusion filled his mind, as he wasn’t sure what actually happened. just a few seconds later, his buffy friend jong kook came running, and helped him to sit up. almost unbearable pain hit him suddenly, but heegun bit down his lower lip, suppressing any kind of groaning. he wasn’t able to speak up, as words would tumble out as soon as he would open his mouth, so he violently shoke his head in response to jong kook’s concerned question.

leaning back, he closed his eyes, feeling the cold sweat running down his forehead. the male held onto his knee, it didn’t looked quite normal. pulling at his friend’s shirt, he pointed at his leg, hoping the other knew what to do in that kind of situation. heegun was ok with seeing blood and all kind of wounds, but staring at his own hurt body was more than strange and it just made him feel even worse. strong arms suddenly lifted him up, and embarrassed he stared at the tiger who seemingly to have decided to bring him to the infirmary. hopefully they could help him get rid of these pains.

#jongkook-mi

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mixsarang:

“Well, why not? Once you retire, you’re free to do whatever you please, judgement or obligation free,” Sarang postulated. A part of her wished she was in Heegun’s position, having the possibility of thinking about retirement and what her life would be like once the ‘work’ is over, but she knew very well that her work had no end. People like us don’t retire, we get retired, she remembered her team leader’s stern, warning words and felt a sting of disappointment remind her of her reality.

However, there were more important issues at hand to deal with. Like getting Kang Heegun to meet her.

For a moment, Sarang thought Heegun would refuse her offer. She cursed her inability to socialise, and started to go over all the methods she could use to lure him into seeing her tonight — anything but the offer she had already made, but at the same time, making sure she did not come off as pushy, but before she could find any other option, she heard him accept her invitation, and Sarang found herself smiling a bit too sheepishly than she had originally planned to. “Great!” realising there was too much enthusiasm in the tone of her voice — perhaps that was a good thing, but Sarang, the social penguin, could not estimate that — she cleared her throat and added, “I mean, that’s super. There’s my car over there.”

She took out her car keys and pressed the unlock button. The car flashed and beeped, and she set herself free from the man’s strong, but simultaneously careful hold. Once she opened the door, Sarang found a piece of paper and a pen in the glove compartment, making sure to cover the view with her body lest Heegun noticed the gun lingering there. She scribbled an address on the paper, and then closed the compartment spun around, slowly, and handed the man the paper. “This is the address. I’ll see you tonight, Heegun-ssi. Thank you for helping me,” she offered him a bow and slowly hopped into her car, making sure to maintain eye contact, and the same bright facial expression, as she drove off.

How girlish it felt.

You made it, she heard Crypto’s voice in her head. She had completely forgotten about the wire.

“Did you doubt me?”

That evening, Sarang waited for Heegun outside of the library.

Something told her the man would not be late, or not fail to fulfil his promising of coming altogether. It did cross her mind that his work could have interfered and he wouldn’t have had any way to let her know as she had yet to give him her phone number but, holding onto a little bit of faith, Sarang patiently waited all until she saw a familiar, tall figure approach her. She raised her arm and waved.

“Heegun-ssi, you made it,” she spoke when he neared her. “I was afraid your work would come in the way of our ghost stories. Thank you for coming.”

The male got caught off guard, when he received a big smile and a enthusiatic response, as soon as he told her he would come. A warmness overcame him, since these days he rarely came across friendliness and kind remarks. The world had turned darker than before, people seemed to have lost what it meant to be human, so he was grateful whenever he encountered something as simple, yet beautiful like a sincere smile. At least he thought it was sincere.

When she freed herself from him, he let go of her, yet making sure she wouldn’t fall. Heegun turned his gaze away, when the female bended down to grab a piece of paper, he was a gentleman after all and staring at a lady’s backside, when she wasn’t noticing was just lowly. Not that it was much better, when she knew. The captain nodded, when Sarang handed hi over the address. “Thank you, I’ll be there.” His lips curled up into a shy smile. “And don’t mention it! Until tonight.”Politely returning the bow, he stepped away from the vehicle, to wait until she drove safely away. What a lovely encounter.

Since he wasn’t on duty, he returned right after and took a shower right away. Even when he had not to work today, there was a possibility that he was called out. Which wouldn’t be much of a hassle or a bother to him normally, but today he had other plans. Plans that excited him, since it meant to break out from his usual routine. Tonight he would be just Heegun, not Captain Kang.

“Good evening, Sarang-ssi.” He greeted her with a smile and a bow, when he approached her. “I’m glad work didn’t got in our way.” The male confessed, it was good to see her all refreshed again. “Glad to see you fine, as well.” He added, before looking around the area he didn’t come across often. This seemed like a promising night for some ghost stories.

#mixsarang #khg:para #t:on paths like these

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yonggukmi asked:

“I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!”

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He blinked tiredly, everything around him was white and bright. Was he dead? Heegun turned his head to the side, when he realized a presence next to him. His whole body ached, he felt incredibly weak, contrary to what he normally felt like. The captain was a middle aged man, but despite that he had been always strong and healthy, someone whose will carried him on, even when things got darker. His gaze was blurry, and when he finally made out the face of the person next to him, he was more than surprised.

“Bang Yongguk-sshi...” He mumbled, slowly gathering pieces of his memory. It had been days since he returned home. The captain had decided to stay for a while, as there was nobody home waiting for him and this case needed to be solved as soon as possible. Heegun was a strong man, since his childhood he didn’t needed much, he was satiesfied with everything he received, so working til late and live under spartan conditions for a short while would be alright. Or so he thought. But maybe the lack of sleep had caused him to faint while he received a visit from an old colleague.

The older slowly sat up, and looked around the room. So he had been carried to the SPD infirmary. Yongguk was just sitting next to him, arms crossed over his chest, mustering him with the kind of gaze Heegun wasn’t able to read. The two of them had a strange relationship, former colleagues, men of close age, the other being a visitor from time to time. “I fainted, didn’t I?” The SPD member said quietly, as he stared at the white blanket, wrapped around his legs. “Pretty embarrassing...” He mumbled to himself, before turning silent. The other’s deep voice suddenly broke the silence, and it surprised Heegun even more to hear something that seemed like a advice to him.

“Yes...” He was just able to answer, perplexed, as he looked at the younger’s face. “Thank you for helping me out...” A weak smile appeared on his lips, it kind of made him happy to know his old colleague still kind of cared for him and still knew of premises of the headquarter. Could he still hope?

#yonggukmi #khg: sentence starters #mi:ss #(thx for sending!)

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.old friendships don’t die

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mixthanatos:

it isn’t often that geunsuk spends time reminiscing over his childhood, over his younger years—there were things far more important than sticking himself in a past he didn’t have much peace in…aside from a few details; such as someone that he had unknowingly built a bond with ages ago, a bond build over watching out for one another, even when times back then had been far more simpler, far more…easy, so to speak.

but there was one thing that hadn’t changed by much, except for age and where the two had ended up in life.

there’s few left that know him by the name he had virtually abandoned, geunsuk. heegun was likely the only one left that he let slide, it was his legal name, after all. and he still valued their friendship enough, even if now there were more tactical reasons for keeping the other man around, he was still an old friend one way or another, one that he still held loyalty before despite the very different path he had taken.

and so whenever he picks up his phone, there’s a genuine half-smile that curls onto his lips—he had been awake for hours, avoiding sleep for work, and well…no for some likely overdue time spent out. “I am, but I’ve been busy long enough. I need a break for tonight.” he responds with a light laugh to his voice before he answers the real question at stake. “It’s been too long, I would be honored to meet up and have a few drinks with you. Where would you like me to meet you?”

the captain feels slightly uncomfortable and guilty when he heard the other was kind of busy and tired from work. but who wasn’t these days? so his heavy heart is lifted a bit, when geunsuk decided to take a break anyways. no matter how much they had to work in order to live, they weren’t machines, they were humans after all. “yes, way too long. i’ve almost forgot about your handsome face.” heegun teased his old school friend, as they had been often refered to as the handsome and ugly duo back then. not that these kind of things had changed much, even when the way of living had turned out differently for both.

“do you remember the old family restaurant, we went to last time?” last time, as in months ago. “i am in the mood for some samgyeopsal and soju. let’s meet up there.” things hadn’t look bad for the spd member these past weeks, but he felt like he was kind of stagnating, as if not able to move forward. was this the curse that laid upon the seoul police department? reminiscing in forsaken ideals and chasing after illusions that weren’t likely to turn into reality?

sometimes he lost himself in memories of his past. even when it was everything but a easy childhood, it had helped to develop him, to turn him into the kind of man he was today. but looking at the mirror, he then asked himself what kind of man was he supposed to be? meeting up with someone from his youth who has gone down a completely different path, might help him return to his old self, right?

#mixthanatos #khg:para #t:old friendships don't die #(i've taken so long omg i'm sorry ;;)

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.hunting down the copycat | khg solo

“I want every trained officer in a vehicle immediately! Evacuate civilians upon arrival and secure the perimeter! Now!”

The date is April 2nd, 2018. The time, 4:41 PM. Emergency response vehicles are loaded and rushed out onto the streets, lights blinding and sirens roaring, within minutes. The SPD’s growing panic spills out over the city, pushes units to make the journey to Lotte World in plenty of time. Little over an hour is enough to arrive, begin to evacuate civilians, but it isn’t enough time to formulate a plan. The SPD must improvise, or chaos will ensure. Hoping to minimise the latter, Chief Jooheon approaches you after he’s finished speaking to Lieutenant Lee.

“Captain,” he sighs, a shake in his voice, “Deputy Ji is leading the evacuation. I want you and Lieutenant Lee to lead units moving into the area. I have a feeling the killer will be returning to the ride last year’s kills took place, so hone in on the surrounding areas at a steady pace from all angles — we don’t want the killer to make any movements besides putting their hands above their damn head. Between us and the other unit leaders… Be on the look-out for a tall female, long brown hair. I’ve had a suspect for only a short time, and if my gut is right, we shouldn’t have to worry about them escaping in the evacuation, but instead what they have planned. We can’t predict any of this last kill, so be careful— and good luck. ”

Submitted by micollective

#mi:valentine18 #khg:solo #t: hunting down the copycat #wc: 619 #mixhyunwoo #jisukjinxmi #submission

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【 —⌖|| Cᵣₐcₖₛ ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ Gₗₐₛₛ】

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yonggukmi:

| @mikanggary |

—⌖|| It may have been three years since he’d left the force, but it didn’t stop Yongguk from dropping by once in a while under the guise of playing catch-up with old colleagues.As a private investigator, sometimes it was necessary to the job to occasionally collaborate with the police, just to keep the business legitimate so they wouldn’t go snooping into his darker activities. Maintain friendly contacts within the police, and it just made things easier in the long run if he ever had to call in any favors.

Though still recovering from his ordeal with the smugglers and the injuries that had yet to heal, Yongguk found the energy to stride into SPD headquarters like he belonged there. It was easy to smile at familiar faces, none of them realizing the pleasant expression was only a mask. It could be worse, he supposed.

They could know why he quit, after all.

It didn’t matter. He was there for information on the recent gang activity as well as the smuggling ring that had been bringing in so many new shipments of drugs, weapons, and explosives into Seoul. If the police had no leads, then what good were they?

“Captain, huh? I’m impressed, Heegun.” They hadn’t interacted much in the past, Yongguk on the route for detective and Heegun a member of the SWAT team, but still…Yongguk never forgot a face. “How’s life treating you these days?”

[/trigger warning: mentioning of death]

—⌖|| In all the years Heegun had been part of the SPD he had seen men coming and go, losing hope over the sunken system, dropping dead after being hit by bullets, leaving for retirement. He had lost dear colleagues and friends to both death and the system, had seen corrupted officers being suspended. Things like that had become routine, natural to a senior SPD member like him, and he wasn’t proud about how numb he had grown. But in order to protect this city, the citizens, law and justice, he had no choice but to throw away his own humanity, elsewise he wouldn’t have been able to work that long under those corrupted minds.

Sitting behind a huge pile of files, the captain organized stuff, filled out forms or picked up phone calls from his hoobaes, in his office, when one of his colleagues entered after knocking, telling him a former detective had come to see him. Lifting his eyebrow, he told the other to accept the visit and to lead him to his room. Upon seeing the familiar face, he greeted lightly, before returning to his work. He halted, when the other began to talk without proper honorific speech. Putting down the file in his hand, he looked straight at Yongguk, mustered him with his dark eyes.

“If you are not going to call me sunbae, at least call me hyung. Even though you aren’t eactly part of the SPD anymore, I’m not going to tolerate it.” Yongguk was close to his age, and sometimes they had interacted in a rather friendly way, but even then he was his senior in both, serving and age. Heegun didn’t intended to ignore the other, he was glad the other was still alive, and was still in contact with the headquarter. “Things got a little messy, these days... you’ve heard the news, I assume.” He then said, after stating his opinion about respective forms. “How is your own work doing?” The captain asked, after signaling the other to take a seat in front of him.

#yonggukmi #khg:para #t:cracks in the glass

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.lost stars, a speck within the galaxy

@miseungjun

there were a few things in heegun’s life he wasn’t exactly proud of, and maybe even regretful of. faking data in order to infiltrate one colleague into a gang and risk the possibility of him being discovered as undercover agent was one of these things. if it was possible he himself would have done it instead, making sure the young officer wouldn’t been endanged. if only he was able to protect those around him, avoiding to have them suffer. and still, it was always him doing mistakes, ending up regretting his deeds. the only way the captain knew was to try and reach out to seungjun, watching over him and provide him with everything he needed.

since he himself hadn’t had a family yet, heegun tended to be especially overprotective to the younger officers, like a caring ahjussi or even a doting parent. the tall seungjun wasn’t a exceptation, on the contrary: as undercover officer, the captain kept a even better eye on him. so he asked the other to see him now and then, in order to keep up with the mission progress.

[/text-seungjun] 10pm, usual place.

the sent text seemed rude and confusing, but as heegun was afraid a gang member could potentially see the message, he needed to be extra careful not to reveal the younger’s cover. seungjun would know what the captain was talking about.

#miseungjun #khg:para #t: lost stars a speck within the galaxy

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.risen from the dead

@jihyoxmi

He can’t believe his very eyes, as he watches a woman walking down a street. Heegun breaks away, eyes looking elsewhere, as he actually was here for something else, but he can’t, it’s like an automatic process. Dark orbs glance over once again, pieces of her appearance slowly gather in the Captain’s mind, black, shoulder long hair, decent to little make-up, smooth legs, the vibes of a simple and natural beauty. He is more than confused, it couldn’t be. Joongki had told him about her, about her loss, and it had destroyed his hope to ever see her and her smile again. A shaking of his head tries to push away any doubts but as she was still there, he couldn’t get a hold of himself again. Going out of his way, ignoring the duties he had to fulfill, he just walks up behind her, a familiar vibe crashes down upon him, and he is sure.

Gently tapping her shoulder, he slides into her angle of vision. “Jihyo? Is it you?” He asked, even though he knew already. Thousands of questions popped up in his mind, as stones of relief fell. At that very moment he realized that the unnamed love he had held in for seven years hadn’t changed a bit, despite his knowledge about her death, but now that she had returned to the living, it was about to burst out, more than before.

#jiyoxmi #khg:para #t:risen from the dead

mikanggary

.dionaea muscipula | khg solo

"I’m sure by this point, you’ve heard about the flower shop incident— Another reporter posing as an officer, I’m sure.” Chief Choi Jiwoo scoffs, then rubs her temples. Everyone in the precinct has noticed the bags under her eyes and the increase in cups of coffee she’s consumed in the last two weeks compared to before, but no one has the guts to say anything. She exhales. “We’re following up on it just in case, both the impersonator and the flower shop owner.”

Her movements are sluggish as she leans back, reaches into a drawer under her desk and pulls out a thin file, only a single paper in thickness. After a few long breaths, she explains. “As you know, we work closely with Salvatore when it benefits the city. Recently, an informant from Salvatore gave us what is probably our only potential real lead at the moment— A Black Lotus drug dealer had been in regular contact with the first female victim for two weeks leading up to her death.” She slides the file, with the informants full statement inside, across the table to you, eyes hard. “Unfortunately, just bringing him in would compromise our undercover officer. I need you to find a way to bring him in and interview him. I think he might be the key to solving this before another co—” She stops to take a deep breath. “—Before we lose anyone else.”

Once again he had been called into Chief Jiwoo's office but this time around his assigned task was more to his liking. Gang Investigations were his department after all. He carefully read through the file, scanning every line of the statement, in order to find a pitch to get Mamba being interviewed without suspicion. Leaning back on his chair, he thought of the possibilities, the excuses to bring someone in and interrogate them. "I could tell him the High-Tech the SPD uses is able to control the calls from public phones..." He mumbled, while taking notes. "Though it would be unneccessary to interview him then... and he might think I would know about his identity." The male shoke his head. This was definitely no excuse he could tell without risking the dealer's escape or the revealation of the informant.

#mi:valentine18 #khg:solo #t:Dionaea muscipula #wc:1340 #(finally done uff)

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Sarang nodded with a distracted smile. “Books all day. Books, books, bookmarks,customers.” It felt silly to talk about the work, despite the fact it was not a big fat lie. It was a small, thin lie, but this did not make her feel any better. It wasn’t ethical concerns she had, but rather an alien feeling she had while talking about the whole thing. It was almost like she was talking about another person, and so she worried over the possibility of not sounding convincing enough, something which she had no issues with in the past. But then again, you are talking about a different person, a voice in her mind echoed, making her pause for a moment before she could return to the conversation.

“I don’t do much of martial arts, but I took some self-defence classes, back in the days. It’s useful to know. And a friend dragged me to it,” a slow chuckle escaped her as she made sure to balance herself whilst not pressing herself inappropriately much against the man. She did not want to make either of them feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, but for what was worth, physical contact was much more difficult for her whose brain kept trying to calculate the amount of germs she shared with each person she came into closer contact with.

“Heegun,” she tested his name in a more informal tone for the first time, giving him a nod then as she started to walk, in the direction where she had left her car, continuously reminding herself to mind the supposedly injured ankle. “What stuff do you write? Are you planning to retire soon, then use all the knowledge of your cases to turn yourself into a famous crime thriller novelist? Because that sounds exciting,” she half-teased the man as they walked together. “Well…I don’t do a lot either. Jogging, going to cafes to read, working. I’m not much of a night club person. I don’t like it at all, as a matter of fact. I keep things quiet.” Which was true, minus the work. At least she could be truthful about certain aspects, which made the assignment significantly easier.

“But, um…I did have one plan. Heegun-ssi…Heegun,” she corrected herself. “There’s, uh…you see, every month, my workplace has reading nights. We spend about an hour and a half reading certain literature to those who come. Sometimes it’s kids stuff, sometimes it’s romance. We have a ghost story reading tonight at 7:30. You’ve, uh…You’ve been so much help with my injury and uh…Oh, this sounds silly!” While attempting to spill it out, Sarang legitimately blushed, looking away. “If you’re not awfully busy, I would like to invite you to come. If you’re not busy of course! I’m not trying to be weird and impose in your schedule,” an embarrassed smile adorned her lips as she shyly sneaked a glance up at the captain.

The captain listened to her, quietly, while facing forward, careful to not trip and hurt her more. He couldn’t imagine to work in that kind of work, as being a police officer had been his dream from the very beginning. This was his place, his fate. “Yes, definitely.” Heegun replied with a nod and a stoic expression, trying to push the warmth of their body contact to the back of his mind. This didn’t meant a thing, she was just someone who needed help and Heegun was just the random stranger who helped her. His habit to easily develop a crush on women who where slightly more friendly than the average had always brought trouble upon him.

“Ah, just stuff that’s on my mind. And sometimes poems or lyrical texts, nothing special though.” The male shrugged it off, as soon as he had formed it in words, he somehow felt awefully embarrassed, he was a man of duty after all. Weakness should never be shown. Did being human meant to be weak?

A chuckle left his lips, as he gently looked to his side, glancing down at the beauty leaning on his chest. “Don’t give me ideas like that. I might do that in like forty years.” Of course there was no way he would be able to work until the glory age of seventy. And openly said, in a world like this he couldn’t be too sure to survive that long. It was refreshing to talk about daily stuff though, since it eased his heavy heart, broke through the shell of determination. “Leading a quiet, peaceful life must be nice... ” The male mumbled rather to himself, lost in thoughts, staring into the void.

“Ghost stories?” His voice slipped, as well as his serious facial expression, and Heegun halted for a second, staring at her. He was a loyal SPD member, but he still believed in evil ghosts and spirits, bad karma and demons who would haunt the living. “Thank you for inviting me, but... “ His words staggered, and he didn’t know how to express himself, when he watched her blushing lightly at her bold invitation. “Ah, I mean... I’ll come. Please take care of me.” There was no way to reject a lady like her.

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“Sacrifices indeed…” She mumbled under her breath, fully understanding what he was talking about. Yet at times she couldn’t help but wonder if those sacrifices would be worthwhile or just useless in the end. She smiled, letting out a tiny laugh. He wasn’t wrong in that sense. Very few people actually like mondays. “You know, you sound quite optimistic, do you think you’re one?”

She chuckled at his rather enthusiastic response, not reading too much into it and thinking it was because he finally found a company for lunch. Truth be told she was looking forward to finally stop having lunch alone by herself too. “Ah… 26,” she trailed off, putting her cup of coffee down. “I’m a few years younger than you, so Heegun oppa?” She beamed brightly. “Or do you prefer being more formal and having me call you Heegun-ssi instead?” It was safer to ask first since not all people like to be called so informally at first.

Gaze flickering to glance at her watch briefly, she mentally noted to herself that she probably had just enough time to finish her cup of coffee before needing to leave if she doesn’t want to get back to the office late. “Your phone?” She looked back at him and asked, her palm outstretched in front of him. “I mean you need to know my number to know where to meet for next monday’s lunch, right?” She explained.

Inside his stomache he felt a ticklish feeling, when he listened to the woman who was lost in thoughts. He had never felt like this before and secretly thought that she knew what he was talking about and could relate to that. Meeting someone new and suddenly hitting off the same wavelength was something special and rare to him, and the lieutentant embraced that feeling. Truth to be told he didn’t had many friends outside of his job, which took so much time it mostly ate up his rare free time and private relationships. So he was thankful for every new face he got to meet.

“Ah, I would rather call myself a realist with optimistic tendencies. I strive for a peaceful Seoul, and with hard work and responsibility we will be there someday.” His dark orbs lit up for a moment, this had been his dream for the longest time.The older male nodded, instead of asking what age she truly was. He didn’t wanted to come off as rude or persistent. “O…oppa?” His voice shoke for a moment, when he stared at her his usual small eyes widened. It had been a while since he had been called oppa the last. It sounded unfamiliar, but warm. “Ah, please don’t be formal.. You can talk comfortable around me and…” He turned away his face, blushing slightly. “…Call me oppa…” Mumbling the male silenced himself, before starting to smile brightly. “Heegun-ssi makes me sound like a ahjussi…” He quickly added, even when he knew he was rushing towards the thirty much faster than he wanted to.

“Phone?” He repeated after her. Women these days were so bold and confident and Heegun adored their independence. If just he was able to talk to ladies this open-minded, he would be able to have a girlfriend as beautiful as Jihyo. The lieutenant hesitantly handed her the black smartphone, quickly wiping over the display before unlocking it. Why was his heart racing, even though his head knew this was just about eating lunch on mondays together?

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