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it’s…kind of a stupid “ego” (if you could call it that) thing, but he’s a little embarrassed.

knocking on someone’s door relatively far into the night to, well, talk about your feelings, was probably not the most polite (nor reasonable) course of action.

but he couldn’t seem to hold it in for another day, because who knows when he’ll get the time to think about it again? he feels terrible for potentially waking the man, but he decides to swallow his pride and take in a deep breath, hoping for the best.

what could he possibly say to make it less awkward, though?

‘i couldn’t sleep because i was busy wondering why some people are so insistent on hurting their own kind even if in the end they’re all made of the same kind of flesh and blood and since you’ve been on this earth longer i was wondering if you have a plausible explanation for this’?

yeah, totally not awkward. very smooth, actually.

(he must be in some strange kind of mindset today. this was probably not healthy.)

he’s brought some packets of fragrant, non-caffeinated tea (again, banana milk was absolutely wonderful but he wasn’t sure it’d be something you would offer to a 37-year-old police detective in the middle of the night) and a few baked goods, which he hopes is enough to serve as an apology for his sudden appearance and onslaught of questions.

was he going to regret this? probably.

Except he isn’t.

Instead here he is, sitting on the sofa in the living room, his upper body crouched over the numerous papers and files scattered all over the coffee table. He really shouldn’t be bringing his work back home, but he did anyway. The case isn’t even an urgent one, but he just couldn’t stop himself from doing that, being a typical workaholic and all that. 

With his concentration fully focused on the case he’s reading, his hand reaches out to grab the mug without him even looking as he brings it to his mouth — only for his brows to knit together upon realising that it’s empty. He puts the papers down, getting up to make himself another mug of tea, but then suddenly stops when he heard a knock on the door. 

Looking over to the main door, he wonders if he’s imagining things because who would visit him at this time of the night, but he decides to check it out anyway. He walks over and presses the button on the security system, looking through the doorbell camera as the sight of a person standing in front of his apartment came into view on the device. He raises his eyebrows at the unexpected visitor, but hurriedly opens the door after a few seconds of delay.

@advxjongkook

At a time that was perhaps a little cruel in its earliness, Jisoo pushed open the door to her favorite café, breathing in the warm cozy air of the café with relief. A she closed the door to the horrendous cold breeze that was lingering unremorsefully outside, Jisoo walked up to the counter to get herself a much needed cup of chamomile tea. Ah yes, the tea would be a nice aid in assisting Jisoo with any existing nerves. She was starting her official re-assignment as part of the police force today, and whilst Jisoo knew that it wouldn’t be too overwhelmingly different from her previous experience within the military, her nerves arose from her real mission: to capture and kill her previous special ops captain, Jin Goo. Jisoo was currently very conflicted. To the best of her knowledge, Jin Goo was specifically the type of man to obey his country to his last breath, (and it was precisely that exhibition of deep loyalty that enables Jisoo to fall in love with him in the first place) thus this heartless assassination order from their superiors smelt of strangely of suspicious intent.

So Jisoo was going to get to the bottom of the whole mess, whether she liked the truth or not. And she was ready to wage a war in order to do so. In fact, with regards to information, she already had a particular information broker in mind.

As if this atrocious mess of a situation wasn’t enough to keep a woman occupied, Incheon currently also held a very nosy and omnipresent problem, namely, her dear sister Jennie. At the mere thought of Jennie, Jisoo could feel a headache forming at her temples.

Uncharacteristically lost in her wonderings (but one could also argue that it was the ‘Jennie effect’), Jisoo didn’t manage to avoid a head-on collision with a man on as she made for the exit of the café. Shocked out of her thoughts by the hot sticky feeling of caffeine sinking its metaphoric claws into the front of her shirt, Jisoo tsked in disapproval. Getting any stains on her perfectly ironed shirt was a problem in itself, but caffeine? The substance derived from the devil himself?

“You know, caffeine is atrociously bad for you.” Jisoo sighed. “In fact, the more you consume the more deeply rooted the addiction becomes; so I suggest you take spilling this on me as a sign that you should wean yourself off from this unhealthy habit.”

His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, a frown etch on his face when he notices who the caller is. “You better have a good reason for calling me for the fifth time in the last one hour...” His usual calm demeanor is all gone and replaced by an irritated tone, as the person on the other end of the line continues talking.

“I told you to handle it by yourself, if you can’t manage it then what’s the point of delegating you as the leader for the sub-unit,” he snarls into the phone, and then trying to smother his expression into a kinder one when the barista prompts him for his orders. He grabs the pile of drinks — his cup of tea the lone ranger amidst all the coffee — with his other free hand as he makes his way for the exit.

“Fine, I’m coming back to the station right away,” mumbling under his breath as he ends the call, eyes focusing on the phone and thus failing to notice the other person coming his way. He is taken aback when he collides with the girl and accidentally spills one of the cup of coffee on her.

“I was too preoccupied, I’m sorry about that—” he apologises, a guilty look on his face when he sees the dark stain on the girl’s shirt. Although it changes to that of a baffled and slightly amazed one when she started lecturing on how caffeine is bad addiction and he should stop drinking coffee. Usually he’s the one who lectures the others, and not the other way round, to the point he has forgotten to straighten the fact that he doesn’t drink coffee and that those cups of coffee aren’t for himself.

“Unique? Oppa must be quite a person then.” Once more she chuckled, voice being covered by the cup as she took a sip of her drink. The man picked up a call from an unknown number, in the middle of the night, when he was obviously tired and even though she had been speaking nothing but nonsense, he didn’t hang up. Yes we rather unique. Or just crazy. “I must confess I’m quite… special myself!” 

Instead getting back to her bed, she sat on the little couch, making sure she would take the juice box with her. She was wildly awake now, and sleep wasn’t quite an option. “It’s a very manly voice. Strong voice!” Getting herself a straw and a thin blanket, Ah Young would gather some of her art supplies and doodle on white sheet of paper, one of tails holding the phone. 

His acceptance towards her suggestion made her loose a cheerful shout. “Oh, you must have an important job then! But yes, that sounds like a plan, tell the name you’d like me to save your contact. Doesn’t have to be your real name!”

Jongkook smiles to himself. Is he quite a person? Probably. If being exposed to bloody scenes repeatedly and chasing after highly dangerous criminals means that he’s quite a person, then he truly is. The edge of his mouth curved up. “You are special, even if you don’t think so yourself. Don’t let others’ limited judgement affect you because they’re just an insignificant gust of passing wind in your life.” Been there, done that. He had enough experience to be able to advise someone like that.

“Really? It’s a strong, manly voice to you?” he laughs, some part of him secretly pleased that his voice sounded attractive to someone, because his colleagues have always been telling him his voice sounded like a century-old-man who nagged at every single thing in his sight. He isn’t that old yet, for sake. “Your voice sounds like a pretty young girl to me. You aren’t underage, are you?” The possibility is low since she have been drinking, but he couldn’t be sure. Although if she is, he may just start lecturing about how it’s bad to drink at such a young age.

Dropping the bag of tea into the mug, he mulls over the question idly. He doesn’t mind revealing his real name to her, but then a nick popped up in his mind randomly. “Horangi oppa,” he blurted out, and then instantly questions his own sanity. Why did he ask her to save his number as ‘tiger oppa’? He seriously needs some sleep.

[...]

Pushing the man along, Jaehyun can help but tsks at the man’s excuses (?), his eyes narrowing with disapproval, “Then shouldn’t you be more careful? Clothes are expensive these days, it’s wasteful to be continuously throwing them away. And you’d think a detective would take better care of their health. Don’t you need a healthy, functioning body to keep catching those crooks?” 

The detective was starting to remind him of Jin Goo in all his reckless, injury prone glory. All these men with more brawn then sense. It couldn’t hurt for them to have a bit more… restraint and possibly a healthy dose of fear of pain or something. 

It isn’t long before they come across a substantially large first aid kit mounted to the wall, and Jaehyun wastes no time in picking out the supplies he required. Since the laceration were somewhat superficial, nothing much beyond some disinfectant and bandages were required– the man wouldn’t need stitches. 

Supplies under arm, he marches towards the nearest washroom, tugging the detective along. 

“Should I?” He retorts playfully, “Hmmm… well, I wont’… but any donations as a sign of your gratitude would be graciously accepted.” 

He pauses for a moment, before continuing with an after though, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, “Or, you could just treat me to lunch!” 

“I prefer to call myself a good cop that intimidates through mere presence.” he chuckles. It’s not like he goes around beating all the criminals up, or is a corrupted officer that accepts bribes from the rich though. Some people are just naturally harder to handle than the others. And he couldn’t help but laughs at Jaehyun’s question. 

“Where did you get that impression that we slam heads against the tables from?” He isn’t offended by that, more so amused than displeased. “Well, it’s true some cops are not... particularly patient — you get worn out easily if you have to constantly deal with people who think they’re smarter and greater than the rest — but we’re not legally allowed to do that to the suspects. That would be deemed as violation already.” That is obviously not a wise move on the police’s part, clearly. 

“Yah, come tell me that when you’re at my age now, and are you seriously telling a cop to fake faint just to get time off? Goodness sake, you’re ridiculous,” he complains, as he gets ushered off by the younger male. “And I thought I was the naggy one here,” he laughs, thinking how absurd it is to be reprimanded by someone younger and one who isn’t his mother. The chances of that is close to none. 

“My clothes come cheap, it’s going to be a waste wearing expensive clothes in our job.” It’s not as if anyone would notice them wearing branded clothing when their focus is more on catching criminals. “I have a healthy, functioning body! These are just external wounds that like heal soon,” he protests. He exercises regular and abstains from unhealthy food, if that’s not healthy then he doesn’t know what it is. 

He tags along the younger male with almost a resign fate, the determination on his face making it hard for him to refuse. He rolls up his sleeves, stretching his arms out so that Jaehyun would have an easier time attending to his wounds. 

[...]

Her train of thought is disrupted by his next line of question, and she realises that he’s holding the door open for her. Her smile grows brighter; and they say chivalry is dead.

“Why, thank you,” she sings as she shrugs playfully, and as she walks past him, she makes sure to look at his ring finger—huh, no ring, “uh, I don’t know oppa. Why don’t you pick? I’m okay with anything!”

Usually, Jennie would scream hamburger, fried chicken, pizza or the like, but she supposes those types of food are not suitable for a first date. Despite the way she’s dressed—jumper, black tights and furry boots, everything that screams she just rolled out of bed—Jennie supposes he wouldn’t care about that. After all, it’s her face and her personality that he’s come to like, so that’s what matters the most.

Her cheeks have taken on a pinker tint, but she blames it on the cold. Slowly—sneakily—she reaches her hand out to grab Jongkook’s empty one, and drags him out of the police station in an alarming speed.

“Hurry, oppa! I’m hungry!”

With her heart beating a rapid tattoo on her chest, and her hand warmed by his larger, rougher one, she thinks that perhaps she could get used to this.

Jongkook mulls over the options in his mind, unaware of the slight frown on his face. If the decision was up to him, of course he would pick for a healthier choice. It’s all about the protein for him… so basically chickens and chickens and more chickens, but he doesn’t think Jennie would have liked that — most young people wouldn’t go for his lifestyle choice. They probably like oily and unhealthy fast food, which he would rather die than consume them. Although if Jennie really wanted that, he supposed he would still agree to bring her, and watch her eat while he rejects to put the food in his mouth.  

As he stride down the corridor to get to the section of the police station where some of his colleagues are busy at work, he finally decides on a place. It’s a nice cozy cafe that serves a fusion of korean and western food — it’s a bit more fancy than fast-food restaurants, but not as posh as those high-class dining so he thinks it’s a good mix in-between. 

After passing the documents to the person-in-charge and a few words of reminders, he gestures for Jennie that he’s all done and they could go for the dinner. She surprised him though, when she suddenly grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out of the station so fast that he had to pace up to keep up with her speed. He supposed she must have been really hungry to be that eager, he thinks to himself. Which is why the fact that they are holding hands almost like a couple easily slips past his mind. Even if he did notice, he would have regarded it normal as a protective brother’s stance — beside he was old enough to even be her Uncle. Or maybe he’s just rather dense when it comes thing like that. Not ‘maybe’, he definitely is. 

“Jennie, slow down! Do you even know where my car is parked at?” He tightens his hold on her hand to stop her from rushing forward, letting it be when she doesn’t let go of his hand as he leads her to his car. Jennie could be a little too generous — more like over-generous — with her skinship at times, so he doesn’t notice anything out of the norm. He finds it acceptable for her, as long as she doesn’t suddenly kiss him on his cheek because it always shocks the hell out of him when she did that, and no matter how many times he tells her not to do it again, she does it again the very next time. 

He opens the car door for her, ushering her in and even putting on the safety belt for her as it clicks into place. Who knows if she would do something weird and endanger herself if he doesn’t do it for her. 

He shrugs, “I didn’t think I was the type either. Even now, I have no idea how good I am at being a teacher.” Sure, being a trainer was no problem, but there was a difference between teaching and training. He chuckles, “Not by accident,” he goes along with the joke. He hadn’t yet caused any serious bodily harm to any of his students, though he was fairly close to dislocating someone’s shoulder, completely by accident, he swears.

It isn’t that he hasn’t thought the question of why he was out so late wouldn’t be asked, it’s more a matter of how out of the blue the question was. He wasn’t expecting it at all, so there’s a slight pause as he processes the question. He doesn’t plan on lying. It wasn’t as though he was doing bad things.

“I was following the smell of crack cocaine,” he admits easily, “It brought me to that building we found me across from, and I was going to wait someone out and figure out if the place really is a drugs facility.” It doesn’t cross his mind that crack doesn’t really have a strong or even a really noticeable smell. The first time he had smelled the stench of the potent drug, his senses had already been heightened quite a bit.

“I’m sure you’re doing fine as a teacher,” he comments as an afterthought, as the astoundment of Jin Goo being a teacher slowly wears off. It came as a surprise at first, but thinking about it, there are plenty of people who switches job that is nowhere linked to their previous one. “If you weren’t, you’ve have probably been fired by now.” Life is tough, as it always have been and always will be. It’s a hard, sad fact. 

The older male raises his eyebrows at the other’s answer regarding his question — one that he had wanted to ask but had forgotten due to the elation of seeing an old face until now— as an expression mixed between bewilderment and incredulity shows up on his face.

[...]

“If I could why the fuck would I still be here?” his bark comes with bite, a snarl on his lips as he snaps the response. Having it thrown in his face so blatantly, by a voice not his own, only serves to twist his insides, stir and rile him up. It’s an insult, to him ─ a mutant with powers that nearly catered to this exact thing, being unable to carve a solution for his growing agitation? Being unable to escape a place with locks and chains that he should be able to undo with barely a thought given to the task? Maybe he’d have laughed at the irony of it ─ if he didn’t feel like he was steadily losing his goddamned mind. 

The man’s words fall on nearly deaf ears, mumbled syllables that don’t quite sink through. It might have been calming, that level of collected steadiness and potentially unintentional reassurance (despite the sarcastic edge to it), but it doesn’t register in the way it could’ve. Words are selectively picked up ─ trapped, just survive, just pretend; Hongbin’s glare loses its focus as his breaths grow shallow and even the slightest bit more unsteady. 

The amount of which he hates this only becomes clearer by the second. 

His palm presses to the wall, strength summoned to push himself upright. His muscles are too tensed and coiled, almost painfully, and he’s not really staring at the one in front him despite how it seems. He has to get out ─ he has to find something, somewhere that’ll lead to his escape. There’s got to be something he overlooked somewhere ─ had he searched this whole place? Should he?

He will ─ from top to bottom, he’ll turn this place over until an exit becomes clear. 

“Move,” he growls but it’s shaking underneath, cracks in already fragile defense only growing deeper. The way it must look as he stumbles forward, hissing as he is, would probably be a cut to that pride of his had he a thought to spare to worry about it. “I’m gettin’ outta here ─ you’re in the way.”

Recognizing his own delusions was never Hongbin’s strong point; it certainly wouldn’t grow to be one now, when he needs it. 

“I could say the same thing back to you,” he snarls, his temper getting the better of him. The nerve of him to put all the blame on the cops whenever something went wrong and they weren’t there to solve it fast enough for their liking. What do irresponsible youngsters like him know about them at all? The heavy burden they had to carry — not many people gave thanks to them when they solved cases and saved life with their own life on the line instead, because it was their damn fucking responsibility to do so, and then grumbling and cursing when they weren’t able to come to them like a superhero descending to save them from misery. Cops are humans too and not some invincible divinities, but many don’t seem to grasp that understanding. 

He clenches his fists firmly — the path of his veins clearly visible on his arms as his muscles tightened — reminding himself not to lose his composure in such circumstances and to clear his head of the impending negative feelings that are starting to surface. Emotions like these would only hinder him and his ability to figure something out, in the worse way possible. He takes a few deep breaths and the faint metallic smell of blood in the air only serves to prompt him that he should be trying to find a way out, not be stuck in this hallway with this infuriating lad.  

He wonders if being trapped in an enclosed area with no possible escape route is making him antsy and thus crippling his capability. He shouldn’t get so worked up over something trivial like this, but he did. Some part of him is seemingly alarmed with this conclusion.    

Eying the younger male with unconcealed animosity, he grudgingly moved over to the side with a huff, even though the hallway is wide enough for a person to pass through without being blocked by him. He doesn’t know if the lad is trying to spite him on purpose or he is just too distraught to think properly at all, but he would be foolish to step into a trap made for him because of the other party’s incompetence.  

people who are quiet are often overlooked. they’re rarely the ones to get in trouble, and hardly ever called out on such things on top of that. these are things that sana is accustomed to– not this situation, not confrontation. being interrogated is a foreign concept to her and yet here she is, fidgeting in place and averting her gaze each time silence happens to string tight between them.

somewhere, a part of her wonders who she’s being interrogated by. 

every time the man speaks she stiffens up, eyes raising to meet his look as if she were being questioned by a particularly firm teacher of hers. it’s easy to tell how she struggles with maintaining eye contact but she still makes an effort to keep it when he offers a sound way to continuing communicating. she nods slowly at the suggestion, tips of her fingers pressing together in nervousness only to momentarily freeze at the first question alone. 

it’s a bit embarrassing, really– a light flush dusts at her cheeks at the thought– but she nods; it wasn’t as though she hadn’t found the person she was looking for, but it was more honest than not.

In moments like this, he wonders if he did the right decision in coming up to the girl over her motive of snooping around almost like a thief looking for its next victim. It is of his good will, yet there are times people regarded this kind of intention as being nosy and poking into others’ business where it’s not needed. He doesn’t mind, as long as he did his part in protecting the society and its citizens.

Still, his level of patience is not infinite like the vast universe and it was getting exhausting with each passing seconds. His face remains calm though, emitting an aura of composure, though mostly it was because he’s dealing with a young lady and not a lad. Interactions with the opposite gender tends to make him more tame and forgiving, and it’s a habit hard to change.

He eyes her with a rather vague expression when she nods in response to his question. So she’s looking for someone. But that doesn’t quite explain the reason why she’s sneaking around suspiciously, as if not wanting to be caught.

[...]

Her free hand moves to grab the folder he hands her, but she’s too busy admiring the timbre of his masculine voice. Plus, it’s not like she needs to pay close attention to the information on the folder; a confident Jennie muses that the other hacker is beneath her, and hacking into his archives should be a walk in the park. After all, she’s had to hack into bigger, better organisations with bigger, better cyber security. If Jongkook tasks little Jennie with hacking into this guy’s network, then she really doesn’t think she’s that far off in assuming that he’s not that big of a case. (Jongkook always looks out for Jennie, a fact reaffirmed by his soothing words.)

“Aw, oppa, you’re worried about me!” she sings, and she giggles as she moves on tippy toes to plant a big, fat kiss on his cheek, “I’ll be extra careful since you asked me to!”

And then she lets go of his arm and flips her hair over her shoulder, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She plops on the chair and her mind starts hacking into the police database, but because Jongkook’s already given her full access to these computers, the obstacle of their cyber security has been removed. So it simply takes her a minute to download and store the updated police database in her mind, while her hands move to rapidly tap on the keyboard, manually hacking into the guy’s profile. As expected, it’s really easy—the hacker is all aggressive and thus, has implemented only weak defences, so it takes her a moment to hack and download his archives even without the use of her power and instead, relying fully on the computing her father has taught her in her youth.

It takes her eight minutes to do both tasks at once. She hits print then turns to Jongkook, a proud grin plastered on her features.

“Done! Now oppa can catch this baddy and lock him up forever! All thanks to me!” she praises herself with a giggle, and then she forms small love hearts with her thumb and index finger as she winks at him.

(Oh, she can’t wait to open up her present when she gets home later. So many people to hack, so little time.)

He doesn’t realise Jennie isn’t paying close attention to his reminder, and even if he does, he could only sigh at her. It’s not like he could force her to listen to his nagging and he knows that she has it all in her hands. She’s brilliant with what she does, he would never doubt her on that, but he wouldn’t dare to let her handle cases that are too big in case she gets innocently dragged in. In his eyes, she’s the dongsaeng that he needs to protect and care for and nothing else matter. 

He blinks, stunned from Jennie’s outrageous action. But before he could react to that properly, she has already moved her focus onto the computer and starting the task that he has given her. His gaze drifts off to that one officer in the room, an imaginary sigh of relief when he sees that he was busy behind the computer. Good. He wouldn’t be able to explain to his colleagues at all without messing up. He was good at solving cases, but definitely not this. 

As Jennie rapidly taps on the keyboard away, he leans by the side, watching her for barely a minute before he gets distracted by a phone call. He walks away to the corner of the room in order not to disturb her, speaking in a hushed voice to the person at the other end of the call. He ends the call only minutes later, walking back to Jennie at the same time she finishes with her things.

He chuckles at her, reaching out to pat on her head affectionately. “You did a good job, Jennie, very well done.”

Jin Goo grins, “Like jinxes work on you.” He had never known the older to be affected by much. When Kim Jongkook put his mind to something,it got done. Looking over at his phone as it vibrated on the table, he caught sight of a few digits before the screen turned black again.

He just smiles wryly at the other’s reaction to him actually being a teacher. It was understandable; he wasn’t all that used to it yet either. “I can’t say I’m particularly good at it, but it’s something to do.” He thinks back to his own class just earlier that morning. One of the students had lost their cool and set their mat on fire. It was something new each day, and he supposed it worked well to feed a little bit of excitement in his life nowadays. He shrugs, “On the whole, they listen fairly well. If they don’t, then they’re in trouble when it comes time for their ‘tests’.” A lot of their tests were facing off against him, so if they didn’t pay attention in class, it would just come back sooner or later to cause a few regrets.

“Oh, hyung’s a bigshot now,” he murmurs, half-hiding a teasing smile behind his cup as he takes a drink. He sobers though, thinking of the crime rate. It wasn’t very noticeable, not for him living in the foundation the majority of the time. “I’ll keep an eye out,” he agrees. Though not in the military anymore, he still feels that knee-jerk reaction to protect his country.

“You never know,” he chuckles back. True, he never believes in superstition and the likes of it, but it doesn’t rule out the possibilities of the unexplained. And then there’s also the existence of people with all kind of abilities. 

“Truthfully I never pegged you to be the kind to teach kids out of all things, but a job is a job. I do think it might benefit you for trying out something new,” he remarks in sincerity. Any remains of his past military life could be torture for Jin Goo, and so Jongkook thinks it isn’t that a bad thing he’s doing something totally different now.    

“Broke any bones of theirs by accident yet?” He jokes and laughs. Some kids could be hard to handle and he knows that just as well. He rolls his eyes at Jin Goo’s teasing, trying to hide the grin he was withholding. 

On the behalf of all foxes. His words echoed on her mind, making Ah Young genuinely laugh. The image of a cartoon version of her as a fox spokesman, representing the whole race of the adorable ginger creatures. “I am indeed. I’m the representative of all fox interests and rights. My first demand is to forbid the hunt as sport.” Another laugh, going from her bed as she walked towards the kitchen, cautiously avoiding her art supplies and failing miserably. 

The whole feeling of sadness and self-consciousness started to vanish, giving room to the excited and idiotically happy. “Did you know-” The sound of a glass with brushes falling could be heard. “That in this crazy world there isn’t just normal people?” Using one of her tails to open the fridge, Ah Young reached for the glass bottle of orange juice. “And you? Would you considerate yourself as normal?” Childish snort coming out of her lips as she poured some juice on her ceramic mug. “I like your voice oppa.” 

Rotating three times, Ah Young sat on the floor, back leaned against the couch. “I know this is sudden, yet… can I save your number?” Her voice was soft, with a hint of childish tone. “Everyone could use a phone buddy… Will you be mine?” 

Chuckling at her reply, Jongkook stands patiently by the side of the counter as he waited for the kettle to be heated up. He wonders if the girl at the other end of the receiver is starting to clear up from her drunken stupor. Her words didn’t sound as nonsensical as they were compared to when he picked up the phone and heard her voice for the first time. 

He blinks, staring blankly ahead and a tad taken back by the question. Does he actually consider himself normal? In a way, he feels just like any ordinary human out there, even though he knows he isn’t. Not with that special ability of him that is normally kept hidden to all, and the fact that he knows there are other people with other kind of abilities too. 

“I know,” he replies, drumming his fingers lightly on the counter. “Normal? I consider myself rather unique.” He laughs, a grin etched on his face. And then for the umpteenth time within that phone call duration, he is once again taken aback.  

“You… like my voice? You’re the first to tell me that.” Most people gets the first impression from first look, and his voice is definitely not something noticeably. Unless he’s nagging at people, then his voice would sound annoying to them instead.

He raises his brows, clearly sceptical. Scattered amongst the wounds, there were traces of scars– some fading, some that probably never will, some scratched open one way or another. 

“You ought to take better care of them. Else the scars will just get uglier, and you’ll start looking like a gangster.” He remarks with a playful lilt, hand gently twisting the arm in his grip side to side to get a better look. A tiny smirk crept its way up the corners of his lips, eyes darting up as he lightly teases the man, “Rather absent minded of you to forget. Aren’t detectives supposed to be sharp-witted?” 

Finally letting go of the detective’s arm, he shrugs off his lab coat, draping it over one of his arms. “At least clean them or something.” He protests, unimpressed by Jongkook’s lack of care for the matter. “What if they got infected? Or what if the bigger ones are further aggravated? And the blood! I know it’s not like you’re bleeding a river, but doesn’t it annoy you even the tiniest bit that it’s staining your sleeve?”

Shaking his head as he sighs dramatically, he claps his palms against the male’s shoulders, gently turning him around and pushing him towards the exit. 

“I’ll help you clean them. Let’s go find the first aid kit.”  

“My look already intimidates some people, it doesn’t matter much if I start looking like a gangster. Who knows, maybe if I look like one all those criminals will collapse upon seeing me and I would have an easier time chasing after them.” He chuckles, not minding that he’s making a joke at himself. He’s a cop, not a model or actor, so having scars wouldn’t really hinder him in his job anyway.

“Ayy, you pesky little lad,” he chides kiddingly at Jaehyun’s teasing. It’s the truth he could be considered old when compared to the younger generation, but he definitely isn’t that kind of senior that couldn’t take a joke or recognize one when faced with it. “Try being sharp-witted after having to stay up for three nights in a row. It’s a miracle my brain still has the ability to function properly.” 

He shrugs, lifting his arm to take a better look at the wounds. Apart from the fact that they do look kind of ugly, he doesn’t think that the wounds show any sign of being infected to him at the moment. Or at least he thinks they don’t. He’s not exactly a professional in the medical field. 

“It’s not the worse, you should have seen the amount of clothes I have to throw away because of all the blood stain that can’t be washed away.” Although technically those blood stains definitely weren’t his. He sighs, but went along with Jaehyun anyway.

Hari looks up with reverence caught in her eyes. There is safety behind this person who stood up for her. 

The shrill voice tears through the peace of the marketplace again. “Who are you to get involved? I’m disciplining her. I have that right!”

Wrinkles form across Hari’s face, completing a scowl. “I don’t know her.” This woman has a habit of claiming Hari when it’s convenient for her and her “discipline,” but Hari doesn’t hesitate to cast her out. At one point in her life the word “mother” came with sincerity, desperation to be accepted, and love. Now there’s only a bitter taste of forced respect thickly coating her tongue. This woman means nothing to her but a hard lesson for her to swallow. 

Although she doesn’t know who this man is, she can tell by the tone of his voice that he stands firm with his decisions. He already made one good judgment call to step in to help her; she prays that he won’t back down. 

“What did you say, you wench?” The woman bites back quickly. “You think you’re a real piece of work getting someone to intimidate me, huh? You’re acting like you got some real guts as if you didn’t ruin my family.”

There it is again. She has a way with shoveling all the blame for everything that went wrong onto Hari. Hari’s hands are rough and calloused from carrying loads that she was never meant to deal with, and she’s had enough. “I don’t know her,” she repeats directly to the man firmly. 

Jongkook grimaces at the shrilling voice of the older woman, his head inching slightly back as if it would help him in coping with the sound. He could already predict this woman being a tough nut to crack with the way she is reacting to his interference, but it did nothing except strengthening the notion in him to be more persistent in getting her to back off from hitting the other younger woman.

He spares a brief look at the younger woman when he heard her non-native accent, but was quickly interrupted again by the ugly calling from the older woman. She’s one heck of a tenacious person, isn’t she. 

Clearly, he doesn’t know what’s actually really going on between the two women, but currently the old woman seems more like the unreasonable party and his hutch is telling him to stick with the younger lady. His six sense is usually on spot most of the time. He inhales and then exhales deeply before facing the older woman once again. 

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It’s perhaps impossible to tell, what with the gleeful smile plastered on her face, but Jennie was extremely annoyed by that sudden phone call from Jongkook. She had been busy filing her nails when the incoming call came, and due to the position she was in—lying flat on her stomach on a very comfortable bed bought with very illegal money—she struggled to get off and only just managed to answer it in time, unknowingly gaining a carpet burn on her left knee in the process. He’s lucky that she’s already gone through the list of criminals she’d managed to retrieve the last time she helped him out, and her boredom is telling of her desperation for a brand new list.

She’s sadly had to slip into pants, and to cut the story short, here she is, waiting for Jongkook in a crowded police station.

(How ironic, she thinks, that she’s helping to exercise justice on criminals. She supposes in a distorted vigilante sort of way, she’s doing the same thing, but somehow she knows that most won’t quite see it her way. Never mind that, her dad has always said she was special, and she supposes that extends to her views.)

Jennie brushes the thought away and instead, faces the direction in which Jongkook will appear in 3, 2, 1…

“Oppa!” she calls out affectionately, her typical bright smile revealing her pearly whites. (She knew he was coming because she hacked into the security cameras just seconds ago, and saw him fast approaching from there.)

“More baddies for me to put away? Lead the way!” she cries, her hand reaching out to hook his muscular arm.

He nods casually at the greetings as he makes his way to where he has asked Jennie to wait at — a mixture of people talking at the same time along with the shuffling of papers and ringing of phone calls all over the place. The younger girl’s energetic voice stands out perfectly against the noise, as he approaches her with a grin and chuckles. 

“Why do you sound so excited? If I were you I’d have been cranky for having to come out all the way here,” he remarks bluntly, paying no special mind to the way the younger girl grabs onto his arm with enthusiasm as he leads her further into the deeper part of the station. Upon reaching a series of individual rooms down the corridor, he slides a card across the access control device which grants the both of them entrance after a small beep.

It’s a small room, with just a couple of computers and one other person typing away on the keyboard behind the computer screen. He leads Jennie to one of the already logged in computers and gestures for her to take a seat.