𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦 & 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦

GO MINSI The Frog, Episode 2

A KILLER PARADOX / 살인자ㅇ난감 (2024) dir. Lee Chang-hee

TEN ⊹ BAMBOLA (2025)

Insu positioned himself on the bed to face her better, leaning back to grab a box of tissues from the nightstand, and offered them to her with a solemn expression. "You couldn't have known. There's always a chance of complications with surgeries. Even common ones, you've told me that. Hey—" He gently grabbed one of her hands, cupping it between his with a firm squeeze in the hope that his next words truly sank in: "It's not your fault."

While finding him had been easier than expected it didn't mean she would not have been capable otherwise. Hiding from her company was near impossible if not at least a tedious task that needed to be precise. Although finding him like this did not cloud her mind about his capabilities outside of hiding away from people he doesn't want to find him. "You wouldn't be." Anyone with an ounce of smugness to them would have matched his smirk or even provoking snark, yet Yunseo was more than clinical about her statement, a cold certainty to it that gave the statement more weight than any sarcasm ever could. Confidence was more than making a cheap show of oneself which many in her position liked to do. "Extraordinary in many ways, we have a customer satisfaction score of 99%. In a sense we share a business model, Park Joonho-ssi." Reaching for her bag she slipped an ipad across the table next, revealing with just one simple tap a silent security camera video of a masked figure following the man's brother. "Your carelessness has caught the attention of one of our targets, who led us to your bother. I assume a fact you are not yet aware of but would be soon enough. Undeniably something you would want to pursue which is why I am here." Firm fingers slid the ipad back over to her side of the table the same moment her other hand put out her cigarette. "Our customer is rather precise about their wishes regarding this target and if they were to be taken care of in any other way, that would reflect badly upon my company. Which is why I am proposing a deal."

"In other words, I join your company, I can handle this matter myself. A win-win." His fingers were itching to pull his cell phone from his pocket and call Insu. Though, his brother would probably ignore him. "But why go through all the trouble?" Joonho needed to keep his composure. No matter how stoic he may have tried to remain, he knew he had noticeably tensed up. "You could have handled it without me even knowing in the first place. Almost feels like you're trying to help me."

Her world felt like it was spinning, almost as if she had just come off of a tilt-a-whirl ride at the fair. She managed to load herself into a taxi and give an address. It just so happened that it wasn't her address. When the door opened and she heard the question, it took her a moment to process it before shaking her head. Layla had no idea what time it was, or what day it was, to be fair. The alcohol had fully consumed her mind. "No, m'sorry," she slurred out, moving slowly into the apartment once she had been given silent permission. "I gave your address by mistake, driver left before I realized..." Layla trailed off, looking at Beam with an apologetic look. "I was throwing myself a pity party... I got royally dumped and embarrassed," she blabbed, the emotions getting the best of her whole her eyes teared up.

It was just Daeun's luck, getting stuck with an emotional drunk in the middle of the night. Crying over a breakup, of all things. Sighing to herself, she locked the door back and led Layla by the wrist to the sofa. "Better you ended up here than in an alleyway or something." Daeun was not the right person to properly deal with this. But she was thankful that Layla seemed to physically be okay. "Do you feel nauseated at all?" Daeun stepped out of the room long enough to retrieve a glass of water, offering it to Layla once she returned. "Pity parties aren't exactly fun. And I'm sure whatever happened... you know, fuck them."

she  had  nearly  forgotten  insu  was  there .  not  that  she  didn't  appreciate  his  presence ,  she  was  too  startled  to  focus  on  anything  other  than  her  rapid  heart  rate .  “ i'm  fine , ”  han-na  lies ,  sitting  up  in  her  bed  and  wiping  the  tears  from  her  cheeks .  “ i  thought  you  would've  left  by  now , ”  she  remarks .  their  relationship  hadn't  ended  well .

"Still here." Insu reassured her with a small smile. "I can leave, if you prefer. I'm also still a fairly decent listener, if you want to talk about it."

Choi Woosik in Jinny’s Kitchen Season 2, Episode 3 (서진이네 시즌2)

"hey! i didn't start the fight . . . this time." but that didn't mean he didn't intend to finish it. and did just that. you should see the other guy. "stitches?" moose groans, tilts his head back briefly before looking at benz once more. "you really think so?"

Rather than immediately respond, Benz simply shot Moose a disapproving look before turning his attention back to the injury at hand. "I might be able to make it work without stitches, if you're worried about scarring. But you have to keep the area clean. And that means no more fights. — Hold this and keep pressure." He grabbed Moose's hand and replaced his own that was holding the bit of gauze over the wound, needing his hands free to prepare and properly sterilize. "Why do you even get into fights? What's the purpose?"

"To a fault." If it weren't for habit it would have taken only a tad longer to find him. Either way it was good she had done so that night in order to gauge her possibilities regarding this matter rather quickly. Yunseo could be patient but anything that could be done immediately was never pushed off with her. "And I intent to keep it that way." Fingers slipped into her purse, a business card soon slid across the table to him. "Regardless of your impact on my business I do respect skill. Skills that are more than useful to my company. So unless you want to continue being in my way I welcome you as a hire." The other option on her mind was much less luxurious.

A firm reminder that he needed to be more cautious and switch up his routine a bit more; he had gotten careless. If she was able to track him down, there were surely others that were just as capable. Though, maybe not as efficient. Joonho leaned onto the table, eyes following the business card as it slid across. CEO of CLAW. A security company. He had to smirk, taking one last drag of his cigarette with a nod. "And if I continue to be in your way? Hm?" Of course, Joonho knew what the other option was. Which was all the more reason why he found this to be amusing, even when he shouldn't. "You're no ordinary security company. Why don't you fill me in on some of the details, Ms. Lim Yunseo."

the logical thing would be to play dumb, to keep walking as if he hadn’t heard her — but instinct wins out before reason can catch up. hence yeo ju-an does the exact opposite by glancing around once, thentwice, before playing it off with a nonchalant (pathetic) attempt to appear natural. his parents have a habit of assigning bodyguards to tail him at times, convinced he might vanish into thin air if left unattended. but this? something feels different, more so with the look on daeun's face. "nothing," he starts, turning back to glance at her, voice level despite the furrow of his brows, "that's what i have in mind for now, at least. unless you feel like this is a run now, ask questions later kind of situation?"

"Nothing? That's your decision?" She kept her voice down but her tone conveyed something along the line of annoyance. Not that she had a better idea, nor could she truly judge him for his choice. Daeun just hoped he would suddenly have a plan. "Running will only draw more attention. Unless we're running into an alley and taking matters into our own hands out of the public eye. We could confront him." She could only assume this had something to do with the digging around she had done, trying to find, and eventually eradicating, anyone that had anything to do with the new drug that was hitting the streets. "Unless you pissed someone off?" Daeun glanced to Ju-an with a questioning look.

And yet, cross his heart and hope to die might come sooner than he thought. Whether it was at the hand of his opponents or her hands. Still she let Mingyu into her home and yet. Juliet sighed, "please, you know you were always a needle in my side." His smirk was very clear that even now he didn't stop. Jules focused her attention on the kit, drawing out a sanitation wipe. Maybe he'd be less appreciative once the antiseptic was on his cheek. The bouncing of his knee didn't escape her notice either. "Life is... boring." Well others wouldn't call what she normally did as boring but she had been so used to it now that it was. That and her cover job was also draining. "I think I need a new hobby or something."

"I'm a, uh... needle in most people's sides. Some more intentional than others." Which would usually boil down to incessant poking and playful nagging, grinning ear to ear in a childlike manner until he could get the other to crack. Mingyu placed his hands on his knees, his grip tightening a little once the antiseptic touched the wound. "Monotonous?" Between the conversation, his racing thoughts, trying to focus on breathing through the nausea, and making sure he wasn't fidgeting anymore than usual, Mingyu was struggling. "You could get a pet. A dog. Then, you can go for walks and go to different parks. Uh... crochet. Video games. You can never go wrong with video games."