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@miroyce

it was a stormy night, the wind was rushing through the dark alleys. no one was seen around, when heegun crawled along two suspicious men dressed in black, his team behind his back. he was watching some kind of trade, and when he was about to move in and take them into custody, he turned back to give his team a signal just to see a dark shadow creeping up behind one of his colleagues. his body moved on its own when he run back to help. during the fight with the attacker, he saw something metallic flickering in the night as the other had pulled out a gun. without hesitation he shot, barely grazing the captain’s side. 

he stumbled back, faintly hearing the yells of his teammates. from afar the cry of a police siren, one of his teammembers seemed to have called for backup. while he was holding his side, he saw the attacker fleeing, the teammates let him go, turning their attention to their captain instead. huffing, he was lead back to the car, driven to the closest hospital. 

That was until they got the call in that a gunshot victim was en route and she knew she needed to get up and sort herself out before he arrived. She moved quickly from her office and down the hallway until she was met up with her team, she stared them over making sure her trusted coworkers were there with her “we need the OR prepped and ready for surgery.. they’ll be here soon with our guy so let’s go people” — she did a few quick motions and pushed them off to go prepare as she waited closely by the entrance to get a quick glimpse of the man coming in with the wound.

There he was — rolled in on a bed, blood piddling on his side. Hyojung stepped forward, her eyes trailing over his face and then down to his side “Mr. Kang? I’m Hyojung.... you’re at the hospital and I promise I’ll get you back to normal” — she smiled small, and nodded towards the nurses to take him to her operating room to begin extracting any bullet shreds that might there. But, from the quick observation she made just moments ago, it looked like a clean shot, or so she had hoped.

PROFILE LOADED...「KIM HYOJUNG」「U/A」「TWENTY-FIVE」

“Twenty-five-year-old DOCTOR that goes by the alias ‘HYO’. No known allies.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

She admitted, truth in every single aspect of her words. The two of them were busy bodies, always and forever working to make people’s lives better — him by keeping the streets safe and her by keeping people’s health in check. Hard work, for both of them, but most definitely rewarding in the end. “I can’t believe you walked all the way here just to take care of me.. You know, you really are the sweetest man I know..” she blushed at her own words, smiling small as she looked away for a moment and then back up to place a gentle peck to his cheek.

Her shift was almost over, thankfully. She was ready to go home, ready to take off her work clothes and relax after being stuck in the emergency room all day. A soft sigh escaped past her plump lips, a hand carefully brushing her long light tresses back and behind her ear as she signed off on her last patients discharge papers and was finally set free for the night — until she was called in again, that is.

Done at last, white coat hung up and a hoodie tugged over her head, the only protection from the rain that recently started pouring down. The one day she forgets to bring an umbrella it rains — she chuckled at that very thought, head shaking from side to side before a gentle hum escaped her throat. A few more minutes and she was walking down the hallways of her hospital, waving and wishing a good night to a few nurses and a fellow doctor before finally stepping outside. The coolness that the rain brought hit her right in the face — a shiver cascading down her spine and goosebumps rising like tidal waves against her skin. Hyojung couldn’t help but to hug her arms around her and stand underneath the ledge that hung outside the hospital for people coming and going — eyes adjusting to the different lighting before she realized a familiar face approaching her.

"so we're going to just pick a random movie at the theater.. I think that's a good idea " --- she nodded her head before smiling once more. "you're not good with scary movies?" --- she hummed softly, unintentionally chewing on her bottom lip as she made sure to take a mental note for future reference of course.

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He was tired but at the same time happy to see Hyojung tonight. They both had been busy to the fullest and even hadn’t enough time to talk via text messages. She was a woman he felt comfortable around, most of time he was restless due to his work, but whenever he was with her he was able to relax. And times like that were extremely rare to Heegun. When he knocked at the door and was greeted with a pretty smile and a big hug, the tiredness vanished from his face and he slipped into her apartment grinning happily. It had been way to long, that a woman had touched him that way and a heavy blush made his cheeks turn red, so that her lipsstick was almost not seen.

“Thank you.” He shyly replied, it was rare to see the captain in that state. Honestly the last days he had felt years older, always worrying about Seoul’s citizens. They weren’t able to catch the murderer yet and that kind of pressured them all. But Heegun didn’t intended to talk about work, when he was with her, so he answered: “I still feel like 35 and 364 days.” He laughed and opened his collar a bit, while losened up his tie. Carefully putting his jacket on a chair, he seated himself down and sighed happily. “Ah yes, Pasta sounds good. I’m dying for your cooking, Hyojung.”

Hyojung couldn’t help but to mirror the smile Heegun wore, her dark hues staring him over once they were securely in her home --- her hand somehow reached out and found his own as she held onto it loosely and listened to him speak. She shook her head, smiling about to tell him he didn’t need to thank her but his words that came next made her chuckle softly, her hand slowly letting go of his own as it returned back to her side. “35 and 364 days huh? “ she repeated him before smiling softly and tilting her head and biting into her lower lip as he loosened up his tie and sat himself down. “Since you’re sitting...”

Jaehyo often didn’t conduct his own business meetings. He had a messenger for each gang and when he needed to conduct meetings, he sent out the messengers to locate and relay the messages. However, this was a special case. This was the woman who turned him what he was now. This was the woman who dragged him down into the gang world underbelly. He could hear rambles in the office and he just calmly sat outside, waiting. He had to make a good impression. He had to show her that he changed. He was the King. He looked up when he heard the door open and the men dragged out by security guards. Well, seems like their meeting didn’t go well. Jaehyo stood up, adjusted his jacket and set the magazine he was reading aside. He strolled in through the open doors, looking around before settling comfortably in a chair across her desk. “You may go,” he said, looking at her assistant, his tone commanding. “This is a private conversation.” he added. Jaehyo adjusted his spiked fingerless gloves as he waited for the assistant to leave the room. Once the other did, Jaehyo focused his gaze on her. He had to be all confidence and bad boy. That is what she turned him into. “You’re a hard woman to find, Royce.” he stated. “Second in Commands usually are though,” he stated.