RED ALERT

im graduating bitches!!!! 

✆ morning / past

( 9:30 → dr. yoon ) i’m busy as fuuuuck lol gonna reschedule 

✉ wasn’t sent

(  DRAFTS → dr. yoon ) you’re trying to find shit that isn’t there

☎ rushed / past

( 9:05 → dr. yoon ) i’m omw

⁇ $ drunk, hateful / past 

( 12:18 → dr. yoon ) you….loko like a mouuse w buck teeht( 12:18 → dr. yoon ) get that fixed broooo 

✿ suggestive / past

( 9:34 → dr. yoon ) check on it yourself man  

ø ✘late night, accidental / past

( 1:03 → dr. yoon ) i’m shooting up( 1:03 → dr. yoon ) for your information an assigned target, not heroin 

# random / past 

( 11:05 → dr. yoon ) cool 

@ scared / past 

( 10:30 → dr. yoon ) did your secretary find an old gold chain in the lobby by any chance? might’ve left it there on accident. 

& loving / past

( 9:45 → dr. yoon ) moon pies...really cannot live without them honest to god

% curious / past

( 8:27 → dr. yoon ) unconventional aka just too dumb to follow the norm right

ツ excited / past

( 11:15 → dr. yoon ) last appointment today!

♀ heartbreaking / past 

2046: RELOADED

"so it’s a ‘rich fucks only’ kind of place?" 

a mattress. a choice tool of measuring socioeconomic status, which extends to who has the right to pass out at whatever the fuck o' clock sans the dangers of chronic back pain. shepherd one's tone echoes of both obvious disapproval (can you believe?) and a more understated background of their common man upbringing. wonil only grins all cheeky through the rearview, a former rich fuck himself, but doesn't say a thing, a first in many that doesn’t raise suspicions among unit k9 because they live, breathe, and shit in a world where expectations are meant to bend and snap. 

like the neck of victim six, for instance, where the scene of the crime happens to be at this alleged poor people-discriminatory mattress store. the dog may be dead silent, but not silent for good. it’s one of the very few things the living continue to have when the dead cannot. 

(let that sink in, won’t you?)

✉ wasn’t sent

( 10:45 → link ) i passed by the old apartment ( 10:45 → link ) beats me why they haven’t torn that old shithole down

☎ rushed

( 8:07 → link ) SI NA WAI T

# random

( 5:28 → link ) yo they still sell those?? 

$ accidental

( 1:13 → link ) hahaha hye will never find out though ( 1:13 → link ) oh sian!( 1:13 → link ) this isn’t about officer lee btw 🌝

♀ heartbreaking

✆ morning / past

( 9:30 → her ) all I’ve got are chanel bags  ( 9:30 → her ) and tickets to a movie later today( 9:30 → her ) take your pick

✉ wasn’t sent

(  DRAFTS → her ) How could things end up this way?

☎ rushed / past

( 10:04 → her ) 1m

⁇ drunk

( 12:18 → her ) sooooooodfucked( 12:18 → her ) i msii you

✿ suggestive

( 11:57 → her ) so think of me when you do that

ø late night

( 2:45 → her ) I’m at the diner( 2:45 → her ) you know the one

✘ $hateful, accidental

( 5:06  → her ) I don’t wanna fucking see you.( 5:06  → her ) shit no that wasn’t for you baby I SWEAR !

# random

( 2:45 → her ) do you still have that bracelet? 

@ scared

( CALLING… )( 12:02  → her ) yeonju where the hell are you?( CALLING… )

& loving / past

( 4:44 → her ) i swear you get cuter every time i see you

% curious

( 8:27 → her ) would things have changed if we were different people?

ツ excited

( 7:16 → her ) finally got my phone back and saw all your spam selfies wowowow

♀ heartbreaking

✆ morning

( 6:30 → officer hyedache ) no way baby

( 6:30 → officer hyedache ) We are not going for a jog.

☎ rushed

( 6:31 → officer hyedache ) WAI T

✉ wasn’t sent

( DRAFTS → officer hyedache ) Would you even bother with me after my time being a hound is up lmao 

✘ hateful 

( 2:49 → officer hyedache ) So it’s my fault huh

✿ suggestive

( 4:23 → officer hyedache ) Watch that aggression chief…we don’t want everyone else getting any ideas about us do we 😜

ø @ late night, scared

( 11:07 → officer hyedache ) We need backup. 

# random

( 4:23 → officer hyedache ) jsyk Boris is in the pound bothering beagle dad’s child

% curious

( 8:17 → officer hyedache ) why’d the commissioner general come to visit? 

ツ excited

@ncyeonju

he's chasing down shadows, sprinting at an impossible speed that renders buildings and alleyways alike into a gunmetal blur. relentless, he's feeling fucking relentless,  a transformation that unfurls at the pace of pulses: human, hound, hunter. the gleaming revolver fits in his hands like it was made for him, an extension of his very being to strike down. kill. 

“kang.” a voice booms through his earpiece: shepherd one. they'd been tailing the bastard for weeks—scum in the eyes of the law, another tally mark in his growing hit count. but when they'd burst onto the scene, the asshole managed to have brought two presents with him: a woman in white, and an unknown ghost in black that follows in their escape. three in one mission? it must be christmas already.

“don’t fuck this one up, kang.” 

and if he can't catch all three? pick one and shoot. 

“roger that, chief.” 

the figure darts around a corner, and he skids by the soles of his shoes at the turn and hurtles after. the distance begins to close between them at a frightening pace, seconds, milliseconds, blinks of an eye, and the terrible grin that pulls at his mouth grows in tandem. 

ready, aim, fire. 

@nceunjae

2044: RELOADED

“what have ya got here...” he stoops down for a toy engine painted a brilliant flame red standing on the tracks. the room is chock-ful of things you’d find in a school playroom—early elementary nostalgia in everything soft and plushy and pastel-y. dark brown eyes follow the trail of crayoned butterflies on the wall before they land back onto dr. yoon’s face. 

“oh i won’t steal, doc. if that’s what you were wondering.” 

he smiles. back down the train goes. 

big boys like him have big boy places and questions to answer to. without delay, he follows the man’s path from the kid’s room to his office. the whole time, wonil’s whistling, some abstract, yellow-bright and chirpy tune like he's out on a casual morning walk and not about to dive into the moments he had to shoot a man cold for the first time in his life. 

his hand runs over the arm of the chair. “this real leather?” when there’s no response, wonil takes it as a cue to sit back and relax, one leg angled out. “hope we won’t take too long, my sweetheart is waiting for me after this.” which is only half the truth: his enforcer’s out, but on the other side of town, and you can bet all the money in the world she’s not sitting idle for a damn dog.