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sunny saturday morning with a to-go iced coffee in one hand and hot fried egg street toast in the other. he enjoys himself for the first two minutes of his standing breakfast affair, taking a long sip, taking in the chirpy scene: two elderly men squatting between a tour les jours and mom-and-pop gamjatang joint, wordlessly flicking through the same newspaper. several passersby, the likes of which include a mother asking her daughter if her curls are too tight, and a father-daughter pair holding hands. all seems right in the world.

sung digs into his sandwich as he watches a tidy woman in a pencil skirt stop to dig through her purse. she takes out a small notebook, but her wallet falls and she immediately bends over to retrieve it. sung would have averted his gaze were it not for the fact that someone already obscures his view, standing in the way to observe for himself with phone out, positioned low, and tilted suspiciously upright. subtle, man.

@geumum

“what do you mean, you can’t?”

she’s either hard of hearing or in denial. he repeats himself for the fourth time. “i don’t know how to climb a tree, ma’am.”

with one indignant hand on her hip, she spits, “isn’t this part of your job?”

“i’m sure you’re thinking of something else, ma’am,” like a coconut harvester, or firefighter. he frowns, thinking back to grey-tinged days when he’d scaled fence after fence like an olympic hurdler. back then, it might have translated. he might have dared to try. today, his joints are achey, he’s run out of cold-hot patches, and he’d rather just sit this one out. “anyone here who can help?”

( ` doesn’t bother to hide the complacency that surfaces, apples of her cheeks lifting in response. funny, since when was she this easy? but i guess things are different when they come out of the mouth of someone she least expects it from. ) “thanks.” ( ` cards her fingers through long locks absently, eyes lowering to the tresses curled loosely across her chest. it’s a wig, obviously so, but she couldn’t remember the last time her hair had been this long. didn’t look like herself in the slightest — but that’s the point, isn’t it? ) ( ` flushes at the correction, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. did she remember wrong? was her memory starting to fail her now? ) “o-oh, sorry—officer park.” ( ` laughs around the sheepishness that swells. ) “i’ll be sure to remember that for….next time.” ( ` would there be one? why not? they were already 2/3 in terms of random run-ins. ) “oh? careful,” ( ` tone teasing, she shifts a tad more to the left to fixate on his side profile and what more she could see of him. ) “you’re going to make me blush, officer.” ( ` wait, pause. she doesn’t exactly like how that rolls on her tongue right now. ) “what’s your first name? if you don’t mind me asking… i mean it’s only fair since you know mine.” ( ` flashes a grin. ) “nah, why would i lie?” ( ` when was she ever the type to? okay. at least. not here. ) “maybe not like, something super vibrant but like a cranberry or something… i think it’d look very attractive on you.”

“that’s too bad.” ( ` speaking amicably, it would’ve been nice if he had. any chance for the slightest of redemption for her image. not that it matters. when it seems as if he doesn’t remember her at all. ) ( ` for now, a grain of salt she takes with a pout. ) ( ` leans back obediently at his beckoning, entertained instead by the brief glimpse of his reaction. behavior that deviated from what she had expected of him. red of his ears, nervous warble of a laugh that registers as endearing almost as quick. cute. ) “no problem, sir.” ( ` moment pause. she doesn’t remember till he mentions it, metal clinking when her hand raises to touch the faux hair, laugher bubbling past glossed lips. ) “oh, yes, you’re right. ( ` combs her fingers through idly. ) i forgot about this.” ( ` at the end of the day, it’s suffocating to wear one. but that goes with the job description (it doesn’t). it wasn’t as if she was going to walk into any particularly shady establishment looking like she did on the norm. ) “did i pull it off though?” ( ` questions casually, impish smile in place with the way her eyes flick over, meeting his in the rear view mirror. there’s no particular intent, not just yet. nothing beyond the growing urge to peel back outer layers and see more of the officer in question. and whether or not she can coax another reaction out of him that didn’t border stern or exasperated. ) “and, i don’t know—i happen to think you’d suit red hair very well.”

( ` he doesn’t recognize her. soyi processes this with substantial relief and little scraps of oddly placed disappointment she doesn’t touch on. it’s normal. (it’s not) faces like hers, encounters like theirs happen daily (probably? she doesn’t fucking know). doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change the fact that there’s a bit more leeway now. and in this particular moment, she’s thankful for it. ) “right.” ( ` he’s by the books. she’s not surprised, simply fixates on not reacting to the human rat behind her. ) ( ` holds out her wrists obediently, eyes drawn to the metal that encircles them, weight that hangs off her bones. by now, she’s a little more used it than anyone would have liked. still, the bit of dread always seems to creep up. what ifs and this or thats that soyi has long grown tired of entertaining (but it exists anyway, like a pest she can’t get rid of) but, whatever. what matters is the phone pressed against her chest. and hopefully, she had made a big enough fuss that they expected nothing of her. ) “i know,” ( ` meets his eyes briefly in the rearview mirror, noting the shift in tone with a small appreciative smile. ) “will you be conducting the questioning then?” ( ` not too worried. end of the day, she had the proof. the photos. the research. her work id. and if anything, hopefully the paper’s legal team to back her. that’s not the issue. knowing him (after two times of a run-in now), soyi is almost sure she won’t be able to get out of this scot free. speaking of. ) “officer,” ( ` it’s stupid. better to keep your mouth shut, soyi. but the station is nowhere close, and she takes her chance at the closest light. leaning forward further. ) “…kwon,” ( ` adds in an after-thought, wrists lifting to brush her finger over her upper lip. ) “you’ve got a little something there…”

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