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She seemed very defensive about her job, and he understood where she was coming from. He faced much of the same type of judgement when other wealthy people found out what he did. She probably had it worse though; dealing with human remains turned away most people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. He decided not to comment on it, figuring that silence would be a little better. 

He returned her smile, his a little wider than his usual polite one. “I work in a medium sized studio as a sound engineer, working my way up the ladder towards being a producer. I do a lot of dealing with artists, adjusting recordings and touching up the final version of the track before it gets released.” It seemed like such mundane stuff when it came out of his mouth in this particular setting. “Nothing too over the top, I usually spend most of my time in the studio, touching up tracks or making demos.” 

“My father’s been trying to prune me into being his successor at the hotel, but I’d really rather not.” Jaebum shrugged, “He settles for making me attend these events to make sure that I at least have the connections in the case I change my mind later in life.” He did a quick routine scan of their surroundings, just to keep stock of who’s still around. “I’m my parents’ only son, so my mother’s been arranging more and more of these blind dates, claiming that she wants a grandchild. Really though, it’s all for appearance and the sake of the longevity of the family name.” 

He kept his tone very even, and very nonchalant. Despite his frustrations, Jaebum was well aware that most children at this event had to go through the same things. It wasn’t anything special; he just wasn’t interested in the posh life of the extremely rich. 

It was oddly refreshing; finding someone who expressed their frustrations not so subtly about this whole high-style living. She was certain that herself and Jaebum were not that rare of specimens, but... most others with similar circumstances and feelings often chose to play along nonetheless, whatever their reasons were.

She kept an eye on their surroundings but still gave Jaebum her full attention. They were already noticed by some of the guests whose eyes lingered on them a little longer than a passing glance would. It would be interesting to see how all of this was going to progress.

“Do you enjoy your job as a sound engineer? It seems quite fun.” It wasn’t like she consciously intended to, but she was already calculating the yearly income of a person of that position. Quickly, her mind was recalling any and all data she knew of the role, and it was as if she was involuntarily profiling the job. From what she knew of him, he was single, and with no dependants; which meant that he should be living comfortably working as a sound engineer, given that he worked with more famous artists. That meant that if his family were to cut him off, he would likely be fine, that depends on his own style of living though, but adjustments could be made. 

Was that analysis of any importance whatsoever? Absolutely not. But that was how her brain functioned, and she truly could not help it. At least she did not verbalize her thoughts.

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Joongki wondered how bad it must have been for her to call it sad. Sera dealt with all kinds of horrors in her lab—what made this case in particular one she would sigh over or call it strange? Still, he knew better not to push. Whether she didn’t want to talk about it in this setting, didn’t want to talk about it at all, or couldn’t because of the circumstances, it didn’t matter. She had decided to change the subject, and that’s all that mattered.

“At the very least, we will have to suffer through one long-winded speech from our gracious hosts. At best, whoever is doing the talking will be entertainingly tipsy. At worst, we’ll be in for a marathon of self-congratulatory posturing.” Joongki gave his champagne flute a thoughtful look. “Perhaps I should consider being the entertainingly tipsy one.”

Maybe it would push his stepfather into making a decision about him or force him to give some kind of hint about his thoughts.

It was a childish, immature thought, and Joongki wished he was a better player at this sort of life. He wished he had Jihyo to ask for advice or to just talk to—but he wouldn’t have these problems if she were here.

He wished she were. With all his heart.

Sera breathed a defeated chuckle, “Let’s hope for the best, then.” She pursed her lips slightly, thankful for not having to dampen both of their moods with the details of her latest case. “I’m sure you’re aware of all eyes being on you. You’re being scrutinized, and will continue to be no matter what you do. So if you’ll find being an entertainingly tipsy speaker enjoyable... then, I say go for it.” 

Sera wasn’t keeping up very well with the gossip of this crowd, but even from what she could gather that night alone, there was a lot of tension surrounding the Song family. She could only imagine how rough it must be for Joongki.

She paused a moment herself at Joongki’s prolonged moment of silence. Clearly, something was on his mind, but what was she to say? How was she to act? She was never very good at social interactions. She’s good at analyzing evidence, breaking a mystery down to its simpler pieces, forming connections between the most obscure of things... but not at proper social interactions, much to her continuous disappointment in herself.

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He returned her polite smile with one of his. Now that he had consent, he was free to experiment and see how this would play out. He held out his arm, “Well first, I think it would be convincing to look the part. Shall we?” Jaebum’s smile never wavered from being a polite one, though he did allow a little more genuineness to slip through. After all, there had to be something to differentiate this interaction from the ones he had with sleazy executives. 

“From here, I suppose we could just walk around. See whether this acts as enough of a shield to deter conversation, though we’ll have to act engrossed in each other.” He chuckled quietly, walking along the side of the hall. “So tell me about yourself, so we have our stories straight. What is my date of the evening like?” 

Though his gaze was focused on her, Jaebum could feel the pressure of other people’s eyes on them. This was definitely something new, for those who bothered to pay attention to his actions. He usually never showed up to these parties, and if he did, he was usually pushed into conversations in large groups, rather than off on his own. 

Her initial and rather obvious irritability had simmered down significantly. “Yes, I suppose that’d be best.” She smiled courteously as she looped her arm around his. She could go into a rather elaborate rant about how archaic these ridiculous customs of high society were, but it was best not to indulge at that moment.

Sera sauntered leisurely by Jaebum’s side, “I can hardly see that being a problem. I’m sure we’ll find something to talk about to... enhance this act.” She breathed a soft chuckle, nodding her head in greeting to a few of the other guests as they passed by them. Must maintain her mother’s pristine image and seem pleased about it, after all. That was essential for the success of the plot she was cooking with Jaebum.

“I would've normally said that, to your lack of luck, your date works as a CSI, with the Seoul Police Department. That yes, I do get involved with murdered victims, mutilated bodies, just body parts even, or worse... just gooey disgusting remains of severe decomposed human parts... and that yes, I am aware that my job is not fit for a lady of my supposed position, and no, I don’t see myself giving it up, nor was I placed in any negative circumstance in my life for me to seek that job out.” She paused, a soft chuckle escaping her lips after she had not so subtly hinted at her frustrations, “but I suppose that’s not much to your lack of luck in any way now, is it? It doesn’t quite matter.” 

“So now that you’re aware of the nature of my scandalous profession,” her words were laced with obvious sarcasm, “we can move on to why I am placed here to begin with. To my lack of luck, I’m one of the last remaining bachelorettes in our family. My mother cares a great deal for appearances, and she somehow thinks that finding a supposed significant other for me would ‘balance’ my life.”

She’d assumed he was aware of her maternal family’s involvement and influence in politics. That was the main reason she was there, although, it was arguable that coming from a family line of military and police personnels on her paternal side, too, played a role. She truly hated having to talk about her supposed ‘good breeding’. What an atrocious (due to its unfair privilege), and unbelievably archaic matter to give such high importance to.

“why not? it would be a great present,” not really, if he was being honest, but he wasn’t about to tell her this. not if it was actually going to get him his results, which he was rather doubting would happen at this rate, but he was forever hopeful. maybe she would change her mind the longer he hung around and continued to annoy her. though he did have others things to do, this was way more amusing for him right now and he might even manage to get his case going again if she sped up his results. so really, it was in her best interest to do this for him. 

he just pouted a little as she told him to go him. “i’m still on duty, i can’t leave the station,” not unless he didn’t want to get paid, which he rather did. and because some emergency could crop up at any moment and his unit could be called into action, which did meant he would need to be there. which meant not going home. “i’m more likely to get what i want of you,” he added with a slight grin, still spinning his seat from side to side with his heels.

when she did finally stand up, he didn’t believe for a moment that she was actually going to give in so easy. and it seemed as though he was right to think that as she reappeared with a water gun. “they let you keep a water gun in your office?” he questioned only seconds before she started spraying him. hyungsik quickly jumped to his feet, hiding behind the chair, trying to use it as some kind of shield against the water as he backed off a little, bringing the chair along with him. good thing it had wheels, that made it so much easier. “this is a free lab, and it’s not just yours, i can be here if i want to.” 

She couldn’t help the grin that immediately crept up her lips at his question, “why, they let me keep a lot of things.” Oh he’d be surprised if he knew of all the things she kept in her office. She was sufficiently amused by his reaction; but now, it was time to play this game she initiated. She might not have been a S.W.A.T. officer like him, but she sure wasn’t an amateur with weapons.

“I don’t mind soaking the chair, Hyungsik.” She went down on one knee to spray at him through the space of the arm rest. “I’ve got many chairs around here,” she followed him with his chair-shield. “My station, my lab. I can create a political ruckus if I want, and you know it.” She didn’t say so threateningly, but more so as a joke, and she was certain he would see it as such. Although she did have the power to create a ruckus between superiors, she wasn’t going to do that. Not with him being her cousin, and them having a... well... sibling fight, more or less, at that moment.

“Besides, you know you would’ve had much better luck going directly to ballistics, right? I hear their newest has taken quite a shine to you.” She wasn’t going to be the person to break her code for him, (not when it wasn’t urgent in the least), but... she wasn’t necessarily against him being resourceful either. And so she dropped that hint. He would have to do some work to find out who the newest edition who took a liking to him was, but that shouldn’t be a lot of work. (And perhaps it would be something to keep him busy... at work... away from his papers...)

( txt ) Just checking! That and I wouldn’t want to interrupt you if you were busy or anything

( txt ) But this does work perfectly then, we can catch up and hopefully save one another from losing it  ❤ ( txt ) I’ll be up soon!!

He wanted to give himself a few moments more, but in all honesty…he was already feeling a little picked up just by the response she had given him—he knew that if he ever needed somewhere to go, someone to go to, he could count on Sera. He also knew he could have just went up and knocked right on her door, but..he didn’t want her to think something was bothering him, even though something was, and even though he knew she knew better. He’d still put on a face, especially if she was away from work for the day or anything like that.

All he wanted was to have a distraction, and to be with someone that gave such a better definition for the word family. 

Within the new couple of minutes, he’s hopping out of his car with a little more ease than he had when he got in it in the first place, locking it with a small click before he walks away from him, making his way up to the apartment building…

Once in front of her door, Himchan doesn’t even bother knocking, rather just allowing himself in and putting a smile on his lips as he entered her home, closing the door behind him. “Sera? I’m home!~”

[ txt ] I’ll always have time for you though [ txt ] But yes, let’s try to keep our sanity

Wait... but why was Himchan ‘loosing it’? She paused a moment to stare at her phone, then she shook her head and went off to dry her hands. She needed to control her overthinking habits. (But then again, she’d been telling herself that for 24 years).

 She took a look around and let out a defeated sigh. When did she start cleaning the carpet? And when did the couches move so far? There was hardly any room to sit, and she reeked of the scent of cleaning detergents.

But there was no time to fix up anything, and not even moments later, Himchan was walking through the door. “Welcome hooome!” She called out as she tried to free a couch from its capture to give them enough room to sit. Just then was she noticing the ache in her body... how did she move both couches to begin with?

“Do you think this is enough?” She started off, yes it was. They can both fit nicely on one couch. “I think I got a little carried away. Oh! Watch out, don’t get your socks wet from the carpet.” This was supposed to be her resting time. But there is no rest for the ‘good’.

Jaebum shrugged, “Just for tonight, if you’re up for trying.” It was a small experiment, to see if it would work. If it did, he’d try it more often. Perhaps not with her, if she was uncomfortable with that. But definitely someone who presented the same sort of feel. 

He exhaled silently, glancing around. There were a lot of eyes and ears around. “I’m not quite the party person either. But I’m stuck here in place of my father, and so far, you’re much better company than these sharks.” 

He supposed she might not have the same obligation to stay for the party, but he wanted to test out his theory, and she was the easiest way to start. ANd if it happened to work, then he had found a way to get around not only the sleazy businessmen looking for his father’s money, but also his mother with the blind dates. It was a temporary solution if anything, but he’d take temporary solutions over nothing. 

She pursed her lips lightly; still somewhat reluctant of the idea. She would be making an agreement about future circumstances with a complete stranger... but... he did give her choice, and this was only experimental. If she needed any further convincing, it was all done the moment her eyes caught sight of none other than In Daesuk and his entourage, (gang, if you ask her).

She slowly set her eyes back on Jaebum and kept up the polite smile, perhaps a little more warmly, “I like your language, Jaebum.” They were indeed sharks, boy would she know. She never quite understood why families wanted their kids to get together for them to go through with business deals. If the deals were truly worth anything for either or both parties, they would have gone through with them regardless of the engagements of their sons and daughters, right? But no, it all had to be politics, and politics never left a good taste in her mouth. 

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