JESSICA JONES SENTENCE STARTERS

for you, @747paradox​, by echo.

“how can you say that if you weren’t there?”

echo’s on the brink of flying into a fit of rage, frustration evident in his voice and demeanor. he keeps thinking back to her, his dongsaeng who haunts his memories every so often. he doesn’t know what happened to her, doesn’t know if he ever will, but he can’t stop thinking about what became of her after that day. 

he crouches in the dark alleyway, police sirens blaring somewhere in the distance after he’d gone rouge from one of his chases. he knows they wouldn’t come for him in such an elite and over-the-top manner; they’d be more subtle, way more subtle. he had time, but his tracker was somewhere lodged in the back of his neck, and he’d give anything to rip it out right about now. 

JESSICA JONES SENTENCE STARTERS

for you, @747paradox, by kyungshin.

“every fucking day.” 

kyungshin’s thoughts have rested heavily on his son lately, given that his birthday was coming up soon. it’d been years on top of years, but he could never stop thinking of the toddler’s smile whenever he’d call his name. it was always around this time that the other police officers knew to steer clear of him whenever he came around, and it’s why kyungshin finds himself on the rooftop of the station holding the end of a burnt out cigarette. 

“fifteen years,” he qualifies quietly, “it’s been fifteen years since i’ve seen him. last thing he said to me was ‘have a great day, daddy. i’ll see you later.’ that was the last thing he said...” kyungshin trails off quietly, a pressure building in his chest. he disposes of the cigarette in a nearby receptacle and sighs, turning to lean his back against the railing.