#advxjongkook

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At a time that was perhaps a little cruel in its earliness, Jisoo pushed open the door to her favorite café, breathing in the warm cozy air of the café with relief. A she closed the door to the horrendous cold breeze that was lingering unremorsefully outside, Jisoo walked up to the counter to get herself a much needed cup of chamomile tea. Ah yes, the tea would be a nice aid in assisting Jisoo with any existing nerves. She was starting her official re-assignment as part of the police force today, and whilst Jisoo knew that it wouldn’t be too overwhelmingly different from her previous experience within the military, her nerves arose from her real mission: to capture and kill her previous special ops captain, Jin Goo. Jisoo was currently very conflicted. To the best of her knowledge, Jin Goo was specifically the type of man to obey his country to his last breath, (and it was precisely that exhibition of deep loyalty that enables Jisoo to fall in love with him in the first place) thus this heartless assassination order from their superiors smelt of strangely of suspicious intent.

So Jisoo was going to get to the bottom of the whole mess, whether she liked the truth or not. And she was ready to wage a war in order to do so. In fact, with regards to information, she already had a particular information broker in mind.

As if this atrocious mess of a situation wasn’t enough to keep a woman occupied, Incheon currently also held a very nosy and omnipresent problem, namely, her dear sister Jennie. At the mere thought of Jennie, Jisoo could feel a headache forming at her temples.

Uncharacteristically lost in her wonderings (but one could also argue that it was the ‘Jennie effect’), Jisoo didn’t manage to avoid a head-on collision with a man on as she made for the exit of the café. Shocked out of her thoughts by the hot sticky feeling of caffeine sinking its metaphoric claws into the front of her shirt, Jisoo tsked in disapproval. Getting any stains on her perfectly ironed shirt was a problem in itself, but caffeine? The substance derived from the devil himself?

“You know, caffeine is atrociously bad for you.” Jisoo sighed. “In fact, the more you consume the more deeply rooted the addiction becomes; so I suggest you take spilling this on me as a sign that you should wean yourself off from this unhealthy habit.”

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They reminded Hari of herself. 

Not in the way that they wore clothes braved wear and tear well beyond their capacity. Nor the way their pockets probably only had a few wads of cash in them at a time. But the way that their eyes kept close watch of others, questioning the motives of anybody who got close to them. Even in a church that handed out free food, drinks, clothes to people who endured the long line of fellow homeless people.

With how some people weaved through the venue, grabbing exactly what they needed, then swiftly left signaled a deeply embedded familiarity. It brought her back. In order to get by with very little in your possession, you had to know how to make the most of the system ( and of people’s compassion ). 

Some people came up to her with their palms out already. Any hesitancy from her part only made the people wave their hands at her to tell her to hurry it up.

She sighed and feigned a smile whenever she glanced at the detective’s way. Among the entire crowd, the ones who were like her weren’t many, so she hoped he still found this experience fulfilling. 

“Hyung, are you sure you want a real tree in the office?” heasks, “Won’t a fake one be more useful? You could reuse that one every yearrather than going tree-shopping every year…” But he follows along anyways. WhenJongkook had called him that morning saying he ‘needed help’, this wasdefinitely not how Jin Goo had foresaw the day going. He didn’t think the olderhad meant he needed help ‘tree-shopping’.

“You’re absolutely ridiculous, Jongkook.” Jisoo sighed as she massaged her temple to ward off the incoming headache.

Jongkook was 37, for goodness sakes, so why in the world couldn’t he put up a Christmas Tree when it came with a colored booklet of instructions?

Was this really the Jongkook that commanded respect from his teammates? And...was this really the Jongkook that can bodily handcuff the trickiest of criminals?

Jisoo peeked through her fingers to see Jongkook helplessly entangled in the chirstmas lights, expression sheepish as she’d ever seen it.

No matter what day of the year it is; it’s always been one of Seulgi’s favorite pastimes to annoy the shit out of Jongkook. Sure, it always took quite a lot of taunting for this to happen, but the end result always, without a doubt, made Seulgi die of stitches - (Of course, the laughter kind and not the hospital related kind, though Seulgi wished that he would give her an excuse to pick up more cute pathogens from the hospital at least once)

Hmmm. Maybe if she put laxatives in his yucky, yucky coffee? (But that hadn’t worked on Jimin either, so Seulgi had to think of something else, and fast.)

And so, that was why, on Chirstmas eve’s eve, Seulgi dutifully squashes her body into the gap between the front and back seats of Jongkook’s police car, not unlike an axe murderer would, whilst an oblivious Jongkook drove and sang along to Christmas songs on the radio.

Honestly, could anyone else be more off-tune? Seulgi contemplates infecting him just to shut him up, but no, Seulgi is on a mission today.

After what seemed like years, Seulgi is finally alone by herself in the car. Frowning in concentration, Seulgi uncap a tube of lipstick she stole from a random lady from across the street. ( and well, well, this lady has been naughty, very naughty indeed - Seulgi thought she could spot some cute, cute herpe viruses on the tub)

Oh wells, Seulgi shrugs as she studiously scrawls ‘Merry Christmas, my muscly Ken doll <3′ on the back of Jongkook’s car, making sure to write it backwards so that it could be read from the outside.

And as another afterthought, Seulgi grabs Jongkook’s precious radio and smashes it with the heel of her foot.

✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present.

Her heart beats a rapid tattoo on her chest, and sweat is breakingout on her forehead. Her state of being can be described perfectly as anunpopular teenage girl approaching the most popular boy in high school, andeven though there is little hope that he even knows she exists, she hopesagainst hope anyway. She’s not used to this: Jennie was always popular in highschool, and boasted a string of admirers. She supposes for once in herlife, she finally understands the nerdy girls she’s always made fun of in heryouth.

“Jongkook oppa…” the words are uttered in a small voice, andher gaze flits between the gift in her hand—it’s a handmade scrapbook filledwith pictures she’s snapped of them together, some secretly and some not somuch, as well as a mixture of inspirational and cutesy quotes on love, and sheregrets them all right at this moment, but there’s no turning back—and sheslowly and shakily lifts the gift up to bring it to his attention, “I… I hopeyou like it! Merry Christmas, oppa.”

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It’s perhaps impossible to tell, what with the gleeful smile plastered on her face, but Jennie was extremely annoyed by that sudden phone call from Jongkook. She had been busy filing her nails when the incoming call came, and due to the position she was in—lying flat on her stomach on a very comfortable bed bought with very illegal money—she struggled to get off and only just managed to answer it in time, unknowingly gaining a carpet burn on her left knee in the process. He’s lucky that she’s already gone through the list of criminals she’d managed to retrieve the last time she helped him out, and her boredom is telling of her desperation for a brand new list.

She’s sadly had to slip into pants, and to cut the story short, here she is, waiting for Jongkook in a crowded police station.

(How ironic, she thinks, that she’s helping to exercise justice on criminals. She supposes in a distorted vigilante sort of way, she’s doing the same thing, but somehow she knows that most won’t quite see it her way. Never mind that, her dad has always said she was special, and she supposes that extends to her views.)

Jennie brushes the thought away and instead, faces the direction in which Jongkook will appear in 3, 2, 1…

“Oppa!” she calls out affectionately, her typical bright smile revealing her pearly whites. (She knew he was coming because she hacked into the security cameras just seconds ago, and saw him fast approaching from there.)

“More baddies for me to put away? Lead the way!” she cries, her hand reaching out to hook his muscular arm.