#asvnder

     yuchan couldn’t quite believe his eyes. while he has been keeping time, tracking the days and months, when the scorching sun didn’t show any signs of cooling down, he resigned to the idea of everlasting summers in these deadlands. he thought the apocalypse had somehow screwed up the weather too; he wouldn’t put it past humans at this point to be honest. so even when he awoke, shivering way more than a few gusts of wind through shattered windows would warrant, the last thing he expected to see was a world of pure white. he stood by one of the empty windows, the winds blowing in relentlessly, pushing his hair up and around. it’s snowing and it’s cold, it’s literally winter. the first thought yuchan has is ‘ thank god we found a shelter for the night, we would not have lasted the night out in the open ’ and his second thought is ‘ thank god to jaewon-ssi for finding the place ’ and then jaewon-ssi. with chattering teeth from his short time by the window and a slight stumble, yuchan backtracks out of the tiny room he made his and almost bumps into the aforementioned, jaewon. “ it’s snowing, good morning. ” he blurts, messing up the sequence of his words and stuttering with the cold. ( that’s going to be a big problem. )

     This wasn’t his usual case, but Jae-sun was never one to ask questions. If someone wanted another person found – and they were willing to pay – then who was he to say no?  At the end of the day, if it wasn’t him hunting them down, it would be someone else. He might as well get the pay day for it… Besides this guy? It wasn’t like it was the mafia or some pissed off coven of witches looking for him. His mother was the one footing the bill for his recovery. That couldn’t be all bad…

Not entirely true, and Jae-sun knew that first-hand given his parentage. Still…not his business. Finding him? Bringing him back home to his mother? That was what he was paid for, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

The picture on his phone matched the man entering the cafe to the letter, leaving Jae-sun confident that he’d finally managed to track his target down. It had taken longer than he’d anticipated, which impressed him more than he was willing to let on. Often, his hunts ended before they even began; people (even supernaturals) were oh-so-certain than they were invincible; they never suspected that someone out there might be a little bit smarter, a little bit more clever, than they were. They didn’t hide, at least not well – arrogance at their own capabilities causing them to make foolish mistakes.

But this one? This Arcadia? He’d proven trickier than most – meaning he was either aware that his mother wanted him to come home, or he was hiding from someone else. Those weren’t questions that Jae-sun was going to deliberate on, though, afraid that while he was lost in thought the object of his current interest might slip out a back door.

     Ink was barely dry on the documents when Sang-jun noticed he was no longer alone. He was leaned over the table, one small lamp burning brightly in the otherwise dim room. Breath was blown out across the papers, making sure to set whatever ink might still be a bit dicey. The very last thing he wanted was for any of his work to be labeled less than perfect.

He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

“You’re just in time.” Roman’s presence never failed to put him on edge, to make him sit up and notice everything about the other man’s posture. A cop, even one with Roman’s proclivities, was dangerous to have around in his line of work – and especially considering what secrets Sang-jun held close to his vest. They were friends, yes. Business associates, most definitely. But he wasn’t sure those facts would save him if what happened to his father ever came out; there was only so much his friend could do.  

“Perfection, as usual.” He held out two birth certificates, one heralding a United States citizenship and the other proclaiming the same person being of Korean birth. It wasn’t his business who they were for…but there were many different reasons why someone might need a contingency plan that included new names and new citizenships. “Nobody’s going to see through those. It’s fool-proof. Tell whoever it’s for that they don’t have to worry… They’ll hold up under scrutiny.” His word was as good as gold, truth echoing in his tone. Unless the person caused trouble, had someone take a very close look, they were going to be fine.