#midaehyun

▓█ au   ▬▬▬▬ present day  ▬▬▬▬ potential starter

“should you really be talking to me like that?” he asks, not bothering to hide his exasperation. he shoots his accompanying glare at the young officer, or babysitter which seems more accurate, since all protocol has seen him do is keep an eye on any witnesses or suspects that filter in and out of the precinct. now, it’s protocol’s turn, or jeon jeongguk’s– regular customer of baratie, the mere intern that often enjoyed the restaurant’s atmosphere with his laptop and simply bought a high end cup of coffee instead of the food most did.

when the spd is finally ready to question him on what he knows, he’ll say nothing– put on the perfect face of an innocent teenager, shocked and frightened that the owner of the very restaurant was arrested under suspicion of being second in command of one of the biggest gangs in seoul. i had no idea. i talked to him sometimes, but i was just a bratty kid that gave him a hard time about anything i could. i knew he was the owner of the restaurant and the chef but i didn’t know anything else…i barely even knew his name. seokjin, was it?

except officer daehyun here, if he’s even earned the title yet, has taken it upon himself to try to question jeongguk before the actual questioning begins. he’s too on-edge, like there’s something dark lurking beneath the surface of his skin waiting to spring forth, and jeongguk would be fearful, if protocol didn’t know who he is.

vanguard isn’t known for their technology, and he thrives on that aspect, because people expect him and his databases and his wealth of information even less. he doesn’t know daehyun personally, no, but he knows him through security cameras and stories from people he claims to be friends with just for the information, and through rumors and intel. at the very least, he knows he is an ex-syndicate member with a foolish, inexplicable change of heart.

in truth, he should thank daehyun, because he chased around rumors of the second in command of syndicate, but failed to find a proper answer. it drove him to baratie, and then drove him up a wall when he couldn’t find anymore of the equation, but he’d been so close. daehyun gave him the answer. it didn’t take long for rumors of 12, syndicate’s second in command, being kim seokjin, and being arrested, and getting away, of course, to reach him.

he sighs lightly, and taps his foot, and wonders if he should defect to the spd too, if he sees through more of all of the illusions the crime world brings than anyone in the police department seems to.

“maybe you’re the one that should stop pretending,” he comments with a knowing smile, probably too dangerous for his current location, but he can’t resist it. it falls off his face in a moment, though, replaced by the typical feigned innocence and teenage mischief and desire to pass time.

it had been a while since junhong’s eyes had laid upon the male that was before him at this moment in time. the last time was at a party, or maybe he had seen him since then - he wasn’t so sure any more. 

daehyun had probably come to poke more fun at junhong or do something mean and teasing like he always did and before the other even does anything he rolls his eyes at him. the thing that through him off guard was the comment he made and the actions that went along with it. throwing all thoughts aside he moved quickly towards him as he wavered and snaked his arm around the smallers shoulders to steady him in case he was to really fall over. 

his voice was quiet and soothing and his gaze held onto the older with a worrisome look on his face. “its okay I got you.” his eyes soon break the gaze he was holding in hopes of spotting somewhere he could take him to sit him down and calm him. and the only thing that comes to mind is the bench in the park thats about twenty-five steps away he calculates and prays its no more. 

“hey, listen to me. i’m gunna take you over to the bench and sit you down to see if it helps okay?” and without really hearing any answer his feet move in the direction of the bench. 

he counts as they move to make sure his calculation was right. which of course it wasn’t and he mentally cusses at himself for getting it wrong. all before his attention focuses back on his friend who claimed he couldn’t breath. he places him down gently on the bench before he moves in front of him and crouches down as to be nearer his height before asking any questions on the matter.

“do you feel any better? can i get you a coffee?” his voice still gentle then what it normally is and he places his hand gently on the others knee. “you’ll be okay now. you just need to calm yourself down and breath deeply and slowly.”

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“is that a threat?” her tone is soft, but there’s a subtle darkness behind her words that makes them just that much more taunting. she’s not the least bit afraid of daehyun, a rookie cop who has dug himself a hole deep enough to throw in an extra body or two if she so desired, who served more as an obstacle than anything else. “so what will you do if i said i’m against you.. would you kill me?”

dark hues examined his reaction, breathing softly as her expression remained emotionless. she wants to act strong, to act as if the absence of his existence would mean absolutely nothing in her life, but in all reality she needs to keep him close for her own benefits. whether or not he has finally realized that makes her bite the inside of her cheek; her hands ball into fists as she parts her lips and lets out a defeated sigh, “what do you want me to do?”

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brian smirks, looking down at the shot glass on his hand, his hand moving slowly in circles as he watches the liquid inside of it. he takes his time just seeing it before lifting his head and stare straight at daehyun in front of him, across the counter. “i am not saying you should do it, i am just saying it would be interesting,” he says before turning the glass and throwing the drink down his throat. making a face—as always—he places it down and tapes his fingers next to it.

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“and why not!?” 

it was rare for hyoseong to express her emotions that went beyond anything mild, always locking everything in in belief that she had left that piece of being human far behind her years ago. she hated when she felt something, her thoughts always going back to what she’s lost and where it has left her: broken and unable (at least in her opinion) to move on. she feels fragile when she finally breaks, which is just what daehyun has managed to pull out of her during their heated argument.

sentence/drabble prompts - number 16. "don’t give me that look! it wasn’t my fault!“

* before daehyun went to train as a cop*

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“but you won’t.”

rarely did jaeho ever express himself as an over-confident person, especially when he’s forced on his back and exhausted after fighting hand-to-hand with someone on the force. really he had to applaud the man who managed to get him like this, not many people were able to win over him in a fist fight and it’s not like he had to fight fair to begin with. he noticed the trainee’s gun tucked beneath his clothes somewhere during their scuffle and locked into his memory–in fact it’s the reason why his lips slowly curl up into a cheshire grin, dimples and all.

sentence starters: currently accepting.tw: mentions of blood, stabbing.