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She chuckled softly. “I don’t believe I’m the best person to answer this question, Moonsik-ssi. I am not intimidated by you.” Not in the least. 

She then glanced at the child that was found alone when SWAT broke into the venue of their mission. He did look quite anxious, and reasonably so, but whether it was because a group of masked, armed men broke into his home to arrest his missing father, or because he was left in the care of a “deadpanned” Moonsik, was a little hard to tell. Probably the former, but perhaps a little bit of the latter as well.

Occasions like this are a great opportunity for socializing. Jin always likes rubbing shoulders with the elite, making connections with the powerful. It's useful; easier to root out information if the time should come where he needs something from one of them. But while it's useful, it's not necessarily enjoyable. This is a charity event, but he can tell most of the patrons probably don't give a damn about the children of Seoul, and just want to be seen here so others will talk about their good heart, so they feel better about themselves. The hypocrisy makes him want to scowl, but he has to appear approachable and charming, so he bites his tongue. 

He gets tired of the socialites and their dull conversation rather quickly, and when he finally excuses himself from a pretentious business owner, he makes a beeline for the door. If he wants to keep his patience intact, he needs a break, he needs a smoke, and he needs to get out of that stuffy environment. He breathes a sigh of relief when he steps out into the night air, leaning against the wall as he plucks out a cigarette. 

To his frustration, his lighter only sparks, but a flame doesn’t appear. He tries several times, but it looks like it’s finally given up. Fucking perfect. Just what he needs. Jin frowns, shoving the lighter back into his pocket and looking around. That’s when he spots him. 

Jin has seen his face before, but he can’t place him. Tall and handsome, standing alone and smoking. He knows him from somewhere, but he can’t remember who he is. His frown deepens for a moment, but then he realizes that he’s staring, so he makes himself smile. “Excuse me,” he says, approaching the familiar face. “You got a light? My lighter just died on me.”

what the fuck kind of question is this? is this amateur hour? although this person is also standing here in a spd uniform and jaehyung doesn’t really know if he should be aroused or terrified. he’s kind of a bit of both right now. he doesn’t know this spd officer but he feels compelled to give him an answer anyway.

★ honesty hour

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[/trigger warning: gory description of a murder] 

It had been the last of her intentions, to be quite frank. In fact, all of it had seemed to be the perfect opportunity to impress her senior. The reality, however, had turned out to be quite the opposite.

‘No, no, I didn’t mean to—‘ The words come quickly, her gaze catching his at the very same moment. A tingling sensation in her cheeks; she was certain they had turned bright red within seconds. It took all her willpower not to tear her eyes away from him again. Not very often did she find herself alone with the man, and the few times she did weren’t supposed to go this badly. Perhaps she had been a tad bit too defensive, but who could really blame her? Moonsik, as attractive as he was (and that could as well be the killer point), had been rather intimidating from the start.

Silence falls, and her mind wanders. Wishing she had chosen her words a bit more carefully; thinking of the best way to make herself look better. The result, however, comes out in the form of silence and a gaze that is far too intense to her own liking. It takes almost fifteen seconds before Hyebin realises she had been staring the man down (how wonderful), and instead of apologising for her attitude like any normal person would have done, she blurts out the first words that come to mind. ‘I really like your eyes.’

Shoot.

‘That’s not what I meant to say! I mean, not that your eyes aren’t nice, but—‘ Her cheeks are burning at this point, and the comment about her brother had only barely started to sink in. ‘He taught me well, I’ll do better next time,’ she blabbers, hastily grabbing the papers that she had handed in earlier. ‘It won’t happen again.'

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It's unfair, Noeul tells himself. It's really fucking unfair. 

The unit’s last raid held the operatives down at a stalemate; They were called in on a hostage situation gone sour, where the cornered gangsters threatened a shootout when negotiations failed and neither party showed interest in cooperating. Now Noeul isn’t impervious to making mistakes, and yet here he was pending disciplinary action for getting everyone out alive. Never mind the part where he physically threatened and very nearly assaulted their commanding officer, or how he intentionally turned off his wire and led the team into the building, inciting a minor fire-fight that endangered the lives of not only his men but also the hostages.  

Noeul’s a good officer, good down to the bone, with every shred of his existence doing what's right is what he believes in. But what sets him apart from good officers is that right or wrong, orders are orders, and good officers unconditionally do what they’re told. That’s just how it was in this world, where everything moves in accordance to procedure, and every action is subject to consequence — a concept Noeul consistently fails to adhere to.

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