#queensexica

     Being told what he should have and should not have done isn’t something the Woobin likes to hear-- especially when it came to his work. After all, he prides himself on his proclaimation of being Seoul's only consulting detective. Turning his head in the direction of the female voice he gave the woman standing by a formidable stare as he quirked an eyebrow; almost beckoning her to prove him otherwise. “Oh, is that so?” he challenged in a scornful tone. “And just who are you to set the standards as to what I can do?”

“Leave before I tell Sirius you were in a serious accident. Now.” His tone was vicious, uninviting like the last time they had met. His grip was rough the moment he grabbed a hold of her wrist to bring her up to her feet with him before he whipped her towards the door, a snarl leaving him as he took a forceful step towards her to flinch her away. “If you ever come back uninvited Jessica, I swear to god my home will be the last thing you see.” The threat wasn’t one anyone should take lightly, especially a girl so fragile in form that could easily be dominated by such rough hands. Another step forward made her stumble backward, he could sense the fear emitting from the sweat rolling down her cheek—he smiled. “Get out.” Luckily, she listened.

▐   Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I could be intimidating at times. Perhaps then people would take me more... seriously, for lack of better words. Otherwise, no-- not really.

[ ► ] Taylor Swift — Blank Space

It wasn’t completely out of character for him to go out of his way to find out who was who on his lovers cell phone. There weren’t many names but the majority were ones they had never mentioned to him before oddly enough. There wasn’t much time for simple conversation when their bodies were addicted to one another, and their minds were set on making sure the other was doing more than perfectly fine. But during times like these, times where he would lay bored in bed with Sirius by his side he took it upon himself to snoop through their phone like he often did. The names that he had never met undoubtably annoyed him to great lengths but he would continue to delete their numbers, leaving only his own name programmed into Sirius’ phone. It seemed the other was silently catching onto his game, but they didn’t voice any disgust towards his actions--they just kept refilling their phone. Looking through their messages in silence he came across a woman’s name--Jessica to be exact. The name was vaguely familiar but not familiar enough to sleep comfortably by their side. With a few clicks here and there with the skill of technology he found the home base of this so called Jessica and crept out into the night wearing all noir as always, fist slamming against the front door until she finally answered. HIs lips were curled into an angry frown--who could blame him? His man was texting some girl--ready to part with accusations until his eyes landed onto that face. A structure he knew so well. A large head with small features, a gaze to match--It was definitely possible that this woman was related to Sirius. “Who are you again?” Though he didn’t know her face it was obvious she knew his.

One of my most important posession is an old small gold pocket watch. It is an heirloom that has been in the possession of my family for generations. Although it no longer works, for whatever strange reason, the clock remains forever stuck with the small hand on the four and the big hand on the three. 43 it reads, it means I love you, and I don’t know why.

     The more important question is are you following me? [/he quickly retorted, arching a curious brow at her. he had noticed that she had been walking in the same direction as he was from the corner of his eye. he would have said something to her, but she had beat him to it;]