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Whatever the fuck Jae was doing to him, Jung-Su wanted it to stop. He could feel some sort of pull through his nerves, and if it was a pull to relax him, it was going the wrong way because Jung could feel his heart beat a little bit faster, and anxiety start to roll through his body. Maybe it was his unusual powers kicking in as a safety shield, but instead of relaxing him, he was much more insistent on getting out of the situation. His fight or flight response kicking in slightly, and his response? Fight, so his words had a bit more of a bit to them, and he gripped his fingers tightly in his lap. He wasnât sure where this guy was from, but he wasnât from KNPA, and he wasnât human. That much Jung could slowly figure out. A smirk fell on his lips as he stands up, adjusting his glasses on his face.Â
 Was it perchance the same people that went after his father? Even though a part of him yearned for death, he wouldnât give without a fight. After all, what would all his training of been for? He had a bit of pride in himself to at least give himself a willing chance. He wouldnât have put all those hours in for nothing. âBullshit,â Jung finally responded. He made it purposeful to exaggerate his stare up to his eyes. He may be taller, but he was slick, and he could worm his way through this situation. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
âYouâre not from the KNPA. Any idiot could tell. You literally donât look like it, nor do you have a badge Iâm assuming. I donât know how you got in here, but you need to leave.â He was sure that was an empty threat and the other wasnât going to leave at all. He supposed he only said those words to make himself seem like a badass in all the movies that he had listened to. He paused for a moment and chuckled bitterly at himself. When he was nervous, he supposed he talked a lot more than he thought. Was this his version of fighting?Â
 âOr at least tell me why youâre here for me. If youâre here to kill me, make it quick. If youâre here for money, I donât have any. If you want power, you came to the wrong person. And if you want someone to read your newspaper for you, well, itâll be a bit harder, but I can do it for you.â Jung usually never talked this much. He kept much more to himself and offering only a few sarcastic phrases to the few people that he had engaged with. He had found that most people didnât quite enjoy his rather sadistic sense of humor and tried to stir clear. There also was the guilt of feeling bad for a blind man. Some people didnât like the idea of hanging out with him because they felt like they had to be someone other than themselves. They treated him like a glass ready to break at the slightest joke.
Only a few people made it past that round, and when Jung told them that he also had a terminal disease. Most people ran. Only one or two stayed, taking in his sense of humor, his sickness all while keeping attain of their personalities â something that Jung had always appreciated in other people. He knew everyone was different but some people were just so bland. They conformed so easily to the ways that people thought they had to be. Arguably, thatâs what he was supposed to be, and thatâs why he opposed it so much. Â He didnât want to become the person that he was supposed to be. He wanted to be someone different. He sighed again, sitting back down in the chair.Â
 âAlso make it quick, I have a lot of work I need to do.â
W E L L. this one is ( W O R D Y ) , isnât he?
to be honest, jae's not all too sure what to make of all the B R A V A D O; the two
of them had barely seen each other in passing in the past, let alone spoken to one
another, so whatever the other's personality had been  B E F O R E is  completely
unknown to him. which is also when he recognizes that he has no clue whether or
not the other is bluffing him right now. could he really  read  through all his lies, his
disguise? or was he just trying to call his bluff to try to get him off of his back?
as he considers the possibilities, he continues to slowly run through jung-su's sys-
temsâtrying to  keep  his  touch  ( l i g h t ) ,  especially  since he could sense him
TENSING up && Â resisting instead of relaxing. as he moves upwards into his head,
though, he find himself meeting some [ RESISTANCE ] , but  not  the usual mental
type. instead, he finds it  harder  than  usual  to  smoothly move through the nerves
&& with a slightly  creased  brow,  he  attempts  to  work  past it when he suddenly
realizesâ-
oh. O HÂ . Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ( he's B L I N D )
it's a realization he purposely holds at bay && lets dawn slowly so that he wouldn't
give himself away. but if jung is as blind as  he  assumes,  then there's no way that
he can see a shift in his facial expression. then again, jae remains C A U T I O U S ;
the other had been meant to be his genetic MIRRORÂ && his powers were still intact.
though, considering the fact that he had been scheduled for termination because of
an unspecified terminal illness, maybe his powers had d e t e r i o r a t e d , too. the
mere idea causes  a  wave  of  C O C K I N E S S to  flow through himâbut with a
quick clearing of his throat, he forces himself to stay calm.
" here is my identification card, if you insist on  proof,  mr. myong, " jae says slowly,
reaching into his pocket and producing a fake driver's license in a leather and plastic
cover. in it were other proofs of identification, giving the case a bit of WEIGHTâper-
haps just enough to trick jung. holding  it  out,  he  tries  to  keep his mouth but as a
S M I R K tugs at the corner of his lipâ " i apologize that there's no braille for you to
read. I should talk to the department about making our ids more ACCESSIBLE." Â
silently, he stands there  with  his  hands  folded  && allows jung to have his moment.
frankly speaking, the more that jung spoke, the more information he was freely hand-
ing over to jae, saving the time and breath for asking questionsâtwo  things he finds
himself quickly running out of, so he appreciates any shortcuts that can be offered to
him. by the end of it, jae allows himself a small snort of amusement in response to the
other's M A C A B R E humor. if there is one thing that the  two  of them clearly share
at this point, it's their G A L L O W S humor when faced with ( D E A T H ) .
" i know it may be hard for you to believe, but you are safe in my care, " jae continues
to try to assure him, allowing the easy smile on his lips  to slip into his words, trying to
be as welcoming and unassuming as possible. " you  have  never been as safe as you
are now. of that, i can G U A R A N T E E Â you."
&& he tries his H A R D E S T not to, but an amused  laugh  flickers  through his chest.
he waits for the other to sit down and he knows that this is the wrong moveâhe needs
to stay friendly, he needs the other to come with him willingly, if for no other reason than
because it will make things far easier. for the ( B O T H ) of them.
" do you hear that, mr. myong? " he asks, using the moment to  draw  the other's atten-
tion to the silence that had settled over the office. && he lets it H A N G, lets it linger be-
tween the two of themâlets it SINK in before he speaks again. " we  are the only two in
the office. so trust me when i say that there is no work for you  to  get  back to. at least,
not for now."
taking a step back, he leans lazily against a desk, resting his weight against it with a
flat palm as he looks over jungâthinking about how he is supposed to be a reflection
of himself. his ' what if. '
" maybe you would like to try again. " jae stands up straight  and  adjusts  his clothes,
clearly mocking jung at this point. " hello, mr. myong. i am with the knpa && i have
some questions for you."