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moonblssm · 4 years

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everyday job au | han jisung

listen to — Careless by Vacation Manor

、 ice cream shop worker!jisung

the day you got back your quiz after pulling two all-nighters just to find out that you completely bombed it because her questions never made sense, you figured you needed to approach the class in a completely different way

but before that, it was time to cheer yourself up

you managed to drag yourself to the ice cream parlor after a long day and immediately slumped into the closest seat to the door

it was completely silent and you came in so abruptly that jisung - who had been under the counter getting some napkins to restock some of the dispensers - jumped up at the sound of your backpack dropping onto the table before you buried your face into your arms

jisung’s always had a soft heart since he was younger, so when he heard a little sniffle and recognized the sea otter keychain on your bag, he abandoned his previous task as he set the stock of napkins on the counter

he’d been in your world history class the year before, but you never really got to talking to him besides him asking you for some paper or to borrow the highlighter he always needed but never seemed to have

that was no excuse for him to let you cry on your own so he told himself to muster up some courage and somehow got himself over to your table

carefully, he placed himself in the chair next to you, scooting it over to your side to gently - but awkwardly - place his hand on your shoulder to get your attention

“y/n?”

the way your eyes were teary nearly broke his heart when you slowly lifted your head up to meet his gaze

“it’s me, jisung. from asian history?”

immediately, you rushed to wipe your tears, sit up straight, and basically fix your whole appearance as you realized that han jisung was sitting next to you witnessing your crying session

“oh! hey…jisung.”

why did i have to decide to eat away my sadness at the ice cream shop my crush works at?

“are you okay?”

“yeah! great! perfectly swell...all...good.”

“you sure? be honest.”

were you really about to tell you crush that you just failed your quiz while ranting or possibly crying?

you were barely put together enough to even hold a proper conversation with him when you hadn’t just failed a test

the most you could say to him last year was “yeah, no problem” or “thanks” when he handed your writing utensils back

but you think he’d already seen enough that there was nothing to lose

besides

you doubt he was gonna like you back in the first place

“are you sure? i don’t want to bore you or anything. i mean we barely talk.”

“let’s change that then.”

“huh?”

“i’m all yours.”

and with that, your heart skipped a beat before you told him about your teacher and everything you hated about her and her teaching style

his shift was ending by the time you were done, and you felt your heartbeat quicken when you realized that he really had listened to you the entire time, only stopping when someone else came in for their ice cream

“alright, meet me at the table next to the really big cherry blossom tree tomorrow right after school.”

“near the baseball field? why?”

“just trust me.”

and you did

because, now, you were sitting in the shade at the said meeting spot, watching as the baseball team emerged from the locker room in their practice uniforms

waiting for han jisung to show up for the reasons he never told you

you’d been there for ten minutes before the boy showed up, immediately apologizing and introducing you to his friend felix who had been the reason for your delayed meeting

“so why are we here?”

“meet your new tutor!”

“felix?”

“no, me! he’s just here.”

before you can question him, jisung grabs your arm and your backpack and bids goodbye to his freckled friend before dragging you towards the ice cream shop to start the lesson

you don’t think you even agreed, but how could you when he seemed so excited while he talks about the industrial revolution, going on and on about the first operating machine in asia

you’d think all the information would go right over your head, but the way he explained it as the two of you read your textbook gave you the ability to engrave all the needed information in your head

occasionally you’d have to stop him to repeat something because you got distracted watching him as he explained one of the conspiracies he saw relating one of the topics

and he had to stop sometimes as you rushed to write something down in your notes, giving him the ability to see your interest in what he was saying

it made him feel nice knowing that he wasn’t the only one who found all these theories interesting

the way your eyes sparkled or the little gasp that escaped your lips when he connected some facts to prove his point made him melt

he rambled a lot, but you didn’t mind

he did, on the other hand

his rambling never bothered him but now that he was around you, he became worried about the amount and speed of his speech and hyperaware about the possible facial cues that might show signs of boredom or confusion on your face

“i’m so sorry, i’m rambling aren’t i?”

“no, no! don’t worry about it! it’s nice.”

you only give him the brightest smile and he almost has to end your tutoring sessions right then and there

a few sessions in, you tell him about your next major test and he agrees to help you the night before

only when he gets home does he realize that he may have gotten a little carried away with the conspiracy theories and explained the actual textbook less

oh my gosh, did i just stress them out? yes, i did definitely just stress them out? jisung, you dumbass. their test is tomorrow, why’d you have to go off about corporations? why are you so worried? it’s y/n. it’s not like you like them…

his head filled with these thoughts through the night and the next day, worries never leaving his head

he didn’t see you on campus, so the guilt was eating away at him that he could barely focus during his classes and on his shift poor boy almost ran into a glass door

the manager realizes that he’s kind of off today, so she lets him leave early cause he didn’t look too well

that’s when he realizes that if he doesn’t figure why he’s so worried, then he might explode

theres one person you haven’t seen the entire day and you’re dying to just up and track him down when you see him from your bedroom window. you watch as he runs up to your porch and rings the doorbell, and you grab something from your backpack before sprinting down the stairs

jisung’s heart beats as he waits for someone to answer, all his worries flooding back in

but all those worries disappear when you bring out a paper from behind you to show him your test paper with a big red ‘97%’ written at the top

“holy crap.”

“holy crap is right! i owe you everything jisung!”

jisung eyes only widen and his cheeks turn pink, nervously laughing as he humbly says that it was all you

“i was really worried, though.”

“worried? why?”

“i don’t know. don’t get me wrong. i knew you could do it, i just got scared cause i got really carried away yesterday and i thought i stressed you out with all the conspiracy theories and i didn’t want you to get mad and hate me for making you fail a test if i confused you with all the answers. and i didn’t want you to hate me…because….i don’t know. i don’t know what it is, but when i’m with you, i feel like i’ve solved all the mysteries in the world.”

your heart stops at the last sentence, not knowing how to react to the boy you fell for saying those words to you

you don’t know what else to do so you only bury your hands in your face

“oh my gosh, i’m sorry. that was uncalled for, wasn’t it?”

“no, no! i just…you were literally just so humble and then you told me the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me and i’m just so thankful for you? i don’t think i’ve ever met anyone as amazing as you.”

“whatttt? me? no…if anyone it’s you - ”

“no, no, i mean it! can i - can i show you how thankful i am? and take you on a date? like right now?”

he only spares you a second of his shock before giving you smile and holding his hand out to you

“let me take you somewhere that sells something other than ice cream though.”

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yume-x-hanabi · 4 years

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Echoing Song ~Kresnik Fragments~ (4th Night)

This is a translation of the fourth short story from the Tales of Xillia 2 Official World Guidance book. Prepare tissues.

The World Riding On A See-Saw

“Aah! I’m against tomatoes!” Elle’s tantrum could be heard all throughout the vegetable corner.

“They’re not just tomatoes, they’re cherry tomatoes. Aren’t they cute? You should try them at least once.”

“Boo! I won’t get tricked by a cute name!”

“Hey! Stop yelling, it’s embarrassing!”

Ludger and Elle both turned to me at the same time. “You’re the loudest one here.”

A nearby client snorted. My cheeks turned red. “You’re the ones who’re making me raise my voice!”

“Meow...” Rollo seemed to sigh in his carrier.

It had been a while since Spirius gave us a break. I was dragged on grocery shopping with Ludger and Elle.

Ludger looked like he was having fun as he pushed the cart around. Didn’t he have anything better to do on his rare holidays? … Well, not like I’m one to talk.

Setting foot in Trigleph’s giant supermarket was a shocking experience. A staggering amount of food was lined up in this stupidly huge building, in which more than ten times the total population of Nia Khera came and went to do their shopping. And perhaps the most incredible was that the food was replenished as soon as it was sold.

I had no idea there was such a world outside of Rieze Maxia… No, it was more that I had severed my ties to that world when I received my mission, because everything about the food lined up here—its production, export, sale—was based on devices using spyrix technology.

“Why do you hate tomatoes so much?” Ludger asked Elle.

“Because they’re all squishy and mushy.”

“But you like eggs, don’t you? Aren’t they squishy and mushy as well?”

They continued their chit-chat, ignoring how I was lost in thought. It was hard to believe this was an agent who destroyed worlds.

“Don’t compare eggs and tomatoes! It’s an affront to eggs!”

Elle tried to sound mature—and where did she learn that kind of expression anyway?—but the effect was a bit lost with her brown pigtails bouncing.

“Do you even know what an affront is?”

“I-I know! It’s when you make fun of someone.”

“Hmm. If you say so.”

“Hey! That’s an affront to me!”

Oh, so she understood after all. When you thought she was just trying to have the last word, it turned out she actually got the essential part down.

Ludger and Elle’s argument eventually settled on the decision to make rice omelette for dinner. In other words, Elle won. She marched toward the egg’s aisle with a triumphant look on her face.

“How soft.”

“Hm? Oh, she wants the sauce to be demi-glace. Instead of the usual, she asked me to cover the rice with a soft, fluffy omelet, like a bride’s lacy dress. She saw it on TV, apparently.”

“Not the food. You.”

Ludger’s eyes clouded from my brusque words. “That’s not true,” he answered bitterly.

I suddenly felt like water filled my lungs. …Ah, right. There was no way he was soft.

After all, you deceived me, killed my sister, and destroyed my world. What’s the point of acting humble now? It’s not like I’d ever forgive you. You, whose job is to destroy other people’s worlds. I’ll never forgive—

“Ludger! I found cheap eggs!”

The icy tension between Ludger and I was broken by Elle’s innocent voice. She was running toward us holding a pack of eggs.

“Look! It’s only 20 gald for a pack of six!”

“Don’t run! It’s dangerous.”

Just when Ludger yelled that, Elle ran into a cart pushed by a middle-aged woman.

“Elle!!” I screamed.

Packs of food and vegetables fell on the floor in slow-motion.

Fortunately, Elle’s only injuries were slightly scrapped knees. However, Ludger was forced to pay for the food that was ruined due to her carelessness.

“You’re really stupid!” I told Elle. Relief turned my worry into anger.

We were sitting on a bench on the place in front of the supermarket. Elle’s clothes were sticky with egg yolk, and she looked dejected. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. At least you didn’t get hurt,” Ludger replied, wiping her shirt with a towel. He was being soft again.

Dude, that’s not how… Wait, why am I feeling so shaken?

“But you learned a lesson, didn’t you? Be more aware of your surroundings next time.”

“…Okay.”

I gasped.

Sparks ignited through my head. This was just like… just like the words of my sister when she protected me from Exodus fifteen years ago.

“You learned a lesson, didn’t you? You have to be more careful, Milla.”

“But… Muzét… Your eyes…”

Stop! Is this a joke!? It’s just eggs! Muzét lost her light because of that injury! That’s why she started hating me and she…

She…

“Unfortunately, the omelette will have to wait. …I’m broke.”

“You need to work, right? I’ll help!”

Like mirrors, the two smiled at each other.

“It’s not funny! Think of how it’d feel to be destroyed for some omelette!” Before I knew it, I had started screaming. “Destroying worlds! That’s what you mean by ‘work’!!”

“W-What’s wrong, Milla?” Elle asked in a shaky voice.

When I came to my senses, I was running through the streets aimlessly. There was nowhere I could go in this spyrix-infested world. My chest felt like it was going to burst open, but I couldn’t stop running.

I knew what they were going through. I didn’t want to understand, but I did.

I kept screaming in my mind, and after running around for a while, I ended up at the park in front of Ludger’s apartment building. There was a long shadow basked in sunset. It looked silly, trembling along my unsteady breathing.

“Well, of course. It’s my shadow after all.”

I felt so tired… I sat down on a see-saw.

“In the end, there’s nowhere I can go…”

I sat alone in a city of steel and stone and spyrix.

An unknown city. Unknown people. An unknown world. The only thing that felt real was the warmth of my knees as I hugged them to my chest.

The shadow at my feet smiled faintly. “Haven’t you always been alone?” it said.

Back in Nia Khera, I knew the believers’ faces, but not their names. I didn’t know anything—not the meaning of my mission nor the true shape of the world. I didn’t know anything, did I?

“…No!”

I had a sister. A kind sister.

The shadow swayed eerily and whispered. “But that Muzét died because of you.”

No!

“Because you betrayed her.”

No!

“You killed her.”

No!

“She died hating you.”

No, no, no!!

I gasped. The shadow swirled and from its center came out my sister’s silhouette. I held my breath. Blood oozed from her mouth. A lance was sticking out from her chest and she glared at me, screaming…

“Milla!”

Something warm appeared by my side suddenly and called my name.

I raised my head and saw my red-eyed reflection in wide turquoise eyes. Elle’s face was so close I was startled. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to word it. What a silly face. Heh heh heh… It’s funny how her feelings showed on her face, clear as day.

The moment I let out a breath, Elle jumped into my arms and hugged me. Just like that time when my world shattered.

“Don’t worry me like that! I thought you disappeared for good!”

Why was she angry? It didn’t make any sense. But…

“…I’m sorry.” I found myself apologizing, though I did not know what for.

The piece of board holding me and Elle creaked and lifted us in the air.

“Uwah!” Elle squealed excitedly, clinging to me.

On the other side of the see-saw were Ludger and Rollo. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to word it. Pfft, peas in a pod, those two.

“Milla, the see-saw!” Elle adjusted her posture in my lap and rocked her body.

How complacent. The shadow sneered again. Playing with those who robbed you of—Yes, you’re right. I know that, painfully. But… Still…

“You know, that’s the first time I ride a see-saw!” Elle exclaimed.

My reflection in her turquoise eyes smiled.

I started rocking the see-saw vigorously, stomping on the shadow with all my force.

“Me too, actually!”

The world swayed, Elle laughed.

Ludger started humming a funny song following the rhythm of the see-saw going up and down. Elle joined him. How carefree, Mr. world-destroying agent. But that song felt nostalgic, as though I had heard it before… Should I start humming too? Only if I feel like it.

Ludger and Rollo. Elle and I. Back and forth. Up and down. The “world” riding on a see-saw in the corner of a city colored in dusk did indeed seem balanced.

Extract from Spirius Corporation archives

Name: Ludger Will Kresnik

Address: Frères Apartments, Room 302, Trigleph

Date of birth: Primia 4285

Home situation: Foundling. Deposited at Zorya General Hospital, Trigleph. Family register and parents’ names unknown. Raised in Rodo Private Orphanage. Adopted in Primia 4290. Dependent of Julius Will Kresnik (foster brother).

Information compiled by: Julius Will Kresnik, Examiner

* P.S.: Evidence of tampering with the above data was found. Permission to investigate granted.

Signed, Vera Lou Leshy CEO’s Secretary

#tales of xillia 2 #fractured milla #ludger will kresnik #elle mel marta #yume translations #i cried while translating this

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fictionalarsonist · 6 years

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inconspicuous bad apples - ch.02 (revamped)

pairing ›_taekwoon ⨯ reader ⨯ hakyeon feat. ›_ vixx wonshik ; got7 jinyoung ; cha minjoo (child oc) content ›_angst ; murder ; police au ; serial killer au ; mature language ; smoking ; drinking ; violence ; blood ; age gap relationship ; divorce rating ›_pg-13 word count ›_ 3k

a/n ›_ i decided to review this. is not quite all different, but i took off some unnecessary things from it.

「 ao3 | mobile m.list | inconspicuous bad apples m.list」

[ ch.01 | ch.02 | ch.03 | ch.04 | work in progress ]

“Okay, Lieutenant. We got it.”,Jinyoung approaches you as you stand beside the autopsy table, you take a folder from his hand and he stops next to you, “Not to rain on your parade, but the girl is… I mean was– the daughter of Daeun Trading Corporation’s CEO”, Jinyoung sounds amused and you sigh, looking up at him disappointed, “Her name is Kim Da Eun”

“Of course she was”, you droned, earning a chuckle from Jinyoung.

You take a quick look at the files inside before looking at the girl again, squinting your eyes just the slightest to concentrate at the sight before you. Jinyoung’s focuses on his notes for a moment, oblivious to your antics.

“Something wrong”, you speculate, loud enough to get Jinyoung looking up at you with one raise eyebrow.

“Wh-What? Lieutenant–”, he faltered, letting his hands fall beside his body.

“Just a feeling. An instinct–”, you mutter vaguely, offering him a shrug.

Jinyoung breathes out tiredly.

“Lieutenant…”, he starts, “I used to think only I hated when you said things like this, but I’ve noticed it’s a unanimous feeling. People hate when you say something about this instinct of yours, it’s scary!”

“Me included”, you reply vaguely, adding a strangled sigh as you try to put the pieces together, making sure you’re not missing anything, “What do we have so far?”

Jinyoung dutifully walks you through the information gathered, the doctor adds more facts.. It feels like a promising day, alright.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

You look up when someone knocks on your table.

“We’re going out for lunch”, your Captain announces, walking around your table to take a better look at the files you have scattered before you, “Obsessive as always”

Although his words are a reprimand you can hear the compliment undertone he applies to them. He shifted his weight on his feet, taking a closer look at the files you have on your table.

“What are those?”

You slide one of the file to him and leans back on your seat, massaging your closed eyelids.

“Someone I know owned me a favor”, you confess while opening your eyes.

You see him flipping the file to look at the department’s name, not minding his troubled and rather upset expression, you show him the photos and your Captain snaps his eyes to look at you, inspecualting.

“This case belongs to narcotics, what are you up to?”

“Daeun’s case.” You starts, “Something seems off.”

“Y/n, you can’t compare the daughter of CEO Kim Shin Il with those druggies!”

“Captain–”, you insist, pulling the files for comparison, “Most injuries match and the disposal location as well and the prostitutes aren’t the only ones–”, he interrupts you in a hurry

“Forget this”, he snaps and starts closing the files, putting them in a pile, “I’m retiring, and you will be promoted soon, we don’t need to stir shit up, Y/n”, he leaves only the CEO’s daughter file open on top of the others and taps the photo of the girl’s ID attached to he files, “After lunch we’ll have the warrant for her boyfriend’s house. It’ll be over before you know it”

“But, Captain! Something is definitely wrong here”, you try dissuading him and pulls out Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend mugshot, “I doesn’t make sense!” You hand him the paper, tapping it energetically as you speak on, “How can a narcissistic girl like Da Eun date a penniless man who walks around like a homeless–”, he interrupts you

“How would I know? It could be another trend, who knows?”

“Captain, do you really believe that?” You defy him, staring into his eyes with your hands on your waist and the two of you simply stare at each other for a moment, “Captain–”, you try again once both of you calm down, “I know something’s off about this.”

“Y/n-ah~”, he calls your attention in a rather affectionate way that comes out as bothersome, “I told you before. You can’t solve every case trusting your guts”, he insists, “Sometimes it doesn’t work and when that happens–”, he sighs

He steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little, but still looking in your eyes.

“Y/n! Don’t do this”, he warns you, “Think about Minjoo~, huh?” He tries in a dissuading tone and pats your shoulders before letting go of you, “Let’s go eat something, it’s my treat”

It’s not that you don’t understand his mindset. You want this to be that simple, you want it to be just a simple case of an abusive boyfriend jealousy as much as your Captain. This way the case you would be off your hands and you could move on to the next one on the pile resting on the other side of your table.

There isn’t much time left for your Captain’s retirement and your promotion to take his place and both of you are excited for this for different reasons. He has his business planned to stay alongside his family and enjoy his supposed old age papering his grandkids. As a side effect of being taken under your captain’s wings is knowing his family very closely as if you’re part of it, Seungho is his eldest grandkid, only a year older than Minjoo and they go to the same daycare, you’re friends with his mother, your captain’s oldest daughter.

So, yeah, you know everything you need to about him wanting to settle down and he knows all your reasons too. Keeping a low profile is a must in such a crucial moment in this career, but you just can’t look away from what’s in front of you, not when you have such a golden chance in your hands to make this work not just for the CEO’s daughter, but for the others too.

***

Your phone buzzes on your desk and the screen displays Hakyeon’s ID along with his picture, one that has him holding Minjoo during her last birthday party, and although the sound is subdued in the noisy room you’re not completely alienated to it, however you decide to ignore it, focusing on the files you have in hand, instead. Trying to connect the dots, because you know something off about this case, you know there must be a connection somewhere and if there is, you better find it fast before it’s too late to do anything about it.

“Lieutenant?” You look up to see Wonshik waiting for you expectantly by your desk, “They got Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend. They’re taking him to the interrogation room right now”, he pants

You jump on your feet and make sure to lock the files you’ve been reading in the lowest drawer on your desk before scooping your phone from your desk and walking hurried steps with Wonshik by your side.

“Who’s with him?”

“Detective Park”, he speaks respectfully

“Jinyoung?”

“Yes”, he nods

“Good”, you mutter more to yourself, then to him, “Did he say anything?”

“Aside from pleading innocence? No, sir.”

“Of course.”

He follows you into the room next to the interrogation room where some of the other detectives are gathered along with the Captain.

“How is it going?” You ask, moving to stand right in front of the two way mirror

“They gave us an alibi”, you Captain speaks, “We’re checking on it”, he adds with eyes glued on the scene unfolding behind the two-way mirror

“Brand named clothes and shoes. Limited edition, artesanal wrist watch…”, Jinyoung clicks his tongue, “You certainly is a high maintenance man”

“Why? Jealous?”, Jongup provokes, “I heard a cop’s pay off is real shit”, he adds, squinting his nose in disgust

“Still better than being a prostitute”

“Wow-wow-wow! Where did that came from?”

“Well, let me see–”, Jinyoung starts sarcastically, leaning back on his chair with arms crossed over his chest, “You’re unemployed and a complete nobody that ran errands for a low-life thug a few weeks ago, then out of nowhere you meet Kim Da Eun. Rich girl with a powerful father. Then, suddenly, you move to a better apartment and starts dressing like a well-bred bastard, except–”, this time Jinyoung’s the one who squints in disgust, “You have a horrible taste”

“I’m not a prostitute! What the fuck?”, Jongup replies outraged, “I’m a personal assistant, ‘lright?”

Jinyoung scoffs much like you on the other side of that mirror, most of the other detectives shake their heads in incredulity.

“Yeah, sure”, you hear someone say, somewhere behind you

“A personal assistant? You?”, Jongup nods insistently

Jinyoung keeps his eyes on Jongup as he opens the file on the table and only looks down to read.

“Moon Jong Up. 23 years old. Barely concluded middle school in a countryside town, the middle of nowhere–”, Jinyoung nudges the file away and looks up again, “How are you a personal assistant for people like Kim Da Eun and her friends?”

“I’m very good at what I do”, Jongup smirks with a careless shrug

“Two people testified that you were Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend, Jongup. Now–”, Jinyoung leans forward again, with his elbows on the table, “You can’t blame me for assuming you’re a prostitute. It’s the best case scenario for you to date a girl like her, even though we both know she could do much better. We understand her friends didn’t want to taint her memory by saying that, but still–”

“Alright, man. Just– stop right there”, Jongup asks in annoyed, raising both hands before dropping them loudly on his lap, “I wasn’t dating her or anything. She was a spoiled, manipulative, annoying bitch. Not exactly my type of fuck, no”

“Then why were you have pointing fingers saying that you were her boyfriend”

Jongup sighs in exasperation, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“The fuck should I know? All I do is fixing parties for these crazy rich kids, man”

“Then, how come Kim Da Eun spent three days in your apartment?”, Jinyoung doesn’t lose a beat and Jongup takes a deep breathe, tonguing the teeth at the back of his mouth and rolling his head with eyes closed.

There’s a silent in the room and Jinyoung nudges his chair closer to the table in between them and smacks his hand very loudly on top of the files, regaining Jongup’s attention in a instant.

“Hey!”, Jinyoung speaks on the top of his lungs and Jongup stares at him, but it’s obvious he wants to look away, “You’re about to be charged with murder.”, Jongup looks away, “Look at me!”

“He definitely knows something”, your captain speaks up

“C’mon.”, you mutter more to yourself than to anyone else in the room, “C’mon, speak up.”

There’s a silence in the room for a moment. Jinyoung watches the Jongup very closely, while Jongup looks everywhere but Jinyoung.

“Jongup”, Jinyoung calls, “Why did you murdered Kim Da Eun?”

“What the–”, Jongup protests comes out as a groan, “I didn’t murder anyone!”

Jinyoung starts talking again, but your attention is robbed by Wonshik, who walks in and hands you a file. You scan the file, reading the report as fast as you can before handing over to you Captain. Dong Il reads and curses under his breath.

“His alibi checks out”, you say in deception before speaking into the microphone, to Jinyoung, “Come over”

Jinyoung leaves Jongup alone in the room with a threatening remark and meets you with the rest of the team inside the two-way mirror room.

“What is it?” He asks as soon as he steps in.

“His alibi checks out”, you repeat and your captain pushes the file on Jinyoung’s chest while you lean on the table behind you with your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

“We confirmed he was arrested two days ago for fighting a VVIP member of the Lotus nightclub.”

“How did he got in a place like that?” Jinyoung asks in annoyance

“Even if he worked for Golden Tiger himself he’d need a high status in the syndicate to get in that club”, you comment

“He was a guest for a private party”, the detective makes a pause, “For Kim Da Eun”

“Apparently Jongup and the other guy was hurt pretty bad. They all went to the hospital, Kim Da Eun too. Kim Da Eun and her friend pressed charges against Jongup”, Wonshik explains, “They left and not too long after he was taken into custody by the Department of Organized Crimes, he stayed with them for two days”

“So, we’re back to square one?” Jinyoung asks

“This Kim Da Eun’s friend is the son of one of Kim Shin Il’s associates. I’ll call the judge, he won’t show up unless we summon him”, you add, “Go back there and try to find something about this other guy and that fight. If he didn’t mention anything about it, then he’s definitely hiding something”

Jinyoung motions his head before leaving the room and you watch him start the interrogation again before leaving the room with your phone in hand. You don’t notice your Captain following you.

“I’m relieved”, he speaks up with a smile and you raise your eyebrows in confusion, “The next Captain is competent”

He doesn’t wait for you to say anything, just walks away. Whistling his favorite tune with his hands in his pockets and it’s only when he’s quite far that you let it sink in and smiles to yourself at the thought before going back to what you were doing.

It takes some talk and some convincing, but once you get the okay from the judge, you go back to the room, to watch the interrogation.

“We confirmed it was your blood on Kim Da Eun’s hands… literally. So, I’m pretty sure we can hold you here”, Jinyoung states

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, Jongup protests, “I already told you!”, he speaks loud in frustration looking at Jinyoung, before looking at you, “There was a fight at the club, I got hurt and she got… dirty. That crazy bitch”

He whispers the last part to himself and abruptly stands up to lift his shirt up his torso to show the cut, the blood on the wound soaking the bandages.

“Sit down!” Jinyoung commands, stepping further into the room and slamming the file on the table, but he stays standing up

“You see this?” Jongup points at the wound, “It was two days ago and it’s bleeding again because you people keep assaulting me”

“You’re the one getting worked up”, Jinyoung clarifies in a low, threatening tone, “Now, sit. Down.”

If it was either Jinyoung’s piercing glare or the way he spoke in a yet darker tone, hissing the words with jaw tightened that made Jongup swallow hard and obey, you don’t know. But it works quite a lot.

“I was in jail! I was in a cell for almost two days”, he starts again, more quiet this time

“We already know that part. Tell why you fought with that other guy”, Jinyoung presses and Jongup goes silent again, “Are you scared of losing your sponsor or something?”

“Look. You don’t mess with people like him, okay?”

“Why? Why is so scary about him? Huh?”, Jinyoung smiles, leaning further on the table and closer Jongup, “I’ll make this clear. We won’t have nothing to hold against you if you just say what you know about this guy”

Jinyoung slides a printed screencap from a CCTV from the file, towards Jongup. Keeping his eyes locked with the other’s.

“Just tell me what you know about the guy and we can let you go”

Jongup hesitates before looking at the photo other table, his eyes shift between the photo and Jinyoung. He presses his lips and looks away, lost in thoughts for a moment.

“I’m–”, Jongup hesitates, “I’m not saying he killed her, ‘lright?”, the fear and hesitation is more than clear as he speaks, stealing glances at Jinyoung

“Why? Do you think he could murder Kim Da Eun?”

“I don’t know, man…”

“Hey, Moon Jongup!” Jinyoung calls, loud and clear, “Look at me. Speak clearly.”, he commands

Jongup does as he’s told. When he starts speaking again he’s still hesitating and biting down on his lips, but at least he’s looking back at Jinyoung.

“All I know is that he’s a twisted bastard”, Jongup speaks up, “Mr. Kim wanted his daughter to date this dude, but Da Eun came to me–”

“To you?” Jinyoung asked skeptically

“All I know is that she wanted someone to protect her from this crazy-ass dude. She was scared of him”

“Did she tell you why?” Jongup hesitates to answer, “Jongup!”

“I told you, he’s crazy”, Jongup halts

“How?”

“He’s a controlling freak. A total psycho, I’m telling you”

Sometimes comes to your mind and you reach for the microphone again.

“Jinyoung, ask if Kim Da Eun was being abused by her boyfriend”, there a pause while you stand back and Jinyoung asks

“You bet. Just ask anyone, if you make sure he won’t do anything to them, they might speak up too. Or just check on his ex-girlfriend.”

“So why did Kim Da Eun choose you?”

“Because she knows I’m good at what I do”

“You were a low-life thug.”

“Exactly–”, Jongup motions his head with a shrug, “I’m good at what I do”, he repeats himself

“Then, what happened?” Jinyoung presses in urgency

“The guy is like a vicious dog”, Jongup stresses clearly, tapping his index finger on the table to make the gravity of his words worth, “He came to the club and tried to take her away, calling her all kinds of stuff, trying to drag her away– He was high on something. I tried protecting her–my job, remember? But the crazy son of a bitch cut me open with a fucking broken bottle”

“You said he was high–”, Jinyoung insists, “Is he addicted to any illicit drug?”

Jongup scoffs. “Why? Do I get extra points if I answer that one?”

“It doesn’t matter. We have what we need to get the playboy over”, you say out loud to the others, “Wonshik, go check on the summon the judge is supposed to send. I’ll be on my desk.”

This is heading down the same path, only now the person to have fingers pointed at is different. You know quite well, how this might end, but you can’t take those files locked in a drawer out of your head. You know there’s something about it that connects everything.

⇽ chapter 01 | chapter 03 ⇾

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mshellbrat · 7 years

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Hey guys! Here is my submission for @thebookjumper‘s weekly Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon for the Prompt: Sent to the Wrong Printer. It’s completely unrelated to my two other series but I am still working on both and I hope you enjoy this anyway! I needed some humor and some fluff...I’m worrying myself to death over the new season for nothing because I’m a little crazy...lol.

If you would like to be tagged in the future when I post new fics please let me know. :-)

Summary: Felicity is one lone IT gem of a girl in a sea of Chets. She was overworked and underappreciated and then that notorious email got sent to the wrong printer. Her life will never be the same.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!...except Chet... :-)

It all started with an email...a PERSONAL email...

Hey Caitie,

So, what did I do last night, you asked? I had the distinct privilege of working until 11:45 pm correcting the idiocy of my fellow IT gremlins. They work in IT, Caitlin! Information Technology! Yet some IGNORAMUS not only clicked on the spyware link he was called to remove from the CEO's COMPUTER, but then he scurried his happy ass out the door and left the mess for ME to clean up! UGH!!!

And why, you may ask, did the CEO of our illustrious and respectable corporation have spyware on his computer? Because I work for Oliver FRACKING Queen, that's why! I don't work for the shrewd and intelligent Robert Queen, who was CEO when I accepted this position with the promise of advancement and a fast-track to the Applied Sciences division. I don't work for the eminently respectable and honorable Walter Steele, who asked for my patience while he delicately found a way to break the contract of my incompetent sexist supervisor. I work for Oliver 'I peed on a cop' Queen! He spent five years on a deserted island, Caitlin! He didn't get his BBA from Coconut University!

Okay, yes, I know I need to breathe. I need to give the CEO playboy extraordinaire the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he DIDN'T catch his spyware from porn browsing during company hours and on the company computer. Maybe it was an honest mistake. Maybe someone used his computer without authorization. But NONE of that excuses the email I received from HR this morning reminding me that as I'm a salary employee, I will not be receiving any extra compensation for the countless overtime hours I put in correcting other employee's mistakes. Believe it or not, I WAS WELL AWARE! I am so tempted right now to replace every data file in this building with recordings of porcupine flatulence! THAT is what I think of Oliver Queen! HE is porcupine flatulence! He is a FAILING FAILER WHO FAILS!

But, in answer to the question in your earlier email, no, I did not get to catch up on Doctor Who last night. I had to work...for FREE!

XOXO,

Felicity

Her morning break, a chocolate chip muffin, a mint-chip latte, and Felicity finally felt human again. She sighed in relief and tilted her face back into the sunshine. She'd vented her ire to Caitlin, though she doubted she'd even bother sending that email. It wasn't like her to bash her job. Most days Felicity liked her job. Sure, she didn't get nearly enough credit or nearly enough pay, but she had faith that her hard work would be rewarded. She'd invested too much time and energy and heart to walk away from Queen Consolidated now. Giving herself another mental pep talk, Felicity headed back for the office. She had work to do.

“Ms. Thomas called about the file while you were gone,” Ted Sanders, or Chet, called as Felicity walked past him. Ted was her unofficial assistant. Technically he received almost the same pay she did...which was why she called him Chet. He and every other incompetent in the department being paid the same or more than her for far inferior work were called Chet. It was her small private rebellion.

Felicity nodded. “I'll handle it.”

“I already did,” Chet smiled. “I printed the file directly to the CEO.”

Felicity froze. She turned to look at him. She fought the urge to grind her teeth. “You did what?”

Chet frowned. “I printed the file to Mr. Queen's printer.”

She took in a deep breath and blew it out trying to keep her temper. “It was supposed to be sent directly to the Finance Department, Chet!”

His mouth dropped open. “Oh...sorry?”

Shaking her head, Felicity spun on her heel and headed into her office. She slid into her chair and settled her fingers on her keyboard. Within seconds she was pulling up the printer history. She was reaching to reprint the file to the correct location when something registered...something wrong...

She frowned harder. This wasn't the right file. She double clicked to pull it up and see what the incompetent Chet had sent off to Mr. Queen. Then she gaped...she gasped...she felt hot, then cold, then SICK...Great Google...Oh Dumbledore...Holy Frack...NO NO NO!!!

She must have made some awful sound, some choked hysterical pained noise, because Chet came running. She pointed at the screen...she pointed and pointed and...she thought her brain had melted...

Chet scrambled around the desk and quickly read over the file, the email, the horrible ranting bash against her boss and her job. Chet made a pained noise of his own. Then he started to apologize, muttering “I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry” under his breath. He tried to lean around her as if to delete the evidence.

Felicity batted his hand away and pointed her finger at him threateningly. Then she spun back to face the front and pulled up another file. She started typing.

Chet frowned confused. “What are you doing?”

Felicity laughed hysterically and shrugged. “I'm updating my resume. I'm going to need it.”

Oliver Queen had received a lot of criticism in his life. He'd even admit that he deserved the lion's share of it. He'd been an ass, a careless, thoughtless, arrogant, selfish, entitled ass. He'd like to believe that he'd grown since his younger years, that his five years away had at least burnt away the foolish boy he'd once been. He knew, however, that he would never outgrow the 'peeing on a cop' thing. He was never living it down. It was that insult, among the various littering the email, that stung the most.

Pushing that thought aside, Oliver leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “I'm just wondering,” he grumbled to the man sitting opposite him, “exactly how a self-proclaimed invaluable IT employee accidentally sent THIS to my printer.”

“Well yes,” Walter Steele frowned and looked up from the copy of the infamous email, “this was clearly a mistake.”

Oliver lifted his brows at the understatement.

“But nothing so very insurmountable,” Walter continued. “This was obviously a personal email, Oliver.” He eyed the Queen heir carefully. “You shouldn't take it so...”

“Personally?” Oliver finished. Then he smirked and looked at Walter. “You know who she is, don't you? I knew you would.” Which was exactly why he'd called his former stepfather there. As former CEO, having only stepped down a few months before, Walter knew much more about the current employees of QC than Oliver did. He had to know who this angry ranting harpy was.

Walter returned his look. “You don't already know?”

Oliver's mouth drew into a hard line. “Felicity Smoak...the only Felicity currently employed by our IT Department.” He considered the older man. “I wondered if you knew of any reason I shouldn't immediately terminate Ms. Smoak for disrespect and sheer idiocy.”

Walter made a face. “Because she's correct?”

“Hey!” Oliver stared at Walter offended.

“No,” Walter shook his head, “no, not about you, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Oliver grumbled, not entirely appeased.

“But Ms. Smoak is highly overqualified for her current position,” Walter said. “She was personally recruited out of MIT by your father. Her lack of advancement by this point must be understandably frustrating.” He sighed. “Her direct superior is verging on incompetence, relies almost entirely on her carrying his workload, and feels threatened by her superior skill and intelligence.”

Oliver winced. “So she's been overlooked...”

“Because of the constant upheaval the company has experienced over the last few years,” Walter said.

Oliver nodded. “So our competitors...”

“Would have a field day at the opportunity to steal her out from under you.”

Oliver ran his hands over his face. “Fabulous. That's just fabulous.”

As the elevator doors opened and Oliver stepped out into the IT Department, he noticed a fidgety looking young man standing beside a cubicle. The stranger, who looked exactly like someone Oliver would expect to work in the IT Department, jerked and immediately turned toward Oliver and started waving his hands frantically before him. “I'm so sorry! It's my fault!”

Oliver lifted a brow and eyed the man. “I'm looking for Felicity Smoak.”

“PLEASE!” He begged. “It was a mistake! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean it!”

Now Oliver was confused. “You're Felicity Smoak?”

The man seemed to consider that for a moment. Then he jerked his head up and down. “Yes, yes I am. And I am throwing myself on your mercy!” He took a step toward Oliver. “I will beg! I will get down on my knees and beg! Please don't fire Felicity Smoak!”

“CHET,” an irate female voice called from behind a cubicle, “would you shut up? You're ruining my concentration.”

The stranger, Chet apparently, looked toward the cubicle before turning back to Oliver. “You can't fire her! It's my fault! I did it!”

Oliver shook his head and rubbed his hand over his forehead. The situation just kept getting more and more bizarre. “Your name is Chet?”

The stranger winced. “Technically I'm Ted Sanders...” he looked back toward the cubicle, “but I'm also Chet B. It's a long story. Please don't fire anyone! She didn't send it. I did! It's my fault!”

“CHET, SHUT UP!” The female voice, who Oliver was assuming at this point was the illusive Felicity Smoak, growled and became more demanding. “You've already buried me. Don't get yourself fired as a bonus!”

Chet, Ted, whatever his name was, clasped his hands together and held them out to Oliver imploringly. “Please!”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “No one is getting fired. Where is Felicity Smoak?”

Chet slumped in relief. He leaned back against the side of the cubicle and hooked his finger toward the open doorway. “She's in there. Can I leave now?”

“Yes,” Oliver told him, “go take a break or something.”

He nodded jerkily. “Or something...something being alcohol or a Xanax.” He rushed past Oliver and toward the elevators.

Oliver took in a deep breath and readied himself to face the angry ranting harpy. He walked forward, turned, and looked into the cubicle. Then he blinked. Felicity Smoak was...she was cute. She had blonde hair pulled back into a perky high ponytail, cute little glasses, was wearing a light pink top, and a pencil skirt. Her forehead was scrunched together as she examined the typing on her monitor, she had a red pen clasped tightly between her teeth, and her lips were a bright vivid pink. The woman was very very cute. Oliver couldn't help it. He smiled. “Felicity Smoak?”

She gasped, the pen dropped out of her mouth, and she looked to the side. Her expression was half defensive/half horrified. She pursed her lips and glared at him. “I'm just updating my resume. I have an interview set up with S.T.A.R. Labs and I'll be out of your hair shortly. I'd really appreciate it if you allowed me to work out a two-week-notice. I need the money.”

Oliver chuckled and shook his head. He held out his hand to her. “I'm Oliver Queen. I wondered if you'd have time to discuss your possible advancement in the company. It appears you are currently grossly overqualified for your position.”

Her mouth gaped. “You're serious?”

He smiled and nodded. “I'm serious.”

“But...” she frowned confused, “I...I basically called you an underqualified fart, who may or may not have infected his company computer with spyware due to his unsavory porn habits.”

Oliver couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness that was his day. “Who peed on a cop,” he reminded her.

She whimpered and buried her face in her hands. “I'm so sorry! I was venting! I wasn't even going to send the damn email!”

“Well,” Oliver conceded, “the last was actually public record.” He wanted to be mad at her, but he just couldn't. She was adorable and clearly mortified.

“But I don't judge people I don't know!” Felicity told him. “You've never done anything to me. I don't know you. I had no right to type those things about you. I should be reprimanded! I should be fired!” She told him.

“You were frustrated,” Oliver said understandingly. “You weren't really angry at me.”

“I wasn't!” Felicity insisted. “It was that damn Margaret from HR! She gets on my last nerve!”

“And you never meant for anyone to see what you had written,” Oliver continued.

“I didn't!” Felicity said. “I SO SO TOTALLY DIDN'T!”

Oliver shrugged and smiled again. “Then let's forget about it. No harm, no foul. I've heard far worse things about myself in the past. Your email was practically tame.”

The blonde still looked miserable...and adorable. Oliver was convinced at this point that the woman was incapable of not looking adorable. She pouted. “I deserve to be punished!”

Oliver cocked a brow. “Well, I'm planning to promote you to head of our IT Department and I'm not firing Chet, which means you will continue to work with him on a daily basis. Consider that punishment enough.”

Felicity snorted. “You've only met Chet B. If I'm heading this department I have to supervise the entire alphabet of idiots. I'm gonna need a raise...and medication.”

Oliver nodded again. “How about we discuss your promotion and that raise over dinner?”

Now she was gaping at him again. Felicity made a choked laughing sound. “You...you're kidding, right?”

“If you'd be willing to share the evening with a notorious failer who got his BBA from Coconut University,” Oliver teased.

She squeezed her eyes shut and winced again. “I'm just gonna sit here and wait for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.”

Oliver laughed. He caught himself in wonder as he considered exactly how long it had been since he'd laughed this much. It made him even more determined to get to know this woman. Walter, as usual, was correct. Felicity Smoak was remarkable. “Come on, Ms. Smoak, let's put this whole thing behind us. I think we'll be working together a lot more in the future.” He leaned toward her slightly and his eyes twinkled. “Let me take you to dinner.”

The blonde gulped and looked up at him dumbstruck. “I'm in so much trouble here, aren't I?”

Oliver wiggled his brows. “I guess we'll find out.”

Felicity sighed and nodded her acceptance of his offer. Her lips quirked up into a hesitant smile. “I blame Chet.”

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berrykookie · 7 years

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Found You! - Part 1

Genre: Mafia!AU - Taehyung Centric Word Count: 2.6k

Safety purposes.

Those two words rung in your ears as you looked at you ID card before scanning it and entering through the iron gates of the college.

It was your first day at college, first day out of your house without bodyguards, and the first where you actually felt a little free.

The memory of the day when your father had talked to you about moving to another city was still as fresh as yesterday’s in your mind. ‘I think you’re ready to go to college on your own, Y/N, without any bodyguards,’ he had said. Why wouldn’t it be for a girl who had stayed home all her life?

For details, your father was the founder and owner the huge Lee Corporation, and even then, you had never lived that princess life every classmate of yours used to talk about. Instead, it was more like that of a prisoner, confined to just the four walls of your room. The huge mansion that your father owned? Yes, he owned one, he and his men, not you or your mother.

No words could describe how much you had waited for this day, for college was your ticket to a free and happy life. You were excited, even though you would be two years ahead of probably all your fellow mates.

It was another one of your father’s decision – which you never really regretted – for you to get a two year break after your school ended, just so he could get you trained for ‘self defence purposes’. You were initially amused, but once you knew that he was dead serious about it, you gave in, giving it your all.

Here you were, after two years, probably going to be late because of how much time you had spent just thinking what all had happened.

You ran to the main building to check what classroom you were supposed to report to. There wouldn’t really be any schedule, you knew, for it was just your first day.

As you had expected, you were a little late, not by the time actually, but seeing how the class was fully packed and all the seats were taken, you figured that the students came earlier on their first day, unlike you.

You tried to search for a place to sit, and luckily there was one empty seat beside a boy in the second last row. Once you were seated, you looked at the one sitting by your side, and he immediately turned his eyes to you. By looks, it seemed like he was older than you, taking that he was literally dressed in a shirt and trousers instead of jeans like every other person present. But then he suddenly smiled that rectangular smile of his that made him look so much younger, almost as old as a teenage boy.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung,” he introduced and beamed at you, waving his hand all so slightly at you.

“Um...hi, I’m Y-Sohyun! Jung Sohyun,” you quickly corrected yourself, and mentally cursed yourself for making a blunder on the very first day. That was right; you weren’t Y/N anymore, well for at least your stay in college. You were Jung Sohyun, a name that your father chose for you for safety purposes.

Sometimes you wondered if these safety measures were really necessary, but then you knew quite well that your father didn’t have the best occupation. With the way he had always kept you and your mother away from business, the way you knew just little near to nothing what your father made the deals about in all those meetings, you were more than sure that his business was shady, too dark to be told.

“Ah, I have a hyung w-well, never mind.” He was so cheery when he had started, but then it looked like he was reminded of something and stopped immediately and instead changed the subject. “Where are you from?”

“Me, here only,” you lied with a smile, for safety purposes, remember?

He didn’t get a chance to ask another question, for then the teacher was arriving and everyone was standing up and bowing to greet him. He introduced you about the college, rules and regulations and gave you your schedule for the coming weeks.

With just some introductions and talking a little to Taehyung, the day was coming to an end and it definitely went better than you had imagined. You always thought that talking to people would be difficult for you, since you never really had any experience with someone you could call friend, but it was as if all of Taehyung’s radiant energy was being transferred to you and you were able to be somewhere near friends with someone for once.

When you reached home, the first thing you did was to call your father, as he had asked you to do every day after you come back home, but he never mentioned if it was for safety purpose as well.

“How did things go?” he asked as soon as he picked your call, giving – rather wasting – no time to greetings. You knew that you and your father had never been what one would call close, but he could have at least greeted you.

“Alright, nothing special,” you replied, filling him on the details of the day.

The next days you were more than relieved to know a person you could grab a seat beside.

“Hey,” you greeted Taehyung as you settled in your seat, trying your hardest to sound calm and normal; initiating conversations had never been your thing. What happened next took you by surprise. He only spared you a glance, without a word before he went back to whatever he was doing with his pen.

Was he the same boy you had met just yesterday? He was acting cold, and he seemed just... different. You didn’t utter a word to him for that lecture, and the next one, and not even in the next two days, and neither did he.

Though you wanted to be away from him for treating you the way he did, and was doing, you couldn’t quite settle on the thought of switching seats. It made your heart pump blood at a higher rate. It was the third day when you reluctantly sat beside him, for another day without a word.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and your head instantly turned to his direction.

You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. You turned your head away after sparing him just a single glance – now making you two even – annoyed at how he was able to change personalities so quickly.

“I was just in a bad mood. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk.” Seriously? You were angry now. Was he really mistreating you and then saying he was completely alright with you not talking to him.

You turned to look at him, “Being in a bad mood doesn’t give you the right to mistreat me,” you said through gritted teeth.

“First, I did say that I’m sorry. Second, I didn’t really mistreat you, I just simply didn’t talk,” he said with a nonchalant shrug, and you realised he was somewhat correct. Seeing how he was going that careless about you, you knew you would have to give in first. You couldn’t lose him, after all.

“Fine, it’s okay. But don’t take it out on me next time,” you complained.

“You should be thankful I didn’t actually take it out on you,” he gave you a tight lipped smile, as if trying to make you understand his point without coming off too rude.

Was he the same childish person? He seemed more like a boy who knew too much, who had his way with words, and who just didn’t take things for what they were not, a grown up boy at that.

You only stared at him in response and let the conversation die there. You did not want to argue further, for obvious reasons: he was right.

The rest of the day was normal, with you two sharing occasional conversations about each other’s whereabouts and with you being extra careful of what you were saying. You got to know he lived not so far from your college, with his family.

You followed your daily routine of calling your father the first thing after reaching home. Though you weren’t really sure if Taehyung was the person you should be talking about with your father, you found yourself telling everything you had known about him. It wouldn’t really do any harm, would it?

The time was passing considerably smooth with Taehyung. You two were getting close, and you finally figured that Taehyung carried a lot of personalities inside him, the mature one, the childish one, the cocky one, the cruel one, the cold one and the list was endless. You were slowly learning to deal with his different sides, occasionally leaving him alone to deal with himself when the situation demanded.

Your father was being constantly updated about you, your college life and also your best friend, Taehyung. He would occasionally warn you to not to dwell in him and his life too much, and focus on your work. But you always found yourself forgetting about his warnings when you were with him.

It was a normal day at college, well, maybe, not so normal with the recent news of robbery of a nearby bank for a huge sum of money floating around the campus. The news channels were warning everyone to stay home after sunset because the robbery was supposedly committed by a mafia gang, and people belonging to such gangs weren’t so nice if they find you alone.

You wouldn’t lie to the fact that you were scared of walking home alone that evening, no matter how much trained for self defence you were. If they were really a mafia they’d take you down easily. So you thought that maybe Taehyung could help you? You decided to ask him once the class was over. It was the last lecture, and he wouldn’t really turn you down, you thought.

“Taehyung,” you called his name while you two were walking side by side to the front gate. “Can I ask you for a favour?” you asked him, a bit nervous for some reason.

“Yes?” he raised both his eyebrows.

“Can you, maybe, walk me home today?” you asked him and he immediately stopped in his tracks.

“Umm...Why?” he asked.

“Well, you know that robbery and the news...” you stopped midsentence, because now you were more than sure he was going to refuse.

“I’m sorry, Sohyun, but I have to turn up somewhere early today evening. It isn’t all that dangerous, I suppose. Just walk fast and straight ahead, and maybe you can call me if something’s wrong.” As if! Why was he giving you stupid suggestions? Besides that, his house was in the way and on the same road you took for yours, he could have at least walked you till there and then maybe you would have managed the rest of the way alone; but never mind, not that you were going to ask him again.

“That’s okay, I’ll manage,” you said with a not so genuine smile and started making your way towards the iron gates and your house.

You kept walking, and thought about how you could at least throw some kicks and punches here and there if the situation arrived and then make a run for it. But the need never rose. You were safely home with your especially long strides.

The next day, Taehyung didn’t even ask you if you had been home safely. Sure you were in one piece and looked completely fine but the boy could have at least asked.

Maybe it was the unaccepted embarrassment of being turned down the previous day or if was because he didn’t even care to ask, you were bubbling up with what you figured was anger. You knew it shouldn’t bother you, but your nerves refused to settle. Maybe that was the reason behind what happened next.

You were walking to your next class in quick strides with Taehyung following behind you when a guy’s shoulder bumped into you oh so hard.

“Fuck!” you hissed as a painful vibration travelled through your shoulder to your limbs. And then you were turning around at the speed of light and holding the guy by the collar before he could walk too far.

“Next time, watch while you walk!” you spat, kneeing him in the groin. He was immediately wincing in pain as he bowed down and cupped his hands over it.

Before any more of a scene could be created, you resumed your walk towards your classroom, completely unaware of the wide eyed Taehyung that was trailing behind you like a lost puppy, staring at the back of your head in utter shock.

He composed himself before he let out the next words.

“I don’t understand why you needed me to walk you yesterday,” his voice came out smaller than he had expected.

You stopped to turn around and look at him for any signs of mischief. There were none, though.

“What do you want to say?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I mean, you seem capable enough to handle things on your own.” He scratched the back of his neck as he said that. You only smirked at him before crossing the corridor and entering the class.

Taehyung, though he wouldn’t admit to you, couldn’t help but be intrigued with that side of yours. That was completely different than the almost helpless one he had seen the day before when you had asked him to walk you home, or the girly one when you talked to him every day, and he surely wouldn’t mind seeing it more often.

Days were passing way fast for your comfort, and soon, your semester exams were approaching. You didn’t want to study, but you didn’t want to fail either. So you and Taehyung had decided to study together after college. You didn’t want to invite him to your place, unsure of how your father would react to it, and according to Taehyung, his family was not so comfortable with having a girl over. The two of you had finally decided that the college cafeteria would be the best place, since it was open even after college hours.

Just two weeks were left to examination, and you and Taehyung were just trying to gobble up every chapter as fast as you could.

You were beyond frustrated because of a particular math problem that just seemed out of your hands. You weren’t even able to move a variable, let alone solve it. Taehyung wasn’t really helping either, with the tantrums he threw time and again about not feeling like studying, and that you should probably call it a day.

“You need to study to pass the exams, Taehyung,” you scolded him lightly, but seriously enough to try and bring his attention back to the problem.

“I’m not here to study these problems and pass some stupid exams,” he shrugged, and you looked at him, convinced that it was just another tantrum of his, but then the look on his face was saying something completely different.

“What are you here for then?” you folded your arms over your chest, expecting a playful reply from him, but with the way he hesitated his words, you were confused.

Before Taehyung could think twice, his eager mouth was already spilling out words he probably shouldn’t have said.

“I might be...well, looking for someone,” he shrugged, and then, again, his signature smirk was playing on his lips.

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