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hi! how have u been? i miss ur little updates

I miss them too. Idk where my ability to create disappears sometimes

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im back on Tumblr so i decided to check on my fav accs right away and ofc ur top of my list omg i feel like so much has happened since my last ask. anw, i saw ur recent updates, how have u been? i hope ur doing better now. take care always! 🧡

(will most likely reread one of ur fics now bc ive missed reading good stuff on this app)

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You’re too kind to me😭

Seeing this after coming back to tumblr after months was true love. I hope you always have a good day

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How are you doing? I hope everythings going well for you! 🤍

Hi I’m back😭

I have these phases where I think I have lost my touch and dont feel good enough. So I just need to let writing go for a while to feel myself beyond the weight of productivity.

How are youuu

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hbd to agent jeong jaehyun <33

Omg IT IS

Happy Birthday to the most difficult character I've written 😭

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would u indulge us with a lil teaser from an update ur working on? 👀🤲

So I wasn't sure if I should post this because idk if I'll finish it, it's mostly just a worldbuilding experiment. I was writing this to work on this world so it's just a bunch of scenes with no continuity. That being said, this is the thing I have written the most in the past few months so this will have to do.

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Summary: "This better be good." (Y/N) sighed into her coffee cup, less from sleep and more because of how awful the station's coffee machine was. "You've called me in exactly 8 hours into the one day I took off in two months."

"Two officers on night duty picked up a suspect near the meatpacking factory. I thought you would like to interview the potential suspect. Since this is your case." Kun shrugged, his holster rattling at the movement.

Warnings: Excessive exposition, no payoff

Word Count: 1666

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When her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, there was a small shake in them. Her knuckles tightened in an effort to hide it, flexing just to be sure.

She spoke the moment the interrogation room door pushed open, “Your lawyer wanted me to ask you if you still don’t want him in here.” Talking to the floor, she turned to shut the thing behind her. A good enough start, she told herself.

“I apologise for his persistence. I asked him to leave but he is wary of his job.”

“It would be unfortunate to lose a client like you, I assume.” Kun spoke with his signature interrogation voice, impassive but with an edge of sympathy. The man laughed as she turned to face the room. Despite preparing herself this entire detour to meet his gaze head on, she lost her nerve and looked to Kun for some reassurance. He caught on, turning and giving her a pursed smile.

“Mr. Suh was just telling me about why he was in the area this late in the night.” Kun pointed at his pad, letting her know that he’d been taking his statement.

“I am looking to buy two of the five abandoned factories in the district. I was just scouting the area to assess my options.” He spoke slowly, his gaze dragging away from Kun in a leisurely stride before landing on her.

“At two in the morning?” She asked, the solid question giving her the confidence to finally meet his gaze.

“I’m a busy man.” He answered with laidback ease. Like he was having a dinner table conversation instead of being suspected for murder.

“And what do busy men like you do that require you loitering on private property at questionable hours?” She asked the question in her mind.

In response, his lips lifted in an amused smirk.

“She’s new here.” Kun spoke with an awkward weight on his tongue. The man seemed amused by the information, giving her a questioning look as Kun turned, “Johnny Suh is the sole owner of the Miti Conglomerates, the largest transportation service this far out on the edge of the known universe.”

“Well, on Xohorat I am mostly the owner of the only hotel on the planet. I am sure you had to stay there since you are new here.” He asked her, visible humour illuminating his eyes.

She did have to stay in that hotel, almost a year ago— when she was actually new to the planet. The most luxurious stay at the end of the universe. That is what the fliers over town and her transfer officer had informed her. In reality the room she could afford was the equivalent of an airport hotel way out on the opposite side of the universe. Her home. Not bad but more practical than luxury. It also hosted an interesting bar. All of this, of course, Johnny Suh already knew.

"Where were you on the twenty-fifth evening?" She asked him, fixing a discerning eye squarely on him.

"In my office. Working. I can provide the surveillance footage by tomorrow if that will help your investigation."

Overeager. She deduced, still keeping her eyes on his every movement. Despite the words, his body language was completely disarmed. There was no nervous shifting, no restless tapping, not even a frown.

"Did you ever have an association with a Mr. Pilem?" She pretended to look for the name in the file.

"I've never heard that name in my life." He answered after a pause to consider it. Perfectly orchestrated or the truth, she deduced. Those were the only two options she had.

"He was fairly well off. I'm sure on a planet as small as Xohorat, your circles might have overlapped?"

"Your partner told me he is a legislative clown,” He dragged his gaze from him to her, fixing her in place, “I don't mix with reformists."

"We are all reformists in this universe, Mr Suh." Kun chimed in, sounding rather serious.

"So you're a factionist?" She moved on, "Any animosity towards the government? Is that why you live this far out?"

"You live here too. What are your allegiances?" He pointed a finger at her. Despite the jest in his tone, he seemed to want an answer, "I am a man of business. Xohorat is a cheap hub for storing ships. The people of this colony are born engineers. My ships are the best in the galaxy at the fraction of the cost of the ones stored on moons closer to the reformer capital.” He sat back.

"The centre of the universe." Kun corrected him. That is what the capital was, after all. (Y/N) really had to curb the urge to tell Kun to drop it.

The words made the man look at Kun, his scoff that of pity, "The universe is the largest thing to exist. It's ceaseless pride that makes us think that we've discovered the centre of it."

Kun, she noted, looked momentarily taken aback. In his entire life, no one had said those words out loud to him. So obvious when spoken but never questioned. The outer planets were quite religious, she'd been surprised to learn. This far away from the influence of the capital, the laws were bleak. Her being here alone was a laughable matter, as she had learned pretty early into the job. Cops here only patrolled in cars and caught petty thieves. Detectives were simply government sanctioned employees chosen by the federal state. It was an illusion of order to keep up the illusion of empire this far.

Yet the reformist religion was stronger here than it was amongst the capital elite. Growing up, it had looked to her like people merely followed the tenets of the religion as a social obligation. For reformers, Wednesday evenings were for breaking fast with the community, a religious practice that made the community come together in the middle of the week to remember the gift of prophecy. The one that led the first explorers to the very centre of the universe. In the capital, the centre of the prophecies, Wednesday was a weekly dinner party to negotiate the happenings of government.

But here in the fringes of the capital's grasp, the religion was followed in the strictest ways. Here they still worshipped the original sun. The source of all energy that allowed the universe to be what it is today— inhabited by human beings. It was as if the world here had not moved past the exploration age, stuck in the beliefs that stopped the space farers from going insane on their long, tireless journeys to reach here.

If Kun had anything to say, he must have swallowed it. Instead, getting out of his chair.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Suh?" He asked him, getting a nod in response. When Kun looked at her, she shook her head.

"Some water." She told him.

She followed Kun's retreating frame, so aware of the other pair of eyes on her that, for a moment, she felt like the one under scrutiny. The halogen bulb above them buzzed obnoxiously, filling the room with a sound that resembled the one in her head.

"An odd place for a factionist." She said out loud, aware by now that Kun had taken his place behind the glass in the small room right down this one. Watching as she did her thing.

"Where are you from, Detective (Y/L/N)?" He questioned, splaying his hand across the table and landing close to hers.

"Way out in the western reaches." She thought of the place she was born, balmy all year round.

The man, Johnny Suh, hummed, "Nice place?" He inquired.

"It can be. Why are you trying to buy abandoned factories on the bad side of town?"

"It is no more a bad side than this is the good. These are just some people looking for jobs."

She stared at the man, perhaps trying to reconstruct him from memory.

"And what about this murder that took place in the area?" She asked point blank.

"It didn't happen on any of my properties. Present or future. I simply assume it comes with the territory. It can be rough to live in that much poverty."

All his answers were deliberately diverted. Her brain itched in unreachable corners. Everything seemed okay but something seemed not. Something did not feel right.

"These murders were all people who did not belong to that side of town. People who would not usually be there." She explained.

"Rich people?" He sounded amused.

"Reformists. The important kind." She frowned, "In the past few months, enough have turned out dead in those parts that it would be concerning to anybody. Even those with a knack for philanthropy."

Johnny's lips twitched, and she had to sit up straight. Despite having seen the man naked, she remembered with a current of warmth sliding down her spine, she only now realised that she'd never seen him smile.

"I'm afraid I was just minding my own business. You can send someone to take a look at the tapes, I can't hand them to you as it's against company policy. Beyond that I can let you know if I hear something. I hope that's all?"

She stared at him, the strings at the back of her mind tugging but being unable to find any visible suspicion to act on.

"It must feel nice, though." She caved and asked the question raking her mind, "As a factionist, watching them all found dead. The chief planet advisor, the official notary's son, the Sol Pastor. All essential members of reformist society. All important contributors to the southern edge system."

"My condolences to them and their family." He didn't sound apologetic, “But I am not a facionist, merely someone who thinks.” She wanted to scoff at the jab, knowing Kun heard him loud and clear. Out of everything he said today though, this one she was sure was a lie.

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binge watched mr & mrs smith (the series) and i can confidently say it's right up ur alley!

Okay, taking your word on this and giving it a shot. I'll brb

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Im just feeling a certain way rn

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it's 2024 and all i'n thinking about is the continuation of the fox and the hen and the fox and the dog , pls make it a short series pls TT

Oh wow 😭

Okay I didn't think anybody except me wanted another chapter of that. This changes everything. You got it girl

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hiii finally finished reading Chance Encounter!!! (took awhile bc ive been preoccupied with uni lately) anywayss the way the oc's in ur fics keep finding themselves in crazy situationships omg! i just cant get enough of the way you write tension and yearning so muuuch its so subtle yet very in-your-face too? like, ugh! chefs kiss! i just love stubborn characters getting stuck in so much drama🫶 i love johnny's character here too omggg suit n tie johnny is such a hall-of-famer, he just fits that boss image so well (i think its the height lol) overall, its a 10/10 fic real kaepop-trash classic!! -🐻

Putting difficult people in even more difficult situations is the best way to write if you don't make outlines or plan your stories. You make a strong personality and then put them in a weird situation and the story just writes itself.

Honestly I have a theory and a challenge for myself where I think I could feasibly make Johnny as a character work in multiple settings. It is to be seen if I succeed

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I haven’t logged on in a while but I was really sad to see that Ambition was discontinued :( thank you for writing such an incredible story. I’ve still never read anything like it

I hope you know that I love every single person who loves this fic

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pls update Notorious 🙏🥺

Writing it rn

Sorry I haven't been very active lately 😭

Ever since I had to be admitted to the hospital, I've just been in a weird place mentally. Trying to get back to writing this this exact fix actually 🫶🏼

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what a shame doctors don’t prescribe vacation to secluded seaside towns like they used to

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have you watched succession? 👀

Hell yeah! That's right up my alley

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im so sorry to heard that, i hope u get well soon 🙏💙 take care always!

Thanks! I will try my best

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Get well soon!

I did! Thanks for the wishes 😊

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Whats ur opinion so far on Andor (series)? I love Rogue One (probably my fav star wars movie idk im not a hardcore fan 😭) but I like to gather other ppl's thoughts on a show sometimes before i dive in. I hope you're recovering well now btw, sending hugs! -🐻

It's simply an excellent story. Very well written and even we'll executed. The only fault you can find with it is that it starts slow. I really recommend just going for it without finding out much about it. As someone also not into star wars all that much, I watched it on a whim and it was the best decision I made. One of the best shows I watched last year.

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hi just wanna check in on u, i hope ur doing ok imy

I'm okay 😭

Just in the hospital because I have dengue.