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Hiatus note; March, possibly mid- April.

I've been working double as hard and took no days off these past weeks, I'm finally getting to take a ten hour road trip to visit my boyfriend in Oregon. I'm very focused on finishing the class work I need to, and earning the money I need to make my trip possible which is on March 20th. All my replies will be answered once I get back in April, they're drafted and I promise I'm not dropping them. Hopefully you can be patient with me, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thank you.

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                                                     Here it comes. My inevitable death,                                                 ignoring me all those years when I wished                                                  for it daily, arriving only after I’ve decided                                                                 I want to live forever.

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Hiro left the safety of his penthouse to go and find a business that could sell quality drinks to his bar. His different colored eyes, heterochromia, catching the attention of the strangers he passed by. Winking and saying hello as he whistled. It wasn’t long till he notice the tiny male climbing into his car. It took him a split second to decied what he wanted to do and he was going to go for it. A soft but wicked grin grew across his face at the effort of being pushed away. “What? Did you not enjoy my response.” Hiro tilts his head to the left a bit as he stared at him with such excitement. The reaction he was getting out of him was not what he expected but it did not surprise him in any way. Truly he didn’t really need the car, he was just bored and Taekwoon seemed to be just the right person that he could push to the edge and bother the poor soul. A soft chuckle leaving his plump lips as he closed the space in between him. “I’m bored can I play with you for a bit?” He asked even though he wasn’t really asking. 

   They were fairly strange, Taekwoon couldn’t exactly explain the way he currently felt either. Nervous? Possibly anxious, or turned on in a very strange way? The other seemed to hold no fear whatsoever, not even with a weapon pulled on them. It made the agent curious, overall. He swallowed, his gun unwavering while he responded to the other. “Depending on what you consider ‘play’.” Cheekbones that were usually fair now held a faint red tint, to the males dismay. He dealt with suspects far more intimidating than the other, yet the profiler was fairly uncomfortable. Most likely due to the fact that they had advanced on him. He wasn’t used to it.

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*+:。.。❛ Y-ʏᴇᴀʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴛ ❜ He stutters as he tries to cover his tracks. A lot of people have mom problems, and a lot of people’s moms leave, but not everyones mother is Aphrodite, and so the scene probably looks a little weird. He tries to brush it off and pass it off just as a quirky statement. He’s a quirky guy so he thinks he can pass it off. ❛ I never liked her. You know, to be l o v e d and a d o r e d by everyone and to be so beautiful. It’s not possible. ❜ He rolls his eyes and tosses his hair a little bit, because even if he’s her child he knows he’s still human and human’s aren’t loved by all. There will always be someone who hates you and that’s that. 

   Such a sassy thing they were, a quite cute face with some underlying attitude; Taekwoon had a knack for it. “That’s true, it’s not. Though what matters is that the people you surround yourself with, genuinely love and adore you. For who you are, not your pretty face.” Tae gestured a hand towards the painting, before looking down to the younger once again. “But it is a nice feature, when you’re not trying to roll your eyes out of your head.” It wasn’t hard to tell, they seemed to have certain issues and harsh opinions when it came to self awareness and beauty. So the elder would be light with it, keeping to jokes and slight sarcasm. Hurting the younger would only hurt him. Taekwoon often reminded himself of this.

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         he wasn’t angry, but he certainly was annoyed. all his brother had to do was ensure that any evidence that could lead to mishu was taken care of. the fact that ren couldn’t do such a thing explained why mishu was currently handcuffed and waiting for whatever it was these officers and authoritative figures wanted to do with him. a heavy sigh slips from his lips as his gaze averted else where. mishu would deny and deny deny anything and everything that would be asked of him, he’d been doing it from the jump. they didn’t have much on him aside from an object that was left behind with his fingerprints which truthfully, there was no real way to convict him. it could have been left there because he was visiting a few friends - not because he’d actually taken them out one by one over a span of two months.

           mishu doesn’t bother to glance up at the door once it’s opened. his eyes are trained on his hands, peeling at some skin that was chipping away near his nails. mishu wasn’t concerned, he had nothing to be fearful of. if anything did go wrong, he’d ensure junhoo would come and play his little mind game. compel everyone to believe some lie and let him go. as the man begins to speak, mishu lazily glances upwards. it’s not until their eyes lock and the man becomes silent that mishu purses his lips. head tilting to the side a bit in curiosity - why did he suddenly stop. why did he look at me that way - why won’t he look at me now? a frown settles on his face, but he says nothing. this man looks familiar … it takes a moment, before a soft scoff is falling from his lips and mishu slouches in his seat a bit. 

   To say the least, the atmosphere was awkward. Tae was uncomfortable looking in the direction of the other. The one time he’d actually used his time off it came back to bite him almost immediately; he slowly thumbed over his file, though he couldn’t exactly focus on reading it over again. To his knowledge, fingerprints belonging to the suspect were found not only at the scene but also on a blunt object; possible weapon. 

He swallowed, mustering up the courage to speak. And possibly if he ignored the tiny fact that he knew the male things would be easier. “You know your rights, I’ll skip that.” Taekwoon flipped a page in the others files, removing several crime scene photos to place them out on the table before the other. “Your prints are not only on this weapon but multiple fragments of clothing we’ve collected.” It was obvious, the profiler was nervous; dreading each moment he stayed in the room. Which felt awfully small at the moment. 

He knew better, you weren’t to mix work with personal life. Due to the fact of bias, and now Taekwoon was fully understanding it. There was questions he wanted to ask, like what the fuck were they doing. Were they actually killing people? Did he like Taekwoon in the slightest bit? He paused, slowly pulling his palm away from the photos. “Is there anyone who can recount where you’ve been the past three weeks?”

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Chin-Hae had been watching the stranger for a while now, his head tilting from side to side in silence. Well, that was until he finally decided to speak up. “You know, mister, you’d look real pretty with a scar are two…” 

Sure he’d heard them speak, but it took him moments before he actually understood them. Taekwoon furrowed his brows, looking up from his phone in search of the person who’d spoken. “Who’s to say I don’t already have some?” 

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Hae looked where he was pointing before sitting down across from the male, clearing his throat. he didn’t understand why the other was doing his for him and it confused him more than anything.

“a-are you sure? i mean all i did was return your wallet back to you.” he cleared his throat and shook his head “no…most of my food goes to my little brother and sister..” he shrugged his shoulders “I don’t mind though, I’m used to not eating.” hearing the others words his eyes went wide, his heart pounding “I-I didn’t I….I’m sorry…” he whispered and looked down at his hands. 

   “There’s nothing to be sorry for, just keep it in mind. That not all cops are forgiving, we go through a lot.” It pained him, seeing the weakness and overall timidity in the younger. Taekwoon paused, reaching to remove his wallet and pay for his own coffee before he thanked the waitress and stood from his seat. “Returning a wallet is a good deed in my eyes, people learn the best when being rewarded with praise after doing something good. In my opinion.” 

The profiler gestured a palm, wanting them to follow him out of the cafe. “That’s not good, you need food to stay healthy and strong. But I’m glad you look out for your siblings, I don’t have any.” Tae just wanted to help, he never really went out of his way to do so for others so once and a while couldn’t hurt right? “Let’s pick out somewhere to eat, and then I say we go shopping for some groceries. You know what your siblings like to eat right?”

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something bunni wasn’t was someone that slept in. while he was a hard sleeper, sleeping in later than 8AM was unusual, so it wasn’t unusual for the nineteen year old to be up at 7:15AM scrambling around the others kitchen for some pots and pans to make them both breakfast. one because he was hungry - two because he thought that maybe this would be a good way to get taekwoon to like him. he’d been curled up in the others bed, iphone close to his face as he watched various different cooking videos on youtube; before getting the courage to crawl from out of the warm blankets, allow his bare feet to touch the cool floor and head to the kitchen.

he’s looking for the skillet, when suddenly while pulling the pan out, a few others fall along with it, bunni cringing at the sound and the sudden footsteps, and the emotions of confusion and slight irritation radiating as taekwoon got closer and closer. swallowing he glances up and smiles a bit before blinking, “it’s –” his eyes glance towards the microwave, “7:36 and i was going to surprise you so i can’t tell you what i’m makin’” a very boyish smile plays on his lips. a soft blush coming across his cheeks, “sorry for the noise - i was trying to get this,” he picks up the skillet, “but all these fell out too … you should really organize your pots better …” 

   Honestly, he genuinely debated keeping the boy locked up somewhere so he couldn’t touch anything and definitely couldn’t make a mess. For someone whos life was constantly scattered about he did like to keep things in order. Taekwoon sighed, bringing a palm up to rub at his eyes and push the stray strands of hair from his sight. “I don’t use them often, there’s no reason to organize them.” Lazily, the agent leaned over and began to gather up the various pots and pans that had been scattered on the floor, due to the younger. 

It was kinda thoughtful he supposed, them trying to cook for him while he rested. It brought a faint grin to the elders lips, but it quickly faded once he stood back up, tucking the items back into the cabinet they’d came from, just as sloppy as before. “Do you know what you’re doing?” He questioned, arms slowly crossing over his chest in a habitual manner while his hip came to rest against the counter beside his stove.

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       ➘  Jung Taekwoon | 27 | Behavioral analysis agent for the Federal bureau of investigation. 

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         She was sure her lie was was fool proof – yet he was questioning her. Her face scrunched up, lips pursing, and she was quick keep her gaze on her feet propped up on the coffee table. Sure, could she be honest with him? Yeah – just not THIS time. “What would I need to lie to you for?” To keep a nasty secret, that’s what for. Hailey glanced up at him – a huge mistake, it was so hard to lie straight to someone’s face. Nevertheless, she provided a forced smile. “Really,” her smile broke for the tiniest moment when she heard her phone chime. “Those coffee addicted people can be really vicious.” 

   That question, people lied all the time for various reasons and Taekwoon knew that. But, he didn’t want to pester her. Clearly she was stressed, possibly out of it. The elder nodded faintly, before leaning over to hold out his pinky towards the female. A twenty-seven year old male who still considered pinky promises to be relevant. If there was one thing he was positive, it was that in time if he allowed her the space and thought, she’d possibly open up to him. And he’d be willing to wait. “Alright, I’ll take your word. But you have to promise.” A smile, his finger wiggling at the other in a quite childish manner. “Hey now, I happen to be one of them. Don’t roast me like that.”

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ᴏᴘᴇɴ | ᴍ:ꜰ | ᴘʟᴏᴛ: ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ. sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ sᴏʀᴛᴀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. + ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴏʀᴛᴀ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

   For once in far too long, Taekwoon had managed to fall asleep. His long limbs curled up on the comfort of his living room couch, knees were pressed to his chest with arms wrapped around them to keep close. And somehow, there was a blanket draped over him. Most likely from his current roommate.

A peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted at the sound of a loud crash, the sound of pots and pans tumbling onto the linoleum of his kitchen. Within the second it happened the male was up, tossing the blanket elsewhere while he scrambled to grab his 9mm off of the couch-side table and stumble his way into the kitchen. Only to be greeted with a sheepish smile and his cooking wear scattered on the floor. An exhale, he holstered his weapon realizing there was no threat, just an extremely clumsy human being occupying his kitchen. “Fucking.. what time is it? What the hell are you trying to make?”

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&. JEALOUSY SENTENCE STARTERS.

— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;

“i’m not stupid. who was s/he?”

“they keep looking at you…”

“i’m not jealous. fuck off.”

“why don’t you ask him/her instead?”

“i can see that s/he is into you.”

“stop flirting with him/her.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“i’m literally right here, babe.”

“you smile like that because you know you’ll get attention.”

“i didn’t come here to watch you flirt with other people.”

“what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“so i’m not allowed to be upset that s/he were hanging all over you?”

“it’s not funny.”

“i don’t fucking care. you’re supposed to be mine.”

“tell them to stop touching you.”

“i saw the way you looked at him/her.”

“well when you say it like that, it does sound crazy.”

“i have nothing to be jealous of.”

“you were staring at his/her ass.”

— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ - ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;

“do you not trust me?”

“i’m not flirting with anyone.”

“don’t do this here. you’re making a scene.”

“baby, look at me.”

“i didn’t even notice s/he was there!”

“you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“s/he’s just a friend.”

“you’re so cute.”

“no one is flirting with anyone.”

“you’re overreacting.”

“please tell me that you’re not serious.”

“you’re not even making any sense.”

“i’m yours. you know i’m yours.”

“what? i wasn’t looking anywhere!”

“that’s just the way i talk, actually.”

“i only have eyes for you.”

“be logical for once, oh my god.”

“you know i’m not doing it on purpose.”

“you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

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ᴏᴘᴇɴ | ᴍ:ꜰ | ᴘʟᴏᴛ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏʙ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀʀ, sᴏ ɪ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɢᴜɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀʀᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰʟᴜsᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ. 

   Late nights and early mornings, he had the absolute worst sleep schedule because of his job and it really made him dread going home at times. He knew he’d only be there for a couple hours before he was being called back to the bureau. Taekwoon’s eyes were hooded, he was exhausted and couldn’t wait to get upstairs to his rather large bed. He shut off his cars engine, exhaling deeply before he gathered the energy to remove his seat-belt and open up his door while simultaneously stepping out of the vehicle. Along with a wave of cold brisk air he was greeted with a have push, knocking his spine into the car door he’d only just closed after standing. His reaction was quick, his right hand removing his gun from its holder and the barrel being pressed to the muggers forehead. Taekwoon felt their blade pressed snugly to his abdomen. 

“Which one do you think is more fatal? A knife to my gut or a bullet travelling over a thousand feet a second to your pre frontal cortex?” The male was breathing heavily, keeping his eyes trained on the stranger, waiting patiently for a reaction. Though, the one he’d gotten was rather odd. Of all the things he’d encountered in his line of work, he’d never seen this. Taekwoon sucked in a breath, holding it while he watched the other obscenely lick his gun. It made his stomach jump, yet his hand was steady and he didn’t plan to move until the stranger backed off but it didn’t seem to be the case. “What are you thinking?”

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         “I’m serious, nothing is WRONG.” They had most definitely caught her – tear stained cheeks, and makeup smudged all over her face. The last thing she wanted to do, was spill her dark secrets to someone. Absolutely NO ONE needed to know what down in that foster home for years on end. Sure, he ( whose name she still couldn’t bring herself to say ) had found her again – sending rather ugly messages her way, on the daily. Hailey chose to ignore it – just like how she was choosing to ignore giving them the truth. “I had a bad day at work, we were understaffed, and every customer had an attitude.” A lie !!! but a believable lie. 

   It was literally his job to be able to see into people in depth, though he did his best not to use his traits on his friends; in the past he’s learned that it can bother some. But in all honesty he was just worried, genuinely upset that she was to distressed. Taekwoon folded his hands together, exhaling softly before he spoke. “I’m almost positive that some obnoxious customers wouldn’t do this to you.” A warming smile was given, hoping the female would ease up with him; he only wanted to help. “Are you sure that’s it? You can be honest with me, you know..”

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Hae knew it was risky to pick pocket other people but he needed the money. When he realized the guy he stole from was a cop he panicked, he knew the male would find out it was him and then he’d go to jail and his younger sister would be put in the foster system – he couldn’t have that, so he lied. he was used to lying, so the lie rolled straight off his tongue. “yes, sir. I walked by and saw it on the ground behind you, guessing it was yours.” hae tilted his head slightly and gave him an innocent smile, hoping he would fall for the lie. hearing the other words from come out of his mouth he froze, not really knowing what to say. “i uh – a drink and a snack..?” he whispered, confused. 

   Taekwoon smiled while he repeated himself, pointing his index finger towards the menu hanging across from them just above the cashiers station. “A drink, and a snack. Sit down.” It was firm, but he held no anger nor malice towards the younger. He wasn’t always the best person, shit he was a cop with far too many bad habits so he really held no right to judge the younger. 

“It’s my treat, so, don’t worry about returning any favors. Have you eaten yet today?” He only questioned due to the mere fact that he hadn’t actually eaten a proper meal yet, and wouldn't mind taking the other with him to go get one. He spoke softly, leaning forward onto the table while doing so. “Stealing is wrong, but, I get it. You’re not in trouble.”