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Lukewarm coffee that has begun the not so slow shift toward tepid isn’t Seungyoun’s favorite beverage by any means of the word. Coffee is best when hot, and blended or iced on a hot day is just a step below that in terms of excellence. So reasonably, anything in between, like the coffee left to cool on Daehyeon’s desk while he’s run through his paces and forced to sit in some meeting or another, falls short of expectations.

And it’s not even /good/ coffee, either, Seungyoun surmises as he takes another sip, idly continuing his chain of paperclips. It’s no wonder that Seungyoun finds it so easy to talk circles around the officers in this precinct, if their coffee is so terrible.

The paperclip daisy chain is over twenty clips long and Seungyoun is running out of clips to add, having had to hunt for them in the warzone of Daehyeon’s desk, when the man himself returns, expression mulish and stormy.

Objectively, Jang Daehyeon is an attractive man. Sharp jawline, angular eyes, lips just plump enough to look good both in a pout and a smile – not that Seungyoun sees that smile very often. He’s pretty, but also handsome, attractive in a way that might call for a second glance if you pass him on the street, enough to be a model or even an idol if the world had been different. He looks sharp in his vest and dress shirt, crisp, more like a man preparing to go to a nice dinner than a detective. Seungyoun itches, as he often does, to see him rumpled and less than his best, but he has yet to arrive early enough see Daehyeon before his morning coffee. And Seungyoun rarely stays past midafternoon; he always has somewhere else to be, something else to do.

And, quite frankly, his late nights are his own and belong to the streets of the city and the wind on his cheeks.

Seungyoun smiles a greeting, not so much lazy as lackadaisical. “Daehyeon!” He glances between the man and the coffee, feigning confusion before his smile brightens. “I did find this coffee on your desk, but it looked like someone had abandoned it here. It wasn’t even hot any more, you know? And it seemed like such a shame, to leave it abandoned on your desk – what if someone had knocked over? Think of how messy it would be!”

He gives the detective a moment to process, just a moment to spark his frustration, before moving on. “In any case, I’ve been waiting for you!”

@Cho Seungyounᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: empty trash - loren
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　　. . . daehyeon has his fair share of headaches that linger around the office, but none of them are quite so recurrent as the headache that is Cho Seungyoun, profiler and menace extraordinaire. It's not like Daehyeon expects to see him when he approaches his desk, but the detective is also far from surprised. Seungyoun likes to appear and bring chaos in his wake, and sometimes, when he's feeling particularly uncharitable, Daehyeon wonders how someone like him is supposed to contribute positively to the order and well-being of the city and its people.

But that's usually only when Daehyeon feels like being particularly irritable.

Today might be one of those days. He's had a long day filled with meetings and progress reports that have been little more than "we haven't caught the perp yet, and we still have no solid evidence" worded in a way that was palatable for the higher ups but not for Daehyeon, who doesn't like failure.

So if he's tired, and he wants his coffee, and he's unenthused to see Seungyoun sitting at his desk, smiling like the cheshire cat with /Daehyeon's/ coffee in hand, then that should be rather understandable.

"Seungyoun," he grinds out as he approaches, "did you drink my coffee?"

(The /again/ is unspoken, but is understood.)

@Lim Jiminᵇᵉᵗᵃ Jiwoong found the man’s cockiness enduring ad he looked back into his eyes with his icy glare holding back laughing he leans slightly to look at the other a smirk on his lips as he glances down then up into the beta’s eyes “ that’s very detective but “ he saids leaning forward causing the two to be nearly against each other , feeling the tension between them he backs abit ignoring that pull he’s felt with the other man like the opposite side of a magnet..” I rather like having to keep you around otherwise this would be dull and boring don’t you think ?” He hums as he settled in his chair and tilted his head when the male moved behind him .. “ Don’t let cat get your tongue little mouse detective .” He grins looking at him before another officer enter the room telling the bets he was free to go ..” oh looks like our date it’s over how unfortunate “ Jiwoong taunts as he fixes his blazer and cuffs while he
Stood up.

@Kim Jiwoongᵇᵉᵗᵃ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: tranz - gorillaz

　　"You only wish," Jimin snarls, glaring daggers at the criminal. Even when Jiwoong stands, the detective doesn't back down. Jiwoong is taller than him, but only by a minute amount—a handful of centimeters. Jimin isn't cowed, even with the close proximity between them. He might even lean forward, storms in his eyes. "We'll see about that," he hisses back, even if he knows it's true, /to an extent/. Jiwoong's family are influential, to be sure, but they're far too cocky for their own good. There are chinks in their armor and Jimin is going to find all of them, no matter what it takes. There are lines he's unwilling to cross, but he doubts those are where Kim Jiwoong's vulnerabilities lie—or those of his family.

"If you had that much control and wanted me out of a job, you'd already have gotten rid of me." Jimin doesn't break eye contact either, still standing while Jiwoong settled himself back in the chair he'd kicked away. "Maybe you like being handcuffed all the time." His catlike eyes are narrowed when he prowls around the table, moving behind Jiwoong. "Maybe you're just... pathetic." He whispers it near the other beta's ear before he stalks away, his arms folded across his chest. "Have nothing better to do, Kim Jiwoong?"

@Lim Jiminᵇᵉᵗᵃ Unlike the man himself, Jimin’s desk is a war zone of unmitigated proportions. Loose papers litter the surface sans rhyme or reason, with paperclips scattered in a trail leading from an equally messy organizer in the corner and an eclectic assortment of pens that look to be stolen from various businesses in the city. Frankly, Seungyoun expected better of Jimin. For how lawful and tenacious Jimin is, his desk is a disaster.

But Seungyoun doesn’t mind too terribly, he decides as he pulls the paperclips forward to begin daisy chaining them together. It gives him something to do while he waits for Jimin to reappear from the paper-pushing, pen-chewing, mind-numbing meeting he’d likely been dragged into some eons ago.

Well, that, and it does give Seungyoun time to drink the coffee Jimin had so graciously left on his desk. How did that saying go -- finder’s keepers? Jimin left his coffee, so it’s only fair that Seungyoun drinks it for him. Before it gets cold, of course. It’s a noble cause to sacrifice himself for, Seungyoun thinks with a grin as he reaches to swipe the indeed lukewarm travel cup of coffee, but someone has to do it.

@Lim Jiminᵇᵉᵗᵃ Jiwoong stared at Jimin’s eyes with a taunting smirk ..” me ?” He clicks his tongue ..” you’re the one flatter me detective .” I’m starting to think , you like having me around “ he raises his brow as the other snatches his cigarette away from his hand to put it out . Getting up to his feet there was a cold proximity between them , too close for good measure . He slips his hands inside his pockets leaning forwards his gaze looks up at the camera barring witness to their banter ..” you know ..” he leans in to whisper ..” you’ll never be able to get what you want . I run this station . Just like I run the rest of the city so if you want to keep your job” he smiles in taunt ..” I would be nicer to your superior. He backs away and kicks back down on the chair his ice gaze never leaving the other’s Frankly he was having fun . The truth is that he bares secrets no one knows of how the system truly operates if you were to ask him he’d say it’s corrupted just as everything else in the city. His family runs everything from the underground markets to the mayor’s elections in the city . Did he want the knowledge no , but could he help it escape it ? Another no .

He knew it would take a few more minutes before he was released so he sat there deciding to have his banter with their never ending cat and mouse chase . No one knew him , truly knew him it was something that was barricaded with walls of ice around him . And in that sense he found himself able to protect himself .

@Kim Jiwoong 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: like the hands held tight - sf9

　　"Obsessed? Don't flatter yourself." Jimin's gaze is sharp as a knife, closer to a glare than anything. Part of him wants to strike away the arrogant smirk the other beta is wearing, but the rest of him knows what a recipe for disaster that would be. He settles for getting to his feet, his hands resting on the table as he stares down at Jiwoong. Even standing over the other man like this, it's hard for Jiwoong to claim that he's the one in the position of power. He can practically taste the satisfaction oozing from Jiwoong's pores. He already knows this will be like all the other times he's caught him—Jiwoong will go free and Jimin will be left grasping for anything to bury him with once again.

"No smoking," Jimin snaps, despite there being an ash tray on the table. He reaches out while Jiwoong is exhaling smoke and plucks the cigarette from his hand, extinguishing it in the ash tray. A move? Oh, certainly, but that's just to be expected between them.

"What, you want me to lie to you? It's never nice to see a tick attached to the underbelly of society," the other beta replies. He leans forward, the old table creaking as he puts more of his body weight on it. "It'll be nice to see you one day, and one day only, and that'll be the day I have you behind /bars/."

The day Jiwoong will be unable to do any more harm.

Maybe he is wasting his time. Maybe the mobster is right. But Jimin's not going to admit that, and he's not going to give up. "I'm going to get you one day," the officer promises lowly, his eyes filled with conviction. One day, he /will/ win this game of cat and mouse. "And you'll never get out."

@Lim Jiminᵇᵉᵗᵃ < now playing : Despicable by grandson

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A cat and mouse chase , it’s what felt like when dealing with Lim Jimin to Jiwoong . They have been chasing one another particularly6-7 years now
Sitting across the other from the interrogation table Jiwoong simply. Curls up his lips into a teasing smirk . His icy gaze looking into the annoying gaze of the others . He lived to see that gaze knowing he angered the other as much as he did , did something to the cold prince .
Narrowing his eyes upwards to gaze at the camera he smiled ..” Obsessed with me I see Lim Jimin “ tauntingly he smirks leaning forwards .” I told you “ he reaches inside his suit jacket to grab a cigarette, bringing it up to his lips. Making his eye contact with him he lights his cigarette and smokes it slouching on his chair .

Slipping his hands in his pockets he tilts his head to the side exhaling the smoke ..” I got no information to share with you , nor the interest to play your little game of chest” although sometimes he felt like the mouse in this chase there are times like this he was the cat.

King to the never ending chest game. “ you could say , it’s nice to see me detective “ he smokes and crosses his legs . Behind the veil jiwoong couldn’t really deny he liked staring into the others eyes . Even more so when he is the cause for the anger behind them .


“ you know “ he leans forwards to flicker ashes into the small ash tray on the middle of the table .” Your wasting your time.”

@Kim Jiwoong 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: blood - day6
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　　. . . jimin is tired of this same old song and dance.

Kim Jiwoong sits across from him in one of the interrogation rooms, just the two of them and Jimin's partner watching from the other side of the glass, and even though Jimin wants to believe this is the time he can drive the nail into Jiwoong's coffin, he knows he doesn't have enough of a leg to stand on.

All of his evidence is circumstantial at best—or, at least, that's the excuse Jimin's superiors will use to get him to stand down so they don't have to cross the mafia—and Jiwoong hasn't called his bluff yet, though Jimin imagines that's probably because the mafia heir gets too much of a kick out of dragging it out before he knocks down the officer's house of cards.

One day, Jimin will put him behind bars for good. Him, and then his brothers and his father, too.

But Kim Jiwoong has to go down first. He's the one Jimin has caught the most dirt on. The other Kim brothers aren't clean by any means, but Jimin hasn't been fortunate—or misfortunate—enough to stumble upon their dealings and activities. And he has a grudge against Jiwoong now, anyway, for this neverending game of cat and mouse.

Sometimes Jimin's the cat.

Sometimes he's the mouse.

Right now, he's just annoyed.

@Christopher Bangᵃˡᵖʰᵃ San had come into the break room to hide and had gotten roped into fixing the coffee machine. He sighs why did he let them convince him so easily. The sound of a familiar voice made him jump. San turns to see a face he wasn't expecting to see Chris just yet. He did as Chris told him smiling as the coffee machine worked. San waves over to the two women. He turns to Chris letting out a soft chuckle at him knocking shoulders with him.
"Hey. It has been a bit hasn't it? Nothing much. I was trying to solve something with a knife and then there was the lost inventory."
He hadn't checked in with anyone. San tried to sniff himself without drawing attention to himself. If Chris couldn't smell the other wolf he'd been with recently then maybe he didn't have to bring up the personal development.
"What about you? Aside from... the obvious..."

[ Sorry for the wait love ]

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ [] this took a hot minute phew so sorry about that, Hun!

“-ven with crutches I could still solve more cases then you.”

“I don’t think so, bud, me and Kim over there have you runnin’ for your money with solves cases.”

“Man, I don’t think that’s the flex you think it is; the only reason the two of you are even sort of close to my record is cause I was in a coma for a few months.”

“Still a smart apparently.”

“You wouldn’t be friends with me if I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah. Good to see you’re up again, Bang, we’re looking forward to you being back in the bullpen soon.”

“All in good time. Captain wants me only as part time for the next couple of weeks”

A farewell clap on the shoulder and Christopher Bang continued his hobble into the building he called his second home. Ah, the smell of stale coffee, floors that had been bleached to hell and back, fresh gunpowder mixed with the metallic twinge from atrociously old iron fixtures; it was like Christmas. Chris stood to the side of the entrance, leaning on his crutch as he breathed in the familiar scents, took in the familiar sights, feeling, for once, a little like his old self again.

He couldn’t help but grunt quietly as he made his way back into the bullpen, swearing under his breath; it had been raining all morning and his legs in particular were suffering, bones aching with what felt like growing pains, joints moving like rusted gears that hadn’t seen a drop of oil in decades. Chris’ ascent into the station wasn’t a quick one, most people wanted to stop and chat to him. For the most part, Chris was happy to oblige but the same questions got old very quick, and he was relieved to get back to his station and see friendly faces, hard at work.

Though he was looking for someone in particular..

“Jeez, I’m only gone for a little while and you guys are drowning in paperwork.” Chris greeted, the smile on his face so wide it hurt his cheeks. The commotion for his return was certainly a loud one(he had to pretend to itch his ear a fair few times to block the sounds of happy chatter), but he kept it short and sweet, promising a proper conversation when he got back, he was on a mission to find someone in particular.

“Break room? Great, I’ll see you guys later.”

Chris left his desk and made his way over to the break room; a shared space for all employees at the police station though it tended to be filled mostly with officers, as they made up most of the employment roster and had the most shift rotations.

The room was surprisingly clear of occupants, two women sitting the corner as they chatted to each other about weekend plans but the person he was looking for was currently trying to fix the espresso machine; no doubt broken once again. Most people liked to fine tune the thing, actually fix it properly, but Chris had figured out that you could hard reset the thing by pressing some buttons in the right order.

“If you press latte three times, then mocha then iced americano two times, it’ll reset itself,” Chris said, purposefully knocking shoulders with San, greeting his friend(and saviour, actually) with a smile “hey man, it’s been a minute, how are you?”

@Park Seonghwaᵇᵉᵗᵃ San went over the evidence presented to him. He took notes on the important information in the documents. He listened to Seonghwa as the other spoke and focused on filing the necessary paperwork.
"So this has never happened before? Are you sure about this?"
He wanted to make sure before he spoke on the matter further.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Seonghwa nodded to the officer, taking out the files pertaining to the order he had made. He also opened a couple of the emails and confirmations on his phone. He took a deep breath and handed them over to the officer. "Thank you." He pointed out the information about the actual order, how much there was, and when it was meant to come. There was also some correspondence between him and the wholesaler. "I want to believe that there had been some kind of issue on the other end, but I've worked with this company a few times before and they've always been very prompt and communicated well with me," he explained.

@Park Seonghwaᵇᵉᵗᵃ San looks up seeing the person sit before him. He tilts his head letting them speak. He bows to Seonghwa as the other finishing talking to him.
"Thank you for coming in Mister Park. Do you have any proof of the lost goods? I'd be more than happy to file a report with my bosses on your behave."

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Seonghwa looked around the room before spotting an officer who at least looked a little more available than the others. He walked up, taking the seat across from him and smiled sheepishly. "Hello, I'm Park Seonghwa. I'm here to report lost goods. I'm concerned that they were either stolen or got lost in transit," he explained. He wasn't entirely sure about what to do in this circumstance. He was about to speak again when he caught a whiff of the other's scent. Hm, an alpha.

@Park Seonghwaᵇᵉᵗᵃ San did as he was told by the higher ups. File this paperwork, go patrol with this detective and it seemed endless. He had expected when taking over behind the desk that he would be able to rest for just a moment however he saw the person approaching him. The very tired man approaching him with paperwork.

@Choi Sanᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Missing. Items Seonghwa had ordered in were missing. He wouldn't have cared so much or be as concerned as he was if it had been a pair of scissors, or even a chair. He was worried because he had ordered about $200 worth of fabric and it had yet to arrive. He hadn't worried too much the first couple of days after the initial arrival date, but then his order had been marked as delivered and that was not true.

He needed that fabric for his work. So as he made a couple of calls here and there, the beta made his way over to the police station. "Yes, I have checked that already. They said they sent it off without issue," he said as he walked into the building, through a couple of doorways. "No, it's alright. Thank you for your help. I'll figure it out," he said with a tired sigh as he ended the call. He rubbed his forehead as he pocketed his phone and took out the necessary files to give to the officer he would end up speaking to.