Detective Choi Jungwon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
donetective) wrote2015-04-03 05:44 pm
donetective) wrote2015-04-03 05:44 pm
Kim Yoonah
The first time they met she was sixteen, unworldly from having spent her entire life in a small town, prone to gross exaggerations, and he was the most beautiful human being she'd seen in her life.
Kim Yoonah stood with her right hand clutched over her heart as he walked down the street. They didn't have a chance to speak, she didn't even have a chance to get close to him. He walked out of the small convenient store near her house, and down the road out of her view. She'd never seen him before, and was sure he was just passing through, but she made it her goal to find him again before he left.
The second time was at a bar on the outskirts of town that she and her two friends were definitely too young to be in. Security was lax, and the owner knew her dad well enough to know if she started trouble he could call the old man up and have her ass booted out of here. She hadn't expected to actually see him ever again. Three solid days of searching for him during the day, and coming up empty handed.
Clearly she just hadn't been looking in the right places at the right times. While her friends clustered together, Yoonah shook off their outstretched hands and slid into the booth next to him, fussing with her bangs right up until the moment he turned around, where she stopped to shoot a huge smile his way.
"Hey, handsome." Her first attempt to get his attention, flirty wink and all. She felt like a moron the minute the words left her mouth, and the blank stare he gave her made her feel even dumber. After about five seconds ticked by in silence even Yoonah, with her endless confidence, was thinking about slinking back over to her friends.
She would have done it too, if not for the fact that the beautiful stranger finally gave her a real reaction, snorting (cuter than it sounds!) and smiling (this too!! even though it already sounded cute).
"Are you fucking with me right now?"
The cursing was less cute, but Yoonah's face still lit up. She might have made an ass out of herself, but at least she hadn't blown it so much that he refused to strike up a conversation.
She got to know him better after that. He figured out she wasn't old enough to be in the bar quickly, though she couldn't fathom how, she'd been wearing her most mature outfit, and styled her hair in a trendy adult way. Even knowing she was a kid, she'd managed to get out of him what general area he was staying in, and it didn't take long to track down his hotel afterward.
She'd been right too, originally he only planned to stay for a couple of weeks before moving on, but a month had already come and gone and Choi Jungwon was still here.
Choi Jungwon! His name, another thing she got out of it, and abused it almost immediately. He didn't even flinch at her sudden familiarity with him. Though her friends got tired of the constant stream of "Jungwon oppa this" and "Jungwon oppa that". She could tell just by looking at the bored, glazed over looks on their faces. But she had some much to say about them! She didn't understand why they didn't want to hear about him either. Had they seen him? The man was gorgeous!
And cute. At first she'd thought he'd seemed mysterious, even after the (completely attractive, no really) snort of laughter on their first proper meeting. He'd refused to tell her anything about himself. Even now all she could get out of him was that he used to be a detective in Seoul. He wouldn't say why he left, but Yoonah suspected some case or another had gone horribly wrong for him. He got this haunted look whenever he talked about his past.
He also didn't ever come out during the day. Yoonah figured that must be because he wanted to avoid the biggest crowds. Even though she'd met him in a bar, Jungwon seemed to keep to himself for the most part. The only reason he let Yoonah get close at all is that she was just too beautiful and interesting to keep away from.
Or because she forced her company on him at any given point. If she saw him at a convenient store buying cigarettes, or standing aimlessly in a park (an admittedly creepy pastime of his), she'd bound over to him and start chatting up a storm before he had a chance to escape.
He seemed to like it though! At least, he seemed to honestly enjoy how friendly and talkative Yoonah was, and let her ramble to her hearts content. He'd listen to her go on and on about her day, but the moment she started asking him questions he'd ask "Do your parents know you're out with a stranger? Go home."
She hated that, so she stopped asking.
She confessed on her seventeenth birthday. They weren't anywhere special. Sitting on a park bench near a stream in the middle of town. Yoonah hadn't made it a secret before that she was interested, but after getting to know him better (as well as she could get to know him without him shutting her down first) she was fairly sure it was more than a schoolgirl crush.
He was lame. He was really, really lame, and incredibly awkward. His jokes were terrible, and his taste in fashion was non existent. She'd talked him into letting her pick out a few things for him, and she always got excited when he actually wore them (rarely). He was sweet though. She'd known him for over half a year now, and she knew without a doubt in her mind that Jungwon was a good person. It made his reasons for having left the force even more confusing to her.
She'd invented scenarios. He'd let a dangerous perp get away, and more people had died before another detective brought them in. He'd caught the right one, but not before the tragic death of a young, innocent life. Someone close to him had gotten hurt because of his work.
Someone named Kim Jaehyun had betrayed his trust, and now he couldn't face the city he'd spent his entire life in...
It had taken so much careful prying to get that name out of him, and even after he let it slip by accident, he'd shut down almost immediately. An iron guarded fortress that wouldn't let her in no matter how angrily she beat her fist against the doors. She felt like her hands were raw and bleeding (metaphorically speaking, but even with another year behind her Yoonah was still prone to exaggerations), but she refused to give up.
Because she was almost entirely certain she was in love with this man.
And when she told him that, and leaned up for a kiss, he did exactly what she expected him to do.
He clamped a hand over her mouth and stood up, cleared his throat, and made some excuse about it being cold and them both needing to go inside (he had an apartment now, but he never let her in it).
They didn't talk about that confession again for over a year.
When she was eighteen she finally got into his apartment. Not because he invited her, but because she busted her way in, in tears. After a bad fight with her parents she needed someone to talk to. Especially since this fight was about him.
She hadn't expected to see blood all over his face. The bag in his hand. Definitely not the fangs glinting in the corner of his mouth.
For a brief second almost everything inside her screamed at her to turn around and run, but the idiotic voice in the back of her head kept chanting at her not to go. If she left now this really would be the last time she'd seen him, because he would pack his bags and move immediately.
This was the same voice that told a sixteen year old girl that pursuing a man in his twenties was a good idea, and while she could objectively see where people might have a point about that being a bad idea, she still didn't have any regrets in approaching him.
So as he stood there dumbstruck, waiting for her to run, she approached him with shaking hands, grabbed him by the arm, and sat him down on the couch. Then, made him explain everything to her.
It took a lot of coaxing, and it was clear he wanted to get up and run the entire time, so Yoonah kept her hands on his arms to keep him in place. He was stronger than her, he could push her off and flee in an instant, but he didn't. And as the story finally started pouring out of him in scattered bits and pieces, she could tell why. He'd wanted to tell it for so long. He'd had it in him all this time, dying to get out, but had no one to share it with.
Every thing she'd wanted him to share with her over the past two years she finally got to hear. His backstory, all of it from the man he hit when he was just a teenager himself, to the friend who ripped his body to shreds before turning him into a monster. The struggle he felt inside himself with this fact. It had been okay when he was still a human, he'd accepted vampires for what they were, but the minute he began feeling a bloodlust himself how dramatically his views had shifted. How much he hated himself now, because he was afraid he would snap. He'd seen them snap in the past, and he'd seen how horrifying it could be. Even before Taeyeol (a name she'd never heard before tonight) had come, how he'd dealt with vampire cases before and witnessed first hand how ruthless they could be.
He was barely keeping it together most days. Tied together with spit and string while he waited for it to all far apart. So desperate to isolate himself from people, but so crushingly lonely that he was willing to let a teenage girl barge her way into his life, despite the fact that he was just waiting for one bad misstep to send him over the edge.
His hands were shaking now, while her's were as steady as rocks. She had both of her hands folded around his, despite how much smaller hers were. He needed comfort, a person to assure him it was all okay, instead what he got was.
"You're an idiot, oppa."
She wasn't wrong, and she knew he knew it. Whatever uncomfortable urges he got, he never acted on them. He'd never once killed a person, he'd been getting his blood from vampire suppliers (apparently a thing), and not a single person had even been hurt. Apparently, he'd never even bitten a living person. So then who cared about urges? Sometimes she got the urge to smash her hand through the glass window she sat by at school. Not because she wanted to escape class. Not for any particular reason, actually. Sometimes she just looked at the glass and thought 'If I hit it hard enough, I wonder if I could push my whole hand through it?'
Urges didn't mean shit!
And with that reassurance, Yoonah finally got her kiss. He didn't pull back or make any attempt to resist her as she leaned in to press her mouth against his.
She did regret it almost immediately when she realized he had drying blood all over his lips, and could barely restrain herself from kicking up a fuss about the idea of having someone else's blood on her mouth.
He seemed at peace enough to find the stupid faces she made while she gagged funnier than they were offensive.
He wouldn't kiss her again until she turned nineteen. She considered it a gift, one of many he gave her that night. The others including some materialistic things (only one piece of jewelry, everything else was books and a lecture about taking her exams and going to college. She wanted to strangle him).
The best gift he gave her was the unplanned gift when they were back in his apartment alone. He'd been so adament about his refusal to kiss her while she was eighteen, that she hadn't expected him to go along with her as she stretched out on her back on his couch and slowly pushed his head down between her legs.
When he did though? Well... Yoonah wasn't a religious woman, but that night she swore she saw God... some god, anyway.
She was insatiable after that, and while he still refused to have sex with her, she made sure to have her fun with him every time she had him alone. It was a lot easier to do too, when she moved off to go to university, and dragged Jungwon along with her.
Even though she wasn't done with school yet, she conned him into marriage. His words, not hers. She was only twenty, a young bride, but she couldn't be more ecstatic than she was on their wedding day.
None of his friends or family from before were invited, despite her insistence that he write or call someone about it. He had a few friends he'd made in town that showed up for the ceremony, however, but the ceremony was largely people close to Yoonah. It was okay though, he assured her up and down that all that mattered was that he had her with him.
Cheesy. He was so cheesy. She'd made sure to smack him with a stack of invitations for that one.
It was a relatively small ceremony, and took place the night of a full moon for the best lighting, because Yoonah insisted it should be outside. Her parents had both cried. One of her best friends (single) had caught the bouquet, while her other best friend (in a serious relationship) argued aggressively with her about why she should have gotten it instead. It was ridiculous, they were ridiculous, and Yoonah loved every single person there.
The kiss wasn't quite as breathtaking as she'd expected it to be. With so many people watching her, she felt self conscious, but even with them staring the couple down Jungwon catching her eyes and smiling at her was still enough to get her heart racing.
Yoonah was twenty years old. Four years had gone by since she first saw Jungwon for the first time, and she was still prone to gross exaggerations, but as he leaned down to kiss her she was still certain he was the most beautiful person she'd seen in her entire life.
Kim Yoonah stood with her right hand clutched over her heart as he walked down the street. They didn't have a chance to speak, she didn't even have a chance to get close to him. He walked out of the small convenient store near her house, and down the road out of her view. She'd never seen him before, and was sure he was just passing through, but she made it her goal to find him again before he left.
The second time was at a bar on the outskirts of town that she and her two friends were definitely too young to be in. Security was lax, and the owner knew her dad well enough to know if she started trouble he could call the old man up and have her ass booted out of here. She hadn't expected to actually see him ever again. Three solid days of searching for him during the day, and coming up empty handed.
Clearly she just hadn't been looking in the right places at the right times. While her friends clustered together, Yoonah shook off their outstretched hands and slid into the booth next to him, fussing with her bangs right up until the moment he turned around, where she stopped to shoot a huge smile his way.
"Hey, handsome." Her first attempt to get his attention, flirty wink and all. She felt like a moron the minute the words left her mouth, and the blank stare he gave her made her feel even dumber. After about five seconds ticked by in silence even Yoonah, with her endless confidence, was thinking about slinking back over to her friends.
She would have done it too, if not for the fact that the beautiful stranger finally gave her a real reaction, snorting (cuter than it sounds!) and smiling (this too!! even though it already sounded cute).
"Are you fucking with me right now?"
The cursing was less cute, but Yoonah's face still lit up. She might have made an ass out of herself, but at least she hadn't blown it so much that he refused to strike up a conversation.
She got to know him better after that. He figured out she wasn't old enough to be in the bar quickly, though she couldn't fathom how, she'd been wearing her most mature outfit, and styled her hair in a trendy adult way. Even knowing she was a kid, she'd managed to get out of him what general area he was staying in, and it didn't take long to track down his hotel afterward.
She'd been right too, originally he only planned to stay for a couple of weeks before moving on, but a month had already come and gone and Choi Jungwon was still here.
Choi Jungwon! His name, another thing she got out of it, and abused it almost immediately. He didn't even flinch at her sudden familiarity with him. Though her friends got tired of the constant stream of "Jungwon oppa this" and "Jungwon oppa that". She could tell just by looking at the bored, glazed over looks on their faces. But she had some much to say about them! She didn't understand why they didn't want to hear about him either. Had they seen him? The man was gorgeous!
And cute. At first she'd thought he'd seemed mysterious, even after the (completely attractive, no really) snort of laughter on their first proper meeting. He'd refused to tell her anything about himself. Even now all she could get out of him was that he used to be a detective in Seoul. He wouldn't say why he left, but Yoonah suspected some case or another had gone horribly wrong for him. He got this haunted look whenever he talked about his past.
He also didn't ever come out during the day. Yoonah figured that must be because he wanted to avoid the biggest crowds. Even though she'd met him in a bar, Jungwon seemed to keep to himself for the most part. The only reason he let Yoonah get close at all is that she was just too beautiful and interesting to keep away from.
Or because she forced her company on him at any given point. If she saw him at a convenient store buying cigarettes, or standing aimlessly in a park (an admittedly creepy pastime of his), she'd bound over to him and start chatting up a storm before he had a chance to escape.
He seemed to like it though! At least, he seemed to honestly enjoy how friendly and talkative Yoonah was, and let her ramble to her hearts content. He'd listen to her go on and on about her day, but the moment she started asking him questions he'd ask "Do your parents know you're out with a stranger? Go home."
She hated that, so she stopped asking.
She confessed on her seventeenth birthday. They weren't anywhere special. Sitting on a park bench near a stream in the middle of town. Yoonah hadn't made it a secret before that she was interested, but after getting to know him better (as well as she could get to know him without him shutting her down first) she was fairly sure it was more than a schoolgirl crush.
He was lame. He was really, really lame, and incredibly awkward. His jokes were terrible, and his taste in fashion was non existent. She'd talked him into letting her pick out a few things for him, and she always got excited when he actually wore them (rarely). He was sweet though. She'd known him for over half a year now, and she knew without a doubt in her mind that Jungwon was a good person. It made his reasons for having left the force even more confusing to her.
She'd invented scenarios. He'd let a dangerous perp get away, and more people had died before another detective brought them in. He'd caught the right one, but not before the tragic death of a young, innocent life. Someone close to him had gotten hurt because of his work.
Someone named Kim Jaehyun had betrayed his trust, and now he couldn't face the city he'd spent his entire life in...
It had taken so much careful prying to get that name out of him, and even after he let it slip by accident, he'd shut down almost immediately. An iron guarded fortress that wouldn't let her in no matter how angrily she beat her fist against the doors. She felt like her hands were raw and bleeding (metaphorically speaking, but even with another year behind her Yoonah was still prone to exaggerations), but she refused to give up.
Because she was almost entirely certain she was in love with this man.
And when she told him that, and leaned up for a kiss, he did exactly what she expected him to do.
He clamped a hand over her mouth and stood up, cleared his throat, and made some excuse about it being cold and them both needing to go inside (he had an apartment now, but he never let her in it).
They didn't talk about that confession again for over a year.
When she was eighteen she finally got into his apartment. Not because he invited her, but because she busted her way in, in tears. After a bad fight with her parents she needed someone to talk to. Especially since this fight was about him.
She hadn't expected to see blood all over his face. The bag in his hand. Definitely not the fangs glinting in the corner of his mouth.
For a brief second almost everything inside her screamed at her to turn around and run, but the idiotic voice in the back of her head kept chanting at her not to go. If she left now this really would be the last time she'd seen him, because he would pack his bags and move immediately.
This was the same voice that told a sixteen year old girl that pursuing a man in his twenties was a good idea, and while she could objectively see where people might have a point about that being a bad idea, she still didn't have any regrets in approaching him.
So as he stood there dumbstruck, waiting for her to run, she approached him with shaking hands, grabbed him by the arm, and sat him down on the couch. Then, made him explain everything to her.
It took a lot of coaxing, and it was clear he wanted to get up and run the entire time, so Yoonah kept her hands on his arms to keep him in place. He was stronger than her, he could push her off and flee in an instant, but he didn't. And as the story finally started pouring out of him in scattered bits and pieces, she could tell why. He'd wanted to tell it for so long. He'd had it in him all this time, dying to get out, but had no one to share it with.
Every thing she'd wanted him to share with her over the past two years she finally got to hear. His backstory, all of it from the man he hit when he was just a teenager himself, to the friend who ripped his body to shreds before turning him into a monster. The struggle he felt inside himself with this fact. It had been okay when he was still a human, he'd accepted vampires for what they were, but the minute he began feeling a bloodlust himself how dramatically his views had shifted. How much he hated himself now, because he was afraid he would snap. He'd seen them snap in the past, and he'd seen how horrifying it could be. Even before Taeyeol (a name she'd never heard before tonight) had come, how he'd dealt with vampire cases before and witnessed first hand how ruthless they could be.
He was barely keeping it together most days. Tied together with spit and string while he waited for it to all far apart. So desperate to isolate himself from people, but so crushingly lonely that he was willing to let a teenage girl barge her way into his life, despite the fact that he was just waiting for one bad misstep to send him over the edge.
His hands were shaking now, while her's were as steady as rocks. She had both of her hands folded around his, despite how much smaller hers were. He needed comfort, a person to assure him it was all okay, instead what he got was.
"You're an idiot, oppa."
She wasn't wrong, and she knew he knew it. Whatever uncomfortable urges he got, he never acted on them. He'd never once killed a person, he'd been getting his blood from vampire suppliers (apparently a thing), and not a single person had even been hurt. Apparently, he'd never even bitten a living person. So then who cared about urges? Sometimes she got the urge to smash her hand through the glass window she sat by at school. Not because she wanted to escape class. Not for any particular reason, actually. Sometimes she just looked at the glass and thought 'If I hit it hard enough, I wonder if I could push my whole hand through it?'
Urges didn't mean shit!
And with that reassurance, Yoonah finally got her kiss. He didn't pull back or make any attempt to resist her as she leaned in to press her mouth against his.
She did regret it almost immediately when she realized he had drying blood all over his lips, and could barely restrain herself from kicking up a fuss about the idea of having someone else's blood on her mouth.
He seemed at peace enough to find the stupid faces she made while she gagged funnier than they were offensive.
He wouldn't kiss her again until she turned nineteen. She considered it a gift, one of many he gave her that night. The others including some materialistic things (only one piece of jewelry, everything else was books and a lecture about taking her exams and going to college. She wanted to strangle him).
The best gift he gave her was the unplanned gift when they were back in his apartment alone. He'd been so adament about his refusal to kiss her while she was eighteen, that she hadn't expected him to go along with her as she stretched out on her back on his couch and slowly pushed his head down between her legs.
When he did though? Well... Yoonah wasn't a religious woman, but that night she swore she saw God... some god, anyway.
She was insatiable after that, and while he still refused to have sex with her, she made sure to have her fun with him every time she had him alone. It was a lot easier to do too, when she moved off to go to university, and dragged Jungwon along with her.
Even though she wasn't done with school yet, she conned him into marriage. His words, not hers. She was only twenty, a young bride, but she couldn't be more ecstatic than she was on their wedding day.
None of his friends or family from before were invited, despite her insistence that he write or call someone about it. He had a few friends he'd made in town that showed up for the ceremony, however, but the ceremony was largely people close to Yoonah. It was okay though, he assured her up and down that all that mattered was that he had her with him.
Cheesy. He was so cheesy. She'd made sure to smack him with a stack of invitations for that one.
It was a relatively small ceremony, and took place the night of a full moon for the best lighting, because Yoonah insisted it should be outside. Her parents had both cried. One of her best friends (single) had caught the bouquet, while her other best friend (in a serious relationship) argued aggressively with her about why she should have gotten it instead. It was ridiculous, they were ridiculous, and Yoonah loved every single person there.
The kiss wasn't quite as breathtaking as she'd expected it to be. With so many people watching her, she felt self conscious, but even with them staring the couple down Jungwon catching her eyes and smiling at her was still enough to get her heart racing.
Yoonah was twenty years old. Four years had gone by since she first saw Jungwon for the first time, and she was still prone to gross exaggerations, but as he leaned down to kiss her she was still certain he was the most beautiful person she'd seen in her entire life.