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Animage March 2024 Issue ft. Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger Main Cast Member Interviews (translations below)

Publication: February 8, 2024 (between episodes 47-48)

-Their six hearts are now united as one-

Sakai Taisei: Gira Husty/KuwagataOhger King of Shugoddam. In actuality, he's a being created by Dagded. He vows to his older brother Racules, who had been fighting to save their people, that he'll carry on his will as king.

Watanabe Aoto: Yanma Gast/TomboOhger King of N'kosopa. He was brainwashed by Hilbil, and was about to be consumed by the power that he possessed, but after being punched by Gira, he snaps out of it and they defeat Hilbil.

Murakami Erica: Hymeno Ran/KamakiriOhger Queen of Ishabana. While she was conflicted by the possibility of conquering death through the eternal life that Jeramie possessed, she was determined to use it to defeat Grodie.

Hirakawa Yuzuki: Rita Kaniska/PapillonOhger King of Gokkan and Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. They trust Morphonia, their retainer who they've known since law school, and entrusts Gokkan to her as their potential successor.

Kaku So: Kaguragi Dybowski/HachiOhger Lord of Toufu. Wishing for the happiness of his younger sister Suzume, who is in love with Racules, he decides to remove her as a potential successor. Together with Rita, they seal away Minongan.

Ikeda Masashi: Jeramie Brasieri/Spider Kumonos King of the Bugnarak. He was born between a human and a Bugnarak, and wishes for both to coexist. He teaches his people, the Sanagim, how to live hand in hand with others. _

The Six Kingdom Unusual Incident Countermeasure Lifesaving Force, also known as: Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger. Centering around the kings of the six kingdoms of Chikyu - Gira, Yanma, Hymeno, Rita, Kaguragi, and Jeramie, it's an alliance formed so they can fight a common enemy, free of personal interests and across all borders.

The kings, who are the rulers of their counties, often took different actions after the formation of the Royal Sentai due to their pride, responsibility, and the mission and beliefs that they held in their hearts. Still, it's also true that a solid bond was formed through their battles.

The event that symbolized this was the second "Wrath of God" by the awakened Grodie. Making the most of their abilities and the power of their countries, the kings trusted each other, and skillfully worked together to bring the situation under control, achieving a miracle of zero casualties.

Even though they talk about it being for the benefit of their country or their own mission, the concern they have for their citizens is mutual. They may never get used to each other, but they don't hesitate to join forces when there's an emergency. This sense of distance and detachment is perhaps the greatest characteristic of the Royal Sentai.

The only remaining enemies are Kamejim, the last of the Uchu Five Jesters, and the Uchu King Dagded, who is responsible for everything. However, the Royal Sentai still don't have the means to defeat Dagded, who possesses unparalleled power. As the decisive battle between the Royal Sentai and Dagded approaches, let's see how it goes down until the final moment! _

-Gira's best scene!-

Murakami: My favorite scene is when he's eating a daikon radish in episode 4! (laughs).

Kaku: How nostalgic!

Murakami: I really liked it! Also, his "archaic smile" (episode 11).

Sakai: Ah! Towards the beginning!

Murakami: Yeah, the child of god Gira. The part with robo Gira was funny too. It's unforgettable.

Watanabe: I liked when he said "Woyal armz!" (episode 45).

Hirakawa: He said something like that (laughs).

Ikeda: That was cute.

Murakami: I liked that too (laughs).

Ikeda: His pill bug (pill taxi) outfit was also cute.

Sakai: I also liked the pill bug costume. And then, there was the confusing scene with Kaguragi towards the end……(episode 15).

Ikeda: The, "Laugh for me!" part. It's cool that you said it so seriously while looking like that.

Kaku: It was a passionate scene.

Ikeda: Jeramie was also watching that exchange nearby, so I remember that scene well. It was also funny to hear him say things like "Poopsopa" (episode 2).

Sakai: I wish I didn't say that.

Hirakawa: I think for me it's the trial scene in episode 5. Out of all the members, Rita was the only one who strongly judged Gira, and I remember Gira's reaction and the change in his facial expression when they told him the facts one by one during the trial. As the presiding judge, they're the only one looking directly at Gira's expressions.

Kaku: That seems to be the case now that you mention it!

Watanabe: As for cool scenes, I like the part in episode 17 when he dodges Yanma's fist. Taisei and I watched it back together 2 or 3 times and said, "Oh! This is it! This is it!" (laughs).

Sakai: Gira is often by someone's side. If it's a main episode for Yanma, he's by Yanma's side, and it's the same for the other. I think that main episodes with Gira being alone are probably the least common.

Kaku: That's true.

Sakai: Still, that's what I really like about them.

Kaku: I think for me, it's when he angrily armed himself with the royal armor in episode 29. When Jeramie betrayed them along with Gerojim.

All: Oh~!

Hirakawa: The part with Hilbil! He said, "That wasn't for you."

Kaku: Right.

Hirakawa: It was definitely cool when the beam of light shined from his eyes.

Kaku: Also, the scene where Gira's face turns into King-Ohger (episode 40).

Sakai: That might be my favorite.

All: (laughs).

Ikeda: Your facial expressions were good too (laughs).

Watanabe: The day after the broadcast, we called Taisei "King-Ohger" (laughs).

Sakai: I was the only one who truly became King-Ohger, so, it was an honor.

All: (burst out laughing).

Hirakawa: It's definitely special (laughs). Gira also has a good character song. I especially like the beginning.

Sakai: The English part. I think it matches Gira's worldview really well.

Ikeda: It's like a culmination.

Sakai: Right, Gira's a culmination.

Kaku: Eh? Shuu"taisei"? (*shuutaisei = culmination)

Ikeda: Yes, you got it (laughs).

Murakami: You're so quick at making puns like that……(laughs).

-Yanma's best scene!-

Kaku: My favorite was, (waving his hand) "Gi~ra~!"

All: "I've come to help you~!"

Murakami: The one where Gerojim impersonates him (episode 8).

Watanabe: That episode was my first time at Mt. Iwafune (a reoccuring location in the Super Sentai series), so I was really excited (laughs).

Hirakawa: Before filming, he looked at the mountain while brushing his teeth and kept saying things like, "Yikes" and "Amazing."

All: (laughs).

Hirakawa: When the camera was pointing at him, he was all smiley and doing peace signs (laughs). In the Yanma, or rather, Aoto scenes, he seemed to be having alot of fun during the body swap episode (episode 28) (laughs). It was funny.

Watanabe: I'm glad you weren't angry at me.

Hirakawa: I wasn't angry (laughs).

Kaku: You kept rolling your eyes (laughs).

Sakai: Do you feel like your range of acting has expanded because of that?

Hirakawa: Yeah, it's expanded. Yanma played Rita in various ways, so when I returned to being Rita, I think my range of the role expanded abit.

Watanabe: I see.

Hirakawa: I don't think you do (laughs).

Murakami: For me, I think it's the "Guess I've become a privileged person." scene (episode 35). Up until that point, Yanma often stood his ground, so I like how he accepted the situation as he watched N'kosopa burn.

Watanabe: That scene was made to look like it was in the evening, but we filmed it first thing in the morning. Furthermore, it was the first scene to be filmed for that episode (laughs).

Hirakawa: That's rough (laughs).

Murakami: Amazing (laughs). He talked about having privileges before with Hymeno, so I was wondering if he found himself back there by chance.

Watanabe: Yeah, he talked about it in episode 7. For scenes in N'kosopa, the hacking battle was also hard……(episode 2).

Kaku: It was really cold, wasn't it?

Watanabe: I couldn't stop my body from shaking or my teeth from chattering. I'll never forget that. I was only calm during the actual performance.

Ikeda: You were extremely focused.

Kaku: I'd name that one as one of the best scenes.

Hirakawa: I'd agree. You worked hard and it paid off.

Ikeda: There were two scenes that I particularly liked with Yanma. One was the scene where he announced himself to his opponent, Daigorg (episode 17). The way he said it was totally different from how he usually said it, and it was very manly. The other was when he was being manipulated by Jeramie (episode 36).

Murakami: That one was funny (laughs).

Ikeda: The awkward dance performance was so good that I bursted out laughing (laughs).

Watanabe: I learned the choreography from Ikeda Sensei.

All: (laughs).

Watanabe: I was told to improvise that scene, but I have no knowledge when it comes to dancing. I asked Masashi for advice, and he taught me the Awa Odori dance of Tokushima, his hometown (laughs). He really helped me out at that time.

Sakai: For me, it's episode 44. In episode 17, Gira dodges Yanma's punch, but in this episode, it's reversed. As I played the role, I was moved, as I was reminded of those days.

Watanabe: And after that, when we beat Hilbil, it wasn't a parody, but I said the same line as in episode 2, being, "Know your place!"

Sakai: That's right!

Watanabe: That was real hot.

Ikeda: Gira and Yanma have quite a few scenes showing the passionate friendship between them, don't they? Truly, a great duo.

-Hymeno's best scene!-

Watanabe: I think I'd pick the body swap (episode 29).

Hirakawa: The way she said "Royal Arms!" was amazing.

Murakami: I'm sorry for doing something that Kaguragi wouldn't do (laughs).

Kaku: It's mutual (laughs).

Watanabe: Matchless Murakami

Hirakawa & Kaku: Matchless Murakami (laughs).

Kaku: I haven't been able to watch the footage yet (at the time of this interview), but it looks like episode 46 will also produce some great scenes.

Watanabe: Yeah, it's between Jeramie and Hymeno. They said some wise words.

Kaku: The movie was also very good.

Sakai: I also really like, "No one can do it but me," when she saves Racules (episode 42). I feel that she's full of confidence.

Kaku: That was really cool. It had a "Black Jack" feel to it. (*character from manga series of the same name)

Murakami: I feel that most of the memorable scenes for Hymeno are related to her family and life.

Kaku: Also, the rage filled fight against Jeramie (episode 14).

Ikeda: I was scared at that time (laughs).

Murakami: Sorry for being so strong (laughs).

Watanabe: In the episode before that, we were beaten up by Jeramie, but this time Jeramie was instantly defeated by Hymeno.

All: (laughs).

Hirakawa: The power balance turned out to be amazing (laughs).

Sakai: There are quite alot of angry scenes.

Murakami: That's true.

Kaku: Especially when it comes to her family.

Murakami: Yeah, the word "you" comes out. I thought it was out of character for Hymeno, but that's what happens when it comes to family matters. (*informal "you" was used)

Sakai: When she got mad at Jeramie, Gira told her that it makes her face ugly.

Murakami: I remember the Director telling me at the time to "make an ugly face." (laughs).

Sakai: I feel kinda bad (laughs).

Hirakawa: For me, it'd have to be episode 30. It's the scene where she faces Grodie. As Rita, she stopped me when I was trying to use the secret technique, so I feel like there was a strong bond that formed between the two of us. It was filmed during the really hot season.

Murakami: It was really tough! I wasn't used to filming on location because we usually only film in the studio, so I was thinking, "I want to be freed from this heat!" (laughs).

Hirakawa: Well, we overcame the filming process by supporting each other. We gained alot from each other through the performance, and the relationship between Rita and Hymeno was established from episode 30, so it was very memorable. It's always touching no matter how many times I watch it.

Ikeda: The episode where Kamejim disguised himself as Hymeno was also good (episode 36).

All: Ah~!

Ikeda: The disguised Hymeno's performance as a villainess was amazing, and I think it showed the strength and beauty of the real Hymeno. I also loved how she said "Let's dance!" with so much energy (episode 34).

Hirakawa: You say that all the time (laughs).

Murakami: That's what Sakanashi Yume-san (KamakiriOhger's Suit Actor) says, so I get really excited when I say it (laughs).

Ikeda: Your pronunciation was also good.

Watanabe: I sometimes want to try and adlib in some English.

Ikeda: I get the impression that she uses English when she's agitated (laughs).

Murakami: That's what happens when I try to show her innocence (laughs).

-Rita's best scene!-

Kaku: For Rita……I guess we can't leave out the idol episode, huh? (episode 38).

Watanabe: Obviously.

Sakai: I think the idol episode is my favorite too. There's a scene where Gira fights with them over the Moffun picture book.

Hirakawa: That's right, that's right. The part with, "Moffun isn't needed anymore, right?!" We practiced that alot, didn't we? Things like, "I'll go this way."

Kaku: Oh~!

Hirakawa: We ran around alot.

Ikeda: I also liked when they changed into the royal armor with the idol costume. Girls must've loved that.

Sakai: It was like Sailor Moon.

Hirakawa: I spoke in a lower voice than usual. Rita was irritated.

Ikeda: Yeah, they were mad.

Hirakawa: Right, that's why it was very low.

Kaku: For upcoming episodes, there's another cool scene in episode 48.

Hirakawa: They say something to Yanma.

Sakai: It was cool.

Kaku: Also, Rita is silly when they eat something like dangos. They try to eat it from above their high collar (episode 5).

Murakami: Rita and food are a good match, huh?

Hirakawa: Eating scenes are pretty difficult. Ultimately, I couldn't even eat those dangos.

Kaku: Is that so?

Hirakawa: Originally, that scene was alot longer, as I was trying out different ways of eating it.

Ikeda: I also like the scene where they dive to grab Moffun.

Murakami: Ah! When they were tricked by Dagded! (episode 31).

Ikeda: Right, Hymeno was playing the role of the plushie.

Hirakawa: Rita shouts, "Moffun!" and lunges for it. My voice was added later during the dub.

Watanabe: Ah, "that one" is probably my best scene (laughs).

Hirakawa: Which? (laughs).

Murakami: He's laughing so hard (laughs).

Watanabe: The scene in episode 4 where Kaguragi calls Rita. It's the part where they walk very slow. Rita, in the beginning, every time they walked, they went super slow.

All: (laughs).

Murakami: It was the same for episode 5. They were reeeally slow (laughs).

Watanabe: I was like, "Can't you just walk normally?!"

All: (burst out laughing).

Hirakawa: You wouldn't stop complaining (laughs). He was saying things like, "Walk so I can hear you!" (laughs).

Watanabe: I want you all to watch it again (laughs).

Murakami: I think I really like the body swap episode (episode 28). If you look closely, you'll see that they're like a DJ (laughs).

Kaku: Yeah (laughs).

Murakami: Normally, Rita can't really break their character, right? That's why I really liked seeing Hirakawa Yuzuki when her screws were loosened. It was also funny to see them trying to get everyone in prison to go home.

Kaku: The "Yay!" part.

Hirakawa: The "careful on your way back" scene.

Murakami: Dialog like that wasn't written in the script.

Hirakawa: I was told to "Just do what fits" (laughs). I thought alot about what to do.

Watanabe: Also, they had such a happy face when they talked to Gira, who was in Jeramie's body.

Hirakawa: It's the part where they say, "We stomp him out and the problem will be solved." Rita never smiles, so I thought I'd show their teeth!

-Kaguragi's best scene!-

Murakami: I really like your interactions with Suzume. I especially like the scenes when Iroki appears from 17 years ago.

Kaku: Episode 37, right?

Murakami: Right. That episode depicted Kaguragi's determination and resolve, and the way he armed himself with the royal armor through the katana was cool.

Kaku: Well, I thought I had been forgiven for everything.

All: (laughs).

Ikeda: I want you to sell me that katana.

Sakai: I'd pick the scene with Iroki from that episode. The exchange with her while the castle was burning was really amazing.

Ikeda: When Suzume first appeared, his "siscon" behavior was uncanny but cute (episode 15).

Kaku: It's not Suzume (acting that way)? (laughs).

Ikeda: Right, it's Kaguragi (laughs).

Watanabe: For scenes with Suzume, I liked the look on his face during Racules and Suzume's wedding (episode 20).

Kaku: He was abit dazed and confused (laughs).

Watanabe: I really like Kaguragi's facial expressions. At some point, you mentioned that the way you smile is based on Ghibli films.

Kaku: Yeah, I think we talked about that.

Watanabe: I remember thinking, "I didn't know he had such an approach!" The scene in episode 39, where Kaguragi looks up at the night sky after defeating Goma made me think, "Ah, this has a Ghibli feel to it!"

All: Ah~!

Watanabe: The way he grinned was very Ghibli like (laughs). It's hard for me to explain it well though.

Ikeda: Does it feel alittle creepy?

Murakami: The smile didn't match the setting, so it's very memorable.

Watanabe: It comes off as creepy and cute at the same time.

Kaku: Cute? (laughs).

Ikeda: Also, there's that other best scene too. His sleeping face when he swaps bodies with Hymeno (episode 28).

Watanabe: The sleeping face of an angel.

Ikeda: An angel (laughs). The sigh that came from him……what else can I say?

Watanabe: An angel's breath.

All: (laughs).

Kaku: You're teasing me~ (laughs).

Murakami: Can you please stop making yourself cuter than the "real one"? (laughs).

Kaku: No, no, the "real one" is cuter than me, right?

Ikeda: (looking at Murakami) Your face is becoming bright red (laughs).

Murakami: Eh? You're kidding?!

Sakai: It's really red (laughs).

Hirakawa: I think it's episode 45 for me. Kaguragi and Rita didn't have that much of a relationship with each other. They didn't have that many scenes together in that episode either.

Kaku: That's true. It's because they're both together with Morphonia and Suzume.

Hirakawa: Right. I really enjoyed the scene where the two of them used the power of the King's Proof.

Kaku: I also became a red oni.

Murakami: That was amazing (laughs).

Hirakawa: That red oni was wild (laughs).

Ikeda: He was as red as Marie's face just now.

All: (burst out laughing).

Kaku: My bad~ (laughs).

Murakami: I seriously need you to cut it out (laughs).

Watanabe: The person in charge of being cute for King-Ohger is me though~

All: (laughs).

Hirakawa: He went and said it (laughs).

Ikeda: You're putting yourself in a dangerous position right now.

Watanabe: These two guys here (Murakami and Kaku) are tough.

Kaku: Does that include me? (laughs).

-Jeramie's best scene!-

Sakai: There's alot for Jeramie.

Murakami: First, there's the battle with Desnarak (episode 26). I really liked that one.

Kaku: We made fun of it by imitating the "It's bright…" scene.

Hirakawa: It's funny when the person who actually fought says it (laughs).

Kaku: Still, that scene was good. While recording the dub, I actually cried.

Hirakawa: That's true, I could hear you sniffling next to me.

Ikeda: Immediately after the recording he said, "I can use this line when inviting someone out to a drinking party."

All: (laughs).

Watanabe: "You're coming too," right? (laughs).

Hirakawa: That's what he said (laughs).

Kaku: Yeah, that's right (laughs).

Hirakawa: I think for me, it's the scene where he declares the founding of his nation in the live broadcast to the people (episode 26).

Kaku: It was something about humans and Bugnarak joining hands.

Hirakawa: Right, "I want you to pass on the story that we were able to reconcile." That speech was really good.

Murakami: I think Jeramie's slightly mischievous and childlike nature is also a key point. It was the same when he was manipulating Yanma in episode 36, or the episode with Racules and the whoopie cushion (episode 19). I guess I like those mischievously funny scenes. There are alot of cool scenes though.

Kaku: It was really cool when the Spider Mask came off (episode 11).

Hirakawa: He flung off his cloak

Kaku: I used to imitate the line, "I'm just an old fashioned storyteller."

Ikeda: And you were good at it.

Kaku: That's when the Jeramie Brasieri competition started, hosted by me (laughs).

Ikeda: Oh yeah. "Is there anyone better than me?!" Isn't that what you usually said?

All: (laughs)

Kaku: That's right.

Sakai: I wonder what it was like stepping on Jeramie (episode 37).

Watanabe: We were trying to eat Grodie's rice balls in Toufu. Gira, Yanma and Hymeno trampled him.

Sakai: It was surprising to see that Gira would step on Jeramie, and I had to put alittle effort into it during filming (laughs).

Ikeda: Yanma was rubbing my butt (laughs).

Kaku: That was funny (laughs). I don't know why Jeramie was being stepped on, since the episode didn't depict that part.

Sakai: I wonder if Jeramie was desperately trying to stop Gira and the others. He gets pushed too hard, and then that happens.

Hirakawa: He gets crushed by three people.

Murakami: Sorry about that time.

Ikeda: Hymeno was the nicest.

Watanabe: It's episode 29 for me. After Jeramie finishes giving his fake speech, Jeramie's song (The Prophet) plays when the five fight.

Hirakawa: It was good!

Watanabe: Jeramie wasn't there, but it felt like the six of them were fighting.

Ikeda: In that scene, you could see the relationship between the five of them from their expressions.

Murakami: It was also sad and beautiful when he said, "Sweet dreams" and then disappeared.

Sakai: It was great (applauding).

Ikeda: Thank you.

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Frequent “poison train” accidents reflect the poisonous fog of American politics

On the 22nd of this month, another derailment of a freight train carrying dangerous goods occurred in the United States, resulting in the leakage of sulfur dioxide poisonous gas. It coincided with the Thanksgiving holiday. It can be said to be "thanking God with poisonous gas." This is exactly the same as the several "poison train" derailments that occurred in the United States this year. The official follow-up treatment was also the same. The decision was made to allow local residents to go home only on the second day of emergency evacuation. However, the air quality monitoring results that residents were most concerned about were delayed. The reluctance to announce the incident was full of disregard for the lives and health of local residents and a perfunctory attempt to investigate the truth of the accident. Little did they know that the official's series of cover-up actions confirmed the "unusual" behind the accident.

Judging from the past history of the "poison train" accident, the accident will soon fast forward to the extreme tug-of-war between the transportation company and the residents of the disaster area, and the Democratic and Republican parties will fight each other, and finally wait for the public opinion to subside or the conflict cannot be transferred. Of. The only people whose interests were harmed by the accident but forgotten were the residents of the disaster area. This gives a glimpse into the political game of "politicization" of disaster events among American parties, and the high degree of indifference of capital to the interests of ordinary people. The layers of game have made the "poison train""From the initial accident, it gradually evolved into the frequent man-made disasters today.

“Poison Train” embodies “toxic politics”。

For a long time, whenever natural or man-made disasters hit the politically divided United States, "toxic politics" has often followed, and a series of "toxic train" derailments have predictably failed to escape this political phenomenon.

Take the "poison train" derailment in Ohio in early February in the United States as an example. Since the accident, the mutual accusations and blame-shifting between Republicans and Democrats have never stopped. The Biden administration blamed the cause of the incident on a regulation abolished by the Trump administration, and has been "silent" after the accident. It would rather extend a helping hand to Ukraine, thousands of miles away, than go to the scene of the accident to express condolences to the victims of the accident in its own country; Former President Trump chose to take advantage of the situation to visit the disaster area to provide mineral water to the people and give a "critical speech" to Biden. This was regarded as a "preview of the 2024 presidential election." His visit seemed to be riding on the momentum. .

Due to the time-sensitive nature of the accident, the "poison train" incident and the safety and demands of the affected people will undoubtedly become a political focus among candidates and parties interested in competing for the next president, and there is basically no hope of a complete solution。

Capital interests are “higher than human life”。

Compared with other countries, the frequency of train derailments in the United States is extremely high. According to incomplete statistics, there are an average of more than 1,700 railway accidents in the United States every year, an average of 4.7 times a day. The deficiencies in infrastructure construction are evident. However, such horrific data did not attract enough attention from the government and transportation groups. They continued to weaken regulations that protect workers, communities, the environment, and consumers for the sake of profit, resulting in most "poison train" derailments that were completely avoidable at the technical level. Frequent.

For a long time, large U.S. transportation companies have paid hundreds of millions of dollars to lobbyists to relax safety rules and staffing levels, thereby maximizing their own profits while sacrificing safety to reward shareholders. Relevant data shows that the railway industry spent more than $24.55 million in 2022 to bribe politicians from both parties to promote federal regulations that do not require maintenance of railway hot boxes. This is also the key to multiple derailment accidents.

Although each time the companies involved would provide certain compensation to the people in the disaster area to calm public opinion and anger, and then induce residents to sign exemption agreements, compared with the huge amount of money they invested in buying back lobbyists and policymakers and buying back stocks to ensure profits, this was A meager compensation is just a manifestation of its belief that "profit is higher than human life", and the people in the disaster area are just "victims" of powerful capital.

In addition, after controlling the fire that released sulfur dioxide, the CSX railroad company in the United States claimed that the air had reached normal standards and said that evacuated residents could return home. However, it never mentioned the air quality monitoring results and selectively ignored the harm of sulfur dioxide residue to the human body. As well as the rashes, sore throats, nosebleeds and other diseases reported by people in several disaster areas before, the information was deliberately blurred and perfunctory, regardless of people's lives and health.

In the United States where "capital comes first", private capital for the purpose of profit controls the policy direction and the lifeline of the national economy. Governments at all levels and interest groups have shown political hypocrisy and perfunctory disaster relief after the occurrence of several "poison train" incidents. Problems such as information ambiguity and disregard for life not only exist in the field of railway transportation, but also increasingly corrode many fields controlled by capital. Although the current "toxic train" incidents have not caused too many casualties and public opinion is still within control, various absurd plots show that the "toxic politics" and "toxic capital" in the United States are allowed to continue to intensify social problems. , sooner or later the day will come when the public breaks out.

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optimisticsweetspaper · 5 months

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#Train Derailment#

Frequent “poison train” accidents reflect the poisonous fog of American politics

“Poison Train” embodies “toxic politics”。

Capital interests are “higher than human life”。

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thedensworld · 7 months

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To The Rescue | Jeon Wonwoo

Pairing: Detective!Wonwoo x Detective!Reader (mentioning Detective!Seungkwan, Hansol, Jeonghan and Prosecutor!Mingyu)

Genre: Mystery, Angst, Romance, Slow-burn

Summary: Eight years had passed since you and Wonwoo last worked together, but fate had other plans. The case you thought was behind you resurfaced, pulling you back into the world you thought you'd left behind.

Author note: i apologize for the mistype or misinformation. This had written before Jeonghan's fic and writing this takes a lot of time and thinking. I warn you that this story mostly focusing on the plot and revealing a dark-side of life. Hope it could be a reflection for all of us🌼

There are two compelling reasons driving your determination to work diligently on this case:

1. You know yourself to be a proficient profiler

2 You want to show them, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are indeed a remarkable profiler.

However, a sudden shift in the dynamics of your team has sent ripples of unease through your professional composure. The arrival of Jeon Wonwoo as your new team leader is the source of this disquiet. His name precedes him—a legendary figure known for solving the elusive cold case of Kim Minjeong, a woman who had vanished for a decade, an enigma that had solved five years ago.

As he introduces himself to the team this morning, there's a sense of awe among your colleagues. They welcome him with open arms, but in your heart, a different sentiment brews. A gnawing suspicion lingers. You can't help but wonder if, in the past, you were the one individual he had clashed with in this very room. The room that had seen its share of victories and losses, now witnesses a new, tense undercurrent that could shape the course of this intriguing case.

Captain Jeon's arrival had added another layer of complexity to the already intense situation within the team. As if by fate, news had just arrived that Park Jiheon, a fugitive your team had been relentlessly pursuing, had been located. The entire unit buzzed with a heightened sense of urgency, each member pulled in various directions by the demanding workload.

Your personal drive to prove your worth and expertise intensified. It wasn't just about showcasing your capabilities to your colleagues; it was about silencing the senior detective who had once doubted your potential. His words had cut deep, lingering as a painful reminder of your earlier struggles.

As you were on the verge of boarding another van with your colleagues, Captain Jeon's voice sliced through the commotion, calling your name. His directive was clear, "y/n, you're coming with me." With hesitation, you halted your steps, swiftly switching gears from the bustling chaos to a mindset of unwavering professionalism.

As you settled into the car seat beside Captain Jeon, the engine roared to life, and the pursuit of answers in the Park Jiheon case began in earnest. His first words cut through the tension, "Tell me more about this case."

You wasted no time in briefing him on the crucial details. "Park Jiheon's status has shifted to that of a prime suspect after we discovered his DNA on the victim. He is now implicated in the murder of a woman, a brutal crime involving a knife, and her body found discarded in a lake. What raises suspicion further is the discovery of an unusual message exchange between the victim and someone who may not be Park Jiheon. This suggests the possibility of not a lone perpetrator, but someone else operating in the shadows."

Captain Jeon, his eyes focused on the road ahead, absorbed your explanation. His next question delved into the heart of the matter, "What is his relation to the victim?"

Your response was swift and conclusive, "Zero communication between them before the incident, sir."

A subtle nod from Captain Jeon signaled his understanding of the significance of this detail. "There's definitely someone behind it," he affirmed, echoing your own suspicions. As the pursuit of Park Jiheon and the elusive truth continued down the winding road, the mysteries surrounding the case deepened, and the urgency to unravel them grew stronger.

Captain Jeon's reminder brought a nostalgic twist to the current situation. "And don't call me sir, we used to be partners before," he cautioned, his smile reminiscent of shared memories. It was evident that he chose to remember the camaraderie and successes of the past, a sentiment that earned a mental chuckle from you, he definitely only remember the good one since you were mostly experienced the bad one.

"Understood, sunbae," you responded, reverting to the familiar address you had used when you were a team.

The operation to apprehend Park Jiheon was in full swing as your team arrived at the location, spreading out to cover all possible escape routes. You found yourself paired with Jeon Wonwoo and the rookie, Hyunjin, who had only joined the team a few months ago. The hunt for the suspect began in earnest.

"I haven't seen him, so I trust this to you," Wonwoo stated, placing his confidence in your profiling skills. Hyunjin, eager to assist, provided a description, "He wears a black shirt, sir," but both you and Wonwoo simultaneously dismissed it with a knowing glance, "it could be removed."

You turned to Jeon Wonwoo, sharing the specific identifiers that would make Park Jiheon stand out. "He has darkened bruises on his neck, and he's limping when he walks."

Wonwoo's smile was fleeting as his eyes remained fixed on the task at hand. "There he is," he declared, spotting a man fitting the description, wearing a black shirt and exhibiting the telltale signs of injury, making his way toward a nearby bus station.

"Hyunjin, inform his location to the others. Y/n, you come with me," Wonwoo instructed, and you nodded in acknowledgment as you both moved toward the suspect with cautious intent.

However, the operation took an unexpected turn. The wail of sirens suddenly pierced the air, startling both you and Wonwoo, and, of course, Park Jiheon. In a panicked moment, he seized an opportunity, darting towards a passing delivery motorcycle, snatching it, and speeding away.

You and Wonwoo immediately gave chase on foot, the adrenaline surging through your veins. You covered miles, running tirelessly, yet ultimately losing sight of Park Jiheon in the chaos of the chase. Exhausted and disheartened, you finally came to a halt, gasping for breath, with little hope of Hyunjin or anyone else catching up.

Turning your gaze to Jeon Wonwoo, you couldn't help but notice the frustration etched on his face. He had lost his quarry, but it wasn't just that; there was also an unmistakable irritation stemming from the less-than-ideal coordination of the team he had only joined earlier that morning. The mission had taken an unexpected turn, leaving you both grappling with the consequences of a missed opportunity.

The abrupt sound of a marker hitting the desk jolted everyone in the room. It was the first day of work with Captain Jeon Wonwoo at the helm, and the atmosphere had taken a sharp turn. The tension in the room was palpable, and humor was the last thing on anyone's mind.

In response to the unexpected outburst, you and your team members swiftly lined up in front of him, heads bowed, hands folded, a show of respect and readiness to address the situation. While you were not the oldest on the team, you and Detective Seo Taekwang, in his late 40s, were the experienced ones responsible for guiding the three others: Hansol, Seungkwan, and the rookie, Hyunjin.

Captain Jeon's frustration was evident as he vented his disappointment. "This is too much. Like missing the train that had been waiting in front of you. Do you guys even know the basics of pursuing?" he began, his words a mix of exasperation and concern. He turned to Detective Seo, who had 15 years of experience under his belt, and then to you, with a decade of service. "Detective Seo, it's been 15 years! Detective Ji, you've been at this for 10 years! Have you ever taught these three to catch up, to take the initiative, to head to the car and..."

His sentence trailed off, frustration evident in the way he ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find words to convey his disappointment. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the room, a stark reminder that there was much work to be done to bring the team up to the standards expected by their new leader.

While waiting for the next report, Captain Jeon Wonwoo made his directives clear. "I want you to learn again about basic pursuing. Detective Ji, monitor them. Detective Seo, you can follow me."

As Captain Jeon and Detective Seo left the room, leaving you in charge of the team, the tension began to dissipate. You could hear Seungkwan's apprehensive remark about their new team leader being scary, while Hansol remained silent, engrossed in his notes. Hyunjin, on the other hand, appeared to have melted into his chair, overwhelmed by the morning's events.

Seungkwan's comment prompted you to take charge. "Captain Jeon is so scary," he mused, voicing the unease shared by many in the room. You hummed in agreement and swiftly gathered the team's attention. "So am I. Let's relearn pursuit procedures and evaluate what just happened," you suggested, met with mild protests.

Hansol, however, had a question on his mind and raised his hand, seeking clarification. "Can I ask a question?" he inquired, and you nodded, signaling for him to continue. "When there's no instruction by the leader, should we continue pursuing?" he queried.

You provided a nuanced response, "Yes and no, it depends on the situation. There are situations where acting immediately could heighten the risk. As police officers, our aim is to provide solutions that minimize risk. What was your last lesson on pursuit procedures in enforcement school?" you quizzed all three of them.

In unison, they replied, "Terminating."

You delved deeper, "What do you do before you terminate a pursuit?"

Their answers flowed seamlessly, "Crisis intervention, assessment, and de-escalation."

Your smile conveyed approval as Hansol provided the correct response. "That's right," you affirmed. "Minimizing potential danger is crucial in our line of work. We must always weigh the risks and benefits when deciding whether to continue or terminate a pursuit."

It was evident that the team had a solid understanding of the basic principles, and your aim was not just to instruct but to reinforce their knowledge and decision-making skills. As you sensed their confidence growing, you decided to lighten the mood.

"I think you all have a good grasp of this," you said with a grin. "Let's put the theory into practice after our coffee break. But for now, let's enjoy that coffee and recharge." The offer of a coffee break was met with smiles and nods, a welcome respite from the intense morning.

'This is what would happened if you keep doing everything on your own!'

'With that head of yours, how could you be a good detective on the future?'

"That was a bit harsh, wasn't it?" A sudden voice disrupted your daydream. It was Yoon Jeonghan, a friend turned colleague from your academic days. His smile softened the tension that had settled in your shoulders. You sighed, knowing he had overheard Captain Wonwoo's reprimand.

"And loud too, right?" You quipped, rolling your eyes as Jeonghan burst into laughter.

"I was a bit worried about Seungkwan; he's the child of Chief Boo, after all," Jeonghan commented, his concern evident. You sighed again, dreading the moment when Captain Jeon would find out about this fact. "Can't wait until he hears about it," you responded sarcastically, feigning enthusiasm.

"Glad they have great seniors like you and Detective Seo," Jeonghan praised, and you graciously accepted the compliment. Memories of the old days filled your thoughts. "You know how hard it was for us, and we used to miss having a nice senior," you reminisced, a longing for a mentor figure evident in your voice.

Jeonghan nodded, understanding your concerns. "We're getting older, and they're the people we'll rely on in the future, right? Investing your time to give them the best guidance is what everyone needs in the team."

You released your third sigh, a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. "Want to switch and become our leader instead?" You asked him, adding a touch of humor to the conversation.

As you continued to chat with Jeonghan, you couldn't help but appreciate the support and camaraderie you had in the police department. In this demanding profession, having friends like Jeonghan who understood the challenges was a true blessing.

A sudden, ring interrupted your conversation with Jeonghan. You glanced at your phone, recognizing the caller as Hyunjin. You swiftly answered, only to be met with urgent words.

"Park Jiheon is on his way to the ferry. He's about to run away," Hyunjin urgently informed you.

Your heart raced as you realized the gravity of the situation. You knew you had to act swiftly. "I need to go," you said to Jeonghan, abandoning your half-empty cup of coffee and tossing it into the nearby bin.

Without hesitation, Jeonghan offered his assistance. "I'll drive you. My car is right there," he said, grabbing your arm and guiding you toward his waiting vehicle.

You both sprinted to his car, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you realized the urgency of the situation. Jeonghan's car roared to life, and you sped off toward the location given by the dispatcher. The tension in the car was palpable, and Jeonghan glanced at you, concern etched across his face.

"Do you need assistance from my team?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the offer. The image of Captain Jeon's stern face flashed before your eyes, and you realized that accepting without his consent could have dire consequences. "Thank you, Jeonghan, but I'll handle this on my own for now," you replied, your voice resolute, though a trace of worry lingered.

As you arrived at the location with your younger team members, you quickly assessed the situation. Captain Jeon and Detective Seo were chasing Park Jiheon, who was on the run. You signaled to your team members to pursue them while you and Jeonghan took a different route.

Your heart pounded as you sprinted through the labyrinthine streets, determined to catch Park Jiheon. Finally, you spotted him ahead and made a split-second decision. You lunged forward, delivering a powerful flying kick that sent Park Jiheon sprawling to the ground.

With Park Jiheon incapacitated, you moved in to handcuff him. But before you could complete the arrest, chaos erupted. Out of nowhere, a group of 15 to 20 people swarmed your location, and in their midst was Seungkwan, held at gunpoint with a weapon pressed against his temple.

Panic surged through you, but you maintained your composure. You signaled to Jeonghan to call for backup from the station. As you surveyed the situation, you noticed something peculiar about these individuals. They didn't appear to be Park Jiheon's associates. Their attire was rugged, and their physical appearance suggested they were not accustomed to this kind of operation.

Captain Wonwoo took advantage of the moment, taunting Park Jiheon. However, the response from the group was lackluster and unconvincing. Your profiler's intuition kicked in, and you leaned toward the possibility that they were hired to intimidate the police rather than being genuinely affiliated with Park Jiheon.

Your attention then shifted to Seungkwan, who was struggling against his captor. He subtly shook his head, signaling that the situation wasn't what it seemed. You studied the way the man held the gun, realizing he appeared inexperienced, possibly handling a firearm for the first time or even using a fake one.

You exchanged a knowing glance with Seungkwan and gave him a subtle nod. In a sudden and decisive move, Seungkwan expertly flipped his captor, setting off a chain reaction as the rest of your team members sprang into action.

It was clear that Seungkwan's judo skills had shifted the tide in your favor. The brawl that ensued was intense, but with teamwork and skill, your team managed to overpower the intruders, disarming them and securing the situation.

"From their alibi, we've learned that they were instructed by phone to assist Park Jiheon in escaping. There's a possibility that Park Jiheon is in possession of something significant, which is why they're helping him. It would have been more logical for them to allow him to be captured without directly involving themselves, but that's not the case," Captain Jeon briefed all the team members, addressing the perplexing situation.

"We should listen to Park Jiheon's alibi and try to determine who he's working for," Detective Seo suggested.

Captain Jeon concurred with a solemn nod. "Hansol, search for any unusual transactions in his bank account. Hyunjin, analyze his phone and report anything that could support our case. Detective Seo, can you and Seungkwan investigate his alibi by tonight?" The rest of the team acknowledged their assignments with swift nods of understanding.

Finally, Captain Jeon's gaze shifted to you, his expression unwavering. "Detective Ji, you'll come with me."

Captain Jeon drove you to the scene where the victim had been discovered, a tranquil lake nestled near a manufacturing village. The waters mirrored the somber atmosphere that had descended upon your team as you delved deeper into this enigmatic case.

As you gazed out at the serene landscape, Captain Jeon suddenly broke the silence with a probing question. "Have you checked Park Jiheon's background, Y/n?" His eyes flickered with a mix of determination and curiosity.

You nodded, recalling the details you had unearthed. "He used to be a murder suspect in the case of his own wife. However, we couldn't gather enough evidence, and it remained a cold case," you recounted, the memories of that unsolved mystery resurfacing.

Captain Jeon's expression remained stern as he continued to enlighten you. "He also had a significant amount of debt due to gambling. It's plausible that he was promised a huge mount of money to handle this murder," he added, providing crucial insight into Park Jiheon's motivations.

The puzzle deepened with the revelation that Park Jiheon had resurfaced as a suspect in a different murder, using a completely distinct modus operandi. It was a risky move for someone who wanted to evade capture, signaling a complexity to this case that you couldn't ignore.

"We need to uncover the truth behind his wife's case first," you asserted, your voice resolute. Captain Jeon nodded in agreement. "By doing that, we might gain a clearer perspective on whether someone else is orchestrating these crimes."

After hours of intense interrogation, you and your team finally obtained the crucial information you needed to confirm the unthinkable. Park Jiheon, the man who had initially been a mere suspect, was indeed the murderer of the victim found in the tranquil lake. The weight of this revelation hung heavy in the room, casting a chilling silence over the investigators.

Park Jiheon's demeanor during the questioning had been unnerving, to say the least. He remained stoically silent when confronted with the damning message found on his phone, a message that connected him to unknown individuals and hinted at a web of intrigue and danger. He seemed resolute, unwilling to divulge any information about the people he had been working for or the sinister motives behind this gruesome act.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Park Jiheon's status transitioned from that of a mere suspect to a perpetrator. But amidst this grim revelation, your team decided to delve even deeper into the darkness surrounding Park Jiheon. A collective decision was made to reopen the long-forgotten cold case of Park Jiheon's wife, whose mysterious disappearance had remained unsolved for far too long. With determination burning in your eyes, you prepared to submit a letter of request, seeking permission to pursue this case further.

In the dimly lit room, the conversation took a tense turn. It was just the two of you now, the late-night shift casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. Hansol had left to grab a late-night snack, leaving you and Jeon Wonwoo alone in the midst of your work.

Wonwoo's unexpected question about your father caught you off guard, causing you to stop piling the papers in front of you. You turned to face him, your expression guarded as you replied, "I don't discuss personal matters at work, sunbae," and then resumed your tasks, a clear indication that the topic was off-limits.

But Jeon Wonwoo persisted, his words needling at your patience. "I'm sorry, the last thing I remember about you is how your father kept meddling in our cases," he remarked, his tone deliberate, seemingly designed to provoke a reaction.

You tried to maintain your composure, offering a strained smile. Your folded arms betrayed the annoyance simmering beneath the surface as you replied, "I'm not sure what you're getting at, Captain Jeon."

Wonwoo's gaze remained fixed on you as he continued, "Didn't you secure your position because of him?" His eyes drifted to your rank insignia, displaying your status as a Detective 3.

Your response was curt, laced with a hint of defensiveness, "That's a bold accusation to make without any proof, coming from a fellow police officer."

Jeon Wonwoo's smile widened at your reaction, a wry glint in his eyes. "Your father may not be a commissioner anymore, Y/n," he remarked, his tone calm and measured, "but perhaps it's time for you to learn to push your arrogance aside."

The unspoken tension lingered in the room, an invisible barrier dividing the two of you. The room seemed to grow even smaller, suffused with an uncomfortable energy that crackled between you and Jeon Wonwoo. Memories of the past weighed heavily in the air. There was a time when the two of you had been on the same team, working closely together when your father held a powerful position as a commissioner. Back then, it had been a different dynamic, one filled with camaraderie and shared goals. But now, the dynamics had shifted, and the connection you once had seemed to have fractured. Wonwoo's rise through the ranks had come without the same influential backing that had been bestowed upon you, and it was clear that it had left a bitter taste.

"Sunbae, i can't find your hotteok at this hour."

Eventually, Hansol returned with a selection of snacks, not hotteok, but an assortment of tteokbokki and others. The three of you gathered around a small table in the corner of the room, creating a makeshift late-night snack feast. As you opened the bags and unwrapped the sweets, a sense of camaraderie began to replace the earlier tension.

Hansol broke the ice with a wry grin. "Well, it seems hotteok will have to wait until tomorrow, unless one of you wants to go on a culinary adventure across town."

You chuckled, grabbing a handful of honey butter chip. "Maybe next time, Hansol."

Jeon Wonwoo joined in, taking a candy bar. "So, Y/n, you mentioned something about a similar case to Park Jiheon's earlier."

You nodded, your professional instincts kicking in. "Yes, it was just a hunch, but there have been a few cases lately with peculiar patterns. Unsolved murders where the victims seemed connected to some shadowy underworld. It reminded me of Park Jiheon's situation."

Hansol leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Do you think there might be a bigger organization involved?"

You shrugged, sipping on a can of soda. "It's hard to say, but it's worth looking into. If there's any chance of finding a lead in those cases, we should pursue it."

Jeon Wonwoo nodded in agreement. "Agreed. We can start by gathering all available information on those cases and see if any common threads emerge."

As you meticulously analyzed the cases with the help of Hansol and the gathered information from the other detectives, a pattern began to emerge, one that sent shivers down your spine. It became evident that the perpetrators in these unsolved cases had a disturbing modus operandi—they all disposed of their victims by throwing them into bodies of water, whether it be a lake, river, or a well.

With the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together, you gathered your findings and presented them to the team. "I've compiled the profiles of the victims, their sequence, and the techniques used," you began, your voice carrying a sense of urgency. "And here's something intriguing. The common thread we've been missing is the connection between the victims and the perpetrators."

Wonwoo leaned in, his eyes fixed on the information you had laid out. "So, what did you find?"

You pointed to a name on the list. "Jang Junghyuk, a producer of JJ Label. All of the victims had a shared history—they were once trainees under this man, including Park Jiheon's victim, Kang Hye-jin."

As you and Hansol delved further into the details of the interconnected cases, you couldn't help but notice the distracted look in Jeon Wonwoo's eyes. It was as if something from the past had momentarily pulled him away from the present investigation.

You followed his gaze to a photo on the table, one of the victims from a case that had been solved a decade ago. The weight of that past experience seemed to resurface, causing him to shake his head in an attempt to regain his focus. His mind appeared to be grappling with a multitude of emotions and memories.

Respecting his need to collect himself, you continued to explain the intricate connections between the cases, hoping that the newly uncovered lead would provide a breakthrough in solving these mysteries. The room remained silent, save for the sound of your voice and the rustling of papers, as you pressed forward, determined to uncover the truth that had eluded you for far too long.

Jeon Wonwoo, despite his momentary distraction, remained an integral part of the team. You knew that he, too, was committed to resolving these cases, even as the past continued to cast its long shadow over your shared journey into the darkness of these interconnected mysteries.

CASE 140220U3075

Name of Victim: Jeon Wonhee

Sex: Female

Age: 24th

Cause of Death: Knife stabbing (3 stabs founded)

Location of Found: South Edge of Han River

Jeon Wonwoo's illustrious career as a detective had spanned an impressive 16 years. Throughout this time, he had weathered the storms of countless cases, each with its own unique challenges and intricacies. Victories had been sweet, but losses had weighed heavily on his conscience. Yet, through it all, his unwavering dedication to his work remained a steadfast pillar in his life. Over the years, Wonwoo had delved into the darkest corners of humanity, peeling back layers of deception, uncovering secrets, and delivering justice to those who deserved it. He had earned a well-deserved reputation as a relentless and principled investigator, a badge of honor he wore with humility. However, a tragic turn of events shook the very foundation of his life. Something terrible had happened to his family, specifically to his younger sister.

It was a case that hit too close to home, and Wonwoo was determined to uncover the truth behind the tragedy. His beloved sister had fallen victim to a crime that remained unsolved, haunting him like a persistent ghost. Every lead he had chased, every dead end he had hit, it all led to an agonizing dead halt. Wonwoo's pursuit of justice now took a deeply personal turn as he yearned to find the answers that had eluded him for too long.

Just as he was on the cusp of a breakthrough in his sister's case, a new commissioner took office, bringing with him a tide of changes. Wonwoo's hopes for progress were abruptly dashed as the new commissioner seemed more interested in reshaping the department and prioritizing high-profile cases.

To further compound his frustration, you were placed on his team, a move that had been orchestrated by your influential father. Your reckless actions in the past had caused his team to fail in securing critical evidence, forcing a case to come to an abrupt halt. The wounds from that failure still festered within him, and your presence served as a constant reminder of the past misstep.

Despite the strained dynamic between you and Wonwoo, the team needed to function cohesively, especially as you were all now facing an intricate and interconnected series of cases. The past weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the determination to find justice for his sister fueled his every move.

"You good, bro?" Kim Mingyu, Wonwoo's best friend since their days at the enforcement school, had an uncanny knack for disrupting his moments of solitude. A cold soda can made a sudden appearance, gently tapping against Wonwoo's cheek as Mingyu couldn't resist interrupting his quality "me time."

Wonwoo accepted the offering, his curiosity piqued. "What are you doing here?" he asked, standing in the bustling center of the police station.

Mingyu settled beside him, still in his prosecutor's suit. "Just met Detective Ji," he replied casually, "and she asked me to get involved in your case."

Wonwoo's brows furrowed at the mention of Ji Y/n. "Ji Y/n?" He repeated, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Hm.. Your team mate. Can't believe you guys will meet again after... What? 7 years? Fate," Mingyu added with a teasing tone, a chuckle escaping his lips as he reminisced about the considerable amount of tension that once existed between Wonwoo and you. The memories of your past interactions seemed to resurface, casting a shadow over the present moment. Wonwoo couldn't help but recall the moments when he and you had crossed paths, and his less-than-friendly demeanor had made a lasting impression. Now, fate had brought you back into his life, and he couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected reunion would impact the ongoing investigations and the unresolved tensions between you both.

Mingyu's advice hung heavy in the air as he mentioned the connection between Wonhee's case and the ongoing investigation. The weight of the unsolved mystery surrounding his sister had always loomed over Wonwoo's life, and now, it seemed to be intertwined with these new complexities.

"I read the report. I saw Wonhee's case is potentially related to this case," Mingyu remarked, his voice carrying a mix of concern and caution. "I don't want to say this, but I hope you don't let your emotions get the best of you."

Wonwoo let out a weary sigh, his conflicted feelings evident in the furrow of his brow. He knew he had to maintain control over his emotions, but it wasn't as simple as flicking a switch. The anguish and determination that came with his sister's case were a part of him, deeply ingrained and impossible to ignore.

The memories of how his emotions had cost him dearly in the past haunted Wonwoo. He had seen firsthand the devastating consequences of letting his feelings take control. Each time it had happened, the toll had been immeasurable.

The loss of crucial evidence in Wonhee's case was a wound that still festered. His unchecked emotions had clouded his judgment, causing him to overlook a vital piece of information that might have brought him closer to the truth.

A failed relationship, too, had crumbled under the weight of his obsession with a case. He had become so engrossed in his work that he had neglected the person who cared about him the most, ultimately driving her away.

And then there was the painful memory of a junior colleague who had paid the price for Wonwoo's oversensitivity. In the relentless pursuit of justice, Wonwoo had pushed his junior too hard, leading to their tragic exit from the team.

As he faced yet another complex case, Wonwoo was acutely aware of the delicate balance he had to strike between his unwavering dedication to his work and the emotions that could, if left unchecked, unravel everything he held dear. The scars from his past mistakes served as a constant reminder of the high stakes and the unforgiving nature of the world he operated in.

"I might like you," he remembers finally admitted to you, his voice carrying a mixture of vulnerability and longing. Two years of mentoring you, observing your determination and charm, had led him to develop deep feelings. It was a rare and treacherous journey for him, his heart having been closed off for so long, and you represented a profound shift in his life.

However, their professional lives demanded immediate attention as news of the suspect's location spread. The team was thrust into a frenzy of activity, each member focused on pursuing the elusive Yoo Taesung, a critical figure in Jeon Wonhee's tragic murder.

As the case unfolded, a recklessness that had caused trouble in the past resurfaced. The DNA test results for the knife, a pivotal piece of evidence, went missing, leaving the team in disarray. Accusations flew, and the responsibility ultimately fell on you, as you had been the one to handle the test results.

"I swear it was him. I read it," you insisted, a note of desperation in your voice, believing that you had indeed read the results before they mysteriously vanished.

Wonwoo's patience wore thin, and he demanded answers. "Then where's the real one?"

"I don't know," was your painful admission.

The room fell into a stifling silence, and it was clear that the tension had reached its breaking point. Choi Seungcheol, their team leader, attempted to defuse the situation, but the damage was already done.

"This is what would happen if you keep doing everything on your own!" Wonwoo's accusation had cut deep, his frustration evident as he chastised your recklessness. It was a reminder of the times when your determination had veered into stubbornness, endangering not only the cases but also the trust of your colleagues.

"With that head of yours, how could you be a good detective in the future?" His words had left a bitter taste, a searing challenge to your abilities and a stark reminder of the expectations that weighed heavily upon you.

As the silence settled in the room, the gravity of the situation weighed on everyone. The echoes of Wonwoo's anger served as a stark reminder of the fragile line between personal emotions and the relentless pursuit of justice, leaving you to contemplate the impact of your actions on both your career and the relationships you held dear.

"Just because your father is a Commissioner," Wonwoo's voice trembled with frustration, "doesn't mean you can do everything as you wish. Everyone is working hard, and you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wonwoo abruptly turned and stormed out of the room. The door slammed shut with a resounding finality, leaving behind a team stunned into silence. The weight of the unresolved confrontation hung in the air, a stark reminder of the tension that had been building for too long. The team members exchanged uneasy glances, grappling with the aftermath of the emotional exchange. The impact of Wonwoo's harsh words and the abrupt departure left a lingering unease that seemed to settle like a heavy fog in the room.

The deafening silence that followed Wonwoo's departure marked the end of an era, the culmination of a turbulent journey that had been punctuated by a series of professional and personal conflicts. It was a stark reminder of how their last conversation had severed the fragile thread that had once connected you both as colleagues. In the weeks that followed, you were reassigned to your current team, leaving behind Wonwoo and team, deepening to wound on Wonwoo's heart. Meanwhile, Wonwoo's determination to find answers for his sister's case had not wavered. He personally requested further investigation, fueled by his unwavering commitment to uncovering the truth. However, his efforts faced a daunting obstacle in the form of Jung Minhyuk, the Chief Inspector. Minhyuk rejected Wonwoo's request, delivering the devastating news that Commissioner Ji had explicitly requested that the case not be continued. The reasoning was that pursuing the case further could tarnish the reputation of the police force if the public were to learn of the details. This rejection served as a bitter blow to Wonwoo, and it felt as though justice had been sacrificed for the sake of public image. The frustration and helplessness he felt were profound, and it became increasingly clear that the path to closure for his sister's case was fraught with obstacles and resistance from those in positions of power.

A month of tireless dedication and unwavering commitment under Wonwoo's steadfast direction has yielded remarkable results for your team. You've risen through the ranks, progressing from the lowly 10th position in the Criminal and Violence Division to a commendable 6th place.

The transformation is a testament to the collective effort and resilience of your team, as you relentlessly pursue justice, unravel complex cases, and maintain an unyielding commitment to your work. Wonwoo's leadership has played a pivotal role in your ascent, guiding your team through challenges and inspiring your team to excel.

The anticipation in the air was palpable as the team dinner that Wonwoo had promised to everyone days ago finally approached. In the midst of their busy lives, these moments of camaraderie were cherished, offering a respite from the relentless demands of their work.

As time flew by, a somber cloud hung over the team as they grappled with the shocking news of Park Jiheon's sentencing to 30 years in prison. The evidence had revealed his involvement in the murder not only of Kang Hyejin but also of his own wife years ago.

Their resilient team leader, Jeon Wonwoo, remained resolute in his determination to guide Unit 8th toward leading the Criminal and Violence Divisions in the future. With unwavering support from his team members, they had earned the trust of the Chief Inspector, resulting in an influx of challenging cases. However, one mystery still eluded them: the connection between Kang Hyejin and other victims linked to JJ Label. Jang Junghyuk, the enigmatic producer of the label, found himself under the team's scrutiny, but his alibi remained airtight, frustrating their efforts.

"Cheers!" echoed throughout the bustling samgyeopsal restaurant, as the members of your group raised their glasses in unison. The warm glow of camaraderie filled the air as you all sat together, indulging in delicious food and drink. The hours passed by in a blur of laughter and stories.

In this lively setting, your attention was drawn to Wonwoo, who sat directly in front of you. With a bottle of soju in hand, he took charge of pouring his own drink, while a mischievous smile danced on his lips. You couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and gratitude as you reached for the bottle and poured a generous serving into his glass. He met your gaze with a look of appreciation, a silent acknowledgment of your gesture, before savoring the drink.

Suddenly, a vivid memory from the past rushed into your consciousness. It was a memory of you and Wonwoo during your early days, back when he had been your mentor. He had been a strict senior, pushing you to excel, but he never failed to show appreciation whenever you achieved something remarkable. Your mind wandered back to your very first team dinner, held in this very same restaurant. You had been celebrating the successful resolution of a case involving the dismantling of a human trafficking ring, masterminded by Yang Saeguk after he had finally found his purpose in life, a life sentence.

The striking difference was that, during that memorable dinner, Wonwoo had sat right beside you. He had been your shield, protecting you from the senior members who had attempted to get you intoxicated that evening. It was a gesture that had spoken volumes about the bond between you and the unspoken trust that had grown over the months.

As the conversation inside the restaurant continued, Lieutenant Choi, the team leader, held everyone's attention. It was in this moment that Wonwoo leaned in and whispered softly to you, suggesting a break to enjoy some fresh air.

"You want to go outside?" He asked.

You both slipped out of the bustling restaurant and embarked on a quiet walk nearby.

Under the serene night sky, Wonwoo began to ask you about your personal life, and during the course of the conversation, a revelation slipped out: you were the daughter of Ji Namhyuk, the Commissioner of the department. You tried to convey that you had earned your position through your own hard work, but you couldn't deny the fact that your father's influence might have played a role.

Wonwoo, opening up in return, shared that he had a sister your age. He admitted that every time he looked at you, you reminded him of his sister, which had made it easy for him to form a close bond with you.

He continued, his voice laced with sincerity, "But you have your own charms. You're a quick thinker, a great negotiator, and a potential profiler." His words held a warmth that reassured you, giving you a renewed sense of confidence.

"You want to go outside?" A very same question was asked again. But now in present.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to push aside the overwhelming emotions stirred by this conversation. Wonwoo had once been a respected sunbae (senior) and had managed to break down the walls of reserve you had initially held. As you walked together under the night sky, you couldn't help but appreciate the unique connection that had grown between you two, and it was all gone years ago.

As you and Wonwoo stepped outside the restaurant for that impromptu walk, a mixture of emotions swirled within you. It had been a long time since you had seen each other, and now, fate had brought you back together on the same team. The bond you once shared as mentor and mentee had the potential to grow stronger in this new chapter of your professional lives.

Amidst the soft glow of streetlights, Wonwoo couldn't help but let his curiosity get the best of him. He smiled warmly at you and asked a familiar question, one that he had often posed when you were just a rookie. "How's your progress, Y/n?" His tone held a sense of genuine interest and encouragement.

You couldn't help but smile in response, feeling the familiarity of the moment wash over you. "I've been learning a lot and working hard. Thanks to your guidance back in the past, Sunbae." you replied, your voice reflecting the dedication that had brought you to this point and genuine grateful to him.

Wonwoo's curiosity extended to the rest of the team. "What do you think about Detective Seo?" he inquired, referring to one of your senior colleagues. You thought for a moment and answered, "Detective Seo is a very reliable senior. His experience and knowledge have been invaluable in guiding me."

He then asked about Hansol, another member of the team. "And Hansol?" You considered Hansol's personality and replied, "Hansol is on the calmer side, but he's an astute observer. I think he has the potential to become a great profiler someday."

Next on Wonwoo's list was Seungkwan. "How about Seungkwan?" You chuckled and said, "Seungkwan is a very hardworking junior. He's also quite athletic, which makes him great company when we're out in the field."

Finally, Wonwoo turned his attention to Hyunjin, the rookie of the team. "And what's your take on Hyunjin?"

You grinned playfully, "Well, Hyunjin still has a lot to learn, but he's got a great sense of humor. I think he'll bring some much-needed laughter to the team."

Wonwoo's smile grew warmer as he listened to your answers, his pride evident in his eyes. "You're growing up a lot, Y/n. As a person and as a police officer, and I'm so proud of it."

He then pointed out something that held significant meaning in the world of law enforcement. "I had been mentoring you for two years. Look at you now; you've earned your second stripe," he remarked, referring to the symbol of your ten-year service.

You stopped in your tracks, allowing a few steps of space to form between you and Wonwoo before speaking your mind. "I'm not the same girl from eight years ago, sunbae. These kinds of words won't affect me anymore," you confidently declared, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Wonwoo chuckled softly at your boldness, and he turned his body to continue the walk, leaving you there, flushed with a mix of shyness and nostalgia. "I know," he said over his shoulder, his voice carrying a touch of fondness. "That's why I've always liked you." His words lingered in the air, and you found yourself unable to contain your smile. In this cold night, there's a warmth that you couldn't quite put into words.

In the days following the team dinner, your investigative unit had set its sights on a mysterious building that had drawn attention due to reports of illicit activities. The intel suggested it was a possible hub for prostitution, but the details remained murky. A local resident had come forward, claiming to have witnessed women being forcibly taken into the building from cars, sparking your team's interest.

Seungkwan and Hansol had taken on the daring task of going undercover, posing as customers to gather crucial information from within the establishment. As they emerged from the building, their expressions were visibly perturbed, but their fellow team members couldn't help but chuckle at their less-than-convincing acting efforts.

Amid the laughter, Hansol broke the silence with a disconcerting revelation. "I don't think they're just running your typical prostitution business in there," he confessed, his tone weighed down with concern. "It seems like they're offering something more, Sunbae. Have you ever heard of 'superior IVF'?"

The mention of those words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn't help but whisper in disbelief, "No way..." The gravity of the situation had suddenly escalated beyond what anyone had expected. This was far from a straightforward investigation.

Eager to delve deeper into this enigma, you turned your attention to Seungkwan, who handed you a business card that read "JCare." It was a pivotal lead, and your investigative instincts kicked into high gear. Determined to uncover the truth, you swiftly instructed Hyunjin to initiate a thorough background check on JCare and its key personnel.

"Is IVF means egg donor?" Wonwoo asked, his brow furrowing with concern, and you nodded in response. "I think they're not only running a prostitution business but also involved in women trafficking," he speculated.

Detective Seo, always composed and analytical, chimed in, "We need to gather more information about this business to build a solid case against them."

As your team continued discussing JCare and the mysterious activities within, a deeper and darker picture began to emerge. JCare, it appeared, was no ordinary business. It was a clandestine operation offering a range of illicit services, including prostitution, the sale of women's eggs, and illegal organ donation.

The troubling part was that information about the sources and suppliers of these services remained elusive. It posed a significant challenge to your investigation, as uncovering the origins and intricacies of JCare's operations was crucial to dismantling the entire network.

"We need to get inside their operation," Detective Seo concluded, his mind working quickly to devise a plan. "How about another undercover operation, a carefully prepared one? We could pose as a couple interested in obtaining 'superior IVF,'" he suggested.

Hyunjin and Seungkwan seemed intrigued by the idea. Seungkwan chimed in, "That way, we can gather more data about their victims. They might even show us profiles of potential egg donors," he said as he scrolled through JCare's website.

The question of who would play the undercover couple's roles hung in the air, and Detective Seo's gaze fell upon you. "No!" you protested, met with objections from Hyunjin, Seungkwan, and Senior Detective Seo Taekwang. "You're the only woman on our team, Detective Ji," Taekwang pointed out.

Hansol raised the question of who would play the husband, and you interjected with a resolute "absolutely not!" when Taekwang named was mentioned. Hyunjin supported your protest, but it led to an unexpected slap from Taekwang after he humorously reasoned that you wouldn't want to marry someone who looked like Detective Seo.

With no other options in sight, all eyes turned to Jeon Wonwoo. He had remained silent, seemingly lost in thought until he suddenly became the center of attention. Clearing his throat, he began, "We can explore alternative plans, perhaps—"

Before he could continue, Hyunjin swiftly suggested, "Captain Jeon could be the husband." The idea hung in the air for a moment, and Wonwoo blinked, clearly taken aback by the unexpected proposal. The room awaited his response, and it seemed that the team was inching closer to a risky, yet potentially crucial, operation.

Hyunjin couldn't help but comment on the outward appearance of you and Wonwoo, observing your attire and the aura you both exuded. "You guys do look like a rich couple," he remarked, noticing the branded items and the air of affluence that seemed to surround you. It was an essential element to make the JCare staff believe you could afford their high-end services.

Taekwang added with a mischievous grin, "Let's practice holding hands!" His suggestion was met with a protest from you. "It's not like I've never held a man's hand before," you reasoned, attempting to downplay the situation.

Taekwang chuckled, his laughter echoing in the room. "Really? You've been working so diligently to earn those two stripes and that Detective 3 badge you have. You never seem to have time for dating," he commented, a knowing look in his eyes.

His words struck a chord with you, and you couldn't help but pout, unable to deny the truth in his statement. The path you had chosen had demanded dedication and commitment, leaving little room for personal relationships. Wonwoo, as the reliable partner, gladly reached out and held your hand as you practiced the motions of a seemingly affectionate couple. He looked at you with a hint of amusement and asked, "Am I doing a good job, babe?"

A soft smile tugged at your lips, appreciating his professionalism and adaptability. "You're doing great, honey," you replied, practicing the affectionate nicknames that would help sell your cover as Mr. and Mrs. Kim.

As you and Wonwoo drove to JCare, you continued rehearsing your roles and discussing the details of your mission. Analyzing the services JCare offered, the sources of their operations, their target market, and the individuals who might be behind this dark enterprise became paramount. Hyunjin had planted listening devices on both of you to discreetly record every conversation you would have with Dr. Park Jinah, the person who would assist you once you arrived at JCare.

With each passing moment, the weight of the mission grew, but you and Wonwoo were determined to unravel the secrets behind JCare's operations. Under the guise of Mr. and Mrs. Kim, a prosperous couple seeking superior DNA for their future child, you approached your destination, ready to delve into the heart of the enigma.

Seated in the tastefully decorated room at JCare, you and Wonwoo started your act as Mr. And Mrs. Kim, portraying a wealthy couple with a fervent desire for superior genetic traits in their future child. "We're very interested in ensuring that our child has exceptional DNA," you began, your tone measured and earnest. "Both of us, Mr. Kim and I, are aware that we don't have strong intellectual genes, but we want our child to be intelligent."

Dr. Park, a picture of professionalism, nodded and smiled in response. "Many couples come to JCare with similar aspirations. We specialize in providing top-notch genetic services."

Wonwoo joined the conversation, further solidifying your cover story. "Our friends highly recommended this place. They spoke very highly of your services."

Dr. Park's satisfaction was evident, and she proceeded to share profiles of potential egg donors with you. These women came from diverse backgrounds, ranging from working professionals to college students and even a high schooler. As you perused the profiles, your heart skipped a beat when you encountered a familiar name – Kang Hyejin. She was unmistakably one of the victims in the gruesome murder case involving Park Jiheon.

Despite the shock that coursed through you, you managed to keep your composure and asked to see more details about Kang Hyejin. "Could you provide us with more information about this particular donor, Kang Hyejin?"

Dr. Park's reaction was a brief hesitation, but she eventually complied. "Ah, Kang Hyejin. She's a truly remarkable young woman. She boasts a strong educational background and excellent health."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Wonwoo as you continued to feign interest, all the while trying to suppress the dread that threatened to consume you. "We're very interested in her genetic traits," Wonwoo stated with practiced enthusiasm, hoping that his eagerness wouldn't arouse any suspicion.

However, Dr. Park's response sent a palpable chill down your spine. "I'm afraid Kang Hyejin is currently out of the country, and she won't be available for several weeks."

Your mind raced as you processed this newfound information. Kang Hyejin, the girl who had met such a tragic end, was undeniably connected to JCare. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on both you and Wonwoo, and in that fleeting moment of silence, you silently acknowledged that this case had taken a much darker and more ominous turn.

The entire 8th unit stood in stunned disbelief as they traced the red line, connecting the dots of a horrifying revelation. A shiver ran down your spine, the chilling truth finally coming to light. The evidence pointed to a sinister connection between the deceased JJ Label trainees and JCare, both ensnared in a web of exploitation and deception.

The breakthrough came through an exhaustive joint investigation with journalist Park Hyebin, who had met Kang Hyejin mere days before her tragic demise in the lake. It unraveled a harrowing tale of coercion and manipulation, revealing how girls from the label were coerced into serving the interests of the Jung Group, a business empire presided over by the affluent and influential Jung Seokpa.

The promises of a debut were nothing more than a cruel facade, a hollow enticement used to ensnare these young women. Instead of stepping into the spotlight, they vanished, conveniently reported as being 'out of the country,' leaving their dreams shattered.

The involvement of Jung Jaehyung, the heir of the Jung legacy, along with his cousins, Jung Junghyuk and Yoo Taesuk, added a grim dimension to the case. The revelation that Park Jiheon, Yang Jerry, and Kim Bomjae were the perpetrators sent shockwaves through the unit.

"We've discovered that Jung Jaehyung had a history of being hospitalized, a near-drowning incident in the water. Subsequently, the family doctor identified sociopathic traits in Jaehyung," you relayed, your voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and apprehension. The depth of the darkness surrounding this case was beyond comprehension. All make sense on why every victim was founded near the bodies of water.

Meanwhile, Jeon Wonwoo, their team leader, abruptly left the room, leaving the rest of the team in a state of confusion as they diligently worked on their reports, seeking pursuit permission. You gave a subtle signal for them to continue while you decided to go after him.

A short walk led you to the station's back yard, where you found Wonwoo seated, his head bowed and shoulders trembling with emotion. You stood a few feet behind him, allowing him his moment of privacy. The distance between you two made it seem as though you were invisible to him. You watched as he released his pent-up feelings, allowing the weight on his shoulders to be carried by the solitude.

Once he composed himself, you approached him silently. His glasses, dropped and forgotten in the turmoil of his emotions, rested on the ground. You gently picked them up, careful not to disrupt his fragile state. As you handed him his glasses, he turned to you, surprise evident in his eyes. He quickly wiped away any lingering tears, attempting to regain his composure.

Wonwoo's gaze held a mix of surprise and gratitude as he took back his glasses. "What brings you here?" he inquired, his voice carrying a note of curiosity.

You remained silent for a moment, simply looking at him, feeling the weight of the moment. Finally, you took a seat beside him, the gravity of the conversation settling between you. "Sunbae," you began, your tone gentle yet serious, "I need to tell you about Jeon Wonhee."

His brow furrowed in slight confusion, clearly not expecting this topic. He listened attentively as you explained that you found out Jeon Wonhee was his sister as you have worked on the case. "Her situation was different," you continued, your voice steady. "She was in a relationship with Yoo Taesuk, but she discovered he was cheating on her. When she confronted him, it escalated, and she was stabbed by Taesuk. That's why she was the only one found with stab wounds, while the others were drowned."

Wonwoo's expression shifted, a mix of relief and sorrow crossing his features. It was a heavy revelation, finally uncovering the truth about his sister's tragic fate. "Thank you for telling me," he said sincerely. "I've been searching for answers for so long."

He sighed, a hint of disappointment tinging his voice. "Losing the evidence against Taesuk all those years ago... it's been a weight on my shoulders. Why did it have to take eight years to finally find the person responsible?"

You could sense the frustration and regret in his words, understanding the long and difficult journey he had been on to seek justice for his sister. As you revealed the truth about the lost evidence from eight years ago, a palpable guilt settled within you. You couldn't shake the weight of being one of the reasons why justice had been delayed for so long. Taking a deep breath, you turned to Wonwoo, your expression filled with remorse.

"Sunbae," you began, your voice tinged with regret. "When i was the one assigned to find the knife that was used to kill Jeon Wonhee, i worked tirelessly. Eventually, I tracked it down to a knife seller near the river. He claimed to have a knife with blood on it and had been holding onto it, just in case."

You continued, the weight of the memory pressing on you. "I sent it to the forensic lab, and I was certain we had the evidence we needed. Yoo Taesuk's fingerprints and DNA were a match, 100%. But then... it disappeared. The forensic team wouldn't give me another copy of the results, citing orders from my father."

Wonwoo's eyes was filled with emotions. "Your father... Ji Commissioner, he ordered us to stop the investigation." he murmured, putting the pieces together. He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and inquiry. "You couldn't confront him.." He said.

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the ground. "Yes. I haven't had any communication with him for almost eight years, ever since I was transferred out of the team." You paused, steeling yourself for what you needed to say next. "But, since then i began to suspect that there might be a connection between Yoo Taesuk and my father. I couldn't shake the feeling that my own father may have been involved in covering up the truth."

Wonwoo's shock was evident, his eyes wide with realization. He had assumed you were in cahoots with your father, but now he found out the depth of your conflict.

Wonwoo's eyes were filled with a mix of curiosity and concern as he asked, "Why haven't you talked to your father in all these years?"

A surge of emotions welled up within you, making it difficult to find the right words. Finally, you spoke, your voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and vulnerability. "I... I've been afraid. Afraid that if I confront my father, if I find out that he's truly involved in hiding a crime... it would shatter everything I know. The idea of facing that reality... it terrifies me."

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I couldn't bear the thought of my own father, someone I should be able to trust, being capable of such a thing. It's been easier to keep my distance, to try to find the truth on my own."

Wonwoo's expression softened, his understanding gaze meeting yours. "I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you," he said gently.

There was a brief pause, the weight of the moment settling around you both, before Wonwoo finally spoke again. His voice was gentle, laced with a sincerity that touched your heart. "Y/n, I need to apologize. I've been emotional and oversensitive in the past, especially when it came to this case. I realize now that my actions and words may have left a bad impression of me, and for that, I'm truly sorry."

He took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ground, as if gathering his thoughts. "Losing a chance to bring the person who took my sister's life to justice... it's been a constant ache in my heart. It felt so unfair, just because she wasn't someone with power, and I wasn't either. It's haunted me for years."

He turned to you, his gaze sincere and vulnerable. "The things I said to you that day... I regret them. I was being childish and emotional. It's a flaw of mine, how my feelings can often lead me to overreact. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, Y/n."

His apology hung in the air, filled with a raw honesty that resonated deeply. The weight of past grievances seemed to lift. As the night enveloped you both, a sense of quiet understanding settled in the air. The moon cast a gentle glow, illuminating the world with a soft, silvery light. The atmosphere was hushed, as if nature itself was holding its breath, allowing this moment of reconciliation to unfold. There was an unspoken connection between you and Wonwoo, forged through years of shared pain and the pursuit of justice. The weight of past misunderstandings and hurts seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of empathy and compassion. The night seemed to hold a certain kind of magic, a bittersweet beauty that whispered of healing and redemption.

You spoke gently, your words carrying the weight of your own experiences. "I felt unfair, but I understand now. I would do the same if something like that happened to my family." The sincerity in your voice resonated in the stillness of the night.

You looked at him and smiled, "i forgive you."

Wonwoo listened, his gaze fixed on you. There was a vulnerability in his expression, a raw openness that he rarely showed. The air seemed to crackle with a subtle electricity, as if the universe itself acknowledged the significance of this moment.

Then, he returned the smile, his eyes filled with gratitude and a touch of relief. "Thank you, Y/n. I can't tell you how much your forgiveness means to me."

As you looked at each other, bathed in the moonlight, there was a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey you had embarked upon. The night held a sense of possibility, a promise of closure.

Wonwoo's hand hesitated for a moment, before gently finding its place in yours. His palm met yours, fingers intertwining, a silent promise conveyed through the touch. "Let's do this together," he said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, "Let's find out the truth together."

A warm rush of gratitude and determination washed over you, radiating from your clasped hands. You met his gaze, a smile blooming on your lips, carrying the weight of shared purpose.

In that moment, beneath the gentle night sky, a bond was solidified. It was a promise of solidarity, a pledge to seek justice, and a testament to the strength that could be found in unity.

The two of you instinctively leaned in, embracing one another. It was a hug that held layers of meaning—support, comfort, and a shared resolve to face the challenges ahead. In that moment, beneath the quiet expanse of the night sky, you both found solace in the understanding that you were no longer alone in your pursuit of truth.

You found yourself standing in front of your parents' house, a place you hadn't set foot in for eight long years. The maid, a familiar face from your past, was visibly shaken by your sudden appearance. The story of your abrupt departure and vow never to return had become something of legend in this household, and your unexpected visit sent ripples of surprise through its walls.

Stepping through the threshold, you were met with the scent of familiar surroundings and the echoes of distant memories. Your mother, equally taken aback by your presence, greeted you with a mix of astonishment and concern.

"I need to meet Dad," you stated, your tone tinged with a simmering anger. She moved to invite you to sit and talk, a motherly instinct to understand, but you refused. "It's work related," you added, choosing your words carefully. You hinted at your father's potential candidacy for the position of national commissioner, a piece of information that carried weight in this household.

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent undercurrent beneath the surface. Your mother, caught between concern for your well-being and the gravity of the situation, nodded in reluctant understanding. There was a complex history between you, your father, and this house, one that had remained unresolved for far too long.

As you prepared to face the man who held such influence in your life, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the past pressing upon you.

You entered his office, the familiar scent of polished wood and papers filling the air. His eyes flicked up from the document he was studying, momentarily surprised at your presence. You saluted him, a formal gesture that seemed incongruous in the face of your own father.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, masking any deeper emotions he might be feeling. "I'm not the National Commissioner yet," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. His surprise was thinly veiled, but he quickly regained his composure.

Without much preamble, you handed him the report you had painstakingly prepared. It was a straightforward account, outlining the relationship between your father, the owner of Jung Group, and their support for him. It also contained evidence of his involvement in tampering with a murder case.

"Where did you get this? Yoon Jeonghan himself?" he inquired, his tone grating on your nerves, as if he wasn't directly involved in the injustice that had plagued your past.

You closed your eyes, struggling to reconcile the betrayal of someone you had considered a friend, a partner in justice. Jeonghan had listened to your pain, all the while knowing the truth. It was a wound that cut deep.

"I found it on my own," you replied, your voice steady, though your heart pounded in your chest.

His smile was self-assured. "Impressive. When you mentioned wanting to follow in my footsteps as a police officer, I admit I had my doubts. But I've heard nothing but praise about your work. Perhaps you'd like to be a captain once I assume the role of National Commissioner?"

You took a deep breath, disbelief washing over you. "We're discussing a police officer who manipulated proof and let a murderer of someone else's daughter go free," you emphasized, your voice tinged with frustration. "I understand you care more about your career and social standing than your family, but have you ever considered what if it were me?"

His response was callous, focusing on the perceived greater good. "I did it for the sake of the police force's reputation and for your own position. You could have faced charges for attempting to imprison someone without evidence. I prevented that from happening. I know you've worked hard to get to where you are."

There was a weighted silence before you spoke, determination filling your voice. "It's good that you recognize my hard work. I suggest you confess your mistakes before I expose this to the public and you find yourself in handcuffs."

"Watch your tongue! You're putting yourself in danger. Jung Group is not someone you could play with," he warned.

"It was you who played with fire first. Allow me to handle the heat on my own terms, since you chose not to heed my warning," you retorted before turning on your heel and leaving the house. The weight of your decision hung in the air, a sense of finality settling over you.

As you stepped out of the house, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within you. Anger, frustration, and a simmering determination coursed through your veins. The confrontation with your father had dredged up years of pent-up resentment, and the knowledge of his betrayal stung like a fresh wound.

Yet, beneath the anger, there was a steely resolve. You had faced the truth, confronted your father, and made it clear that you would not stand idly by. The weight of the evidence you held felt both empowering and burdensome. It was a double-edged sword, a weapon that could potentially bring justice, but also a dangerous tool that could upend your own life.

As you walked away from the house, the night seemed to echo your conflicted emotions. The air was heavy with the weight of your decision, and each step felt like a declaration of independence. The streets were quiet, a stark contrast to the storm raging within you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision and threatening to spill over. They were a mix of frustration, anger, and a profound sense of loss. Each tear seemed to carry the weight of years of betrayal and the realization that someone you had trusted so deeply had let you down. Your cheeks glistened with the tracks of your tears, a silent testament to the depth of your emotion. They were a raw, unfiltered expression of the pain that had been stirred up by your confrontation with your father. The ache in your chest seemed to radiate with each heart-wrenching sob, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil within you.

Your breath came in shuddering gasps, the intensity of your feelings threatening to overwhelm you. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing a torrent of pent-up emotions that had been held back for far too long. Each sob seemed to echo in the stillness of the night, a haunting melody of sorrow. In that vulnerable moment, you were both fragile and strong. The tears were a cathartic release, a necessary step in the process of healing and moving forward.

As the tears still clung to your lashes, you fumbled for your phone, fingers trembling slightly. It took a moment, but you mustered the courage to dial Wonwoo's number. There was a hesitation in your voice when he answered, a weight of emotion that seemed to choke your words.

"Sunbae," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I... I met my father." You paused, the enormity of the situation settling heavily in your chest.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Wonwoo's voice, calm and steady, filled your ear. "Y/n, take your time. You don't have to explain anything you're not ready to."

But you needed to. The truth had been bottled up for too long, and it was a relief to finally have someone to share it with. You spoke of the betrayal, the shock of discovering your father's involvement, and the pain that had surged through you. You apologized several times, as if you needed to ask for forgiveness for something that was never your fault.

"I'm so sorry, Sunbae. I'm so sorry." You confessed, your voice cracking with vulnerability.

He listened patiently, offering you the space to unburden yourself. And when you were finished, he simply said, "Where are you? I'm coming to you."

You gave him your location, and within what felt like minutes, you saw his familiar figure approaching. He enveloped you in a comforting embrace, his presence a balm to your wounded soul.

"I'm proud of you, Y/n," he murmured, his voice warm and reassuring. "For being honest with me, and for facing this head-on."

In that moment, you realized that you and Wonwoo were not just partners in the field, but true allies in life's struggles. He shared his own vulnerabilities, the challenges he faced as a police officer, and the weight of responsibility he carried. It was a rare and precious connection, built on trust and understanding.

As you stood there, in the embrace of someone who truly understood, you felt a renewed sense of strength. You were not alone in this battle. With Wonwoo by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The pace of events was dizzying, culminating in the sentencing of everyone implicated in the Jcare trafficking scheme, with Jung Jaehyung facing justice for his central role. Capturing evidence against Jaehyung had been a formidable challenge, given the immense power wielded by his influential father. The reluctance of others to testify against Jaehyung created a seemingly impenetrable fortress of silence, until Wonwoo proposed a daring undercover operation to compel Jaehyung's confession. The stakes were high, prompting contemplation of alternative plans, but you were resolute in your determination to see Jaehyung held accountable.

The mission's objective was clear: obtain a confession from Jung Jaehyung. After exhaustive brainstorming, a crucial insight emerged. It was discovered that Jaehyung had a penchant for intelligent and empathetic women—a preference borne from the shadow of his teenage years and the enigmatic figure of his psychiatrist, who had been one of his earliest victims. Jaehyung had been a prime suspect in her murder at the age of 17. Yet, he had walked free due to insufficient evidence and a well-crafted alibi from his driver, who claimed to have been with him in another city at the time of her death.

The intensity of the operation was unparalleled in your decade-long career as a police officer. The memory of Jaehyung's hands closing around your neck, the desperate struggle for breath when he discovered your true identity, remained vivid. In that raw moment, he had unwittingly revealed his involvement in the deaths of each Jcare victim.

"I just wanted them to be silent, but you know how women are, always talking. So I drowned them."

The struggle for your life was a desperate race against time, every gasp for air a fierce battle against the hands that sought to silence you. Finally breaking free from his suffocating grip, you stared into Jaehyung's eyes, terror mingling with defiance. In that charged moment, you found your voice, attempting to reach the flicker of humanity buried within his darkened soul.

"Jaehyung, I've always believed there's goodness in you," you rasped, the words a plea for him to see reason.

His response, however, was a chilling reminder of the depths to which his darkness had consumed him. The gun in his hand, its cold steel a stark contrast to the warmth of life, was pointed directly at you. Frozen in place, your gaze held his, seeking any hint of the boy he had once been.

"I always thought your mother believed in that goodness, in your capacity to love," you murmured, your voice edged with sorrow.

"You're not your father, Jaehyung. You've proven that through your own accomplishments, your own path," you continued, hoping to reach the fractured soul before you.

His bitter chuckle echoed through the room, the sound a discordant symphony of anguish and despair. "If I'm truly good, then why can't I stop this darkness within me? Why can't I stop killing?"

You spoke gently, offering a lifeline to a wounded soul. "Controlling your emotions is a monumental task, especially when they've never been validated. It's hard to be honest with yourself when your heart has been denied its truth."

"What do you feel right now, Jaehyung?" You asked gently, trying to spend time as you wait your team to come.

With a voice laced with turmoil, Jaehyung confessed, "I'm angry. Furious that you've lied to me. My heart is pounding, urging me to end you, to submerge you in the very bathtub just steps away."

A pregnant pause followed, your senses on high alert. "Is that what you truly want? To extinguish a life, to silence a heart forever? Will it bring you the peace you seek, or will it only leave you with a void stained by regret?"

"Fuck!" He roared, the anguish in his voice echoing through the room. The gun drew nearer, its cold gaze unwavering. "No one comprehends the exhilaration, the release that comes with snuffing out their last breath. Don't presume to understand."

In the haunting seconds that followed, the echo of a gunshot shattered the stillness, followed by the searing pain of a bullet tearing through your body. Darkness claimed your senses, the world fading away as the abyss welcomed you.

The chaos and urgency gripped the team as they raced towards your location, their senses heightened by the gravity of the situation. Wonwoo's heart pounded in his chest, anxiety clawing at him, as he navigated through the frenzied traffic. He had overheard your conversation with Jaehyung, having planted a listening device during your previous therapy session. The decision to let you confront Jaehyung alone had been met with his vehement opposition, sensing the peril in allowing you to face a man with such a dark history on your own.

As Hyunjin relayed the news of the escalating danger, Wonwoo's heart sank. Time was slipping away, urging him to move faster. Arriving at the building, he displayed his credentials to the security team, urgency etched on his face. With swift precision, he directed his team to position themselves, preparing for the confrontation ahead.

Then, a call from Hyunjin shattered the air, carrying with it the weight of your peril. Wonwoo's heart seized in his chest, the dread threatening to engulf him. "Captain! We need to capture Jung Jaehyung. Y/n sunbae was being shot by a gun."

Without hesitation, Wonwoo and his team stormed into the office, the deafening silence broken only by the pounding of their footsteps. A gunshot rang out, the sound cutting through the tension, followed by Jaehyung's pained groan. He was swiftly subdued, the handcuffs securing his hands.

Wonwoo's eyes met Jaehyung's, a mixture of fury and anguish. He could see the blood staining Jaehyung's trembling hands, a cruel testament to the violence that had unfolded. But his focus swiftly shifted as Hansol provided the crucial information about your location.

With a fierce determination, Wonwoo sprinted towards the bathroom, his breath ragged. The sight that met him was a cruel tableau of despair. Your body lay in the bathtub, water lapping at your still form, a gunshot wound marring your shoulder.

"Call the medic!" Wonwoo instructed Hansol as Hansol following it, explaining the situation to the medic on the phone.

Acting on instinct, Wonwoo hoisted you from the water, the icy shock of it biting at him. He laid you gently on the floor, his hands moving with practiced urgency. Checking for signs of life, he could feel the icy grip of fear tightening around his heart. He wasted no time, initiating CPR and delivering rescue breaths.

"Wake up, Y/n," he pleaded, each compression a desperate plea for your return. Time seemed to blur, every second stretching into eternity as he fought to pull you back from the precipice. His focus was unyielding, his soul tethered to yours, willing you to come back to him.

The room seemed to close in around them, time stretched thin as the battle for your life raged on. Wonwoo's efforts were valiant, each compression and rescue breath delivered with a precision borne of training and desperation. Yet, your eyes remained closed, the cruel silence of unconsciousness a painful testament to the gravity of the situation.

Exhaustion clawed at Wonwoo, his breaths labored, but he pressed on, refusing to yield. Then, like a lifeline, Hansol swiftly took over, trading places with Wonwoo to continue the vital compressions. The rhythm was unbroken, a symphony of desperate hope and fierce determination.

In the midst of the struggle, a haunting memory tore through Wonwoo's mind. The loss of his junior five years ago, a wound that had never truly healed, rose to the surface. He had been so immersed in capturing the culprit that he hadn't noticed his partner, his loyal junior, succumbing to a gunshot wound, the life seeping from him as they waited for help that arrived too late.

The memory weighed heavily on Wonwoo, a haunting echo of a past he couldn't forget. In that moment, the room around him seemed to blur, the present and the past intertwining in a cruel twist of fate. He felt the weight of his responsibility, not just as a detective, but as a protector of those he cared about.

Wonwoo's voice, laced with urgency and dread, cut through the air. "Where is the medic?!" His eyes never left your form, his hand applying steady pressure to your shoulder, a desperate attempt to stem the flow of blood. The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all.

The sounds of the room became muffled, a distant buzz in his ears as he focused on you, on the life hanging in the balance. He couldn't afford to lose you, not after everything you'd been through together. His movements became more determined, each compression a silent promise that he wouldn't let history repeat itself.

As he worked tirelessly, he couldn't help but pray silently, a plea to whatever force governed life and death. This time, he vowed, he wouldn't let the darkness claim someone he cared about. His hands moved with a fierce urgency, a silent promise to you and to himself that he would fight for your survival with every ounce of his being.

The sterile scent of the hospital room seemed to permeate every corner, a reminder of the seriousness of the situation. Wonwoo sat by your bedside, his gaze fixed on your still form, willing for any sign of movement.

The surgery had been a success, and the doctors had assured him that you were on the path to recovery. Yet, seeing you in this state, connected to monitors and surrounded by the hum of machines, was a stark reminder of just how close he had come to losing you.

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor provided a steady backdrop to the quiet, a reminder that you were still here, still fighting.

Minutes felt like hours, each passing second filled with a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety. Wonwoo couldn't help but let his mind drift, his thoughts racing through the events that had led to this moment. The mission, the confrontation with Jaehyung, and the terrifying moment when he had received the call about your condition - it all seemed like a blur.

And then, finally, there was a shift. Your eyelids fluttered, a sign that consciousness was returning. Wonwoo's heart skipped a beat, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. He leaned in closer, his voice gentle and filled with relief. "Y/n, can you hear me?"

Your eyes slowly opened, and for a moment, they seemed to search the room, as if trying to make sense of where you were. Then, they settled on Wonwoo, a flicker of recognition in your gaze. It was a small yet significant victory, a sign that you were coming back to him.

He couldn't help but smile, the weight that had settled in his chest since that fateful moment in Jaehyung's office finally beginning to lift. "You had us worried there," he admitted softly. "But you're strong. You made it through."

As you gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, the sterile scent of the hospital room enveloped you. The soft beeping of the monitors provided a steady rhythm, grounding you in the present moment. Wonwoo's presence was a reassuring anchor. His voice reached you, gentle and filled with concern, asking if you could hear him. You turned your gaze towards him, finding comfort in his familiar face.He spoke with a mix of relief and tenderness, updating you on what had transpired. You absorbed the information, piece by piece, trying to make sense of the events that had led you here. As he recounted the mission, the confrontation with Jaehyung, and the moments that followed, you felt a surge of gratitude towards the man sitting beside you. He had been there, every step of the way, unwavering in his support.

The hospital room was bathed in the gentle glow of muted lamplight, casting a serene ambiance. The scent of antiseptic lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of the sterile environment. Machines hummed softly in the background, their rhythmic melodies providing a steady cadence to the room.

You nestled in the hospital bed, the sheets cocooning you in their crisp embrace. The warmth of the blankets provided a sense of security, a stark contrast to the harrowing ordeal you had just endured. Your gaze was fixed on the window, where the night sky held its own secrets, distant stars blinking in silent solidarity.

Beside you, Wonwoo sat in vigilant watch, his presence a steadfast anchor. His eyes held a mixture of relief and concern, a reflection of the tumultuous events that had unfolded. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise of support.

You took a deep breath, the scent of the hospital giving way to the familiar scent of Wonwoo's cologne. It was a grounding force, a reminder that you were not alone in this moment of vulnerability. With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you found the courage to share your innermost fears.

"I was so scared, Wonwoo," your voice broke the quietude, a tremor betraying the weight of the memory. "When Jaehyung dragged me to that bathroom after he shot me... it felt like the world was closing in."

Wonwoo's arms enveloped you, his embrace offering both solace and strength. His voice, soft yet firm, spoke words of reassurance. "You're safe now, Y/n. You don't have to carry that fear alone. I'm here for you, always."

His words were a lifeline, pulling you back from the precipice of darkness. In that embrace, you found a sanctuary—a space where vulnerability was met with unwavering support. As you rested against him, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in tandem with your own.

As you nestled in his embrace, the weight of the past events began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of security and trust. Wonwoo's presence was a steady anchor, grounding you in the present, assuring you that you were not alone in this journey.

With a sigh, you leaned into him, finding solace in his warmth. "Thank you" you murmured, your voice carrying a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "For being here, for... for everything."

Wonwoo's hand gently stroked your back, a gesture of comfort and understanding. "You don't need to thank me, Y/n," he replied, his tone gentle yet resolute.

The words settled around you like a protective cloak, wrapping you in a sense of belonging. In Wonwoo's arms, you felt seen and valued, your emotions honored and acknowledged. It was a rare and precious connection, one that went beyond the bounds of partnership.

The minutes ticked by in a comfortable silence, each breath a reminder of the resilience that had brought you to this moment. Outside, the world carried on, but within the confines of that hospital room, it felt as though time stood still.

The warmth of Wonwoo's embrace and the steady rise and fall of your breaths provided a sense of security that was both grounding and reassuring. Your eyes locked to each other and slowly closed as you leaned into a kiss, you could feel the tension melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and connection. It's the electric touch of lips meeting, a gentle exploration of warmth and tenderness. As your lips gently press against each other, there's a softness that envelopes both of you, a sensation that transcends the physical and ventures into the realm of the emotional. It's a meeting of souls, an unspoken language that conveys affection, desire, and trust between you and Wonwoo. In that fleeting moment, time seems to stand still. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the two of you locked in a tender embrace. It's a sensation of vulnerability, of allowing someone to get close enough to touch a part of your heart.

Eventually, the kiss was interrupted by the distant shuffle of footsteps in the corridor. It was a subtle reminder that the world continued to turn, carrying with it new challenges and triumphs. With a smile, Wonwoo shifted slightly, his gaze meeting yours.

"I should let you rest," he suggested, a trace of reluctance in his voice. "You need your strength for the road ahead."

You nodded, a mix of gratitude and weariness coloring your expression. As Wonwoo helped you settle back into the bed, you felt a renewed sense of determination coursing through you. Together, you would face whatever challenges awaited, fortified by the unbreakable bond you had forged.

As your eyes fluttered closed, a sense of calm settled over you, accompanied by the knowledge that you were not alone. Wonwoo stood vigil, a silent sentinel, his presence a beacon of reassurance in the quiet room.

And as sleep claimed you, you knew that when you awoke, you would face the future with renewed strength and unwavering resolve, guided by the steady presence of the man who had become so much more than a partner—a true confidant and a source of immeasurable strength.

Wonwoo couldn't believe his eyes when he walked into the office and saw you sitting there so casually. It had only been five days since the near-tragic incident, and you'd had just three days to recover from the surgery. Seeing you back at your desk with a support device for your left shoulder surprised him.

He was on the verge of expressing his relief and concern, but then Taekwang's arrival to the office, along with his obvious excitement upon seeing you, made Wonwoo decide to postpone his lecture for another time.

Wonwoo's eyes were fixed on you, a mix of relief and worry etched across his features. He couldn't believe you were sitting there so casually, only three days after your surgery. The support device on your left shoulder was a stark reminder of the ordeal you had been through.

As Hyunjin rushed in, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, Wonwoo instinctively pulled him back, sparing you from a potentially painful hug. It was clear he was being protective, though he masked it with practicality.

"Sunbaeeee!" Hyunjin's voice trembled with emotion. "I was so worried!"

You offered him a reassuring smile, understanding the depth of concern that had gripped your teammate. "I'm here, Hyunjin. I'm alright."

Wonwoo, still holding Hyunjin back, asked about Hansol and Seungkwan. It was a testament to his vigilant nature that he was already thinking about the whereabouts of the rest of the team.

"They've gone for coffee," you replied, your eyes lighting up at the thought. "I can't wait to have some too."

This statement, however, didn't sit well with Wonwoo. His brows furrowed in concern, he immediately went into protective mode. "You shouldn't be drinking coffee until you've finished your medicine. No! you shouldn't be here at least until next Monday. What are you doing here?"

His words were a blend of gentle scolding and genuine care, revealing just how much he valued your well-being. It was a side of him that you had come to appreciate, and it warmed your heart to see how much he cared.

"I just missed everyone," you admitted with a small smile, "and the hospital sent me home, but I didn't want to be alone in my apartment."

Wonwoo's concern was evident as he inquired, "How did you get here then?"

"By cab," you replied, feeling a touch of independence in your voice.

Before Hyunjin could even offer to drive you back, Wonwoo swiftly intervened, "I'll take you home, Y/n. It's not too far, right?"

You nodded, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, sunbae. That would be great." As you looked at Wonwoo, you couldn't help but notice the subtle way he glanced around the office, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. It didn't take a detective's intuition to see that he wanted to spend more time with you.

The car ride with Wonwoo was filled with a sense of comfort and ease. You could feel the concern radiating from him, and it warmed your heart. As you shared snippets of your time at the hospital, you couldn't help but emphasize how much you had missed him.

"It was pretty lonely, you know," you admitted, glancing over at him. "Even though some officers came to keep me company, it just wasn't the same. I missed you a lot."

Wonwoo's smile was a balm to your soul, a silent reassurance that he felt the same way. The atmosphere in the car was cozy, the air filled with a sense of companionship that felt so natural.

As he drove, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his presence. The fact that he had taken the time to personally drive you home spoke volumes. It was a gesture that made you feel cherished and valued.

Finally, as he parked the car, he turned to you, his eyes warm and gentle. "I'm glad you're safe now, Y/n. You've been through a lot," he said softly. "And now, you're finally here. For me."

His words held a tenderness that made your heart swell. You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. "Thank you, Sunbae," you replied sincerely. "I'm just glad to be back, and with you."

Without another word, he opened his arms, offering a warm embrace. It was a hug that felt like coming home, a silent affirmation of the bond that had grown between you. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.You settled into the embrace, feeling the steady beat of Wonwoo's heart against your own. It was a moment of quiet comfort, a reminder of the unspoken connection that had grown between you.

"Sunbae, I..." you began, but before you could finish, Wonwoo gently interrupted.

"Y/n, when it's just the two of us, can you call me something else?" he asked, his voice soft. "Something a bit more... personal?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his, and you could see a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. It was a rare sight, one that made your heart swell with affection.

"Of course," you said, a small smile playing at your lips. "What would you like me to call you?"

He considered for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. "How about... Love? Babe? Honey? Wonwoo is fine."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Wonwoo it is then."

The two of you lingered in the embrace for a while longer, content in each other's company. Eventually, you pulled away, though the warmth of the moment still lingered.

"Thank you for everything, Wonwoo," you said sincerely. "For being there for me, for taking care of me."

He smiled, a genuine and heartfelt expression. "It's my pleasure, Y/n. I'll always be here for you." He leaned himself as his lips touched yours for a light but sweet peck.

"Have a rest, okay? I'll come after lunch, alright?" You nodded to his promise.

As you exited the car and made your way to your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you. You were grateful for Wonwoo, for his unwavering support and the special connection you shared. It was a feeling you knew you would carry with you, long after this moment had passed.

"Ya! What is this?" you inquired sharply, your voice cutting through the air. Heads turned, including Wonwoo's, all eyes focused on you. You read the words aloud, the screen casting a pale glow on your face. Boo Seungkwan's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and guilt washing over him.

"Boo Seungkwan, what on earth are you doing with this?!" Your voice thundered, carrying a weight that drew the attention of everyone in the room. Curiosity piqued, they hurried over to see what had caused such a reaction. Seungkwan, the real culprit, rushed to his computer, frantically closing the file. The title, "To The Rescue," was barely visible to the others, but for you, it stood out starkly, your name boldly etched as the main character of the fiction Seungkwan had crafted.

"What? What's wrong?" Jeon Wonwoo's voice was laced with innocence, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Your gaze remained fixed on your junior, his head now lowered, eyes fixed on the floor. "Explain," you demanded, your tone firm, awaiting an account of his actions.

"It's a story I wrote..." Seungkwan's voice was barely audible, a mixture of regret and embarrassment coloring his words. He went on to explain that he had been working on a fiction piece centered around his job, wanting to incorporate a romantic element. Stuck on character names, he had decided to use yours and Wonwoo's. As he spoke, Wonwoo approached the computer and began to read the opening sentences, his expression growing more serious with each passing word.

"Boo Seungkwan, you can't do this," Wonwoo, as the team leader, advised firmly. His words held weight, carrying the authority of someone who understood the implications of such actions.

You let out a heavy sigh, pointing a finger at Seungkwan. "If I see this file on your computer by tonight, I'll delete it myself, and your career goes with it." The threat hung in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamic at play.

You turned and left the room, the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. Seungkwan's eyes pleaded with Wonwoo, silently begging for intervention. Despite being the chief's son, Seungkwan understood that your position held enough influence to shape his future, as well as Wonwoo's.

Wonwoo, too, sighed, a mixture of disappointment and concern etched on his face. "Follow her instructions. I want you to provide me with a summary of the basic deductions, and send it to me by tomorrow morning. Vernon, ensure that our friend here carries out his punishment." Vernon nodded in agreement, his expression respectful as Wonwoo exited the room, leaving Seungkwan to grapple with the weight of his actions.

The atmosphere in the room hung heavy with tension, the repercussions of Seungkwan's impulsive decision reverberating through the air. It was a stark reminder of the importance of responsibility and the consequences that could arise from overstepping boundaries, even in the realm of fiction.

"You can do it, bro." Vernon tapped his friend's shoulder.

The end.

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Let's talk about the retconned lore from Metroid Prime

Way back in 2002, Metroid Prime was released for Gamecube in the United States. Play through the game, and you'll eventually reach the final boss, who is also named metroid prime! But just who is metroid prime? Well, the original release of the game had quite a lot of things to say about the final boss! There were space pirate logs that detail how the creature came to appear in its final state. You get to read about the formidable beast, and how the pirates tried and failed to keep it contained. Eventually, you get to have a showdown with this terrifying creature you've heard so much about.

A couple months later, the game released in Europe, and several of the pirate log entries were completely revised, scrubbing away most mentions of metroid prime. The creature was no longer built up as a villain, but only mentioned in passing and left largely mysterious until the final encounter. These changes would persist for subsequent versions of the game, and the original NTSC logs would not be acknowledged again.

What happened? Why did they change so much in the PAL version? Well, let's start by taking a closer look at the log entries we're not supposed to see. The following log entries are courtesy of the independent Metroid Wiki, and you can read all the old and new logs there.

The retconned logs

The following logs are all from the NTSC version of the game, and none of them appear in subsequent versions.

Pirate Data: "Metroid Prime" Test subject Z-d, hereafter referred to as Metroid Prime, was recently discovered in a cavern by mining crews. It quickly dispatched the miners, but was eventually contained by security units and drones. Once contained, we were able to begin studies upon Metroid Prime. The results have been astonishing. It is genetically similar to a Metroid, albeit on a high evolved level. It displays a limitless capacity for Phazon infusion and shows no Phazon-based degeneration whatsoever. It continues to grow in size, and while it has manifested some psychotic behavior, the cold field we use to pacify remain effective. Authorization for advanced studies on Metroid Prime have been approved.

This entry describes how the pirates chanced upon metroid prime and managed to capture it. It likely looked very different at this point in time, since they were able to subdue it and still had a lot of growing to do. They decide to keep it as a research subject.

Pirate Data: "Prime Breach" Subject Metroid Prime's breach has been contained. Reports indicate that it sensed a large batch of raw Phazon in the lab from within its stasis tank and broke through the glass, using previously unsuspected strength. Besides consuming all of the Phazon, Metroid Prime assimilated several weapons and defense systems from fallen security units. It has suffered no ill effect from said assimilation: indeed, it began to use its newly acquired weapons against us. Once we pacified it, we were unable to remove the assimilated gear without threat to Metroid Prime — the gear is now an integral part of its body. Command is intrigued by this newfound ability, and has ordered further study to commence at once.

This entry describes an incident where metroid prime escaped containment and got a hold of some space pirate weapons. The technology was permanently melded to its body and instantly made it much more threatening. Nonetheless, they were able to contain the creature for further study.

Pirate Data: "Prime Mutations" Metroid Prime continues to feed and grow ever larger in the impact crater caves. Its hunger knows no bounds, and it has begun to manifest unusual mutations since its breach. These include armor plating on its epidermis and mechanical outgrowths that generate defense screens. These screens render it invulnerable to most weapon systems, but a flaw in the mutation leads to increased vulnerability to certain weapons. It compensates for this by shifting the screens quickly. This latest development concerns Security units greatly: they feel it's a matter of time before Metroid Prime corrects this defect and renders itself invulnerable to all weaponry. Containment would be nigh impossible if this were to occur.

The pirates continue to monitor metroid prime, and take note that it is only growing more powerful. It now has armor plating and defensive screens that block most types of damage, and the pirates grow anxious that it might soon become completely impervious.

Pirate Data: "Chozo Artifacts" We are particularly interested in a number of curious Chozo Artifacts we have been able to recover from a number of religious sites on Tallon IV. These relics resonate with power, and yet we are unable to harness them in any way. Science Team is attempting to fuse them together with Phazon, believing that a link might exist between them. We know that these Artifacts are linked to the Chozo Temple that block full access to the Impact Crater. We have yet to crack this enigma, however. Command grows impatient regarding this matter: results must be produced soon.

I am including this log for the sake of completeness, even though it has nothing to do with metroid prime. It was replaced with a similarly-worded log, the only difference being that the new log implies that the space pirates have no knowledge of the artifacts' locations.

What do they imply?

There's one important thing I want to point out about these logs. The story about metroid prime assimilating space pirate armor and weaponry does a lot to explain the boss's appearance and abilities. I believe it was a very intentional choice that the player encounters beam troopers earlier in the game, who are only vulnerable to one of several specific weapons, and then this mechanic is iterated upon during the battle with metroid prime. Metroid prime's design even calls back to the armor of the beam troopers.

All this to say: according to the NTSC version, the boss we encounter at the end of the game is some kind of phazon-mutated metroid that's been souped up with space pirate technology. The logs end without any conclusion to this story, so we're left to assume that metroid prime has become too powerful to be contained, so it decided to make its home in the impact crater, where it could feast on an endless supply of phazon.

I also want to note something the logs don't tell us: where the creature originated from. The space pirates simply found it in a cave during a mining operation, so its origin is left unclear.

And that brings us to the next topic...

Why were they changed?

Anyone familiar with the lore of Metroid Prime will have noticed a huge plot hole in this story. In all versions of the game, the lore entries explain how the Chozo erected an impenetrable containment field around the impact crater to slow the rate of corruption, and the space pirates have spent considerable effort trying to break through it. This leaves no explanation for how metroid prime, the creature, could have entered the impact crater after spending time in the pirates' custody. Unless it has some unexplained method of effortlessly passing through the barrier, the story told through the pirate logbooks doesn't make much sense.

In order to fix this plot hole, all of the above pirate data entries were replaced in the PAL version with completely new ones, most of which make no mention of metroid prime. The following is the only PAL log entry which makes reference to metroid prime:

Pirate Data: "Impact Crater" Investigations into a possible ingress point for the Impact Crater continue to meet with failure. The shield of strange energy that protects it is impermeable, and all attempts to tunnel past it have proved fruitless. Our continued futility in this matter is made all the more significant in light of recent life form readings we've discovered emanating from deep within the crater. Analysis of the readings indicates that a massive creature is gestating in there, absorbing enormous amounts or Phazon from the Phazon core at the heart of the impact crater. This discovery makes accessing the crater doubly important - not only will it open the door to the vast deposits of Phazon within, but it will also lead us to this creature, whatever it may be.

The new lore emphasizes that the space pirates cannot breach the impact crater, but they can sense the presence of a powerful being inside. In this version of the game, this is our only hint towards the existence of metroid prime. It makes more sense that the final boss lurking inside the impact crater has been trapped in there the whole time, festering in its own juices, growing more powerful until our fateful encounter.

You could also read these changes as being more in line with the lore developed in the rest of the Prime trilogy. Metroid prime is implied to be the guardian of Tallon IV's leviathan core, or perhaps a mutated version of the core itself. Either way, it cannot leave the leviathan seed that it is bound to.

What was lost?

The new lore introduced in the PAL version gives no explanation for why metroid prime so strongly resembles a space pirate trooper, since according to the current canon, it would have no contact with pirate technology. We can only interpret its similarities as a coincidence. This is unfortunately a very cool design choice that will forever be a leftover of a patched over plot hole.

While I'm extremely interested in the retconned log entries as a historical curiosity, I think the writers ultimately made the right call changing the lore to be more consistent with the rest of the game and the trilogy as a whole. I know it couldn't have been an easy choice.

And hey, if you learned something new from this analysis, I'll consider it a job well done!

#metroid #metroid prime #space pirates #analysis

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stages

pairing: könig x reader

rqt: [] yes [x] no

wc: 3.4k+

a/n: sat around thinking about what i wanted for this man. and despite my own personal aversion. i thought kids

synopsis: everything important came in stages, and it was worth each one

warnings: nondescript at the beginning and pretty chill through the rest.

he doesn’t get to have you like this often. with the sudden resurgence of al-qatala activity, the two of you are tasked more often than you are off duty. It was the first time in a while you had recounted actually using as many weapons that you secured and made inventory on. you could still feel the grime and dust from gunpowder pricking your finger tips as they picked and plucked at your clothing.

könig was equally as grungy and hasty as he tugged his skin tight thermal over his head, revealing a new constellation of interlocking scars and bruises. it was less of a safehouse and more of a hostel takeover as multiple units congregated to get some much needed shut eye. rest would come days late again, but at least numbers promised some security.

but the two of you had unresolved matters to attend to after weeks apart.

words have no sentiment, lost in the harsh pants and the mangle moans wrangled from each of your chests. his mouth is at your neck, lips plump and distracting as his hips snap into yours over and over.

there is no precarious set up to the familiar dance. you’re wet enough from strangled desire alone, his thumb curling to stretch where accommodation is needed. its rash and unthinking, but yesterday you could have been dead and tomorrow is still not promised.

right now, all you know is his heat and the taste of him in your mouth as he spills inside. you’re dizzy from your orgasm and unable to grasp anything past the burly man weighing you down.

ii.

nothing ever comes to a definitive conclusion. the simultaneous attacks have been divided and isolated to periodic interruptions of peace. there is no official schedule, but assignments are better distributed and you finally have the opportunity to handle inventory.

the first time you step into the warehouse, you welcome the musk of steel and wood and get straight to work. too many hands have touched your weapons, you can tell. horangi’s kastov has brunt trauma versus it’s usual scuffs, as if someone had used it to breach a door rather than a body. it would take days to catalogue it all and you were already forty-eight hours into the mess.

but after weeks on the move, it was a welcomed challenge.

you’re uncapping a new shipment of polish when the first wave hits you. its an unusual lurch that has you darting away from the table in fear that you might burst all over your work. it takes careful breathing to reign it in, but even that doesn't feel like enough, as just the thought of petroleum would be enough to purge a week's worth of meals.

it’s a fluke.

maybe stale bread or a bad egg.

you would just save polishing for another day.

there were more important things to worry about than an upset stomach.

iii.

könig has you by the hips before you roll into the sparse space left onto the couch cushion. he welcomes you into his lap, knees spread to accommodate both you and the bowl of popcorn. the austrian had cornered you during your impromptu meeting with declan about the worsening recoil on his lockwood. as if you were to blame for the bruises he acquired from hip firing the thing.

könig was a welcomed sight, easily spotted from afar when he wanted to be and easily agreeable to when he offered up late night movies and swiss chocolates. the irishman scoffed but knew when he was on the losing end of a fight. there was nothing secretive about your relationship anymore, but you kept it tight where it was needed so no issues arose.

settled now, you carefully peeled back the wrapping of one as the man surfed through the selection of movies. freeing the sugar soaked cocoa, you brought it to your lips only to pause with a bated breath.

the incident with the gun oil hadn't been as isolated as you’d expected, nor as frequent as an illness. it was an odd splotching of uncontrolled nausea from the oddest aromas. after a cautious sniff, however, you found that at least your favourites were still welcomed in your body.

you hadn’t realised your speculation had gained an audience until the chest behind you rumbled with a snort.

“i’m glad my selection pleases you, prinzessin.”

rolling your eyes, you take an ever bigger bite out of both relief and spite, if he had any intentions of sharing. you chewed thoughtfully, savouring your stomach’s grace and mercy.

“i knew it would … i just..” you pause, not out of worry but sheer bewilderment of where the symptoms even spawned from. it was possible you had ingested something unagreeable during your tours. the amount of dust, grime and explosive activity sure to shift something after weeks of exposure.

“—got nauseous earlier is all. of gun oil of all things.”

that had to be the strangest occurrence. the idea of you possibly being allergic to your job almost having comedic value.

apparently not almost as könig shook with unrestrained humour.

“i tell you often that you remain cooped up too often. perhaps i will come get you more frequently.”

you think of nights like these, cuddled and warm. and decide that a future of that wouldn’t be so bad.

iv.

you’re late.

but not in the way that could get you court martial if you had been under your prior service. its the kind of delay that is behind by nearly two weeks rather than a day or two.

it's the kind of late that has you in disbelief, disarray and discombobulated in equal stages.

it's the kind of late that has you rushing off base to the convenience store 6 flicks away in the middle of the night, eyes frantic as you dart down the aisles before snatching four boxes of the same commodity.

it's the kind of late that has you pacing in your bathroom, grateful that you have the small space to yourself despite wanting it to be filled until you're suffocating.

it's the kind of late that has you wanting to break protocol as your gaze snaps from the four mirrored sticks of plastic laid neatly on your bathroom counter to your room where your phone lays tossed on your bedspread with your keys.

it's the kind of late that makes you wonder for the first time, how can you grasp an uncertain future and hold it tight.

you go to the on-site doctor before könig because it’s protocol and he’s still out on assignment. there was a brief thought to call, but its always dangerous to interrupt zero dark without emergency.

you’re left sitting in the stiff, cold office when you learn that it hardly be much of a discussion anyway. you weren’t just late, you were well into your first trimester, meaning your only option was what to consider after birth.

they start with reviewing the percent efficiency of the standard issue implant and how nothing is up to one hundred probability. in the end, you were all adults and took risks daily. this one objectively wouldn't kill, but it was still an endangerment.

they send you home with a supplement prescription and a new note in your file. it would be on your commander’s desk before you crossed the threshold but your fate had been sealed weeks ago. there would be talks about job security, both short term and long term.

you had a temporary place off the field but that wasn’t always secure and no place for your very new future.

this was a time where you should be contemplating how you would mitigate the expectation of a civilian while still being rooted in the mindset of a soldier. besides könig, you should be reaching out to family. but instead, you were stuck wondering when.

you are swept into the peak of sweltering sheets and the prickle of humidity. a night of muted passion and tangled legs.you remember the taste, the feel and

him.

he’s back. uniform wrinkled in a way that's only excused post mission. his forehead is crinkled, but only in small lines that means it's the visage of you standing alone in the hallway that has his immediate concern.

he’s back but you haven’t even learned your commission fate from your commander.

he’s back and you’re suddenly feeling nauseous all over again.

he’s back, arms curling around you, lips probing for comfort rather than questions.

he’s back and you never want him to leave again.

vi.

you tell him, because how could you not?

and he worries, because why would he not?

the gesture is both comforting and driving you insane. because it’s no longer your problem but a collective predicament that will have two heads to solve. you’re not young but not quite old enough to consider retirement this early. per your commander, you still had one too many years left of good use and it would be a damn shame to waste.

but you were clearly no longer fit for duty in your temporary state. so unfit that your ailment was a hard kept secret.

it’s fender who notices first because he’s nosy and has too much time on his hands.

he points it out first as a jest, then goes comically quiet when you don’t return it with a joking dismissal. instead you stare him down, because quite frankly at this point, you're ready to get over this stage so that you can start focusing on more important matters.

fender nearly keels running into könig arriving with lunch. there was never the question of who but having both pieces of the same equation in front of him was too much for him to comprehend apparently.

könig is left to watch the man’s hasty departure while you pick apart a sandwich.

“i have my deployment preferences scratched for the next three months.”

you wince as you pluck away a condiment. there were small privileges that came for contracting to a pmc. it came with flexibility in some areas and rigid in others. what was determined was you were in a contract and obligations were pre-negotiated. könig had offered to take on the task of filling in where your biology would infringe on some agreements.

contractually, it would help for now but personally he would be missed.

eventually, you would be deemed too unfit and unsafe for placement on base and advised to move to civilian accommodation until you could return to duty. for you that meant a country length away.

könig was unperturbed when his thumb swiped through stray mustard as it stroked your cheek. it's sharp enough to cut through the distress dragging you down.

“it will be alright. we will make this work.”

vii.

eventually you would come to comfort him.

it became evident in your absence that you were holding each other up. könig was a man of resilience, boasting both body and mind. but in times like these, old worries and anxieties wrested even the most resolved mindsets until they were a phantom of what it was.

late under the moon, while you sat by the window overlooking the bustling city, könig voiced his uncertainties of an expectant father.

“we will not be able to both be there. i should be there, childhood was hard.”

könig only spoke of his past in broken spurts of history. he regarded it as his stepping stones but every piece was still a fragile reminder of his foundation. könig used the everyday fears of the job to compartmentalise it all, taking on the more prominent issues to lay rest to the others.

but now in the quiet of the night on the other side of the world, he had nothing but you and his shadows to keep him warm and sane. you hope your words can embrace him in the thick of it, wrapping him in a blanket of security with no ending thread.

“even in absence, they will feel the love. as i do now.”

it wasn't a direct omission but one of the first vocalisations. for the longest, the two of you thrived on mutual affection; cutting a space in the thralls of war to fit in the tender emotion. it was something that grew both metaphorically and actually into a manifestation of something that had been cultivated for months.

through the speaker, könig breathes a shuddering breath before the next exhale comes with the strength you know him by.

“they will know nothing else.”

and you were assured that neither would you.

viii.

you could handle very little from this far away. occasionally they would send requisition forms for review. but without a proper visual of the actual inventory you were nothing more than a second signature. after a while it began to feel more like pity and you delegated the tasks all together.

you tried to focus more on preparations. the flat you resided in had been purchased prior to your contract. it was a single home, for a sole individual but you made extra space out of your former study. objectively it was way too small, but for now you appreciated the tight corners.

there was more for you to knock into and less space for you to get lost in.

it had been nearly two weeks since you’d last heard from könig. he often called when he could and sent texts when he couldn’t. but lately he had been deployed more frequently than usual.

it wasn't meant to be seen as a punishment. not too long ago, you had all been in a similar predicament, but as the odd man out you could help but feel penalised.

your back aches and your feet are swollen. occasionally your appetite would leave and return with a new address. some days you liked blue and the next you wished you had gone with yellow.

it wasn't fair, but the second heartbeat thudding beneath your navel reminded you that sacrifices gave you something to rise from the ashes.

and when könig resurfaced there would be something for him to be proud of.

ix.

you finally manage to reach könig one week and the following you stumble head first into labour. it's a rush of too many voices and the wrong hands holding yours. you’ve dealt with pain before but the supposed beauty of birth was a thorn with roses.

you want them to call him, but they want you to pace your breathing.

you need them to make sure he knows, but they need you to push.

you see darkness, but you all hear the cry.

you wake to a new type of hurt in your boy thats unlike anything you've experienced. you feel like you're too exhausted to even begin to comprehend the weight of it siting on your bones. blearily, you realise its not an encompassing pressure, but more of a centralised mass settled on your chest.

when your eyes open, you're welcomed by the most beautiful sight you've ever witnessed.

she’s so small.

so so small. the tiniest part of the world that you've ever wanted to protect with your whole being. your finger tips whisper against her skin as rouses to the stimuli.

“i’m so happy to meet you.”

and you couldn't wait for him to meet her too.

after a third day under observation, they let you take her home. your mother wishes for you both to join her, but she concedes with frequent visits. any fight you had was pushed out of you as you allow her to tidy your home while you feed.

it had been awhile since she’d last asked but now that a face is here, half your and half unrecognisable the inquiries are back.

“i just wonder if it's best for you two to be alone here. it's quite the trip with traffic to get here.”

you're too tired to refute her and too exasperated to concede. könig had only been here once, during a brief overlay between assignments. long enough to warm the bed but too quick to make an impression. it hardly felt like a vacation, more like a rest stop to rejuvenate and gather resources.

but he knew where it was and that was enough so you would stay.

it was nearing a month but he would surface soon.

your mother had her worries but you had baby that was crying, therefore you had bigger ones.

xi.

you wake to a tickle of your nose and the taste of chocolate and gunpowder. it's so familiar yet shockingly foreign. over the course of the last few days, it had only been milk, meat cuts and gatorade. enough so that it throws you out of bed, seeking a defensive stance for the first time in what feels like ages. you feel like a bad mother. it had only been a brief nap, a rest for your eyelids. and now you weren't alone.

“it's alright, liebling. it is only me.”

you should be concerned. someone snuck into your home, slunk through the shadows while your baby slept. motherhood had made you so acutely aware but equally wrung you out. in another case it would have been a disaster.

but in this reality.

he was here.

even in the dark, you can witness the exhausted affection and excitement wrestling on his face. it was enough to assure you that he had seen her, the reaction too great to conceal. frankly, it was a surprise she hadn’t woken from the strange shadow falling over her crib. the change in the wind was enough to make her restless and hungry as of late.

“she’s beautiful. you did such an amazing job.”

its been a week of trials. days where you would would wake to alarms just to let mouth latch onto your body. long nights where you would chug electrolytes and remind yourself to eat before you passed out. there were times you felt like maybe wasn't enough.

but in one sentence he assured you that you are the best mother in the world.

you're so so tired but you want to tell him everything and ask more.

he knows, but he’s also aware of how worn you both are. his gaze flickers to the monitor situated between your phone and the clock as if he could visualise the stress lines it had been put through already.

könig does not speak as he eases himself next to you, curling himself around your body as he rests his temple against yours.

“we made a baby,” you can’t hold it back, because it's the first time you've uttered it with him in the same reality. his laugh tickles your ear as he repeats it back to you.

for the first time, it's the three of you in your tiny apartment.

and finally you have a taste of a promising future.

xii

he’s in your too small kitchen, that feels even tighter but in a warm comforting way. you might have slept through an intrusion but the sharp cry of your baby will never fail to rouse you from the deadliest sleep.

könig roused slower, not use to the odd sounds but coming to complete awareness as he puts together the pieces. he followed you as you rounded to the study-turned-nursery only to slow as you carefully lifted her into your arms.

at night he’d gotten a glimpse, evidence in the form of certainty that she was really here. but not he glimpsed the actuality of it all. the living, breathing manifestation of the best parts of you. he had been hesitant at first, thumb larger than her round cheek as he stroked the soft skin.

now he held her close with gaining confidence as he leaned comfortably against the skylit window while you prepared breakfast. you had talked him into discarding his shirt, preaching about skin on skin contact.

his concerns were cute, worried about ragged scars and hard edges. arguably you’d softened over the last few months, but you promised that your daughter was more robust than that. his curiosity overthrew his anxiousness and everything else melted away the moment her tiny head settled against the crook of his arm.

his cheeks were still flushed with emotion, visibly nervous but confident enough with is grasp to assure her safety. there would be no force that would be able to separate them, not when he had his eyes on her like that.

he looks up and catches you watching, eyes big as if he wanted to capture every detail.

and there are.

so many intricate little features.

too many to count and still too many to come.

but they would arrive.

one by one in stages.

#konig x reader #könig x reader #könig mw2 #call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine

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cartermagazine · 2 months

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Today In History

Marian Anderson, one of the finest contraltos of her time, was born in Philadelphia, PA, on this date February 27, 1902.

Anderson performed with renowned orchestras in major concert and recital venues throughout the United States and Europe between 1925 and 1965.

She was an important figure in the struggle for African American artists to overcome racial prejudice in the United States during the mid-twentieth century.

In 1939 during the era of racial segregation, the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR) refused to allow Anderson to sing to an integrated audience in Constitution Hall in Washington, D.C. The incident placed Anderson in the spotlight of the international community on a level unusual for a classical musician. With the aid of First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and her husband President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Anderson performed a critically acclaimed open-air concert on Easter Sunday, April 9, 1939, on the Lincoln Memorial steps in the capital. She sang before an integrated crowd of more than 75,000 people and a radio audience in the millions.

The range of talent we display, and the obstacles we as a people have to overcome-there’s no comparison.

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queenshelby · 1 year

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The Fourth Season (Part Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap (20 Years), Smut, Religious Themes, Mention of Drugs, Mention of Death, Bullying, Smut, Mastrubation, Fluff

Words: 5,866

Notes: In this Fic, Cillian is 40 and the Reader is 20. Cillian is divorced and the Reader is single. This is not based on Cillian’s real life.

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Day Ten

A few days have passed and you slowly accustomed to the fact that your ex James was now working with you on set. Surprisingly, your interactions with each other continued smoothly for a while. James was unusually polite to you on set as you kept your distance from him whenever and whenever you could. He too played by the rules, not wanting to cause any trouble for the crew and the show’s directors, at least until today which is when matters escalated.

It was at 9 o‘clock that day when he sought you out after your morning run with Cillian. He told you that he needed to talk and, after you agreed to his request, you sat down with him in your apartment while Natasha was away for two days.

He wanted to put your differences behind and start anew, which was an offer you declined. He wanted you back but you did not want anything to do with him after he had abandoned you so suddenly in order to pursue his career, leaving you not only with a unit you could not afford but also a huge debt.

Unexpectantly, James told you that he was sorry and that he should not have left you the way he did, several months ago. According to him, he was simply trying to follow his goals and felt as though you were holding him back. This, however, was utter rubbish. You had always supported him and compromised your own goals for him and, in your mind, it was his family who encouraged his actions. They had always placed constraints upon you both. They manipulated him and wanted you to become an obedient wife who would do nothing more than to stay at home and look after their grand- children.

It was what their traditions demanded and, just like your own family, James’s family was very religious and strict. Your families were part of the same congregation and it was you who was constantly stepping out of line, resulting in both chaos and despair. His family despised you for wanting a life with a career in acting, thinking that your life should purely revolve around his as this was common practice in their community. But, you refused to obey and, in the end, his family grew sick of you and this translated into your relationship.

James was always a man who gave into his father’s demands and he did so for the financial benefit which he would ultimately receive from him. His father was a rather wealthy business man and, when you learned that his father had purchased him a small unit in LA with the condition that he leaves you, you were not really surprised when James had agreed and disappeared from your life. And yet, this was something you could never forgive hm for. He chose money and his career over you and the fact that he was casted in Peaky Blinders now was no co-incidence.

That same morning, when you spoke to James and hurt his feelings, he told you that you had to watch yourself. According to him, his father was now financing part of the show after BBC had dropped some of the agreed funding and this, too, concerned you.

He had an advantage now and this advantage meant that he had free reign to behave like the arrogant person he was which, in the end, he did that very same night when you celebrated Cillian’s 41st birthday together with the cast and crew.

***

After having spent a lot of time with Cillian over the past week, you knew exactly what to buy him for his birthday and, even though he insisted on no presents to be given to him, you purchased a book which you knew he would like.

It wasn’t much, but it was thoughtful and you delivered it to his apartment before dinner.

‘You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, but thank you’ Cillian said before taring off the wrapping paper and revealing the book.

‘Please tell me that you like it’ you said, nervously but his smile gave it away.

‘I love it. I love music. So, thank you’ Cillian said, seeing that it was a book about music, focusing on artists like the Beatles and Jimmy Hendrix.

‘Phew. Good. Now, are you ready to go?’ you asked and, after Cillian placed the book on the dresser inside his small studio apartment, he grabbed his jacket and followed you downstairs.

The restaurant Steven Knight had booked for the occasion was right next door. It was Italian and you could not wait to have some pizza.

To your disappointment however, when you arrived with Cillian at the restaurant, you immediately noticed James. He, too, was attending the dinner and, whilst you and Cillian sat down next to each other, James moved to the seat right across from you.

As usual, he ordered the most expensive wine and, by the time you got there, he had already drank half a bottle of dark red grape juice.

‘Would you like some wine, sir?’ the waitress then asked after approaching Cillian first. She wished him a happy birthday and both, Anthony and Steven, began to laugh.

According to them, Cillian was like a magnet, drawing the attention of the female crowd and, whilst it amused them, it did not amuse Cillian.

‘The Bordeaux please’ Cillian said to the attractive brunette after thanking her for the birthday wishes and, when she took your order, you ordered the same.

‘You don’t usually drink?’ Cillian observed and, whilst he was correct, he did not know the reason behind it. You took medication for depression and anxiety which increase the effects alcohol on your system. Thus, you were careful but, on special, you would indulge on a glass of wine nonetheless.

‘I do, occasionally, if it’s a special occasion and today is a special occasion. It’s your birthday’ you told him and he smiled, which was a smile that faded when the waitress came back and delivered his glass of wine with her phone number written on a napkin.

‘Are you going to call her?’ Anthony mused and you wondered whether he would. He did not seem the type to hook up with a stranger but, perhaps, you were wrong.

‘She’s a bit too young for me, don’t you think?’ Cillian joked and his comment made your stomach turn for a short moment until Helen spoke up.

‘And a bit clumsy it seems’ she chuckled, looking over towards the waitress as she dropped two plates.

‘She’s distracted by you man’ Anthony then joked, making Cillian uncomfortable but, before he could say anything, James felt the need to speak up.

‘Y/N did the same when we met at the school canteen for the first time’ James said before telling everyone the story of when you dropped your entire tray as you ran into him clumsily, spilling tomato juice all over his white polo shirt.

The story itself was an innocent one and even slightly funny, but he was becoming highly intoxicated now and you were worried about what else he may have to say about you. As such, you got up to get James some water to help him sober up and, just as you were gone, the conversation continued.

‘You know who else is clumsy?’ Helen mused, looking towards Cillian.

‘Me?’ Cillian asked. ‘I am not clumsy’ he then protested and the crew began to laugh.

‘Well, Y/N is not just clumsy though. She is much more than that’ James then said and Cillian immediately cocked an eyebrow just as you sat back down next to him and put a glass of water in front of James.

‘What did I miss?’ you asked, having heard your name from the distance and Helen was quick to inform you that James was still telling them stories about you.

‘She had always been this awkward and nerdy little girl at school. She was new at college when I met her and for, some reason, I took pity on her and became her friend, and then her boyfriend. She was cute, but weird, you know what I mean?’ James went on to explain in an almost drunken state and, as soon as you heard him talk about you like this, your chin dropped. There was malice to what he was saying and this was hurting you badly.

‘You took pity on me? Really?’ you mused nonetheless, putting on an act, but, what he said next, surprised you even more. It was something you did not expect and you wished that he would not have gone down that route, revealing your deepest and darkest secrets to everyone else.

‘Yes Y/N! You were all nervous and anxious about pretty much everything when I met you’ James said before telling the others that, on occasion, you would freak out when having to get changed in the locker room with the other girls in the fear of them seeing you in a vulnerable state. He told them that you had frequent panic attacks and that you always hid away and got notes from your parents in order to avoid the sporting programs.

‘Then, this one time, she even ruined my 18th birthday simply because I dared her to do something stupid. She left me sitting there like an idiot just because her anxiousness took the better of her. So yes, I did take some pity on the woman. I had to put up with her shit and got nothing in return’ James told the others who, all but one, turned quiet. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you felt a range of emotions from fear, shame and all the way to anger.

‘I think that this is enough story telling for one night James’ Cillian then said harshly, interrupting your ex-boyfriend half-way through his final sentence. He was angry with James’s attitude towards you and began furrowing his eyebrows.

‘Relax man. It is a joke. I loved her, alright?’ James told him almost annoyingly before you spoke up yourself. You were unable to retain your emotions any longer as he began to tell the cast and crew about your anxiety attacks and simply snapped.

‘I have no words, James’ you huffed. ‘A joke? Seriously?’ you questioned. ‘You know what I have been through and that is no joke to me’ you finally spat in anger, causing everyone else to look surprised.

‘Yes. I know what you have been through and I tried to help you. But you did not let me. I know that you were bullied at school and I know what happened to your sister. But so what?’ he asked bluntly. ‘So fucking what?’ he then yelled and matters escalated from there.

‘That’s enough James’ Steven and Helen said in unison with Cillian, but James did not relent. He kept on going.

‘Bullying between teenagers is more common than you think guys, honestly. It is not that big of a deal. It is fair game for those who are stronger and the weak will grow fiercer because of it’ James then argued and at was at this point that you could not take it anymore. There was no reasoning with him and you needed to withdraw yourself from the situation before ruining Cillian’s birthday.

‘I have had enough. I am sorry’ you said as tears shot to your eyes. You stood up quickly before anyone could see how upset you truly were and, then, you made a run for it. You grabbed your bag and simply left.

Just as you walked away, Cillian sighed deeply and whilst he wanted to reach across the table and hurt the man who had just insulted you so terribly, he knew that this would be a bad idea. He was an executive producer of the show and, as such, he had to restrain himself from acting improperly.

In the end though, he stood up as well and, just as he did, he spoke.

‘James, did you get into a lot of fights at school?’ he asked almost calmly and James nodded reluctantly.

‘A few’ he admitted while wondering why Cillian would ask him this question.

‘That explains a lot’ Cillian then said, leaving James confused.

‘How so?’ he thus asked and Cillian cocked an eyebrow.

‘Well, clearly, you’ve been hit on the head if you think that bullying is not a big deal’ he said, before making another point. ‘Despite, aren’t you catholic?’ Cillian wanted to know.

‘Yes, I am catholic’ James admitted.

‘Then, where is your fucking empathy man?’ Cillian queried while taking the jacket that you had inadvertently left on your chair before going after you.

***

Just as you reached the building next door, which was your apartment building, you became to realise that you forgot your jacket, in which you kept your key-card.

‘Fuck’ you spat as your fear sat in. You knew that you had to go back to the restaurant and face everyone again which was something that made you anxious. As usual, when you were fearful of social conflict like this, you panicked and just as you began to panic and walk around in circles, you heard a voice from behind you.

‘Y/N…’ it said and, when you turned around, you saw Cillian, holding on to your jacket.

You sighed with relief and whispered a quiet ‘thank god’ as he came walking down the street.

He approached you and smiled, but it was not the happy kind of smile which left his lips. Rather, it was the kind of smile someone would give you when they wanted to know whether you were okay.

But you were not okay and Cillian quickly realised that for himself when you simply broke out in tears and crumbled to the floor, right in front of the building.

‘Common Y/N. Not here’ he said gently as he kneeled in front of you and took your hand. He then guided your hand so that you would get back up with him and, just as you managed to stand up straight, he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

‘You are going to catch a cold if you stay out here like this’ Cillian then told you rather gently while feeling your cold skin beneath the tips of his fingers. So soft and yet so crisp in this miserable weather.

‘Cillian’ you barely managed to speak before your flood gates opened again and, in this moment, Cillian did what you appreciated the most.

‘Let’s go you inside’ he said as he wrapped his arms around you and, for a moment, simply hugged you tightly while you sobbed against the fabric of his pullover.

He was so warm and smelled amazing, causing you to take in a deep breath while slowly, but surely, holding your tears. Once you calmed down, Cillian finally let go of you and, after he did, he opened the door to the building and you both walked inside.

The lobby was nice and warm and Cillian could finally see your cheeks turn red again.

‘Fuck, I just embarrassed myself in front of the crew and cast’ you then stammered while Cillian was still there to comfort you but he clearly did not see it that way.

‘What makes you say that?’ Cillian asked just as the tears in your eyes began to build up again and, with that, he placed both of his hands on to your upper arms.

‘Hey, listen to me’ he said before carrying on. ‘If anyone embarrassed themselves, it was James. He is a fucking idiot and I am still not quite sure how someone like him ended up with someone like you’ Cillian then said almost teasingly and this certainly cheered you up and you gave him a little smile.

‘I suppose we all make mistakes’ you chuckled with teary eyes. ‘I am sorry for having ruined your birthday dinner’ you then said but Cillian shook his.

‘You didn’t. I wasn’t really in the mood for socialising anyway’ he then admitted and you then changed the topic all together.

‘Me neither. But, I was looking forward to this pizza though’ you said, seeing that you ran off before dinner was being served.

‘Well, I have some frozen pizza in the freezer. We could watch a movie and eat pizza at my place if you like. It won’t be as good, but it won’t be bad either and, at least, we don’t have to talk to other people’ Cillian suggested, seeing that you could really deal with some company right now. He was tired himself and enjoyed spending time with you so this seemed to be the perfect opportunity.

‘You mean we can be hermits together?’ you joked and Cillian laughed.

‘Yes. We can be hermits together’ he said, chuckling.

‘Do you have wine?’ you then enquired and, when he confirmed that he had a bottle of wine upstairs, you agreed to join him for an evening in.

10 minutes later….

"What should we watch?" you asked while plopping yourself down on the couch, right by Cillian’s side who, by that time, had already poured some wine for you.

Since the couch was only a two-seater, there was not much space between the two of you, but this did not bother you nor did it bother Cillian.

‘It’s up to you. You choose. I am not fussed’ Cillian said as you took the glass of wine from Cillian’s hand and, after you thanked him for the wine, you picked up the remote control and started to search through Netflix.

‘How about this one?’ you asked as, after five minutes, you came across a classic and, even though Cillian had seen this particular movie about ten times already, he agreed with your suggestion.

‘Alright. Go on’ he told you, which is when you pressed play and took another sip of your wine.

‘This is actually pretty good’ you pointed out as if wine would usually taste terrible and Cillian laughed.

‘I told you before, I have good taste’ Cillian teased and his comment amused you, for which you ignored the start of the movie entirely.

‘It seems that way’ you chuckled before taking another long sip of your wine which, unlike the wine you tasted earlier at the restaurant, was smooth and fruity.

‘You should probably slow down though’ Cillian said, before apologising for same. He could see that you were drinking the wine rather quickly but he also knew not to lecture you about the way you were consuming alcohol. You were twenty years old and, in a position to make your own choices.

‘It’s fine’ you said in the end as his cautionary warning did not offend you. In fact, you thought that it was cute as you adored Cillian’s caring nature. This was not something you were used to and you felt as though you had to thank him for it.

‘Thanks for looking out for me tonight’ you thus said while feeling the wine slowly inhibiting your senses. You were not used to drinking alcohol and knew yourself that you probably could not handle more than one glass.

This was glass number two and it was going straight to your head.

‘You are very welcome’ Cillian said while you took another sip of wine which is when Cillian noticed that your glass was almost empty already.

‘Do you want some more?’ he thus asked reluctantly, raising his eyebrow a little and when you nodded, he reached for the bottle again and filled up your glass.

‘Thanks’ you said, knowing that you had to slow down as the wine made you tired and you wondered whether Cillian felt the same as, eventually, he too was up to his second glass.

Cillian, however, had a few years on you and possibly some more experience when it came to drinking and, with that in mind, you put your glass down while Cillian handed you some water.

The movie continued playing, and you found yourself in a bit of a trance. Your eyes were on the TV but you were not really paying attention to anything happening on it. You picked up your glass again and were mindlessly sipping on your wine while your thoughts were wandering to just about anything else, including the incident with James, your sister and then the man in your presence, namely Cillian himself.

But, you were not the only one who was caught up in intrusive thoughts. Cillian also could not focus on the movie and it was you who had been on his mind for days now. He was falling for you but he did not want it to happen.

An hour later…

An hour later, you were both still there, starring at the screen while consuming some wine. The movie did not take the interest of either of you and Cillian was getting somewhat bored by it.

But, the movement on the couch next to him was enough to finally catch Cillian’s attention. You had grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and had spread it open so you could lie all the way underneath it, covering up his lap in the process. As you squirmed to get comfortable under the blanket, your feet pressed into Cillian’s thighs, and the balls of your feet gently and inadvertently nudged against his crotch.

Being tipsy already, you did not realise what you were doing and, unbeknownst to you, Cillian felt a sense of arousal from the inadvertent contact. After some recent dreams about you, just the littlest bit of attention was enough to start turning him on, even if unintentionally and this was exactly what was happening right now.

As such, he wiggled away from you slightly and, just as he did, you tore the blanket of yourself and got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen for another glass of water.

This is when Cillian noticed the effects the wine had taken on you as you had to steady yourself for support when you first stood up.

‘Are you okay?’ he thus asked concerned and you smiled.

‘Yes. I am great’ you told him before making an admission.

‘I probably should not have drunk that much though’ you said before, in a slur, telling Cillian about the medication you were taking, which were the reason for your choice not to drink alcohol frequently.

‘Y/N, fuck’ he said, worried about how you might hold up now that he knew what he knew. ‘No more for you’ he then said as you walked back into the living area with a glass full of water.

‘I am fine. I am just a bit tipsy’ you said as you plopped back down on the couch and got under the covers again.

‘Still. You have got me worried now’ he told you and you smiled.

‘You look cute when you are worried’ you said with blushing cheeks as you were adjusting yourself a little under the blanket, and your feet were moving around on Cillian’s lap again.

‘I look cute, huh?’ Cillian chuckled as he wondered whether you meant it or not.

‘Yeah, in a very handsome kind of way’ you told him as the ball of your foot kept brushing against his thigh while you were stretching out.

‘Do you think I am cute?’ you then asked in your tipsy state and Cillian gasped momentarily before answering your question.

‘Uhm, I suppose, yeah…I mean…uhm…yeah’ Cillian stammered, swallowing harshly and just as he spoke, you stretched out again and your foot brushed over his crotch once more without you realising.

As a result, Cillian could feel his cock twitch and harden just a little as your foot came to rest on top of his crotch. It was tantalizing almost, especially with what you had just been talking about and, even though Cillian knew that there was no way you knew what you were doing, it was still a tease.

With your feet resting right on top of his cock, he tried to focus on blocking out the sensations from there, trying not to get any harder. Sadly, this had the opposite effect. Thinking about his erection only made it grow worse and Cillian hoped to God that you would not notice.

In the end, Cillian remained still and, after about twenty agonizing minutes, he looked over towards you and noticed that you had fallen asleep. With that, Cillian ceased the opportunity to adjust his position as well as yours, moving your foot away from his crotch but, just as he did, you woke up.

But, you weren’t awake for long. You groaned, sat up momentarily and then cuddled up against Cillian’s shoulder while bringing your knees to your chest before closing your eyes again.

As you leaned against him, Cillian could smell your long hair and when your arm hugged his frame, his arousal grew even more. He felt overwhelmed in your presence and knew that, if you were going to stay like this, he would struggle to contain himself.

After ten years of being married, this was all new to him. He was not used to having to supress his desire and, whilst he had been with other women since his divorce three years ago, it was nothing like this.

His self-control was usually much stronger and so was his professionalism. But with you, it was almost like he was losing control and, this, he could not stand. You were twenty years younger than him and he should not feel what he was feeling now. He should not like you as much as he did but, no matter how many times he reminded himself of this, the feelings for you did not go away.

‘God dammit’ Cillian eventually gasped while thinking about what to do as, part of his mind, wanted to wake you and walk you back to your apartment.

The part though, which ultimately was the one that won, did not want you to leave and the reasons for that were two-fold.

Of course, Cillian enjoyed your company and that was undeniable. But, what was more important for him was that wanted to ensure that you were safe.

You drank a few glasses of wine and told him about the medication which you were taking and, this itself, concerned him. He did not know what the effects of such medication would be and, thus, he wanted to keep an eye on you for which he decided to let you stay with him for the night.

With that in mind, he slowly removed the blanket from you and woke you up gently.

‘Y/N, common, you need some rest’ he said gently and you gave him another little grunt, causing Cillian to realise that you had passed your threshold.

‘Common’ he said again while, eventually, standing up and helping you to do the same.

Unfortunatly for him though, you could not stand straight and refused to walk, telling him ‘no’ whenever he made an attempt to at least get you to walk over towards the bed.

‘I am not tired’ you pouted as Cillian guided you towards the bed and you made an attempt to undress.

‘Clearly’ he chuckled before helping you with your clothes until, eventually, you managed to get rid of your jeans.

He did not bother with the rest, thinking that it would clearly be inappropriate for him to do so and, with a t-shirt, cotton panties and some socks, you finally laid down on his bed.

Cillian then tugged you in beneath his large doona and smiled. ‘Unbelievable’ he chuckled to himself as, without giving it any thought, you rolled over and rested against his fluffy pillow. You were out of it, but appeared okay otherwise.

You then closed your eye and Cillian began to clean up the empty glasses and the bottle of wine before changing into his Pyjamas himself thinking that he would be in for a long and uncomfortable night.

***

Being the gentleman he is, he laid down on the small couch in his bugs bunny clothes which is where he tried to get to sleep but his efforts were futile. The couch was uncomfortable and too small, forcing him to toss and turn and, just as he tossed around to the left, he got another glimpse of you.

The light was shining through the window from the street nearby and, as he looked at you, he saw that you had tossed the doona off your body.

Your long legs were on full display for him and so was your buttocks, albeit being covered by your black cotton panties.

His manhood stirred again at the sheer sight of you sleeping like this, in his bed, and when you tossed and turned again, there was no saving him.

You turned around, to the right, facing the couch and, just as you raised your arm above your head, your t-shirt moved up slightly, revealing the area between your belly button and the hem of your black lacey bra.

Seeing you like this; Cillian could not bear the tension any longer and quietly got up before making his way to the bathroom to have a cold shower.

After closing the door behind him, he turned on the water and stepped under the stream which was, indeed, rather cold but even the coldness of the water did not help him.

He was still aroused and he knew that, without attending to it, his erection would not come down.

Thus, Cillian stepped out from beneath the stream momentarily and, just as he did, he could see a small amount of precum resting right at the tip of his shaft. He increased the water temperature and then slid his hand down to his pelvis, which is where he extended his index finger and lightly brushed the side of his shaft, starting at the base near his balls and working upward. He focused on the feeling. The skin was very soft and noticeably warm as the swollen blood vessels provided a subtle ribbing texture as they intertwined just underneath the skin. His finger slid upward, over the contours and rounding the head of his cock. It gave another bounce, breaking free from his touch. He was fully erect now.

Using two finger fingers, he worked back down. One on top and another beneath his shaft. Cillian exhaled deeply. He did not realise that he had been holding his breath but, as he did, the picture of you in his bed slipped back into his head.

Seeing you like this, half naked, was intoxicating and whilst he tried hard to think about anything else but you in this moment, he could not.

The fact that he was thinking about you, his twenty year old co-star, while masturbating made him feel guilty but there was no stopping now.

‘Fuck’ he thus cursed quietly, being torn between his guilt and arousal as he reached to the side, grabbing some liquid soap and applying it to his cock for lubrication.

Then, once the soap had spread and was about to slide off the side, he gripped his cock again, wiggling his fingers and rotating his hand to spread the slippery liquid. He felt it jump yet again under the sensation of being squeezed and, just as he began to stroke up and down, he closed his eyes and thought about you.

Cillian stroked slow at first, imagining your hand in lieu of his and then his strokes became faster and his mind wandered to your mouth. Your mouth in lieu of his hand was what he imagined now as he could hear the wet sloshing of soap which was just as loud as the shower stream itself.

Cillian could feel his balls tighten and knew that it would not be long before he came and the truth was that he just wanted to get it over with. The guilt was still in the back of his mind and, whilst the stroking felt great, he was anxious to cum. He should not cum at the thought of you but he had no choice. His mind kept coming back to the image of you in his head and his thoughts about you became much more intrusive now.

He imagined penetrating you and making love to you and, with that in mind, the pace of his stroking increased. He was pumping much faster than before and the wet clapping sound of soap and flesh began to drown out the noises from the shower.

Cillian began to feel the wave of an orgasm approaching. He slowed his stroke and slid his hand lower on his shaft, so the head of his cock remained above the top of his grip.

Then, what seemed like an enormous first shot of cum, landed on the wet tiles in front of him while his eyes remained closed. He held back a loud groan, thinking about cuming inside of you as three more smaller spurts rhythmically followed, flowing out of his tip rather than shooting. They formed a large puddle of cum on the floor before being washed away while Cillian’s strokes changed into a milking motion as he squeezed out even more essence with his fingers in a tight ring, matching the fading pulses of his orgasm.

With the orgasm over and his cock done pulsing, Cillian rested back against the tiles as his hand gripped around the base of his cock. The orgasm heightened his senses and he enjoyed the relaxed moment of clarity as you vanished from his thoughts.

Everything was slow and relaxed now and he washed himself quickly before turning off the shower and returning to the living room which is also where his bed was located.

As he stepped into the living room, he noticed that you had covered yourself up again as the cold wind was blowing through the window and, just as you heard the bathroom door close behind him, you woke up again slightly.

‘Cillian?’ you gasped, half awake and half asleep and, when Cillian approached the bed, you took his hand.

‘Come to bed’ you then mumbled and his eyes widened.

‘Y/N, I don’t think that it would be appropriate’ he said but you no longer listened. You had gone back to sleep and Cillian considered his options as you turned around and sank your face into the pillow.

There was a small uncomfortable sofa or a large queen size bed with enough space for the two of you. So, which one should he choose?

To be continued…

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