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Bingo-Challenge: Jemanden veräppeln
Inhalt: Woobin is a police officer, Jongsuk is a wizard, they are working together (thinks Woobin) and flirting (thinks Jongsuk). Here are their faces it really doesn't matter what they are saying
Anmerkung: This is already a joker-story, damn it all. It was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ayawinner because we both have a truly unhealthy obsession with Korean actor Lee Jongsuk. Inspired by this really incredible video. Also, sorry, dude from that one boyband whose name I also borrowed. (Sorry, ayawinner, I know I asked you to beta-read this and we didn't get around to it yet but I really needed a joker today XD).
Flower Prince
Of course he is not wearing a shirt.
It's Woobin's own fault, really, he should have known that asking Jongsuk to come to the station instead of visiting him at home would come at a price. The wizard does nothing for free and his favourite currency seems to be Woobin's sanity, which is why Woobin is now faced with Jongsuk in a very well tailored suit (pink, with flowers on it) and nothing else.
"Is there a reason you are not wearing shoes?" Woobin asks and stares intently at his monitor. "Did you ride here on a broom?"
Jongsuk laughs, a bright sound that takes up more space than some people Woobin knows. "I took a taxi, actually. Will those expenses be covered by the police by the way?"
"No they will not," Woobin says. He still can't bring himself to look straight at Jongsuk which is lousy behaviour for a police man, but there is a time and place for everything and for the way Jongsuk lounges on the old creaky plastic chair, that would be "a strip club in the seediest part of town" and "well after 2am".
Woobin shakes his head and focuses again on his monitor, calling up the files about the florist whose name they found coupled with almost all of their murder victims so far. Jongsuk is rocking on his chair, looking around the station's main office and winking at Woobin's colleagues. Some of them have seen worse than a half naked dude with flawless eye makeup and artfully mussed up hair, but they still stare wide eyed and open mouthed at Jongsuk.
It has probably to do with magic, Woobin decides and fights back the urge to offer Jongsuk his uniform jacket (and by offer he means walking up to him and just shoving his arms in the sleeves).
"You told me you know the owner of that flower shop, Kim Jongup?" Woobin finally says.
Jongsuk turns his head, very slowly as if he has already forgotten why he came here. He smiles and yawns.
"Yeah. He didn't call his shop 'Avalon' for nothing, you know."
Woobin blinks. "I am guessing it isn't a normal flower shop then?"
"Nope. Flowers in the front, rave in the back."
"Is he involved with..."
Woobin scoffs. He still feels incredibly weird to ask Jongsuk about magic and demons, even though he already shot two of those particular bastards.
Sometimes he finds himself explaining them as two humans cosplaying a being with four arms and wielding a lot of talking swords. It sounds sillier than "demons" but when Woobin wakes up at night, screaming and panting from bloody suffocating nightmares, it helps him calm down to imagine that he merely killed a man and that the blood was red and not leaving burn marks on Woobin's left shoulder.
Maybe he should see the police therapist, as his colleague suggested.
Woobin shakes his head. He has no time for that, he needs to question Jongsuk and send him and his bare chest on his merry way and not think about him or demons or therapy anymore.
"Is he involved with your people?" Woobin finally asks. Jongsuk gives him a tired smile while flopping down on Woobin's desk. He moves like pipe smoke. Woobin shudders and promises himself to never ask Jongsuk to come to the station again. He doesn't belong here under harsh neon lights. They seem to drain the colour from his hair and eyes.
"My people meaning magic folks?"
"Yes."
"Of course he is. He sells drugs, mainly to a magically gifted crowd even though he himself can't wizard his way out of a paper bag."
Woobin nods, jotting down notes as fast as he can. "What kind of drugs?"
"Do I look like I know my way around drugs, Officer?"
"I will not tell you what you look like to me, or you might want to file a complaint against me."
"That good, hu?"
"Jongsuk..."
Someone drops what sounds like a bucket full of pencils behind Woobin's back and Jongsuk snorts and laughs, loudly and full of colours that Woobin has never before seen in his life. He doesn't mind and allows himself a small grin before shaking his head and looking at his notes again.
"So what does he sell? Normal drugs or... potions?"
"Meth, mostly. Pays better."
"Ah."
"Of course it's potions. I am just fucking with you."
Woobin can't help himself, he laughs and shakes his head at Jongsuk, who blinks at him and even sits up straighter. Laughing people into attention, that's a new one even for Woobin but what isn't these days, where he gets choked by demons and talks about potions with a wizard and nobody bats an eye at that.
"Alright. He sells potions and I am guessing I should not eat or drink anything when I question him, lest I stay stuck in the fairy realm for years."
"Do you usually eat or drink anything when you question normal drug dealers?"
Woobin smiles. "No. But heroine doesn't usually look like Fanta."
He wanted to say "coke" but that joke is probably older than even Jongsuk and Woobin has some dignity left.
"Neither do potions," Jongsuk says darkly. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and gives Woobin a rather pointed stare. Woobin doesn't like it. "If you are going to question Jongup, I am coming with you."
"Excuse me?"
"You know nothing about potions, about magic, about anything and you don't really think that Jongup is going to give you answers about things that don't even officially exist? He won't and he will either pack up and vanish or he will slip you something and you will end up shitting frogs for the rest of your life."
Woobin squares his shoulders and tries very hard not to raise his voice (or imagining frogs crawling out of... he is not going there. Absolutely not). "You may have some trust in my abilities to do my job, Jongsuk."
Jongsuk scoffs. "I have all the trust in the world", he says which sounds like "Zero" to Woobin's ears, but he keeps his mouth shut. "It's just... there are a lot of things you don't know about my... my people, alright? And you have no time to read or learn or ask about those, so it would be better for you to take you with me, so I can at least tell you when Jongup is telling you bullshit! You want to catch that killer and I want..."
Jongsuk interrupts himself and shakes his head in utter frustration. He even blushes a bit, but before Woobin can wonder what he wanted to say, Jongsuk settles for a simple smug smile and says: "I want my peace and quiet back. So, what do you say officer?"
He shouldn't. It's illegal to involve civilians into official police business and it's probably doubly illegal to ask a wizard for help. Woobin can't remember if there are any regulations in the "official official book" that his colleague gave him when they first stumbled about magic but there probably are and he really doesn't want to rely on Jongsuk that much anyway (he already saved his ass from the demons after all).
But Woobin knows that he would be in way over his head and ruin more potential traces and hints on his own than he would with a guide like Jongsuk.
Maybe he can put him down as "advisor" in the report.
"Alright," Woobin sighs, trying his hardest to ignore Jongsuk's triumphant smile. "I will take you with me. But you will do nothing and say nothing without me telling you to, understood?"
"Loud and clear, Officer. You are very kinky."
Woobin groans. "Go home, Jongsuk."
"Sure. Can I borrow a broom?"
Woobin considers hitting him with the stapler but then Jongsuk gets up and walks around the desk to stand next to Woobin. He is still smiling brightly, but his eyes dart over Woobin's neck and his shoulders.
"Does it still hurt?" he asks quietly.
Woobin shakes his head. "Not much. It's already scarred over."
Jongsuk nods and then, with a quick movement of his hand and a mumble in a language Woobin doesn't know, he pushes a shimmering globe of green light right in Woobin's shoulder.
Woobin jerks back but the light vanishes as quickly as it came and suddenly the pain in his shoulder is gone completely, only leaving a throbbing pulse like a firm hand massaging him through his uniform.
"You shouldn't..." he manages to tell Jongsuk, but the wizard just shakes his head.
"And you shouldn't lie, Officer."
Woobin nods. He doesn't know what else to do, when Jongsuk bows and says his goodbyes.
When Woobin sees him walk through the main doors, he notices that he didn't even thank him.
Bingo-Challenge: Jemanden veräppeln
Inhalt: Woobin is a police officer, Jongsuk is a wizard, they are working together (thinks Woobin) and flirting (thinks Jongsuk). Here are their faces it really doesn't matter what they are saying
Anmerkung: This is already a joker-story, damn it all. It was written for
ayawinner because we both have a truly unhealthy obsession with Korean actor Lee Jongsuk. Inspired by this really incredible video. Also, sorry, dude from that one boyband whose name I also borrowed. (Sorry, ayawinner, I know I asked you to beta-read this and we didn't get around to it yet but I really needed a joker today XD).Flower Prince
Of course he is not wearing a shirt.
It's Woobin's own fault, really, he should have known that asking Jongsuk to come to the station instead of visiting him at home would come at a price. The wizard does nothing for free and his favourite currency seems to be Woobin's sanity, which is why Woobin is now faced with Jongsuk in a very well tailored suit (pink, with flowers on it) and nothing else.
"Is there a reason you are not wearing shoes?" Woobin asks and stares intently at his monitor. "Did you ride here on a broom?"
Jongsuk laughs, a bright sound that takes up more space than some people Woobin knows. "I took a taxi, actually. Will those expenses be covered by the police by the way?"
"No they will not," Woobin says. He still can't bring himself to look straight at Jongsuk which is lousy behaviour for a police man, but there is a time and place for everything and for the way Jongsuk lounges on the old creaky plastic chair, that would be "a strip club in the seediest part of town" and "well after 2am".
Woobin shakes his head and focuses again on his monitor, calling up the files about the florist whose name they found coupled with almost all of their murder victims so far. Jongsuk is rocking on his chair, looking around the station's main office and winking at Woobin's colleagues. Some of them have seen worse than a half naked dude with flawless eye makeup and artfully mussed up hair, but they still stare wide eyed and open mouthed at Jongsuk.
It has probably to do with magic, Woobin decides and fights back the urge to offer Jongsuk his uniform jacket (and by offer he means walking up to him and just shoving his arms in the sleeves).
"You told me you know the owner of that flower shop, Kim Jongup?" Woobin finally says.
Jongsuk turns his head, very slowly as if he has already forgotten why he came here. He smiles and yawns.
"Yeah. He didn't call his shop 'Avalon' for nothing, you know."
Woobin blinks. "I am guessing it isn't a normal flower shop then?"
"Nope. Flowers in the front, rave in the back."
"Is he involved with..."
Woobin scoffs. He still feels incredibly weird to ask Jongsuk about magic and demons, even though he already shot two of those particular bastards.
Sometimes he finds himself explaining them as two humans cosplaying a being with four arms and wielding a lot of talking swords. It sounds sillier than "demons" but when Woobin wakes up at night, screaming and panting from bloody suffocating nightmares, it helps him calm down to imagine that he merely killed a man and that the blood was red and not leaving burn marks on Woobin's left shoulder.
Maybe he should see the police therapist, as his colleague suggested.
Woobin shakes his head. He has no time for that, he needs to question Jongsuk and send him and his bare chest on his merry way and not think about him or demons or therapy anymore.
"Is he involved with your people?" Woobin finally asks. Jongsuk gives him a tired smile while flopping down on Woobin's desk. He moves like pipe smoke. Woobin shudders and promises himself to never ask Jongsuk to come to the station again. He doesn't belong here under harsh neon lights. They seem to drain the colour from his hair and eyes.
"My people meaning magic folks?"
"Yes."
"Of course he is. He sells drugs, mainly to a magically gifted crowd even though he himself can't wizard his way out of a paper bag."
Woobin nods, jotting down notes as fast as he can. "What kind of drugs?"
"Do I look like I know my way around drugs, Officer?"
"I will not tell you what you look like to me, or you might want to file a complaint against me."
"That good, hu?"
"Jongsuk..."
Someone drops what sounds like a bucket full of pencils behind Woobin's back and Jongsuk snorts and laughs, loudly and full of colours that Woobin has never before seen in his life. He doesn't mind and allows himself a small grin before shaking his head and looking at his notes again.
"So what does he sell? Normal drugs or... potions?"
"Meth, mostly. Pays better."
"Ah."
"Of course it's potions. I am just fucking with you."
Woobin can't help himself, he laughs and shakes his head at Jongsuk, who blinks at him and even sits up straighter. Laughing people into attention, that's a new one even for Woobin but what isn't these days, where he gets choked by demons and talks about potions with a wizard and nobody bats an eye at that.
"Alright. He sells potions and I am guessing I should not eat or drink anything when I question him, lest I stay stuck in the fairy realm for years."
"Do you usually eat or drink anything when you question normal drug dealers?"
Woobin smiles. "No. But heroine doesn't usually look like Fanta."
He wanted to say "coke" but that joke is probably older than even Jongsuk and Woobin has some dignity left.
"Neither do potions," Jongsuk says darkly. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and gives Woobin a rather pointed stare. Woobin doesn't like it. "If you are going to question Jongup, I am coming with you."
"Excuse me?"
"You know nothing about potions, about magic, about anything and you don't really think that Jongup is going to give you answers about things that don't even officially exist? He won't and he will either pack up and vanish or he will slip you something and you will end up shitting frogs for the rest of your life."
Woobin squares his shoulders and tries very hard not to raise his voice (or imagining frogs crawling out of... he is not going there. Absolutely not). "You may have some trust in my abilities to do my job, Jongsuk."
Jongsuk scoffs. "I have all the trust in the world", he says which sounds like "Zero" to Woobin's ears, but he keeps his mouth shut. "It's just... there are a lot of things you don't know about my... my people, alright? And you have no time to read or learn or ask about those, so it would be better for you to take you with me, so I can at least tell you when Jongup is telling you bullshit! You want to catch that killer and I want..."
Jongsuk interrupts himself and shakes his head in utter frustration. He even blushes a bit, but before Woobin can wonder what he wanted to say, Jongsuk settles for a simple smug smile and says: "I want my peace and quiet back. So, what do you say officer?"
He shouldn't. It's illegal to involve civilians into official police business and it's probably doubly illegal to ask a wizard for help. Woobin can't remember if there are any regulations in the "official official book" that his colleague gave him when they first stumbled about magic but there probably are and he really doesn't want to rely on Jongsuk that much anyway (he already saved his ass from the demons after all).
But Woobin knows that he would be in way over his head and ruin more potential traces and hints on his own than he would with a guide like Jongsuk.
Maybe he can put him down as "advisor" in the report.
"Alright," Woobin sighs, trying his hardest to ignore Jongsuk's triumphant smile. "I will take you with me. But you will do nothing and say nothing without me telling you to, understood?"
"Loud and clear, Officer. You are very kinky."
Woobin groans. "Go home, Jongsuk."
"Sure. Can I borrow a broom?"
Woobin considers hitting him with the stapler but then Jongsuk gets up and walks around the desk to stand next to Woobin. He is still smiling brightly, but his eyes dart over Woobin's neck and his shoulders.
"Does it still hurt?" he asks quietly.
Woobin shakes his head. "Not much. It's already scarred over."
Jongsuk nods and then, with a quick movement of his hand and a mumble in a language Woobin doesn't know, he pushes a shimmering globe of green light right in Woobin's shoulder.
Woobin jerks back but the light vanishes as quickly as it came and suddenly the pain in his shoulder is gone completely, only leaving a throbbing pulse like a firm hand massaging him through his uniform.
"You shouldn't..." he manages to tell Jongsuk, but the wizard just shakes his head.
"And you shouldn't lie, Officer."
Woobin nods. He doesn't know what else to do, when Jongsuk bows and says his goodbyes.
When Woobin sees him walk through the main doors, he notices that he didn't even thank him.