《 minhyuk's - room 316

@seo inguk. (( xD land of the free, my left buttock. It's alright, people have loves outside of rps after all xD))

Minhyuk's patience was wearing thin now, especially since this guy, this cop, was suddenly so curious on coming in. He had half the mind to ask for a warrant, but he knew that would make him look like he had something to hide, right? And if this idiot really did just want to ask him questions, then why risk him coming back again?
"Alright," he responded rather bitterly, eyes lingering over the other's badge before focusing on the chain attached to his door, that was separating them.
Minhyuk pursed his lips and shut his door for a moment, so that he could undo the chain and let the other in. When he opened the door again, he moved out of the way and gestured for the nuisance to come inside.
"Sorry for the mess," he stated, even though his place was literally empty save for the icecream tub on the floor, his bed, one measly closet, and his laptop.

@lee minhyuk. < the land of the freeeee and the home of the braaaave e u e and np sorry it took me awhile to reply :( >

The look on the younger boy’s face was one Inguk had seen all too often. That odd quirk of the lips, a brief flash of teeth, that one second glance—this kid was liar. It took one to know one. But it was too late in the night and too cold in the hallway for Inguk to care. Until that line came from the boy’s mouth. Now it was his business, whether the other liked it or not. “Ah, great! Then you won’t mind letting me in?” He returned the gesture nonchalantly, not missing the irritation straining the boy’s smile. “Haha, I’d love to leave, but its procedure—out of my hands, sorry.” His fingers scratched at the side of his temple; his features apologetic. “I just have to ask you a few questions. Take some notes, that’s all,” he said casually, as if trying to comfort the boy. “Oh—almost forgot—excuse me.” Inguk rummaged through his pockets to procure a worn out badge. He held it up at eyelevel, his expression vaguely smug. “There we go.”

@seo inguk. ((Are you from 'Murrica then? *-* Eh I might have to retreat and charge my iPad soon though, because my phone is being a nut and I deleted a reply to somebody earlier, without even realizing it. ewe /dies/ ))

"Oh yeah I live here," he said with an awkward flash of a grin before pursing his lips. "Look other than my music, if nothing else is bothering you, then feel free to scram, old man." Minhyuk suggested with an irritated smile this time; quickly glancing behind him. He was almost sure now that this guy was either somehow related to the landlord or a cop, because why would some random angry neighbour call another random angry neighbour to deal with a guy like him at such an ungodly hour? If he was either of those though, then Minhyuk was ed, because he had under his mattress... So if this guy planned on coming in then he was as good as dead.

@lee minhyuk. < ohhh?? really? that's so interesting lol i'm gonna be mysterious and let you think i'm from europe heh
i'm more impressed by your ability to write a post on mobile at all lol don't worry about it~ >

A kid. He was called up here for some dumb brat who seemed barely out of high school. Irritation threatened to crinkle his brow, but Inguk managed to transform it into a look of mild surprise. “Are you serious? You know why I’m here.” His tone was casual, light; one that generated little threat and betrayed no sign of confrontation. “I got a call just now.” Surely, the boy wasn’t that dense? He was blowing his speakers at one in the morning. What did he expect? Either the kid was incredibly thick-skinned or he truly believed he had done nothing wrong. The gall. It made Inguk’s fingers curl inside the pocket of his slacks. But if he was annoyed, it didn’t show on his face. “You *are* the one who lives here, right?”

@seo inguk. ((Holy potatoes I haven't seen/heard anybody use the word "jarring" ever since I left London. Where are you from?))

At first Minhyuk wasn't sure if he had really heard someone or not, so he lowered the volume ever so slightly, put his ice-cream down on the floor and walked quietly over to the door, before getting down on his knees and peeking under it to see if he could see feet. Much to his dismay, there was definitely somebody at his door, so with an annoyed huff, he turned the knob, and opened it without removing the chain. "Who are you?" He asked with furrowed brows as he looked the other up and down, through the small gap. He didn't really recognise the other so he wasn't sure what else this guy could possibly be to him. A past customer maybe?

((Sorry if there are typos etc etc, I'm on my phone. OTL))

@lee minhyuk. It was usually one of the same scenarios. A party had been carrying on much too long. Someone was doing the dirty a little too loud. A couple’s argument getting a bit too heated (sometimes it was an odd mixture of the two). This time some joker had decided to blast rock past midnight. Inguk could already hear the jarring sounds filtering down from several floors above, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise when one of the neighbors decided to file a noise complaint. As expected, his phone beeped softly minutes later with a text from the department, undoubtedly saddling him with the burden of looking into the disturbance. Assignments like these weren’t exactly challenging, but Inguk saw them as nuisances all the same. Slow, heavy footsteps took him up the stairs and down the hall towards room three sixteen. He lifted a hand in silence while the other occupied his pocket, and pounded his fist against the door sharply.

“Police,” he announced, followed by a clear of the throat. His voice was low and scratchy from hours of inactivity, but Inguk hoped it sounded authoritative all the same. “Open up.”

@seo inguk. The sun had long since left their city's sky, and a cool breeze wafted in through the window as Minhyuk dragged himself in through the door. He had bought a tub of ice-cream with some of the money he had managed to make earlier on, and he was feeling in the mood for some music to fill that godawful silence in his room. Of all the songs he could have listened to though, it was definitely rare for Minhyuk to be in the mood for Broken Valentine at such a high volume, and so late at night. But he was definitely in the mood for it, and if anybody were to bug him about it, he'd shove them out of the nearest window. He had his rights. So with a plastic spoon in one hand, and the tub of ice-cream in the other, Minhyuk burst out into muffled song, as he tried (and so drastically failed) to sing along with the music blasting from his sticker-consumed laptop.