☆ : police station

@: bang yongguk Lily was quick in arriving at the police station. Her hair was slightly awry, and face twisted in the same confusion from when she first got the unexpected, random call. "Bang ---- Yongguk? Please?" She tried to recall as one of the officer's came forward and guided her through numerous hallways. "He's still a little out of it. You didn't have to do this, Ms. Macapinlac.", "No, no. It's fine. Hopefully I can help to the best of my ability." She muttered as she was shown into a room where an unfamiliar man sat and other officers kept guard.

"This is the man,"

Her eyes fell on the limped over figure, finally connecting eyes with the other and raised a brow when he spoke. 'S-sorry?'. Lily looked over at the officers before looking back at him and cleared . "Uh, you don't really know me? You don't know me at all, but I was called by you -- possibly on accident? I was told that you don't have any relatives or friend available to help bail you out and take you home, so, I decided to help?" She was so not confident in what she was saying and this was completely out of her comfort zone, judging by the way she spoke, her statements sounding like questions.

"I'll bail you out and give you a ride home. It's no big deal really. The process she could be quick, right?" She asked, the question in the direction of the officers. "Right. Just a few forms that need to be signed before he'll be able to be let go." Lily nodded her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "Alright. Can someone direct me to where I can do that? I think the sooner we can get him home the better?" The officer nodded rather dumbly before showing her out of the room to the front and taking the male along with them.

@: lily macapinlac pliant and compliant, a pathetic lump of coal in the wooden chair. he usually would be uncomfortable, his back giving him trouble from time to time, but yongguk couldn't recall a time when it was easier to just stop thinking. stop thinking about everything. for a long moment, he just focused on the warmth in his chest (from the liquor, no doubt) and the way his breath passively was drawn in through his nose. it passes down his throat, he feels the breeze cut through some of the warmth and enter his lungs. his chest rises gently, and when it falls, that warmth is uninterrupted: instead it's a warm breath that rises up the way it back through his nose.

it wasn't a wave or an undulation, but instead a gentle, rhythmic rise and fall that lulled him into a murky bliss he hadn't felt... ever. a small voice, a small piece of his conscious tried to tell him that perhaps he should have more to worry about here in this station, but it was muffled and shut away by the heady feeling of just wanting to relax. his limbs felt heavy. hell, his head felt heavy. his eyelids were weighed down with a sudden wave of tiredness that ebbed forth.

a sharp prod to his shoulder awoke him as a female officer passing prods him. yongguk grumbles softly as she tells him to stay awake, and that someone was coming to pick him up. it didn't occur to yongguk either that he had no one in this city, but he only mumbled near-incoherently to the officer, and readjusted himself to sit up. he was so close to sleeping, and it wouldn't have come as a surprise if he had already dozed off.

"this is the man," pulls him from his drowsiness and yongguk pulls his head up mid-bob, where his face drooped with sleep and now looked a little out of it: wide eyed and alert, blinking the sleep away from his eyes. "s-sorry?" he found it easier to speak, sobering up a little as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

@: bang yongguk the rustling of the phone on the other side made her silent and confused. a more clearer voice was heard and lily stood up straight and tilted her head. "who am i speaking to?" she asked as she listen to the baritone voice on the other line as well as the slurring in the background. the sheriff. interesting, okay. lily nodded her head and without a second thought, she answered rather clearly for the sheriff to hear. "evening sheriff. i'm sorry to inform you but i think this may be the wrong number? i don't know ANYONE by the name of bang yongguk." she stated as the sheriff went quiet before speaking up again. "mhm. right. that's a shame." as stoic and as uninterested as she was she couldn't help but feel bad as she continued to hear other sheriff's in the background question the drunk man. as the sheriff continued to speak, lily started to go into a small daze of thought. in fact, may thoughts clouded her mind and the sudden repeats of her last name, she blinked and shook her head.

"right, right. now i feel bad, um---okay, could you let me know if he has any relatives in the city at all?" she asked as this sudden, over whelming feeling of the need to help starts to chip away at her. this was another part of her that she tries to tame constantly. she hates feeling this way, especially towards other's that she has never met. lily's foot began to tap rather impatiently towards herself, her hands gripped the phone as she closed her eyes tightly and in her bottom lip.

"you know what.", she shifted in her steps and began to walk quickly in the opposite direction of her home and towards the police station. "just -- hold him there? i'll see what i can do. can you see if he has any relatives? if he doesn't i'll bail him out." she was confident in her words, and the sheriff on the other line seemed flabbergasted that he continued to question her choices. "i'm sure." was all she needed to say until she bid farewell to the man on the other line.

her hands ran through hair and adjusted her cardigan as she stuffed her phone into her purse and walked a bit fast with wider and quicker strides. the grumbling began, and she started to mutter to herself. "good job, lily. great freaking job."

@: lily macapinlac [ *can't be left alone ]

@: lily macapinlac the sheriff said the rest and spoke to whoever was on the other side of the line. yongguk was too far gone, and he wasn't charged with any crime. he doesn't remember where he had gone or what he did. at the very least, he knew this officer was just disappointed: he heard it, he knew that tone too well. it held a stark resemblance to the voice of his previous boss: a warmhearted, kind man he could positively say was like a father figure. this officer held a resemblance but his words lacked the same fatherly warmth his previous sheriff's voice had. this tuba just spat baritone disappointment at yongguk, and probably knew yongguk was an ex-officer from yongguk's license.

and yongguk couldn't tell why he was so sad. maybe it was the alcohol, but the city had been cold to him from the start. he came in search of a new start, new beginnings, a chance at clean slate. it was that one mistake he had made that brought his honorable self down from grace. he was now sharpened into a blade, forged from the fires of unjust passion with a mayor's wife, and quenched in the misfortune that seems to follow him into the city.

his head pounds and the officers at this point let him go. they had let him go a while back, before he slumped into his chair: he was positively drunk, sad, and mum. "do you have any relatives in the city, young man?" the sheriff returns from the phone call, looking confused as if the phone number yongguk gave was the wrong one--and indeed it was.

"mmrph... mnnn," yongguk grunts with a small shake of his head. he's slumped in his chair and fingers lace together over his stomach. he's pliant.

[ he was probably found drunk out in public, yelling or something: not harmful enough to be charged, and not something that can be left alone ]

@: bang yongguk as the lifeless, yet delicate body laid there before lily, she gripped the fabric that was being placed in the rose colored coffin. mr. cho, a mortician, pulled back to "admire" his work before glancing over at lily who seemed to be rather uninterested and lost. "ms. lily, i think we're done here, it's getting a bit late. we can go ahead and lock up for the night, thank you for the help today." with that, lily nodded silently before taking a step back to take off her gloves and any other sanitary protection. coming out of the preparation room with mr. cho, lily grabbed her bag and coat and thanked the mortician once more. his lips seem to curl upwards rather faintly and he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "you know, if this is something you aren't interested in, you can tell me, or tell your university adviser." lily was quick to shake her head, speaking in a soft tone. "no, no, it's not that. i've just -- got a lot on my mind that's all. nothing to worry about, i won't let it affect my work next time. i'll see you tomorrow evening?" before mr. cho could get a few word in, lily turned and walked out of the funeral home as quickly as she could.

lily knew his intentions were pure, but there were moments where mr. cho tried to strike up a conversation unrelated to work. it almost became personal and unnerving for her that she would change the subject often and/or pull away little by little. work had become work, and even though it was her life long dream to get where she was at now, she wasn't happy. she didn't feel fulfilled, at least not at this time. lily wished for something more, something that she could look forward to when waking up for the day. with a big smack to the face by reality, she knew she couldn't have that.

it was a different kind of night, and instead of taking the cab, she decided to walk home to her place. it wasn't that much of a distance, but a breath of fresh air could help her filter out those thoughts that were on her mind all day. her steps were light, and her hands stuffed into the pockets of her cardigan. she couldn't remember the last time she walked home, but she knew everything around her looked exactly the same as it was before.

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzzzzzzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzzzzzzzt!

"oh, shoot." she mumbled as she stopped herself, reaching into her purse as she searched through her buzzing phone. the caller id wasn't anyone she knew, yet she answered it within seconds. "Hello?", "it's my f-fault--HIC..I'm so s- sorry. can y'come 'n' get me?" lily's brows furrowed deeply, pulling the phone away to look at the caller id once more before pressing the phone back to her ear. "I--what? who is this? i can't understand what you're saying. Hello? what the hell." there was a small ruckus on the other side of the line, and lily stood there listening intently with one brown raised and the other permanently furrowed.

@: lily macapinlac it was ing disgraceful. he's there teetering side to side between two burly men and his wrists bound by the cold metal of the law. these handcuffs were all too familiar. if he had his uniform on, he would have known exactly how to get out: the small needle he keeps in the stitch of his cuff of his old uniform pierces his drunken memory, but his attention is wrenched to the forefront of his mind as the sheriff barks at him, "who do you have to call son? one phone call, anyone to vouch for you?"

his head is heavy, his limbs more so as he sags against one of the officers - he was worked to the bone, and up for consecutive nights. instead of redbull, his uncoordinated and tattered attention failed to notice that the tall can he had taken from the shelves at the gas station was a can of four loko: a drink as brightly colored as redbull, as caffeinated as redbull, but also JUST as alcoholic as numerous drinks at once. "mr. yongguk," the sheriff called again, fingers snapping in yongguk's face and he comes around enough to rattle off some numbers to a phone number he may or may not have gotten right. the sheriff dials it none-the-less and starts the call off curtly.

"this is the Seoul district police department at the corner of--", yongguk's attention veers off once again, and ebbs back in time to feel the cold plastic of the coiled wire rests against his collarbone.

"hello," he starts into the phone that's head up to his ear, and yongguk slurs without waiting for the person to answer, "it's my f-fault--HIC." the hiccup is painful in the way it catches in his throat and he coughs away fromt he phone before finishing, "I'm so s- sorry. can y'come 'n' get me?" the phone is peeled from his ear and he can't remember what response he had gotten as the sheriff handles the call from there: a chorus of grunts and murmurs atop the cacophony that filled the small police station.