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Assistant: Title: Material Girl
        Author: yellow_crayon yellow_crayon 
        Chapter: 1/12 
        Summary: “I’m not a prostitute,” The man sitting in the small plastic chair opposite Junho’s work desk repeated.
  Junho glanced up from the arrest form he was filling out on his computer and studied him. Seong Gihun, age forty-three, resident of Ssangmun-dong. The system showed his only living relative to be his elderly mother. There were numerous citations on file for money issues mostly, but no prostitution. Oh, and today was his birthday.
  “Officer,” the man said, wringing his hands like an old woman and rocking in his seat, “I swear.”
  Junho took his fingers off the keyboard and crossed them over his desk. “Ajusshi, I have you on video without your pants in a popular love hotel.”
Alternative Universe where no one gets hurt.
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    “I’m not a prostitute,” The man sitting in the small plastic chair opposite Junho’s work desk repeated.Junho glanced up from the arrest form he was filling out on his computer and studied him. Seong Gihun, age forty-three, resident of Ssangmun-dong. The system showed his only living relative to be his elderly mother. There were numerous citations on file for money issues mostly, but no prostitution. Oh, and today was his birthday.“Officer,” the man said, wringing his hands like an old woman and rocking in his seat, “I swear.”Junho took his fingers off the keyboard and crossed them over his desk. “Ajusshi, I have you on video without your pants in a popular love hotel.”“Do I look like a prostitute to you?” Seong Gihun threw up his hands in frustration, “do I?”He didn’t, but Junho had gone through his tattered wallet for identification during the arrest and Seong Gihun had less than 500 won on him, so Junho had ruled out the possibility that he had been there as a client. And who knew, these days everyone had weird secrets and kinks they’d rather keep to themselves. Maybe gangly old men with unkempt curly hair filled a particular niche market or something. Better be safe than sorry and let a degenerate back onto the streets without at least some punishment. He’d probably trip and fall right back onto a d@ck. Junho wasn’t 100% sure, but Seong Gihun looked a little gay.“What were you there for then?” He asked cooly.The man’s face spasmed slightly at the question, eyes going to his lap. “Uh, I was…umm, it was a surprise for my…uh, girlfriend.”The tips of his ears poking out from the rat’s nest of curls had gone beet red.“You have a girlfriend?” Junho didn’t mean to laugh, but the explosive snort popped out of his nostrils before his brain could catch up.“You don’t believe me? Why can't I have a girlfriend? Is that so hard to comprehend?” Seong Gihun’s mouth twisted, “and why the hell were you videotaping the whole thing? My bare ass is on camera. That can’t be legal.”“It’s part of the new crackdown on solicitation,” He explained, “regulation requires video evidence, which makes sentencing easier at the court level.”“Sentencing?!” Seong Gihun shouted, turning heads in the police station.“Yes, since it is a first offense, you’ll likely be required to do two months of mandatory community service.”“But I’m not a prostitute, Junho!”“Hey!”“Sorry, Officer Hwang. I’m not a prostitute. This is just a misunderstanding.”“There is video evidence of–”“Can I make a call? Is that within my constitutional rights, Officer?” Seong Gihun interrupted rudely, his tone loud and sarcastic. Junho scowled. Their little conversation was starting to attract a small crowd of his curious coworkers.“Fine. Three minutes.” He said, pointing to the public phone by the temporary holding cells. “Don’t try any funny business or this will be more than just two months of community service.”He watched like a hawk as the strange little man shuffled unhappily over to the phone. Seong Gihun dialed a number from memory and cupped his hand over the receiver, turning his back to Junho. He rubbed the side of his neck and tapped the toe of a battered shoe anxiously on the floor. Junho glanced at the clock on his display. Barely a minute had gone by before Seong Gihun slithered back into his seat and folded both hands over his lap like an obedient school child.“Thank you,” He said, giving Junho a tiny bow.His personal phone buzzed in his pocket. Junho ignored it and turned back to the screen to fill out more information on Seong Gihun’s intake form. It buzzed more insistently. He clicked his tongue and reached into his uniform pocket to silence the call. Personal business during work hours was a big no no. He’d learned that from his older brother, along with the rest of his stellar policeman ethics. He was still relatively new to the job but already a rising star according to his direct supervisors.“Uh, that seems pretty important,” Seong Gihun said, pointing a meek finger at his pocket.“I don't take personal calls when I am on duty,” Junho said, not bothering to look at the man.Then, his desk phone rang.“Junho.”He didn’t even get to say his customary greeting. Junho blinked at the sound of that voice. It was—“Hyung?”His older brother had taken the afternoon off. Why he was calling Junho’s work number at this hour was a complete mystery.“He’s not a prostitute.”Over the line, Hwang Inho sounded annoyed.“Huh?”“The man you are processing into holding is not a prostitute,” his older brother repeated flatly.“Oh.”Junho looked up at Seong Gihun, who smiled awkwardly at him.“Wait, what? How did you kn–”“Junho, don’t ask questions. Let him go.”“Hyung–”“Officer Hwang.”His shoulders slumped. Hwang Inho had just subtly pulled rank on him.“Yes, sir.”He still had a million questions, but Junho did as he was told and reluctantly released the man from his custody. Seong Gihun bowed furiously all the way out of the police station and ran off, shirt tails flapping in the sunset like the wings of a weird bird.Still scowling, Junho stomped over to the public phone and pulled up the call history. There it was, on the top of the list of numbers recently dialed – Hwang Inho’s personal number.
  What the f@ck?'
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