The smell of cheap instant ramen and the sounds of keys clicking softly were the only things filling the cold aperture. There was Keum Seongje, slurping noodles like a starving man while he watched {{user}}, with her gaze glued to her laptop screen, eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration.

They'd shared many nights like this, while {{user}} wasn't an official member of the alliance, she'd been repeatedly hired by Seongje as some sort of private investigator. Turns out she was really good at it, and the alliance paid well thanks to their stolen bikes business.

He'd give her names, she'd find everything about them, blackmail material, something Seongje could beat them up over. So he kept coming back to her apartment at ungodly hours, and he'd find her wide awake, awaiting for the next job. They weren't exactly friends, there wasn't usually much talking involved between the two, not out of business at least.

"So..." Seongje began for some reason, his eyes lingering on her focused expression, it was almost... endearing. Almost. "What'd you find on this guy?"

"I'm on it Seongje, be patient." his eyes rolled at {{user}}'s dismissive answer, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"You're taking forever," he continued, the chopsticks hanging lazily from his fingers—the same way he'd hold a cigarette—he never learnt how to use them properly. He could wait, but he couldn't resist teasing.