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Round 4 - kakari, "The Case of the Stolen Badukpan", Fic (●)
Pseudonym: kakari
Title: The Case of the Stolen Badukpan
Characters/Pairings: Hong Suyeong, Ko Yeongha, An Taeseon, Im Ilhwan, Seo Chanwon
Rating: G
Warnings/Contains: None
Summary: Suyeong meets a gentleman thief.
Notes: Set roughly during the latter half of the 18th century, mid-Joseon period. Not too historically accurate, though some genuine research was done on the time period before the idea for this fic was ever conceived. With apologies to various fusion sageuk, such as Iljimae, Hong Gildong, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, and others.
He couldn't say what woke him up in the middle of the night. The house was silent and dark. But something had caused him to jolt awake and open his eyes, while still cocooned under warm quilted blankets. He listened, hearing nothing but the sound of his own breathing, quick and shallow in the cold night air--
A patter of feet, so quiet that he could barely detect it, moved past the door of his room.
His eyes widened. Slowly, cautiously, he crawled out of the blankets and got to his feet. He tiptoed to the door, set his hand on the sliding frame, and bit by bit, pushed it open. He dared not breathe.
He edged out into the hallway and paused, listening again for the patter of feet, growing fainter as it moved around the corner. Keeping one hand on the walls to guide him, he followed, as noiselessly as he could, putting each foot down carefully, heel to toe.
When he turned the corner, he saw that the room to his father's study was open and dimly lit by a candle flame. Flattening himself against the wall, he approached the open door and peeked inside.
A man with loose hair tumbling down his back was leaning over the antique badukpan in the corner of the study. In the yellow glow of the candle, the wavy brown hair seemed to gleam a burnished red. The man was putting in the baduktong, one after another, into a dark cloth bag he held in one hand.
With a sharp gasp, Suyeong stepped into the room. "What are you doing?"
The man looked up. He wore a mask that covered the lower half of his face. His eyes widened as he saw Suyeong. Immediately, he slid the badukpan into the bag, hauled it expertly over one shoulder, and took out a dagger from his belt.
"You don't belong here," Suyeong began, but before he could say anything more, the point of the dagger was at his throat.
The thief said in a hoarse whisper, half-muffled by the cloth mask, "Don't make a sound."
Suyeong didn't move. The thief turned, foot behind foot, still holding the dagger at Suyeong's neck until he was right next to the door. Then his eyes narrowed mockingly, and with a sudden swirl, he slipped away.
Suyeong let out a long breath, putting one hand to his throat. Then, at the top of his lungs, he shouted, "Thief!"
***
By the time, Detective An arrived, his parents and the head servants had established that only the badukpan and tong had been stolen; all other valuables were still in place. In the ensuing upheaval, no one noticed that Suyeong had not gone to seowon that morning. Instead, he eavesdropped on his father's conversation with the detective.
"My son found him," his father was saying with some pride, "but of course, the coward had a weapon and got away before Suyeong could do anything. Thankfully, no one was hurt."
"Does he have a description of the culprit?"
"Apparently, the thief was wearing a mask that covered most of his face."
"May I speak to Suyeong-doryeong?"
"Oh, he must be away at--"
Suyeong pushed the door open and walked into the room. He kneeled next to his father's desk and bowed politely to Detective An, ignoring his father's displeased expression. "Please excuse my rudeness in interrupting your conversation, Father."
His father cleared his throat and gave him a stern glare. "Suyeong, you are supposed to be studying right now!"
Instead of answering, Suyeong turned towards Detective An and said, "I believe that since I was the only one who saw the thief, I am in a better position to answer Detective An's questions than anyone else in this household."
His father sighed in exasperation, then motioned for Detective An to continue.
"Did he have any distinguishing features? Would you be able to recognize him at all if you saw him again?"
"It was dark, and his face was covered. I did notice that he had very unruly brown hair."
Detective An gave a tight-lipped smile. "Which narrows it down to half the population of Hanyang."
"He spoke to me, very briefly," Suyeong said, leaning forward in his eagerness. "His voice was muffled, but I might be able to recognize it if I heard it again."
Detective An nodded but didn't seem especially encouraged by the information. "Well, I'll be certain to call on you when we have a suspect."
Much to Suyeong's disappointment, Detective An didn't have any further questions and left very soon afterwards.
***
"There's been another burglary," Imhwan-seonbae told him as they walked to the seowon. "At Minister Bak's residence, last night."
"More badukpan?" Suyeong asked.
Imhwan-seonbae nodded. "That's the fifth so far this month. What kind of thief steals badukpan anyway?"
"They're not just any badukpan; they're all antiques." Suyeong had made sure to keep informed about the serial burglaries. "Just like the one that was taken from our house. Ours dated back to the Goryeo era."
"But what would the thief even do with them? He couldn't sell them, not now that the authorities are keeping a sharp eye out on the antique sellers. Not to mention all the craftsmen making badukpan in the first place."
"Perhaps he just wants them for himself," Suyeong said as they arrived at the seowon. Ilhwan-seonbae went to his seat at the front of the room, as one of the older students, while Suyeong went to the back. He unrolled his pack and took out his copy of Maengja to memorize, while the teacher began to lead his advanced pupils in a recitation of the Shigyeong.
He opened the book but his eyes merely skimmed over the hanja on the page. He kept dwelling instead on the serial thefts that had stumped all the best government detectives.
The burglaries had begun at his father's house, situated in the eastern half of the city, but had subsequently moved onto other neighborhoods throughout Hanyang. Aside from being baduk connoisseurs, the yangban who were the targets of the thefts shared nothing in common. They held different ranks in different ministries of government. Suyeong's father, a lowly seventh-rank official in the Ministry of Rites, did not associate in the same circles as Minister Bak, who headed the Ministry of Personnel and had a daughter who was a royal concubine.
Perhaps he was approaching the puzzle backwards. The thief did not follow a strict schedule but he did not show any signs of stopping. A new burglary was certain to occur within the next week. Which meant that the key was to try to predict the next victim. So...who else owned an antique badukpan?
Suyeong exclaimed, "Of course! Lord Seo Chanwon!"
The drone of the recitation abruptly paused as everyone in the class turned to stare at him.
"What's the meaning of this disruption, Hong Suyeong?" the teacher asked, frowning.
"I'm sorry, seonsaengnim," he muttered and bent his head over his book again.
***
For the next week, he did not change his clothes when he went to bed and waited for the household to fall asleep before sneaking out of the house. Lord Seo Chanwon lived only a few streets away, and Suyeong managed to find a suitable spot in the bushes outside the front gate to hide. He spent several sleepless nights--followed by days filled with chastisements from the seowon teacher for falling asleep over his books--before he caught sight of a dark figure launching itself over the wall.
Suyeong held his breath and waited, his eyes fixed on the wall. It seemed like an eternity had passed before he saw a masked face peek out over the top. He slowly stood up from his position in the bushes. The same dark figure carefully balanced a bag over his shoulder and leapt down gracefully, landing in a crouch on the ground, not more than an arm's length away from Suyeong.
The thief stood up and stretched. He glanced around him, then caught sight of Suyeong, standing against the wall. For one tense moment, they simply stared at each other. Then the thief ran.
Suyeong did not stop to think or shout for help. He sprinted after him.
The thief was fast, but Suyeong did not have to carry the weight of a baduk set on his back. He put on a burst of speed, reached a hand out, and caught hold of the bag. He held on grimly, and the thief skidded to a stop and turned. He tried to yank the bag back from Suyeong's hand.
"Let go," the thief hissed.
"You're a thief," Suyeong retorted, gripping the cloth of the bag as tightly as he could with both hands.
"Well, obviously!"
"Why are you stealing these badukpan anyway?"
"Because I'm bored."
"That's not an answer!"
"You're the one who asked." As the thief raised his voice in exasperation, Suyeong realized that he sounded rather young, not much older than Suyeong himself.
"Who are you?"
The thief didn't answer. Suyeong suddenly reached out and pulled down the man's mask. In the torchlight, he caught sight of a pale, handsome face, with a pointed chin and long nose, before the thief managed to jerk the bag out of Suyeong's grip and disappear, once again, into the night.
***
The next day, his father summoned him to the study. "My youngest son, still studying for the civil service examinations. Suyeong, pay your respects to my guests, Lord Ko Hwangmin and his son, Yeongha."
Suyeong took his seat and bowed. As he raised his head, he kept his eyes respectfully lowered, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lord Ko Hwangmin, giving him a gracious nod, and his son, sitting next to him with a sour twist to his mouth--
Suyeong's mouth fell open. He raised his head to stare. He wasn't mistaken.
Ko Yeongha turned his head, looked him slowly up and down, then glanced away again, his face still set in its expression of complete, utter boredom.
"I'm always glad to meet another colleague who is an enthusiast of baduk," Suyeong's father said, oblivious to the tension between the two young men. "My son is growing into quite an adept player himself. Do you play at all, Yeongha-doryeong?"
Yeongha inclined his head. "Just a little."
"Perhaps we will arrange to play a game sometime. Fathers and sons," Lord Ko Hwangmin said, with a laugh.
Suyeong sat quietly as the conversation continued, clenching his hands into fists on his knees. Yeongha didn't look his way again.
"Suyeong, why don't you show Yeongha-doryeong the garden pavilion? His father and I have some matters of state to discuss."
"Yes, Father," Suyeong answered with gritted teeth. He got up to his feet and motioned for Yeongha to follow him out of the room.
They walked side by side in silence as they crossed the courtyard and turned around to the back of the house, where the path to the gardens began. Suyeong abruptly halted. Yeongha turned and raised an eyebrow.
"Well?" Suyeong said, somewhat belligerently.
"Well, what?"
"You're the thief! The one who's been making all those burglaries."
"Well, obviously. You have a habit of stating the obvious, don't you?"
"You stole a badukpan from this very house! How dare you show your face here?"
Yeongha rolled his eyes. "Believe me, I had no say in the matter. How can I help it if my father wants to ingratiate himself with yours? By the way, I'm fairly certain I'm older than you; you really shouldn't be taking that tone of voice with me."
Suyeong threw up his hands in frustration. "Why are you stealing antique badukpan anyway? Are you selling them for money?"
"I already told you, I'm bored." Yeongha inspected his fingernails. "I'm no Iljimae, if that was your impression. They're sitting in my room. It's quite a collection by now."
Suyeong frowned. "What do you plan to do with them then?"
"Why, play on them of course. There's nothing like the feeling of playing on the same board as Yi Gyubo or Shin Sukju, don't you think? So inspiring."
"Ours didn't belong to any famous scholars. But it's been in our family for generations, since the Goryeo era."
"That will do just as well," Yeongha said with a careless laugh.
"What's to stop me from going to the authorities right now, and telling them you're the thief?"
Yeongha just grinned. "They won't believe you."
"How do you know?"
"A useless fourth son of a ninth-rank courtier...I'm too respectable and too dull to be a master criminal. Anyway, more to the point, you don't have any proof. I'll just move the badukpan to a different hiding place before the detective and his men ever step foot in the house."
Suyeong said quietly, "My grandfather taught me how to play on that badukpan."
Yeongha glanced at him, then sighed. "All right then. Beat me in a game, and I'll return the badukpan to you."
***
He didn't win the game. "This isn't over, Ko Yeongha," he said, as they finished counting the stones.
"That's Hyeong to you," Yeongha said in mock reproof.
"I'll call you Hyeong when you start acting like one," Suyeong muttered. "Thank you for the game."
Yeongha gave him a lazy smile. "I'll say one thing for you, Hong Suyeong. You're not boring."
"Then I'll say one thing in return. I'll defeat you next time."
Go to opponent's entry: Round 4 - Tora-des, "A Sour Taste Left Behind", AMV (○)
Go to vote: Five-Colored Cloud vs. Ichigaya - First Board Match
Title: The Case of the Stolen Badukpan
Characters/Pairings: Hong Suyeong, Ko Yeongha, An Taeseon, Im Ilhwan, Seo Chanwon
Rating: G
Warnings/Contains: None
Summary: Suyeong meets a gentleman thief.
Notes: Set roughly during the latter half of the 18th century, mid-Joseon period. Not too historically accurate, though some genuine research was done on the time period before the idea for this fic was ever conceived. With apologies to various fusion sageuk, such as Iljimae, Hong Gildong, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, and others.
He couldn't say what woke him up in the middle of the night. The house was silent and dark. But something had caused him to jolt awake and open his eyes, while still cocooned under warm quilted blankets. He listened, hearing nothing but the sound of his own breathing, quick and shallow in the cold night air--
A patter of feet, so quiet that he could barely detect it, moved past the door of his room.
His eyes widened. Slowly, cautiously, he crawled out of the blankets and got to his feet. He tiptoed to the door, set his hand on the sliding frame, and bit by bit, pushed it open. He dared not breathe.
He edged out into the hallway and paused, listening again for the patter of feet, growing fainter as it moved around the corner. Keeping one hand on the walls to guide him, he followed, as noiselessly as he could, putting each foot down carefully, heel to toe.
When he turned the corner, he saw that the room to his father's study was open and dimly lit by a candle flame. Flattening himself against the wall, he approached the open door and peeked inside.
A man with loose hair tumbling down his back was leaning over the antique badukpan in the corner of the study. In the yellow glow of the candle, the wavy brown hair seemed to gleam a burnished red. The man was putting in the baduktong, one after another, into a dark cloth bag he held in one hand.
With a sharp gasp, Suyeong stepped into the room. "What are you doing?"
The man looked up. He wore a mask that covered the lower half of his face. His eyes widened as he saw Suyeong. Immediately, he slid the badukpan into the bag, hauled it expertly over one shoulder, and took out a dagger from his belt.
"You don't belong here," Suyeong began, but before he could say anything more, the point of the dagger was at his throat.
The thief said in a hoarse whisper, half-muffled by the cloth mask, "Don't make a sound."
Suyeong didn't move. The thief turned, foot behind foot, still holding the dagger at Suyeong's neck until he was right next to the door. Then his eyes narrowed mockingly, and with a sudden swirl, he slipped away.
Suyeong let out a long breath, putting one hand to his throat. Then, at the top of his lungs, he shouted, "Thief!"
***
By the time, Detective An arrived, his parents and the head servants had established that only the badukpan and tong had been stolen; all other valuables were still in place. In the ensuing upheaval, no one noticed that Suyeong had not gone to seowon that morning. Instead, he eavesdropped on his father's conversation with the detective.
"My son found him," his father was saying with some pride, "but of course, the coward had a weapon and got away before Suyeong could do anything. Thankfully, no one was hurt."
"Does he have a description of the culprit?"
"Apparently, the thief was wearing a mask that covered most of his face."
"May I speak to Suyeong-doryeong?"
"Oh, he must be away at--"
Suyeong pushed the door open and walked into the room. He kneeled next to his father's desk and bowed politely to Detective An, ignoring his father's displeased expression. "Please excuse my rudeness in interrupting your conversation, Father."
His father cleared his throat and gave him a stern glare. "Suyeong, you are supposed to be studying right now!"
Instead of answering, Suyeong turned towards Detective An and said, "I believe that since I was the only one who saw the thief, I am in a better position to answer Detective An's questions than anyone else in this household."
His father sighed in exasperation, then motioned for Detective An to continue.
"Did he have any distinguishing features? Would you be able to recognize him at all if you saw him again?"
"It was dark, and his face was covered. I did notice that he had very unruly brown hair."
Detective An gave a tight-lipped smile. "Which narrows it down to half the population of Hanyang."
"He spoke to me, very briefly," Suyeong said, leaning forward in his eagerness. "His voice was muffled, but I might be able to recognize it if I heard it again."
Detective An nodded but didn't seem especially encouraged by the information. "Well, I'll be certain to call on you when we have a suspect."
Much to Suyeong's disappointment, Detective An didn't have any further questions and left very soon afterwards.
***
"There's been another burglary," Imhwan-seonbae told him as they walked to the seowon. "At Minister Bak's residence, last night."
"More badukpan?" Suyeong asked.
Imhwan-seonbae nodded. "That's the fifth so far this month. What kind of thief steals badukpan anyway?"
"They're not just any badukpan; they're all antiques." Suyeong had made sure to keep informed about the serial burglaries. "Just like the one that was taken from our house. Ours dated back to the Goryeo era."
"But what would the thief even do with them? He couldn't sell them, not now that the authorities are keeping a sharp eye out on the antique sellers. Not to mention all the craftsmen making badukpan in the first place."
"Perhaps he just wants them for himself," Suyeong said as they arrived at the seowon. Ilhwan-seonbae went to his seat at the front of the room, as one of the older students, while Suyeong went to the back. He unrolled his pack and took out his copy of Maengja to memorize, while the teacher began to lead his advanced pupils in a recitation of the Shigyeong.
He opened the book but his eyes merely skimmed over the hanja on the page. He kept dwelling instead on the serial thefts that had stumped all the best government detectives.
The burglaries had begun at his father's house, situated in the eastern half of the city, but had subsequently moved onto other neighborhoods throughout Hanyang. Aside from being baduk connoisseurs, the yangban who were the targets of the thefts shared nothing in common. They held different ranks in different ministries of government. Suyeong's father, a lowly seventh-rank official in the Ministry of Rites, did not associate in the same circles as Minister Bak, who headed the Ministry of Personnel and had a daughter who was a royal concubine.
Perhaps he was approaching the puzzle backwards. The thief did not follow a strict schedule but he did not show any signs of stopping. A new burglary was certain to occur within the next week. Which meant that the key was to try to predict the next victim. So...who else owned an antique badukpan?
Suyeong exclaimed, "Of course! Lord Seo Chanwon!"
The drone of the recitation abruptly paused as everyone in the class turned to stare at him.
"What's the meaning of this disruption, Hong Suyeong?" the teacher asked, frowning.
"I'm sorry, seonsaengnim," he muttered and bent his head over his book again.
***
For the next week, he did not change his clothes when he went to bed and waited for the household to fall asleep before sneaking out of the house. Lord Seo Chanwon lived only a few streets away, and Suyeong managed to find a suitable spot in the bushes outside the front gate to hide. He spent several sleepless nights--followed by days filled with chastisements from the seowon teacher for falling asleep over his books--before he caught sight of a dark figure launching itself over the wall.
Suyeong held his breath and waited, his eyes fixed on the wall. It seemed like an eternity had passed before he saw a masked face peek out over the top. He slowly stood up from his position in the bushes. The same dark figure carefully balanced a bag over his shoulder and leapt down gracefully, landing in a crouch on the ground, not more than an arm's length away from Suyeong.
The thief stood up and stretched. He glanced around him, then caught sight of Suyeong, standing against the wall. For one tense moment, they simply stared at each other. Then the thief ran.
Suyeong did not stop to think or shout for help. He sprinted after him.
The thief was fast, but Suyeong did not have to carry the weight of a baduk set on his back. He put on a burst of speed, reached a hand out, and caught hold of the bag. He held on grimly, and the thief skidded to a stop and turned. He tried to yank the bag back from Suyeong's hand.
"Let go," the thief hissed.
"You're a thief," Suyeong retorted, gripping the cloth of the bag as tightly as he could with both hands.
"Well, obviously!"
"Why are you stealing these badukpan anyway?"
"Because I'm bored."
"That's not an answer!"
"You're the one who asked." As the thief raised his voice in exasperation, Suyeong realized that he sounded rather young, not much older than Suyeong himself.
"Who are you?"
The thief didn't answer. Suyeong suddenly reached out and pulled down the man's mask. In the torchlight, he caught sight of a pale, handsome face, with a pointed chin and long nose, before the thief managed to jerk the bag out of Suyeong's grip and disappear, once again, into the night.
***
The next day, his father summoned him to the study. "My youngest son, still studying for the civil service examinations. Suyeong, pay your respects to my guests, Lord Ko Hwangmin and his son, Yeongha."
Suyeong took his seat and bowed. As he raised his head, he kept his eyes respectfully lowered, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lord Ko Hwangmin, giving him a gracious nod, and his son, sitting next to him with a sour twist to his mouth--
Suyeong's mouth fell open. He raised his head to stare. He wasn't mistaken.
Ko Yeongha turned his head, looked him slowly up and down, then glanced away again, his face still set in its expression of complete, utter boredom.
"I'm always glad to meet another colleague who is an enthusiast of baduk," Suyeong's father said, oblivious to the tension between the two young men. "My son is growing into quite an adept player himself. Do you play at all, Yeongha-doryeong?"
Yeongha inclined his head. "Just a little."
"Perhaps we will arrange to play a game sometime. Fathers and sons," Lord Ko Hwangmin said, with a laugh.
Suyeong sat quietly as the conversation continued, clenching his hands into fists on his knees. Yeongha didn't look his way again.
"Suyeong, why don't you show Yeongha-doryeong the garden pavilion? His father and I have some matters of state to discuss."
"Yes, Father," Suyeong answered with gritted teeth. He got up to his feet and motioned for Yeongha to follow him out of the room.
They walked side by side in silence as they crossed the courtyard and turned around to the back of the house, where the path to the gardens began. Suyeong abruptly halted. Yeongha turned and raised an eyebrow.
"Well?" Suyeong said, somewhat belligerently.
"Well, what?"
"You're the thief! The one who's been making all those burglaries."
"Well, obviously. You have a habit of stating the obvious, don't you?"
"You stole a badukpan from this very house! How dare you show your face here?"
Yeongha rolled his eyes. "Believe me, I had no say in the matter. How can I help it if my father wants to ingratiate himself with yours? By the way, I'm fairly certain I'm older than you; you really shouldn't be taking that tone of voice with me."
Suyeong threw up his hands in frustration. "Why are you stealing antique badukpan anyway? Are you selling them for money?"
"I already told you, I'm bored." Yeongha inspected his fingernails. "I'm no Iljimae, if that was your impression. They're sitting in my room. It's quite a collection by now."
Suyeong frowned. "What do you plan to do with them then?"
"Why, play on them of course. There's nothing like the feeling of playing on the same board as Yi Gyubo or Shin Sukju, don't you think? So inspiring."
"Ours didn't belong to any famous scholars. But it's been in our family for generations, since the Goryeo era."
"That will do just as well," Yeongha said with a careless laugh.
"What's to stop me from going to the authorities right now, and telling them you're the thief?"
Yeongha just grinned. "They won't believe you."
"How do you know?"
"A useless fourth son of a ninth-rank courtier...I'm too respectable and too dull to be a master criminal. Anyway, more to the point, you don't have any proof. I'll just move the badukpan to a different hiding place before the detective and his men ever step foot in the house."
Suyeong said quietly, "My grandfather taught me how to play on that badukpan."
Yeongha glanced at him, then sighed. "All right then. Beat me in a game, and I'll return the badukpan to you."
***
He didn't win the game. "This isn't over, Ko Yeongha," he said, as they finished counting the stones.
"That's Hyeong to you," Yeongha said in mock reproof.
"I'll call you Hyeong when you start acting like one," Suyeong muttered. "Thank you for the game."
Yeongha gave him a lazy smile. "I'll say one thing for you, Hong Suyeong. You're not boring."
"Then I'll say one thing in return. I'll defeat you next time."
Go to opponent's entry: Round 4 - Tora-des, "A Sour Taste Left Behind", AMV (○)
Go to vote: Five-Colored Cloud vs. Ichigaya - First Board Match
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-11 05:24 am (UTC)(link)I do apologize for not annotating the terms. I'll be sure to keep that in mind if/when I get around to posting this elsewhere.
-kakari
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-11 06:22 am (UTC)(link)I went through and picked at a few phrasing issues (only specifically because you mentioned you were concerned about wording though, and tbh there wasn't too much that stuck out even looking really hard; as I've said before it's really hard ever to find anything wrong with your prose) - completely your choice as to whether they work or not, but take or leave as you wish:
'heel to toe' - doesn't physically feel like the right description for how Suyeong would be walking silently, unless there's a specific technique you had in mind? ('heel to toe' evokes first for me walking with your feet straight ahead of each other, with each heel touching the toes of the previous. - but then that may be because 'heel to toe' is a specific walking style tested for in the gait neurological examination for doctors... -_-)
'hoarse whisper' - not sure if I'd keep that bit, I think the emotional connotations of a hoarse whisper perhaps don't quite work in this situation? (Considering it's Yeongha being Iljimae). I would maybe just stick with the description of his voice being muffled, and stick to that on its own.
The scene where Suyeong barges in, hmm, I think it's almost a scene you might want to return to in echo, in a sequel, perhaps, because it's already a very telling bit of Suyeong's characterisation, and one that maybe hasn't been fully explored in this installment.
I'm not sure it makes sense for Yeongha to say things 'in mock reproof' given the close-3rd Suyeong POV?
Like I said I really think it works overall; and I really hope you'll give us more of the amazing adventures of the badukpan thiev(es?) I think the character dynamic will probably make itself clear if more time - I don't think this fic does anything wrong at all, I absolutely enjoyed it thoroughly, so yes. ♥
YOU KNOW WHO I AM SO NOT SIGNING.
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-11 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)Ooh, thanks, I think that's what this fic needs most of all--being run through with a fine-toothed comb--and you did pick out two of the places where I ended up taking shortcuts with the phrasing.
I think after giving it another look, I think a sequel will give me the room to fully develop the character dynamic to the point where I wanted it to go. Though I'm still considering the idea of putting in the additional scene that we discussed.
<3
-kakari