[ Appearance, background, personality, relationships, trivia. None of these categories on Agent Choi's wiki page encompassed any of what the agent shares with him on their bike ride through the streets of Seoul; either that, or it was so vaguely alluded to that users were constantly battling interpretations in the forums.
— In agent chois newb days, he said something like "I just got a haircut how does it look?" do you guys think he was trying to make a good impression on his sunbae when he first joined??
— Are you stupid? lol Agent Choi doesn't care about first impressions, he's always carefree and himself no matter who he's with.
— ^ that
— go kill yourself
Like that.
So it's surreal to hear him reveal these small facts about himself as candidly as he does. But more so, it's — exciting. He wants to know how he felt taking his aptitude test or what his initial first impressions were of his teammates. Did you always plan to become a government employee? When you entered the Cold Storage story, were you scared? However, except for a few polite questions here and there about how his current neighborhood compares, if the restaurant staff is nice, Soleum does a lot of listening throughout — even if his whole body weren't aching, this is what he'd choose to do. ]
I'm trying… my best.
[ At some point in the conversation, his legs were so exhausted he stopped pedaling altogether, but he can't do that now! They're so close to an unmoving seat — he forces himself to cycle, half-standing, leaned forward, and panting his ass off the entire time.
Eventually, the one of the entrance ways into Namdaemun Market shows itself, peeking free from behind a painfully sharp turn and brightly lit with glowing signs and storefronts. Soleum keeps his yelling contained to his own mind as they pull in. The area is teeming with people just getting out of work, tourists stopping in the middle of the street to take photos, harried shopkeepers running from place to place. They would have to slow down regardless of the fatigue pinching at their muscles and joints. On the bright side, the smell of good food is abundant, instantly making the ride out there worth it.
Soon enough, they stop in front of a crowded bike rack and what he presumes is the amazing tteokbokki stall Agent Choi was speaking of. Briefly, Soleum sits there disoriented, then realizes he still has that cigarette hanging from his mouth. It isn't even burning anymore. Whatever, he keeps it rolled to the side for now, unsaddling from the bicycle. ]
Is this it?
[ Are they free from bike purgatory, Agent Choi? ]
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So it's surreal to hear him reveal these small facts about himself as candidly as he does. But more so, it's — exciting. He wants to know how he felt taking his aptitude test or what his initial first impressions were of his teammates. Did you always plan to become a government employee? When you entered the Cold Storage story, were you scared? However, except for a few polite questions here and there about how his current neighborhood compares, if the restaurant staff is nice, Soleum does a lot of listening throughout — even if his whole body weren't aching, this is what he'd choose to do. ]
I'm trying… my best.
[ At some point in the conversation, his legs were so exhausted he stopped pedaling altogether, but he can't do that now! They're so close to an unmoving seat — he forces himself to cycle, half-standing, leaned forward, and panting his ass off the entire time.
Eventually, the one of the entrance ways into Namdaemun Market shows itself, peeking free from behind a painfully sharp turn and brightly lit with glowing signs and storefronts. Soleum keeps his yelling contained to his own mind as they pull in. The area is teeming with people just getting out of work, tourists stopping in the middle of the street to take photos, harried shopkeepers running from place to place. They would have to slow down regardless of the fatigue pinching at their muscles and joints. On the bright side, the smell of good food is abundant, instantly making the ride out there worth it.
Soon enough, they stop in front of a crowded bike rack and what he presumes is the amazing tteokbokki stall Agent Choi was speaking of. Briefly, Soleum sits there disoriented, then realizes he still has that cigarette hanging from his mouth. It isn't even burning anymore. Whatever, he keeps it rolled to the side for now, unsaddling from the bicycle. ]
Is this it?
[ Are they free from bike purgatory, Agent Choi? ]