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sorry for the lack of replies the past couple of days, but i’ve had a lot of work to do plus my laptop is literally breaking so badly, the screen barely stays open and everthing is so slow. i'm working on getting a new one hopefully by the weekend, or as soon as possible!! replies will come as soon as i can!
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ayy so with lots of new members and characters joining, and with me ( mostly ) caught up with replies, you can all feel free to like this post and i’ll write you up a random starter! length may vary, and as always, my inbox is always open if you want to plot or chat!!
a latte trouble.
bnhaesoo
haesoo swears to god, he has no idea why he agrees to the concept of a blind date (his friend’s fault) in the first place. he’s not looking for a relationship (he’s made it clear to about six people that end up disappointed, and that’s just in the past month) but here he is, undoubtedly finding himself in front of a fairly unknown coffee shop a week later with confusion spinning in his mind. and he promises if this goes awfully wrong, he’s cutting any ties off with his friend.
he sighs deeply to himself, and walks into the shop with the ready-or-not-here-i-come mindset raging in his brain like the manta to a battle cry. the first thing he does upon entering is wince at the bell that sharply rings to alert everybody of his appearance, and the second thing he does is scan the place for any person who seems like his type.
( or close enough to his type, anyways. haesoo’s pretty sure his ideal type is a credit card or vanilla cake, but the idea of human interaction certainly doesn’t seem to be in the top five of things that he looks forward to in his life. )
his eyes land on someone seated somewhere in the corner, wearing all black and looking as though he might as well sink into the interior of the cafe. from this distance, haesoo thinks he looks good looking enough to be his blind date. as much of an asshole as his friend is, he doubts he’s going to set him up with a forty or so year old man. so the stranger is the only other option he has, which is why he approaches the table with a tight lipped smile.
“ um. ” haesoo starts intelligently, a hand shoved in the left pocket of his jacket and a blatantly uncomfortable tone that can be heard of in his voice. “ i think i’m supposed to be on a date with you. ”
when in doubt, go short and straightforward.
seonho almost spits out his drink at the mention of a date. him. on a date. that’s something that hasn’t happened since he was about fourteen, and at that age he couldn’t really call that much of a date. he glances around for a second, believing the other was talking to someone else, but no, there was no one else in the cafe that looked like they would be waiting for their date to arrive.
he turned back to stare back at the stranger’s face; sensing the uncomfort in his words. yes, the taller man was pretty cute, and no, he probably wouldn’t have minded going on a date with him under normal circumstances. if he actually was his date and not simply found sitting alone looking like he was waiting for someone ( seonho supposes that it would be sad to just admit he mostly always sat alone ). all he had to do was tell the other that no, in fact he wasn’t the guy he was looking for, and sorry for the mistake--
“ uh, yeah, i think so. ”
he replied nervously, and seonho could have slapped himself there and then for being so stupid. what if the guys real date walked in right now, or he scared him off, or-- a thousand bad scenarios raced through his brain as he settles on simply mentally hating himself for going along with it.
oh well, seonho thought, it could be worse. at least he was good-looking, and now that he had messed up the first time, he may as well play along with it - it would at least make his day more interesting. as always, he would just deal with the consequences later. straightening up from his slouch, he offered the other male a small smile, gesturing to the seat in front of him.
“ you can sit down. do you want anything to drink? ”
yes, smooth, seonho. just keep playing it off cool.
snacks & ghosts.
@bnseonho
she’s half asleep, sleeping off the rush of something, when her phone lets her know with flashing lights and an annoying tone she keeps forgetting to change that someone wants something with her or from her. usually the later, and she doesn’t blame them.
seonho is quite a nice surprise though. he’s relatively low-maintenance compared to her other friends, and from the looks of it he hasn’t forgotten what she likes either. hadn’t it been for the combination of the two she would’ve just ignored it, but she rolls over in bed instead, smiling as she types out her reply as fast as she can manage.
my seon 💌 okay 🗿🗿
my seon 💌 just knock before you come in
my seon 💌 im weak today be nice 🐣
seonho lets out a short laugh at the response he gets; of course being ‘nice’ wasn’t usually in system, but if royce was as weak as she said, then he supposed he could do that for her. for now. he grabs the mountain of food and stuffs it into a bag, fumbling with one hand to try and type out a reply before he makes his way over there.
[ txt → ‘doctor of divinity’ ] alrghit i’ll be thre soon! i’ll try and b nice
he brushed off the typos, sure that royce would get what he was trying to say anyway, and headed out of his apartment and down into the parking lot to fetch his car - making sure to lock his door behind him, something that he forgets to do often. five minutes later and his ancient, clunking car is on it’s way to his friends apartment building.
the other apartment building wasn’t too far from his own, and soon enough he was parking his car and sprinting up the stairs to the right door and pounding on it lightly with his fist, the items that they needed for their day tucked under his arm as he called in.
“ it’s seonho, can i come iiiiin? ”
ᴥ Silver Game ᴥ
bnminjunho
Junho was… amazed, to say the least, by this man’s words. It was quite surprising to hear the reason behind his approach, to know that he had seen him alone and that he had decided he didn’t like lonely people, hence why he had decided to do something about it. Jungo himself would never do something like that, so he was truly amazed by the knowledge that someone would just do it. Maybe it was because he simply didn’t know how to speak to people, or simply because he never bothered to try, but Junho couldn’t imagine himself simply walking towards someone and initiating a conversation.
Sure, he had seen the man before, but had they ever had a meaningful conversation? He doubted, but as he was his client, he couldn’t simply ignore his presence when he actually didn’t mind his company in that particular moment. “I’m not uncomfortable” He assured him, because what kind of man would he be if he sent him away? He sighed though, because this was new and he felt completely out of his element.
“Do you always just…. walk on people and… talk?” It wasn’t like Junho couldn’t talk to others, but he would usually need a reason, and starting from zero, doing that first greet, that was the hardest part for him, one that he always had difficulties with. In the army he only had to listen to orders, and after a few years, he was the one giving them. The interactions were always from one side, so they were easy and made him comfortable. These on the other hand… these were something he wasn’t good at… at all.
was he always like this? his first though was to say no, this wasn’t what he usually did, but on further thought he realised that, yes, he was mostly always the one do to this first. he wasn’t afraid of being the first one to initiate a conversation, quite the opposite in fact. he knew how hard it was for some people to talk to others; he had once been in that boat himself before, but once he learned that he really didn’t care what other people would think of him, he found it quite fun to just... approach people and be friendly. once he got past the nervous rambling stage of his speaking ( usually what scared most of the people away ), he could speak quite comfortably with anyone.
clapping his hands in excitement that he hadn’t been sent away, seonho simply furrowed his brows for a second. he could tell that this was something the man didn’t do often, or really at all. he could see by his awkward demeanour and pauses in his words that he wasn’t feeling the most at ease with seonho’s random attack. it was all seonho could do to make sure he didn’t freak the man out.
“ i guess so... lot’s of people find it scary to talk to people first, so that’s why i decide to take the responsibility first! otherwise everyone would be stuck in a state of not wanting to talk first and then no one will ever talk and make friends. ”
he insisted, words punctuated with overdramatic hand gestures ( that may or may not be a result of the small amount of alcohol he had consumed ), hands waving wildly in all directions. he always found it exciting to speak to new people, and though he had spoken to this man before, he was actually sober enough to remember it this time.
digging for answers.
eunjaebn
What a shame to have had to leave early. She wanted to stay a bit longer at the party, but she also knew she had to be up early and personal responsibility won out over fun in this case. At least she had a couple drinks and was satisfyingly buzzed enough to make the trip worth it.
The walk home was uneventful enough, only her and the song she was humming to herself but as she passed by a particular area she swore she thought she saw something a bit .. .strange, to say the least. At first she dismissed it, thinking that maybe it was a bum just messing around, but upon closer inspection this person didn’t look like they were one. Also, unless if they were slightly wrong in the head, she didn’t think any homeless would be wandering around digging in random areas like this young man was.
Despite herself she stopped to watch as he wandered from one spot, dug a little, moved on to another spot and dug a bit more. It was amusing, but mostly very odd and the longer she watched the more confused she became. She had hoped the answer would make itself clearer as she stood there but, it just wasn’t.
She startled a little when he finally took notice of her, eyes wide as she wondered where to begin to question him. What exactly was he doing, why is he doing this, who gave him the bright idea, but most importantly.
“Are you drunk?”
The words escaped her before she could even help herself as she continued to stare at him, confusion evident. “Ah, sorry,” she waved her hand and shook her head, “I mean, what sort of treasure are you looking for exactly?” as she asked this though, her eyes searched the other’s face for any sort of indication that they’d been drinking. No slight flush of his cheeks and his gaze seemed far too focused for him to be inebriated. Was he just not in his right mind?
was he drunk? he couldn’t remember going out for a drink in the past week, let alone in the past couple of hours. he was about to question her words when he realised - oh right, he must look slightly drunk right now. he had never expected to be caught in the act, and for a second he thought it would be better to just play it off like he was drunk, maybe he wouldn’t look so odd then. he wasn’t that good at acting, however, and seonho could only glance to the floor for a second, trying to conjure up some faint excuse.
of course she looked confused; who wouldn’t be if they walked in on a sight like this, and all of a sudden seonho was terribly embarrassed, because he really wasn’t that weird, he swore - as he would mutter out loud a moment later, trying to convince her that he was actually completely sane in the head ( at least, he hoped he was ). at her next question, he paused, looking back up at her with a cock of the head, squinting at her to search for any sign of mocking on her face. or was she actually interested? either way, seonho shot straight into his answer.
“ well, you see... ”
he started, considering going back on his words and brushing off his earlier statement, and that he in fact was not looking for some non-existent treasure, but was preparing to plant some... well, plants, instead. it was too late for that now, though, and seonho could only carry on rambling to the stranger.
“ someone online mentioned there was something buried here... like, some sort of jewel or something... maybe... but, as it turns out, there’s nothing here... ”
seonho began to trail off the more unbelievable and downright strange he started to sound. sighing, he hung his head in shame and just prayed that the other wouldn’t call the cops on him.
“ i’m not drunk, i promise. ”
it’s a re-leaf you’re here.
bnrian
for someone that spent years of her life in and out of the hospital, rian truly had no idea how to react in this situation. that instinct to care for him and make sure he was alright was there, but all the answer of what to do specifically wasn’t. in her defense, these weren’t the kinds of medical emergencies that she was used to– hers were more along the lines of illnesses and the effects of it, not injuries and definitely not falling out of a tree. still, that fire in her refused to just throw in the towel and call for help– she wanted to at least try to do something and make sure it was severe enough to need the help of professionals.
if he wasn’t bleeding, it couldn’t have been that bad, right? it was a relief to hear, until thoughts of internal bleeding popped into her mind and the fact that she had no idea how to even check for such a thing. all the medical dramas she’d seen went blank from her mind, and all she could do was kneel over the poor guy, studying his state in hopes of something popping up in her mind that would be helpful.
“hey, hey, don’t get up so fast–” she quickly protested, but not quick enough to stop him. a frown grew on her face, her disappointment clearer than ever as she dug through her bag. with as much as she kept in there, something had to come of use. water wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for, but hey, it wasn’t going to make things worse.
“completely not fine! here, drink this. sit up a little bit, and not so fast. you’re just gonna make yourself feel worse if you keep it up. relax for a bit, and let me know when you’re not feeling super woozy.”
he made faint noises of protest, trying to insist that he was in fact fine, and he didn’t need someone to worry over him, though they quickly died down when he realised that they wouldn’t have any effect on the person, who seemed more than determined to help him out in his current situation. besides, it wasn’t as if he would be able to just straight up just stand up and walk away, not when there was still a faint pain buzzing throughout his boy.
he accepted the water from her hands with a bowed head, muttering a small word of thanks before unscrewing the lid ( hands considerably less shaky than before ) from the bottle and taking a small sip of the liquid. he was grateful for the help, of course, but his stubbornness was at a point so high that it stopped him from accepting help so willingly. still, it seemed as if there was no chance of winning if he argued against her, so seonho had to suck up his pride ( what little of it he had left, after tumbling out of a tree ) and take what was offered.
he continued to take small sips of the drink, until his head had stopped spinning so badly and the pain had died away to a dull hum. it hadn’t disappeared, but at least it wasn’t so prominent that he was finally able to sit up properly, and could make out the face of his saviour clearly for the first time.
“ ...thank you. i feel a little better now - i mean, i was okay a minute ago, but the water helped. probably. but thank’s anyway. ”
seonho rambled, not sure of what to say and still slightly embarrassed from his fall. as if to reassure his words, he offered the other a small nervous smile to show that he was in fact okay.
⎡salt and holy water ⎦
bnxminsoorin
@bnseonho
Somehow she knew that she didn’t even need to take the pay that was offered to her and she didn’t even need to do this job. They had money and didn’t need more. Her brother’s club was doing well and he had made it a point all his life to show that the money he earned wasn’t just his and somehow she felt like she could take whatever she needed from Junho. And she had no measly pride getting in her way that pushed her to separate her money from his. She worked before to get even more than he sent, but now they didn’t need it. So really the only reason that she did everything she had now as to pass the time. But this job was too dull even to pass the time.
Soorin sat behind the counter, waiting for someone to come. There were earphones pressed in so that she could drown out the silence that surrounded her. But the music that played was something she was sure anyone else her age would scoff at. It was hardly as though she cared but she knew enough about her generation to know that classical music was not necessarily the number one on their list of things to listen to. It was soft, quiet, soothing. That was what she needed in her life these days. Soothing. Quiet. She had the quiet already so the music helped with the former characteristic. Her eyes were closed, not out of exhaustion or drowsiness but boredom. If she closed her eyes, maybe she would actually fall asleep and then the hours would pass until someone decided to actually walk inside. If she actually fell asleep, Soorin had absolutely no idea when, but somewhere along the notes of a piano she drifted off into slumber simply because there was nothing for her to do.
The door opening was what drew her attention. She was always a light sleeper so it didn’t take much for her to stir and a familiar face entered. For a very boring night, the man that she saw was an interesting one. Whether or not she would ask him that day at least why he was buying everything that he did, that was a question she didn’t know the answer to yet. But every time he entered the shop, she found that it was probably the most entertainment she could get. At least then she could imagine what he would need all those bizarre supplies for. Soorin straightened, waiting for him to bring whatever odd combination of goods he needed that day to the register so she could begin her speculations.
of course he had remembered that he had no milk in the fridge late at night when he was just about to sleep. he could just go out in the morning to buy it, but now that it was on his mind, he knew he would have to buy some, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to sleep - plus he was never in any mood to do anything even slightly productive in the morning. so soon he found himself pulling on a pair of jeans over his pyjama bottoms and slipping out of his apartment to make his way to the local convenience store ( though still in his slippers, somehow he had forgotten to change them in his rush out the door).
now standing in the middle of the aisles, seonho thought that whilst he was here, he may as well pick up anything else that he needed from the shops too. picking up a few items from the shelves, he balanced them in his arms as he moved on, making sure to pick up milk; the original item he came here for in the first place. he let out a loud yawn, covering his mouth with his hand as he slouched over, shuffling back to the counter to pay. he just wanted to go back home and sleep, his eyes already starting to give up on him as he blinked a few times so as not to just straight up fall asleep standing up. he dumped the items onto the counter. glancing at the girl standing idly behind it.
he had seen her several times before, when he was forced into other late night adventures to the store, and though sometimes he had bought some very... questionable items together, she never seemed to question it. he was surprised that she could control such curiosity like that, as he himself would have burst by now, spilling out questions like a waterfall. still, he didn’t never wanted to bother her too much by staying for too long. the milk was placed down first, followed by the huge bag of salt, the several packs of soda and rope, along with a single pot of paperclips. all in all, a random assortment of items, but all very necessary for what he needed. he offered the girl a tired smile as he shuffled on the spot.
spooky™
yewonbn
As Seonho’s ancient car clunks its way into the parking lot, making a rather disparaging noise from its engine as it goes, Yewon practically makes one of her infamous high-jumps, a whole three feet into the air, and only holds back at the last second. Instead of the drastic move she does a cutesy running-in-place gesture, arms flailing wildly. She doesn’t get this excited for many things, anyone who knows her will tell as much, but ghost-hunting is one of those things that holds a timeless appeal to her. It’s as fun as a brand new book, the pages never folded, or hearing words in a language she doesn’t speak, or…or…
Or Seonho, himself. Who she’s sort of starting to regard as a cool uncle of sorts, by the by. This isn’t their first outing together, after all, and she thinks them rather close (though her definition of close is typically ‘someone she’ll let observe her in the midst of being awkward without running away directly afterward’, and therefore not as accurate as some people might otherwise define it). So when her heart does a little excited thudding upon spotting him, his arm sticking out the driver’s side window, it’s safe to say it’s because she kind of adores him.
“IT’S TIME FOR OUR ADVENTURE!” she hollers back, and yeah, she probably sounds a little childish, she’s probably upsetting some of the older folks that live on the bottom floor, but she doesn’t care. At least not right now. The passenger door swinging open is her signal, and she dashes over that way, sliding into the seat with her hand wrapped around the car roof’s edge. “Hi, hi, hi,” she singsongs, breathlessly, grinning at him, so brightly she could probably blind the already blind. “Where are we going? Is today the day?”
She’s been waiting to see a ghost for what feels like years. She hopes that she will today, prays with all her might. “Look, wait, hold on,” and she finally takes in the sight of her friend, “oppa, are you alright? Where were you last night? Was it fun?” It doesn’t appear to have been very much fun, and she wrinkles that spot between her eyebrows for a second. She’s stricken with the urge to get them something to eat, dipping into her tutoring money (what little of it there is) so they can have snacks throughout the hunt, and suddenly the notion of adulthood is dampening her spirits. So she pushes it aside, smile never once faltering. “I’m glad you’re here, I hadn’t heard from you in a little bit so I was concerned you’d forgotten me, or been taken to the other side or something.”
even with yewon being a few years younger than himself, he still felt at ease to be around her; they had a lot of fun together, and these ghost missions were a large part of that. he had promised her that she would be able to see a ghost one day - and he was going to live up to that promise, he couldn’t let her down! since she was younger than him, he felt obligated to protect her and make sure that she saw what she wanted. plus, it meant that she had a load more energy than him ( proved by the jumping, running and overall enthusiasm - it wasn’t that he didn’t also have enthusiasm of his own, but nothing rivalled yewon’s ).
“ hello. hello, hello! ”
he mimics back, rivalling her greeting with one of his own and grinning back at her, her own smile so bright that it practically lit up the whole car. where were they going? he had a whole adventure planned out for them for the day; there was a whole abandoned house that was just waiting to be explored ( though of course he had checked if it was safe first, he didn’t want them getting in trouble, or even injured ). he was sure it was going to be exciting for the both of them, and he was always trying to set up impressive things for yewon; he didn’t want her to get bored on their adventures after all, it wouldn’t be a proper adventure if it wasn’t at least a little exciting.
“ it’s a secret! you’ll see when we get there~ but i can promise it’s going to be a lot of fun. we’ll definitely see one today! ”
he hung his head in shame for a second. so she had noticed his slobby attire; it was bound to happen, but hey, at least he would be comfortable the whole time. he didn’t really bother with clothes all that much, valuing comfort high over style any day. but at least he had still showered that morning - that was something.
“ what? no... well-- i was out with some friends. but not for long. you can tell, huh? ”
it really was only a quick night out. there hadn’t been any drinking involved ( or, not much, only a glass or two ) and he had got back still early in the night. it hadn’t stopped him from getting out of bed in the morning so he would call that a success.
“ it’s nice to to see you again too! of course i’d never forget you, you’re my number one sidekick! i’ve missed having you on my adventures. ”
ᴥ Silver Game ᴥ
bnminjunho
Junho was used to the drunk customers that would approach him and disappear, probably mistaking him for one of their friends, or that would suddenly find out he was the owner and would request free drinks and services because -as they would claim- he should be thanking them for their loyalty by giving away free alcohol. So he was not bothered by the man approaching him, thinking he would simply leave once he realized he was not one of his buddies, but as he looked at him he recognized his face. He didn’t know him quite well, but Junho had a good memory and he was sure he had talked to him before. While being drunk. Rambling about a series of things he did not understand at that moment.
So he wondered if he was approaching him on purpose or if this would be another of those drunk dialogues he did not understand, but seeing as he had nothing else to do, he decided to find out. “Are you alright?” He didn’t sound too wasted, so maybe the night was just starting for him or maybe this was actually a serious conversation. If that was the case, he was afraid he would have to explain he chose being lonely over having company, and that he would not thank him at all. But as usual, he decided to avoid being rude and just analyze the situation a little better.
Was he smiling? That really confused him, too used to avoiding strangers and people in general. Junho could only feel relaxed when he knew the person, and even then chances were he wouldn’t freely speak about whatever was going through his mind. He was structured and socially complicated, but as the owner of a nightclub he was pushing himself to be more open about new interactions, specially with clients like him who he had seen around before.
much the opposite of this man, seonho wasn’t one to avoid conversation much, always up for talking to people ( though mostly in such a large quantity, and in such a rambly way that most people would brush him off after the first five minutes ). in fact, he even slightly ( his brain still wouldn’t cooperate with him ) remembered speaking to this man before. or rather, not speaking but ranting with little to now pauses. he had no idea why he wasn’t running away from him through the crowd, but still, seonho was pleased that he had actually answered back instead of just straight up blanking him.
he paused at the question. was he alright? he was showing concern over the older and yet he was simply asking him if he was okay in return. it confused him, but at the same time it didn’t - this an must just be that kind of person.
“ i’m fine. i haven’t even drunk that much. i just always see you on your own... i don’t like seeing people alone! i don’t want you to be lonely; well, unless i’m making you too uncomfortable, then i’ll go. ”
seonho continued to ramble, it was what he was best at apparently, staying close to the other so he didn’t have to shout over the crowds of people around them. the younger wasn’t one to give up that easily, a persistent person in any and all situations - defeat just wasn’t programmed into his body. he genuinely didn’t understand why people would choose to be alone. he had experienced being alone, and not by choice, and he hadn’t enjoyed it one bit - he just didn’t know why anyone would go through that willingly.
a latte trouble.
@bnhaesoo
seonho wasn’t a bitter man. and by that he meant that he didn’t drink coffee. it didn’t occur to him that maybe he shouldn’t be ordering the only hot chocolate on the menu of the coffee shop, but it was too nice to care about the glares from the lady behind the counter. it was warming him up from the cold, cruel outside world that insisted on hitting him straight in the face with cold winds the moment he stepped outside, and it was way nicer than coffee could ever be.
he continued to sip at the sugary drink ( he had learnt not to gulp it down after the first time it burned his tongue for three hours ), staring aimlessly out of the window, because today was just going so boring. he would have been sitting with friends, if they hadn’t been too busy with their much more important jobs and lives. maybe he was a tiny bit bitter after all. he sighed into his drink, face resting on his hands, cheek squished against his palm as he tried to drink as slow as possible, to put off going back into the numbing cold.
that’s when he spotted the stranger walk in the shop, and seonho couldn’t help but let his eyes trail after him as the other stood for a second, glancing around the place. he looks as though he’s lost, and seonho almost calls out to him, to ask him if he’s looking for something in particular. but before he can say anything, the stranger comes over and stands by his table looking down at him.
seonho furrows his brows, confused, because why would someone be stopping by his table when he looks to be about the most boring person in the place; dressed simply in a black sweater and black jeans - not the flashiest clothing in the world. the shorter male stares back up at him, confused but also intrigued.
“ hello? can i help you? ”
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snacks & ghosts.
@bnroyce
it was his day off ( finally ) and the first thing that came into his mind was not to go shopping, do chores, or in fact anything useful - but indeed to just have a full blown lazy movie day. he didn’t have work today, why shouldn’t he treat himself to a full day of laziness, of doing absolutely nothing? it sounded more than good to him.
so what would he need for that? the boxset of of good old ‘ghost hunters’, snacks, and finally, someone to watch it with. step one was already taken care of, the box already picked from his shelf and shoved onto the couch. nothing could beat that show, and though he had already watched most of the episodes ( some of them multiple times ), it never failed to amuse and irritate him. some of the episodes were just too funny.
step two... he had more difficulty with. he hadn’t been shopping in just over a week, so he was running low on the food front. seonho spent the next fifteen minutes rummaging through cupboards, his fridge and even under his bed for anything that looked even slightly edible. before he knows is he’s managed to collect up a nice pile of food on his couch, the majority of them in date and actually safe to eat. seonho clapped his hands together in excitement; it was already turning out to be a good day, and he couldn’t wait to just lay around all day.
he had all the necessary items; now he just needed someone to watch it with him. and who else would he text than royce; the ‘doctor of divinity’ herself, as she had named herself on his phone. he gave a slight roll of the eyes at her screen name before opening up the messenger.
[ txt → ‘doctor of divinity’ ] i’ve got snacks and ghost hunters ready
[ txt → ‘doctor of divinity’ ] i’m on my way, your apartment is nicer than mine. i hope you’re up
and with that, seonho settled back on his couch, next to mountain of trash food, pleased with himself that he had planned out a whole day of absolutely nothing.
suspicious behaviour.
@bnhanjae
it wasn’t as if he had meant to look so suspicious. but he supposed, anyone holding a large case and glancing around warily like he was must look in the least as though they were up to something they shouldn’t be. seonho didn’t mean to look so afraid, but with the current ‘mission’ he was on, he had to wary of his surroundings, who knew what evil spirits could attack him at any second. it didn’t matter to him that all the other people in the streets looked at him as though he need some sort of professional help.
the case in hands wasn’t stuffed with anything that he shouldn’t have, per say, simply with things he would need for his current ghost hunting session; binoculars, his extra special pair of sunglasses with special lens ( though in reality they only made everything tinted green; nothing special ), a torch, and a hat and scarf in case it got cold staying out all night. though he would most probably regret it when he got a cold in a few days, he would still go ahead with it anyway, that was just how he worked. persistence and determination.
so that was why he was standing at the edge of the road, looking left and right swiftly in trying to find a gap between the cars for him to get across. clutching the case tightly in his hand, seonho rushed across the road at the first interval, coming to a stop on the other side.
he only came to realise just how suspicious he probably looked when he saw the police car parked up the road and oh god, he really looked like he was up to something didn’t he?
ᴥ Silver Game ᴥ
@bnseonho
Even when there was a general manager that took care of the details of Amber each night, it was common to see Junho paying a visit. Whether it was because he wanted to see how everything was going or because he was simply avoiding going home, it didn’t matter. The fact that he was there, and that as usual, he felt like a fish out of the water seeing how everyone partied and enjoyed the night. He was not opposed to drinking, it as the exact opposite since with the right people, he actually enjoyed it, but it was the crowded place and loud noise what made him too anxious to enjoy it.
His idea of a perfect night would be sitting in a quiet place, enjoying a bottle of his favorite drink and maybe, just maybe, end up speaking to someone he felt comfortable with, sharing some of his thoughts. It was something he didn’t think could happen in Amber, but the place he had invested all his money into was a successful club and he was grateful for finally being in a situation where he could relax about money. So he liked Amber as a business, but he didn’t enjoy it as a client.
As he looked around, to the clients, to the workers, getting that vibe of happiness that he guessed everyone was enjoying, he realized he could see the attractive of the place, noticing how everyone was able to leave their preoccupations behind and enjoy a break in their week. And that was it, wasn’t it? What people looked for? Weren’t they all just wanting to enjoy and forget? Resting his shoulder against the wall he kept his examination, surprised to even recognize a few faces now.
it wasn’t often that he visited the nightclub. in fact, he would say he only went there a few times a month; it wasn’t that he didn’t like it there, quite the opposite in fact, but he never quite had the money to blow on the alcohol there. however, tonight was an exception - he had received a small bonus on his paycheck, and now he was fully intent on spending it all on some drinks.
though, he never did end up drinking much - only a glass or two, having no secure way to get home ( he had invited some friends, but they all ended up being too busy ), he thought it would be best for him actually stay sober enough for him to drive. he finished the rest of his current glass and placed it back on the bar, taking a second to glance around the rest of the club. everyone seemed to be in groups, whether it be friends drinking, workers laughing together on one of their rare days off, or even just dancers in a crowd.everyone was with someone.
everyone except the man resting against the wall, looking over the crowds of people like he was doing now. he looked terribly lonely standing there by himself, and though seonho had seen him in here a few times before during his last visits ( maybe even spoken to him - the last couple of times were a haze still ) he never seemed to be interacting with others much. seonho slipped off of his stool, moving to make his way over to the older male and popping up by his side, lightly tapping him on the arm.
“ you looked lonely; i’m here to keep you company! you’re welcome. ”
he wouldn’t usually be so daring to someone older than him, but the alcohol that was low-key buzzing through his body was pushing his confidence up a notch, and he soon found himself lopsidedly grinning up at the taller.
( aan seonho → moodboard 1/? )
“ i have no idea what’s going on. ”
