๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐-๐ฐ๐จ๐งโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ. ย ย ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ. ย ย ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ณ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง-๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐, ย and yet something inside himself broke. ย ย he couldnโt explain why he felt his chest about to implode, ย but he wanted nothing more than the embrace of someone familiar. ย ย he too was quick to hide away the pain that surfaced onto his features. ย ย seems they both had been good at that one thing. ย ย pretending that pain didnโt affect them. ย
โ sorry, ย sorryโฆ ย โ he feigned a laugh and shook his head before looking off once more. ย ย the idea of a partner sounded like a good ideaโthe idea of someoneโs voice aside from his own was refreshing, ย but he couldnโt budge the stubbornness inside him that rejected anyone else. ย ย rejected the idea of happiness, ย as if min-jun didnโt deserve it. ย ย โ ย fighting crime? โ ย min-jun shook his head, ย โ ย no, ย noโฆ thatโs not the right thing to call it. ย ย โ he started to walk off and stopped to make sure that dae-won was following, ย โ well? youโre coming right?โฆ. ย ย oh! and weโre not partnersโฆ youโre an investigator in training! โ
๐ก๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ. ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐, ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฌ, ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ โ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญโฆ maybe it would be easy to forget if there wasnโt a constant reminder every night. there had been an alarm setโฆ every night atย 11:00 pm, to replay the message left by the officer concerning her โmurderโ. she died because she was old, he lied to himself and everyone around himโฆ and he was just far too weak to face it. in truth, he knew it may have been something else, but if he was too weak to face a natural death, how could he ever possibly face a murder of his beloved mother? he blamed himself for not being there for her, just like before with his father. these emotions heโd spent years of building a mask around somehow flashed in his eyes, the windows that carried all of his emotions, and this man whom heโd missed most of all. his best friend.
there had been nights where he had thought about calling him, letting him know he was still alive, and that he was doing alright, but he didnโt have the strength to make it to the phone and on the rare nights he did he would be caught off guard by the voicemail he kept purposely on repeat, and it would leave him in the fetal position, sobbing until he passed out. he had no one and buried himself inside himself, confiding in his pet fish when need be.
he felt a smile growing on his face as he watch min-jun walk away, tears begin to well up in his eyes, it was hard to fight overwhelming emotions. he laughed, it was real, for once in years, it was an actual real feeling. his heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness, this memory engraved in his mind forever, he would be forever grateful to min-jun for pulling him from his shallow grave which he placed himself into. โ haha, โin trainingโ? โ ย he asked, tilting his head slightly. ย โ that gives me nothing but hope! hey, i know, why not call me your partner in training, or... or bodyguard. i always could fight better than you - hey... min! howโs yu-mi? ย โ he ran and kept pace at his side, he'd missed him ... more than anything.
