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[text]: sorry to miss your call, what’s up?
[ txt: junhong ]: i was wondering if you could come up to the parlor for a moment
[ txt: junhong ]: kinda need you here
[ txt -> wonholy ] dude... [ txt -> wonholy ] are you dense [ txt -> wonholy ] this other hoseok guy must be pretty cool if you keep doing this man like ..... wow
[ txt –> kid ] are you done[ txt –> kid ] leave me alone
The Start Of Something New
@247junhong
It’s the first week of school and Sammy’s having a blast. Now that they don’t have to rely on whether or not their parents are feeling generous, Sammy’s able to hang out with Junhong every weekday which is totally awesome.
“Honggie~!” Sammy calls as he rushes up to the other’s locker. He flashes him a bright grin before bringing his camera up to snap a photo of junhong’s face. “Wah-” he breathes, shaking his head as he studies the preview screen. “Look how cute you are!”
( — @247junhong )
he turns to face june, brows furrowing. “what?” he’s confused, until he remembers – junhoe knows what junhong was like in high school. maybe he didn’t know the details, but since he was close to dean of course he knew he was involved in the mafia.
junhong is scared, suddenly- he already sees some surrounding peers narrowing their eyes at junhoe, who had yelled too loudly – junhong knows he isn’t guilty but he can’t have others believing he is. god knows what would happen if sammy found out–
“june hyung,” junhong breathes, covering his mouth. “pipe down, okay? i know what you’re thinking but i promise you, i’m not involved in that kinda stuff anymore. it’s been six years since i–” he shakes his head, unable to finish the sentence. “and miyoung was innocent… why would i even want to kill her? think about it, junie,” he implores, using his old nickname for june in an attempt to soften the hard look he’s getting from the older.
“i want to know what happened too; and i’m not the only one who could’ve– who’s killed someone before,” he winces saying that out loud, because lord knows how he’s tried to forget. but who else was he thinking of? he only knows of himself, that kijung guy on deadlock, and… dean.
“you have to trust me.” he’s almost pleading now, scared of being accused, of being exposed for things that he did in another life.
The last thing he would ever wish for was not being able of letting go a bothering thought of suspecting a person he once knew so well. And now, June is now even sure whether he really knew Junhong. When he came to his senses and realized that the chaos happening before his eyes is not another part of the game, he fell prey to this madness as well. As much as he was always sure that he is not the one to quickly lose his temper or go crazy along with the crowd, he is now terrified about who he actually may be, since a single situation may change anyone at one blow.
Maybe he is exaggerating, maybe he shouldn’t be so direct about it but it’s the feeling of unknown and disturbance that pushes him further and further. Although Junhoe indeed is a type to be deadly honest, he barely recognizes himself at the right moment.
“Well, that could already be a reason, no? Innocence,“ Dear, that’s so paranoid of him to think in such way and pick on the littlest nuances. When the corners of his mouth quiver to speak out once again, he soon nibbled on his lower lip to hold back something that might be even more ridiculous and out of place.
Junie, it seems to be ages since the other called him that way. Suddenly the tension in his furrowed eyebrows loosened, gracing his face with milder yet still sort of strict expression. This is not the time to trip down memory lane — he thinks.
“Sorry, I just...” He mutters before pausing, with his gaze almost piercing the floor below and thoughts still racing violently. “None of us excepted this to happen, right?”
@247junhong
looking back at sammy from the closet he was peering into, junhong frowns. “sammy…” he sighs softly, then stands up, closing the closet door. from what he can tell there’s nothing in there anyway. they’re only in the hallway outside the dining room, junhong insisting that they go investigate despite sammy’s slight reluctance – junhong overestimated sammy’s ability to keep calm in such a situation. he feels guilty for convincing him to leave the group with him, even though in all honesty sammy, the cop, should be braver than he is.
without really thinking about it, junhong reaches forward, pulling sammy into a hug. “it’s okay. we’ll figure this out,” he mumbles quietly. junhong’s never been good at comforting - but he knows sammy, he knows that some quiet words might be just enough to calm him down. “i’ll keep you safe.” us soon as he says it, junhong knows it’s true. as much as he wants to help the others find the murderer and get out of this place, there’s no point in hiding that junhong’s main goal is to make sure sammy is unharmed.
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In all honestly; Sammy really should be better at this. He had training and he’d been in the field but being so soon after the incident (as he’s come to name it), he just really isn’t in his right mind. He really didn’t want to go investigating but he also really didn’t want to be without Junhong either so he was kind of stuck in a tough situation which eventually led to him agreeing go off in search for something to help solve this all-too-real mystery.
In all honesty, Sammy was ready to call it quits. He was ready to return to the main room and join Hoseok in hiding in a corner and weeping about the situation. But then Junhong hugged him. Is it cheesy to say that the world seemed to stop? The boy hugged him back, a bit shakily though, and nods at his words. “O-okay,” He whispers, voice breaking in the middle a clear sign that he doesn’t really believe him but he hopes he won’t notice.
send me all the texts papi
Status ➥ Currently Accepting ☑
@247junhong
junhong stares at himself in the mirror for a moment longer, silently criticizing his costume. he thinks he looks stupid – but sammy seemed to be excited about the whole dress-up idea over the phone; junhong reluctantly agreed to do the duo costume thing with him because sammy insisted. he nudges the round glasses up his nose and fixes his tie, sighing softly.
when he hears sammy’s voice come through the front door, he almost rolls his eyes. “coming,” he answers, without the accent- and moments later he opens the door. he can’t help but smile slightly at sammy’s getup - even he could admit he looks adorable.
“by chariot do you mean cab? i could just drive y’know,” junhong says as a greeting, stepping out of his apartment and locking the door behind him.
Sammy smiles widely when he sees the twitch in Junhong’s lips. When it comes to the taller boy, Sammy has become an expert in reading him. “Yah- stop ruining the fun-” He mutters before effortlessly slipping back into the accent. Honestly, he was surprised Junhong dressed up at all so there was no way he was going to waste this opportunity.
“I like your get up-” He comments, same annoying voice, to the ‘little’ reporter, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walks (bounces) towards the elevator. “But I really think you ‘otta be a little less obvious with your profession, partner.” He hums, leaning against the wall. “That’s why I’m keeping my badge in my pocket.” He winks jokingly, unable to hide his excitement. This was going to be so much fun.
Tell Me
Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Status ➥ Currently Accepting ☑
Shaky hands hold onto the bottle of Soju for dear life as Sammy stands awkwardly just inside the doorway. It’s obvious that he’s not only been drinking but that he’s also a wreck. He has dark bags under his eyes and his hair’s a mess and looks like it hasn’t been washed or even brushed in days. Sammy knows Junhong has been trying to get a hold of him because Hoseok added that to one of his worried texts that Sammy hadn’t bothered to respond too. In their eyes, he has been missing for three days. In Sammy’s eyes, he’s so drunk , and has been so drunk, he only feels like he’s been gone for one.
When he finally speaks, his voice is tired and strained, like he had spent said three days crying, screaming, or both. “I-I killed someone-“ He breathes, blinking back the tears that come with having said that aloud. It had been self defensive, obviously, a drug bust gone wrong but Sammy had never killed someone before. Never. He could still see the life drain from his eyes. He could still hear the gargling that came with dying. He could still smell the blood. He could still feel the gun in his hands.
He had been trying to forget. The chief had given him some days off so he could get himself back together again but so far all he’s done is try to drink himself into nonexistence. When that didn’t work, he didn’t know who else he should go to. Hoseok would just assure him that it was fine. Sooyoung would just be annoyed that they weren’t talking about her. Wonho? Forget it.
“I-I didn’t know where else I should go-“ He whispers, moving back until he’s against the door before sliding down the floor.
