The knocking continues for another few seconds. It stops, though you hear the voice of a frustrated man on the other side of it. “I heard you were reclusive but do you have to be so damn impolite?” His tone raises to reach you on the other side of the door. He is loud but, for some reason, your hearing grows fuzzy and his voice is nothing more than a mumble. “You were injured at the beach. September 9th, remember it? Just wanted to talk to you about that day, ask for your account. Can’t deny it. I have your hospital records on that same day, Mr. Yoo! ”
You make eye contact with the underside of the door right as a note slides through with an address and phone number. It seems you’ve fallen to the floor, though, and not just gone to peak. The same arm with the cut begins to throb uncontrollably, something twisting beneath the surface and before you know it, the world grows dark. It seems like an injury is not the only thing you picked up at the beach that day.
Far be it from Hangyeol to not answer the door when it calls to him, when a presumed authoritative individual requested his presence. He did not find it pertinent to indulge in the man’s impatience, too occupied with nursing the warm cup of tea on his table and the new edition of his favorite comic book in his hand. He hums softly in contemplation the louder the man gets. So, he’s heard about his habits, has he? And the attack on the beach he dare not forget?
Soon enough, the incessant noises overwhelm his senses. He raises to his feet, palms firmly planted on the surface of the coffee table. A rush of haze swarms around his head, slipping him into a weary bout of lightheadedness. His left hand clutches the center of his forehead now dripping with sweat. He’s panting now, unable to keep his breathing steady as his lungs grasp for air.
“Fuck…” The swear barely makes its way off his tongue and he is unable to utter anything more. What’s left of his voice is hushed and hoarse, trapped behind a restricted esophagus.
Hangyeol does not register his tumble to the floor, only able to discern so when the walls turn upside down and the hardwood presses cool against his shoulder. Worst of all, his arm begins to pulsate with pain. There’s a sense of fullness to it, wiggling through his veins and pressing just beneath the epidermis. His hand twitches and curls underneath him as if possessed. The pain is too great for him to continue his claw across the floor.
He gives in, allowing the darkness to consume him.
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Outside your door, you’ll see a man waiting. He looks to be in his early 30s, wearing a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. His eyes are covered by a pair of glasses and remains relatively unmoving. Maybe if you wait long enough he’ll go away. But he seems to be writing something down on a piece of paper that he slides underneath the door. He looks directly at the window shortly after. It’s as if he knows you are there. The note, when you pick it up, lists an address and a time.
Miss Lee Gain. Go to the Dangam County Police Station at your next availability between 1 and 9pm. Or contact the non-emergency line. Ask for Jang or Kikuchi.
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it’s 8:53pm by the time she rounds the corner to the station and it’s not until 8:57pm when she drops the cigarette stub into the gutter before walking inside, shades perched on the bridge of her nose sliding down ever so slightly as she pushes the door open.
when she had received the note earlier in the day, courtesy of the persistent fucker who couldn’t take a hint, she had half the mind to ignore the request entirely. she has no interest in involving herself with their island’s little police force, unlike gaeun who had been well-acquainted with their station’s waiting area. and frankly, she hasn’t got a clue of what could possibly warrant this, unless one of the tourists reported her for her general demeanour. again.
but the fact that he explicitly stated it was a non-emergency works out in their favour. better to rip the band aid off in one go than let whatever this may be fester into a bigger problem.
which leads her to where she is now, grimacing at the fluorescent ceiling lights that do nothing to quell her sleep deprivation induced migraine. a young man, swamped in his uniform like a child playing dress up, passes by her with a stack of papers in his arms and she just manages to snag him by the sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.
“hey, i’m here for…” she glances at the wrinkled note in her hand. “jang.”
clamour of tawny heart, beating bruise of blithe viscera –– organs are offal, weeping myometrium and briny dew, but her palm flies o’er her ribcage, soothe of narcissus’ craven chest: she’s all mettle and chainmail until dawn. breaths in solitude, until his reflection is sighted.
‘ ––––JESUS FUCK ! scared the shit out of me. where’d you come from, baby? ’
‘ hey. you look like a nice boy. nice little pretty boy. how nice’r ya? bet you’ve got––– one of those cigarettes spare f’me...? BE A NICE BOY and lemme have one. ’
———————— Interestingly enough, Hwani do get those kinds of suggestions regularly whether he just walks down the district or even meeting clients from this entertainment agency he’s working on. However, regardless the compliments, Hwani never once considered joining the said business. He’s too self conscious to even ponder about it for even a second. ❛I don’t think I have the right mental state to be a model.❜ He honestly responded, though humble to his tone, and kind to his smile. ❛Although they say I am proportioned, I have this terrible way of walking and I can’t stand diets at all.❜
