[ ♕ ] Picking up random items upon the booths scattered around the large area around town. Whether it was small samples or tiny dishes of food in between her fingers or overall small gifts she managed to buy for a good decent price. She hasn't actually hasn't been to a street fair in quite a while, been months. The female was planning to go with another companion but last minute decisions were made and she's here on her own. Sadly.
Clearing her throat with eyes wandering from left to right, hands grasping onto the bag that was resting upon her shoulders in order to keep it there even if she lets go it'll be on the same exact spot. A small hum rumbles from her throat, listening to the soft music in the background that sounds oddly familiar to her and she loves it. Watching everyone have a good time and enjoying each other's company, it's a lovely sight to see.
Taking a step forth, eyeing the portrays and paintings that captivated a hold of her. Glancing around to see what could inspire her since she wasn't interested in buying any even if the employee behind the booth was trying to convince her too. Turning her head to observe the stranger who seems oddly familiar in her eyes, staring at her longer than expected. A little too long in fact, the word -- her name just seemingly slips out effortlessly. A whisper, hesitant and rather soft just falls right in front of her.
"Sooyeon?"
Naeun didn't mean to disturb, in fact it's the last thing she wanted to do but she just needed to know. They were friends in the past, except they lost contact with one another but it's partially her fault that it happened since she was too focused on herself. Traveling to one location to the next, besides she had problems before with work and the person she was forcing herself to be.
Drabble list— You can send one anytime —-Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t. [ we still have to finish plotting but I’m going to stick with what we have already for inspiration ]
[ ♕ ] “I told you, come to me one more time and you’re dead.” Pausing, she’s frozen right on the spot. A little dumbfounded at the words she accidentally heard from behind the door because honestly she was just making her way out of the hotel room she was in not too long ago, to visit a friend to see how they were doing before leaving soon afterwards.
Sooyeon hears it though, the voice was oddly familiar. The name right on the tip of her tongue but she was unsure about it —
Hearing the male’s pleads of forgiveness, the sign of fear chained into the whisper; it’s soft but she caught a hold of it. Hands were slightly shaking, it’s not even her who’s being the target but she’s quite paranoid about what’ll happen.
"Come on, Yeoshin.. Stop."
She has the person underneath her fingertips, her nails clawing the skin harshly to the point where it leaves marks along the pale skin. He’s so close to dying, it’s exciting to see someone fall apart to her. She’s turning into the person she was before, no one isn’t there to stop her nor help; she’s all on her own this time around. Reminds her of those days of living under solitude. The moments where things didn’t hurt so much.
"I did nothing to you nor to your boss." She explained, the situation was out of hand and she was targeted as the criminal. A year ago, she bumped into another hitman; they got into one another’s ways but she didn’t kill him nor did she even have a chance to kill the victim she was assigned to murder during that day. He did and soon enough the poison from the victim’s offering of the alcohol, killed him too.
"You know what happened to lovely people who call me by that nickname over and over again?" He shakes his head immediately, the smug smile lingering on the corner of her lips. Inclining her head closer to face the male eye to eye, inches away from one another as she rests one hand upon the back of his head and the other right on his jawline. One swift movement, the bones cracking one after another. It’s almost like listening to an old song she hasn’t heard in so long, still enjoyable either way.
Silence comes afterwards, a muffled cry and choked sobs just a few seconds beforehand.
"What a waste of my time, all over again." She mumbles it under her breath, leaving the body unconscious; wiping the evidence away despite the smearing of red along her arm from the tiny cuts upon both their figures from their argument which didn’t last to long.
Naeun turns her head, eyes widening at the sight.
Busted.
"Sooyeon?" The other’s name slips pass her lips, taking notice of her old friend standing there; disgust in the monochrome hues as her body shakes up from the entire scenario she just witness. How did she not notice, the movements. Mistake, that’s what she made and now she has so much things to say, too much explaining to do it’s starting to make her head ache at the thought itself.
“Naeun?” She said her name in disbelief, disappointed in what the other did but she was slightly shaken up a bit. The appearance, so pure and innocent yet she’s capable of doing that. Who knows what else she hid from her after all these months and years even if their friendship weren’t so tight.
"W-Why— How.."
Unsure of what to say, she shrugs her shoulder loosely. Nipping on her lower lip, guilty that she didn’t say anything sooner and instead she had to let the other female see for herself which was even worse.
"People think I’m some monster." In truth of it all, I’m nothing.
I bet you thought I forgot-- but happy birthday. [; places a quick peck on his cheek and grins playfully ]
Yes, I actually did think, and I was ready to do my most tragic performance of Utter Disappointment. [ soft laughter seeps from his throat as he grins at her; ] Thank you. And thank you for not forgetting, too.
Someone once said coincidences are hard to believe, but it’s much harder to believe in anything else. Or maybe it was a passing thought scribbled in a book. Or maybe it wasn’t even said, the words were different and glossier, but the overall message, Jinki remembers clearly, was precisely that.
He remembers because that has always been his view on what is supposed to be called coincidence or chance, but he’d never realized until someone else said — or wrote, or sang — it and he was lucky to grasp the idea. It’s easier to use the word luck, no matter how much of a skeptic you happen to be, than think deeper into the small unlikely happenings thrown our way and wonder whether there’s a reason behind them. Because “a reason behind it all” implies fate, implies a hand coordinating his thoughts and his choices, and he refuses to accept the mere prospect of that as reality. It’s just too hard to believe.
So there, few steps away from him, in the building where he now works, stands a coincidence. The most unexpected coincidence he never knew he’d been waiting for until it he sees it. Her hair falls smoothly over her shoulders just as he remembers, and she still has that same strong, blazing presence that calls the entire room’s attention to her.
Jinki feels a nostalgic swelling in his chest as he steps closer, careful, taking a double glance to make sure he isn’t about to make a fool of himself. But the closer he gets, the more he’s assured, and there’s a smile plastered across his lips before he can even get them to form a word, fingers gently tapping on the girl’s elbow.
