to all the wanderers; @girlfound
here’s the scene: it’s just a tick past two in the morning, and you hear the doorbell. you’re probably betting that the boy in his tiny one bedroom is shaking, ready to yell ‘who’s there!’, but in actuality, all inwoo does is let out a sigh. a sigh that’s evoked by the fact that he has to pause mid-game and get his ass off the chair, and the fact that he already spoiled himself of this specific scene through his previous actions on the same day.
there is only one reason why the boy’s not at all terrified: hearing the doorbell means there is no ghost present, because ghosts can’t ring doorbells. duh. and if ghosts can’t ring doorbells, it must be a human, duh, and inwoo prefers humans over incorporeal beings any day! but actually, there’s a second reason why. because let’s be real, there is no one else to ring his doorbell at this time other than–––
“bona. really?”
the door creaks open, and she has the same snippy look that she puts on whenever she decides to invade his place. so he holds the door halfway open, lips pursed in faux contemplation. “sorry, but business is closed for today. why didn’t you believe me earlier when i said you caught a little something at the subway station?” he continues by rummaging through his pocket, pulling out a long, yellow strip of paper and then lightly smacking it onto his friend’s forehead. presto!
“and because it seems like you believe me now, that one’s on the house. no need for thank you’s, really–––i just happen to be a really generous guy.”
