a whine blubbled inside of his throat when the phone started to ring and he almost, almost fell down from his bed while trying to reach the damn device. when the hell did he set an alarm? squinting his eyes, kaden cursed under his breath as he read dom’s name on the screen. clearing his throat he answered, while pushing himself up and opening his wardrobe, looking for some clean clothes. ❝ what? no... i wasn’t sleeping, you were sleeping! let me live, what the hell? ❞
there was a pout on his lips and kaden threw the clothes on the bed while hurrying inside of the bathroom. ❝ i’ll be there in twenty minutes. no, make it ten. oh, bite me, ❞ with a small smile on his lips, he ended the call and put his phone away, before jumping inside of the shower. it took him a few minutes to get ready after that and soon, he was jumping inside of his car, starting to engine and heading to the place the three of them decided to meet at. parking the car when he finally got there, kaden walked outside and looked around, grinning when he spotted dom, quickly making his way to where the other boy was and easily jumping onto his back. ❝ hey there, you cute asshole. ❞
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Hyeongjong doesn’t believe in ghosts.
Well… He used to not believe in them… like… a week ago, maybe? More or less 6 days 13 hours and 30 minutes, since Hyeongjong has been counting the seconds ever since he had realized something not exactly human was haunting his miserable ass.Back then he didn’t believe in any ghosts, no.His motto for anything that would be put into the category of ‘usually unbelievable things because, wow, look at that, logic is telling me no’, is that as long as he doesn’t see it with his own to eyes, he can’t believe in it (that has always made things like, you know, religion a bit hard).
Of course, ghosts aren’t exactly something you can see. He’s very aware of that. But when you can feel its breath on your neck, and his stupid cackle in your ear whenever you fucked up in a way it seemed to amuse the spirit… Well… it became harder each passing second.And then it became unbearable. Because the ghost haunting his ass wasn’t just any ghost. No, apparently, as the being had introduced himself and shown himself to be, it was an annoying teenager who loved his sassy remarks more than he had loved life, once upon a time. Didn’t he mention something once that that’s something he did not do, to ‘love life’?It was becoming kind of hard for Hyeongjong too, now that whenever he turned around on a otherwise good day, Dominic would be waving at him from the other side of the road.
Oh, also, this guy was very much visible, he might have forgotten to mention that. Visible and he seemed to have a voice he could actually hear (accompanied by an accent Hyeongjong would define as ‘hot’ under different circumstances).There’s just one thing that confuses the hell out of him: why does he know all this stuff. It wouldn’t be strange if he were to simply describe a guy who was stalking him (in creepy... often times very fiery (pun intended) and paranormal ways, but... details). But, no, he was describing a guy who had admitted of actually being dead. Why the fuck did he do that. Why is he ‘in the know’.Maybe if he had just kept thinking he was a real dude with an actual soul and breath in his lungs, he could have simply gotten rid of him by calling the police or someth- could that have been the reason?
Ah, who the hell remembers.“Listen up, you gnome. I do not care (right now at least) how powerful you are or claim to be: I want you out of my flat” at least for an hour or so, Jesus Christ. Even if you’ve made it your life (ha) goal to torment me, give me at least THIS little break.His prayers have not been answered, it seems, because all Dominic seems to care about, regarding his comment, is the part where Hyeongjong had the AUDACITY to call him a gnome.Their height difference was certainly a thing, so why should he ignore it when he gets the chance to use it against Dominic?
Cue another wave of complaints, sarcastic remarks whenever Hyeongjong replies, and strict ‘no’s whenever the dancer tries to kick him out of his apartment. Not that he even tries to ask anymore, or that Dominic says ‘no’ directly, instead of calling him by pet-names, stealing his food, and ‘sassing’ him in ways that must be quite amusing to the ghost. At least that’s what Hyeongjong gets judging from that stupid smug grin on his stupid hot face.He wants to go back to the times he didn’t have him around him all the time, or that he didn’t know about the things the younger/older/whatever could do with fire.
God, that had been terrible.
The one time Hyeongjong had realized that not every game they played was fun for the both of them. With one of his fingers burning the flesh of his neck, and that smug little grin all of a sudden creepy.That’s when he really prayed for him to disappear.The day after, everything was like nothing had happened.
Hyeongjong went along with it.And now he’s still her- “Would you kindly stop eating my goddamn olives?!”He was confused.Does he even like olives?
❝ That was said so horribly wrong but you sounded very cute while trying. A for effort. ❞
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a HEAVY sigh — she slumps back in her seat, head lolling back; an arm rolls off the armrest, dangling down ‘til her fingers are nearly touching the floor with how low she keeps the chair. ❝ i’m doing my best ! why is english so hard ? ! ❞ more like, why can’t she get away with just reading and writing it for the rest of her life ?
Red ink circled several addresses on a newspaper, and Olly tapped on one in particular: circled, underlined, and emphasized with a heart, ignoring the bus behind him as it pulled away. The house before him was long since abandoned, as seemed to be a growing trend in this neighborhood, not that it seemed to be by choice. The deaths were all a little too odd for Olly to ignore, and he only needed a trip to the library to see something just AWFUL had happened there. How fun.
Olly tucked the newspaper under his arm and made his way inside, blood shot eyes seeing wisps of flame and police and tragedy. He could sense it all and it made his fingers tingle, his head feel light. Did it hurt? He hoped so. Olly made his way further into the house, finding a stair case that to any normal person would just feel wrong, and Olly expertly schooled his expression into one of foolish mortal curiosity and anxiety as the first stair creaked. He could feel it near him, whomever it was- maybe it was curious? It was in a lot of pain, he could tell that much, literally rotting forever with its anger and its guilt. There were two doors here but one seemed.. colder. Olly entered, sensing that the death here had been associated but not linked directly to the tragedy he was after. It didn’t feel like it liked this room very much. Olly turned then, the figure at the doorway crisping in from a shadow like colliding debris. Fuck, it was ugly.
“So, did’ya kill him and try to cover it up, or could you just not handle the smell?”
trepidation colors sooyeon’s cheek a light red, presumably a symptom of her scratching it to excess, as she sets herself down to dom’s side on the sofa, mug of tea in the other hand. ( she’s hoping he hasn’t caught onto her nervous habits, but all things considered, she thinks the chances might be smaller than she’d like. ) still, regardless of how reluctant she may be to bring it up, she was raised to follow her WANTS rather than intrusive thoughts, so, after a long moment, filled mostly with her glancing over at him and ignoring whatever’s on tv, she asks anyway — or makes an attempt, that is. ❝ how— ❞ okay, no. ❝ what if. fuck, i swear i thought this out — you wouldn' happen t' know much about, uh, makeup, right ? ❞
she BARELY had enough time to grab her cat and her phone, so the sheer thought of searching for a decent shirt was out the window. holding muffin in her arms, she quickly hurried out of her apartment, cheeks flushed as she shoved her phone into the pocket of her jacket. the sound of the alarm blared in her ears and she winced, closing her eyes for a second, quickly checking for her keys & then pulling her hood over her head, but it did little to cover her massive curls. ❝ ------- lazy thing. ❞ she scoffed quietly at her cat as she hurried down the steps along with her other neighbors. they must’ve been clearing the entire building.
