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[arcxbom]

3 and 11 please ^^

3) Every day for weeks, someone has been sneaking into my muse’s home or office and leaving a note which reads “Why did you do it?” I will write a drabble about what my muse assumes the note is about.

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[[AU:]]

Bom sips from her cup of coffee as she trudges down the hallway leading to her apartment. Pausing at her doorstep, her eyebrows ceases into a frown as she notices the scrap of brown paper peeking out from underneath her door.

The grasp on her cup tightens as she glances around her nervously. Fishing her keys from her pocket before bending down to pick the paper up, Bom inwardly cursed at the person leaving her the pieces of paper. Slipping inside, she quickly flipped the light switch and hung her coat. Settling herself on her ebony black couch, Bom looked warily at the piece of note paper in between her fingers. 

The past month or so she had been getting such notes placed in the exact same manner, with the exact same paper and handwriting. Each note had contained only one word. Bom couldn’t deny that she was slightly nervous  at flipping open the note. The past words had so far formed the sentence: Why did you do. 

Slipping the paper open, her frown from before resurfaces and she unconsciously bites on her lower lip upon reading the new word.

"It?"

-Why did you do it?-

Bom let out a sigh and placed the items in her hand on her coffee table before lying down on her couch, facing the ceiling. If the person sending the notes were seeking some answers, they were being very helpful indeed. Very. Helpful.

"At least he bothered to add punctuation," she mumbles to herself lazily, while glancing at the note paper again.

Her finger curls a lock of hair and she tugs at it, frustrated being unable to understand the message. Do it? She did many fucking things, what the hell was the writer referring to?

Fingering the piece of brown paper, Bom tried to figure out the writer. She racked her brains trying to recall if any of her acquainatances would use such paper of it had been utterly random on the writer’s hand. Holding it up to give it a sniff, Bom swallowed uncomfortably as she caught wind of a whiff of a very familiar scent.

Min

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*The rain descended onto the city unforgivingly, belting hard onto the glass windows of the surrounding skyscrapers. Bom looked up at the unfortunate weather, scoffing at all the deities she could remember for ruining her only day off in a long time. Worst was that she didn’t have an umbrella with her.

Sighing aloud, she plopped herself onto the bus stop seat, waiting for the rain to reduce to a light drizzle. Everyone else had dashed for cover, either to a sheltered area or an open umbrella. The few who didn’t mind merely walked through the rain, soaking themselves to the skin. For a fleeting moment, Bom was rather tempted to join them but remembered that she was wearing her favorite blouse.

Looking at the people playing in the rain longingly, Bom waited as she willed the rain away.

"Going somewhere?"

Startled, Bom turned to look at the source of the voice. She didn’t realize she wasn’t the only one there. Her eyes met hazel-brown ones, and she gave a brief smile and nod to the stranger’s question. 

"Ah me too. I have an umbrella but it’s useless in a downpour like this. I’ll wait with you if you don’t mind. My name’s Min, anyway."

A smile surfaces on Bom’s previously frowning face and she finds that she is starting to like the bubbly girl before her.

"I’m Bom."

"Come on in! I want to show you my room!"

Bom suppressed a laugh as she followed the girl tugging at her hand down the hallway. It was hard to keep up with humour, her high level of energy and her optimism. After all for Bom, it had been a while since she had a proper good laugh like that or an overly bubbly friend.

Ever since that man came into her family’s lives, everything had simply been a downhill. She blinked away tears that were starting to pool, it was no good for her to ruin the moment now.

"Oh Jinwoon, hello, I didn’t realize you were back."

Bom looked up when she heard Min talking to someone. His similar hazel eyes, sharp nose and high cheekbones made him looked so much like Min   - he had to be the twin she was talking about.

___________

"Kim Jinwoon, here are his files. Eliminate him."

Bom nodded briefly and grabbed the manila envelope thrown carelessly onto her table. As it was, she already had a pile of paperwork to tend to and being assigned an Arcanum task made her huff.

She waited till Daniel, her superior both in the spd and at Arcanum left did she then flip open the envelope and pull out its contents. 

As her eyes glance towards the small passport sized photo located at the top right of the document, Bom felt her body turn rigidly cold. She had killed before and it has never ever been a problem but this man, this man was Min’s twin.

And Min wasn’t just another stranger she met at the bus stop, or simply just a girl who re-igninted a sense of joy in her life, Min was her lover.

___________

"I’m sorry."

And without so much as a glance at her lover, Bom curled her index finger around her handgun, muzzle nestled at the crook of her victim’s neck. Ironic, considering how she was going to kill him next.

"Bom, please, no!"

'Click.'

"Jinwoon! Oh god, Jin-"

"I’m sorry, Min. I really am."

And she truly was. Never had she been apologetic about her job, never had she felt guilt consume her whole, never had she felt like turning the gun on herself because of shame. Never had she felt such feelings before,  then again, she had had many firsts with Min.

Would she ever recover from the loss of such a rare beacon of light? Bom had pondered tirelessly about it for the past two days or so, but her hands were tied: she had a loyalty to Arcanum to upkeep and she had to do her job.

Despite being screamed at, despite being hit at, despite being pushed away, Bom gave Min one last tight hug and a kiss on her cheek and slowly  walked away, the doors of her heat sealing itself again.

She had been close to failing her mission.

Love was too dangerous to play around with, she had decided.

___________

Bom stared again at the brown piece of paper.

"Why did you do it?"

"Because I had to Min, I had to,"she mumbled and then grabbed all the messages she had been left and threw it into the fire place, ridding her apartment of the new things that reminded her of her last lover.

How Min had been leaving the messages by her door, she did not know.  That, however, could be left to another day, she had spent enough time reminiscing about something of the past that would never materialize again. 

[arcxbom]

nurse me

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Key ring in her hand, Bom walked down the street with a spring in her step. Only at the wee hours of the morning had she finally managed to spruce out her final report for the day on a drug bust that had taken place the afternoon before. She was looking forward to a long and hot shower and the soft bed that was waiting for her at home. Merely thinking about resting back at home made her lips curl up into a smile. 

All of a sudden, a loud screech only made possible by the halting of rubber tires against asphalt pierced the air, breaking the calming silence. Wincing at the loud noise, Bom walked towards its direction, curious as to what the driver was doing.

An unpleasant sight welcomed her - a lamp post was overturned, caused by a sports car that had crashed into it. Glancing at the rood, she observed tire marks, implying that the car had skidded off road somehow. She held in her gasp at the sight and muttered a silent prayer for the driver. Running towards the car, she saw a young lady not more than 20 at the driver’s seat. Her head was resting against the steering wheel and her body was heaving up and down indicating that she was still conscious.

Fortunately the window had been rolled down allowing Bom to check on the lady easily. Reaching out and shaking the lady’s shoulder gently, Bom asked in a worried tone, “Are you alright Miss?”

The lady did not utter but a weak groan in response and Bom heaved a sigh of relief. At least she can still reply.

Bom unzips her hand bag and digs for phone, “I’m going to call for the ambu-“

"Please…don’t," mumbles the lady in front of her weakly.

Bom’s hand movement halts and she swallows uncomfortably not knowing how to react.

"But you’re injured, I have to-"

"Just get me out of here, please. I don’t want my name splashed all over the papers. I’m not that badly hurt anyway," the lady replies back, weaker this time and Bom realizes then who the lady was.

"Luna?"

She asks hesitantly, and sees said person gave the briefest of nods in reply. Thinking quickly, Bom decided that she could support Luna to her apartment which was a stone’s throw from where they were.

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Dipping the cloth in the basin of water, Bom looked upon Luna, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as she pondered about the extent of Luna’s injuries. They had managed to reach Bom’s apartment safely but Luna’s legs gave way almost immediately as soon as they were inside. 

Pushing away a few stray strands from her face, Bom gently wiped the blood from her forehead. Once cleaned, she grabbed some cotton wool, dabbed it with alcohol and wiped at the wound to sterilize it. She had ran out of smaller gauzes so she had to place an ‘L’ sized one on the small cut instead. Realizing this, Bom couldn’t help but smile amusedly.

Bom shakes her head lightly when Luna raises her eyebrows at her smile and turns to clean up the used cotton wool. Luna looked like she wanted to probe further but Bom left the room before she could ask anything.

Disposing the used items and washing her hands, it hit Bom that it had been a long time since she had a guest at her apartment. Glancing at her refrigerator, she wondered for a moment if she had any food for her guest. Recalling the soup her neighbour had given her, she looked for a small pot to reheat the soup in.

Grabbing two cans of Coke, she made her way back to the room Luna was in to find the her with her eyes slipped closed. Wondering if she was just resting her eyes or really sleeping Bom hovered a hand in front of Luna’s face. Once realizing that the girl was already asleep, she placed both cans at the bedside table and pulled the blanket over her so she could keep warm at night. 

Bom ignored the tinge of dissappointment that she couldn’t have a chat with Luna since it had been a while since she talked to anyone she knew from Arcanum. Looking briefly at the sleeping form and making sure everything was in its place, Bom flipped the lights switch off and slipped out of the room.

[arcxbom]

Get Me

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

"You’re moving towards the suspect - go straight and then take a left turn.""Copy that,"Bom mutters in reply while increasing her walking pace towards said direction.

She pulls the speaker from her ear and stuffs it carelessly into her jacket pocket. Her fingers reach out her to gather her hair strands, tying it into a ponytail with a hair tie while weaving in and out of the crowd. Glancing towards her left, she made eye-contact with her partner, Hanbin, from across the street, confirming that he had received the same set of instructions pertaining to their suspect. 

As she waited impatiently for the traffic light to turn red, her eyes swept her surroundings, searching for any suspicious figures. Her police officer training coupled together with her work for Arcanum had sharpened her observation skills tremendously enabling her to sieve out any odd-looking person effectively.

The cars near her came to a halt, the tires of some screeching noisily and she resumed her walking, satisfied that nothing was out of place. Looking ahead, she sees Hanbin disappear round the corner, hot on their suspect’s tails.

They had entered a shabby alleyway that led on to the streets that was heavily populated with gang members and the like and when Bom caught sight of their suspect, her eyes froze and her steps almost faltered.

"Damn,"she swears under her breath and moves her hand to the handgun clipped at her belt.

She had only met him once - it was a brief encounter when she first joined Arcanum but she immediately recognized the signature hairstyle he still kept from all those years ago. 

She winces when Hanbin takes a shot at their suspect who glances behind him as the bullet whizzes past him, fatally close to his neck. The brief glance confirmed her suspicions, said suspect was indeed Leo.

She cursed internally when Hanbin’s second shot manages to hit Leo’s right leg and the latter momentarily pauses to catch his breath. She hated it when her double lives crossed. Already sprinting towards the two men ahead of her, she notices that Leo had paused a little too long and that Hanbin was catching up with him.

She reached Hanbin’s back in a matter of seconds, and grabs his jacket, pulling him back in the process. He let out a startled gasp and started struggling against a surprisingly stronger Bom but soon collapsed to a heap when she took out a small syringe and jabbed it into his arm. 

Dropping his body and letting it hit the ground with a thud, Bom threw the syringe aside. She bents, placing her hands on her knees to steady her cadence and glances at Leo who was trying to stop the blood from oozing out even further.

Moving towards him, she made a grab for the cloth he had pressed onto his wound and whispers loud enough for him to hear, “I’m with Arcanum.”

Her hands moved to secure the cloth around his leg to ensure it did not slid off when he walked. Glancing up at him, she speaks, “I’ve to go.”

He gives her a curt nod and she takes a step towards Hanbin’s collapsed body. She was quite sure that it would have taken more than a bullet to his leg to stop Leo but she knew Hanbin was quite the marksman. His first shot may have missed Leo, but at a closer range it would have definitely been a clean shot. She didn’t want to take her chances.

The sound of his fading footsteps against the gravel floor as he walked away albeit slowly gave her a strange sort of calm. Once she was sure he had gone for good, she dialed the police headquarters.

"Detective Bom here, Hanbin’s down. Get me a medic…"