A Black infant was just murdered by Mississippi Police.
The news won't say the word INFANT, but I will. Kohen Kartier Wiley was 1 year old.
KOHEN KARTIER WILEY WAS ONE YEAR OLD. HE WAS A GOD DAMN BABY! AND THE POLICE KNEW!
The following is from Mississippi Free Press (links preserved; emphasis mine):
The Mississippi Department of Public Safety released a statement on June 14, alleging that the shooting happened in response to one of two subjects driving “in the direction of” officers. A clip of cellphone video obtained by Fox 13 Memphis shows a car driving away from officers, but it does not appear to show the shooting itself. A photo of the car shows multiple bullet holes in the windshield, including a bullet hole on the passenger side of the front windshield.
Notably, the DPS statement appears to acknowledge that police witnessed the presence of Kohen Wiley prior to the individuals entering their vehicle, and before the officer discharged the weapon. The officer has not been identified.
“Law enforcement officers responded to a shoplifting call at Walmart on U.S. 51. Upon arrival, officers encountered two subjects and a juvenile child fleeing from the store into a vehicle. Officers attempted to stop the vehicle, but the driver drove in the direction of the officers, almost striking one,” the statement read in part. “An officer then discharged their weapon and the vehicle fled the scene. The subjects arrived at a local hospital where one juvenile child in the vehicle was pronounced deceased, and another subject had critical injuries. No law enforcement officers received any serious physical injury.”
Members of Kohen Wiley’s family have denied that any shoplifting took place. WREG reported that, before the shooting, a witness saw two women exit the store: one carrying a single box of diapers, and one carrying the infant child. Family told WREG that Kohen’s mother was riding in the passenger seat holding the child when the officer shot him and that the aunt, who was driving, was in critical condition. Another witness told the news station that she saw the car driving away with police officers chasing after it on foot just before hearing gunshots. At present, no arrests have been announced in the incident.
“Senatobia Police Department get away with too much stuff,” WREGH reported Kohen’s great-grandmother Carolyn Stokes, as saying. “I hear about it all the time. It’s in the news all the time. Y’all probably down here all the time, recording this stuff, but it’s just too much.”
Members of the community plan to gather at Senatobia City Hall at 5 p.m. on Tuesday afternoon to call for accountability for Kohen Wiley’s killing.
So let me get this right: It's legal to attempt to murder two Black women for bringing their child to the store for a diaper run. It's legal to attempt to murder two Black women for trying to flee your gestapo as you harass and threaten them for a crime they did not do.
I hope the citizens of Senatobia raise holy hell for this.
its funny to me indie animation fans get so protective of their faves getting criticized bc meanwhile average indie horror fans conversation goes "i think this is shit" "no it rly is"
Btw! I am currently showing my progress of redoing Aves' design for my Kofi members! It's only 3 dollars a month and I post behind the scenes stuff monthly!
i love the arc of rekha thinking her shift partner is "meticulous like brennan" and then katie taking a hard left turn into chaos while siobhan said word for word "if ive gotten grant i'll be really fucking pissed off" and then grant being consistently very competent at her tasks HAHAHAHAH
Summary: Y/N moves into a cheap apartment only to find out it’s haunted. Desperate, she asks for help, and Taehyun tags his friend Yeonjun—a rookie paranormal investigator. The catch? Yeonjun is a certified professional who is utterly terrified of ghosts.
⤷ choi yeonjun x fem! reader
a/n: more under the cut. pls ignore any typos I was proofreading between my classes lmao also I hope it make sense bcs it makes sense to me. new chapter maybe around this weekend hopefully!!! anyway, pls enjoy :D
13. partially not a wuss
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The automatic emergency room doors slid open with a mechanical hiss, letting in a sharp gust of air.
Y/N didn’t even look up to see who it was.
Her eyes were glued to the heavy double doors of the inner treatment area. A nurse had wheeled Yeonjun behind them nearly twenty minutes ago, and the silence since then was deafening.
Twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes of sitting frozen in a violently uncomfortable plastic chair. Twenty minutes of staring at the dark, stiffening blood smeared across her sleeves. Twenty minutes of replaying the flash of that utility knife over and over in her head—the cold metallic scrape, the sudden drop in her stomach, and the terrifying realization of what had just happened.
The automatic doors hissed open again, but this time, a loud, panicked voice instantly shattered the sterile quiet of the waiting room.
"WHERE IS HE?"
Several patients looked up from their phones in annoyance. Y/N just closed her eyes, letting her head drop back against the wall. That voice sounded incredibly familiar.
She opened her eyes just in time to see Beomgyu marching into the ER lobby, chest puffed out like he was personally preparing to fight every medical professional in the building. Taehyun followed a few paces behind, looking entirely too calm for someone whose friend had just been attacked.
"Beomgyu," Taehyun warned, his tone flat.
"What?"
"Use your inside voice. This is a hospital."
"My best friend got stabbed!" Beomgyu hissed, throwing his hands in the air.
"Slashed," Taehyun corrected automatically.
"THAT IS NOT BETTER!"
A security guard near the desk cleared his throat loudly, giving them a warning look. Taehyun sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before his eyes scanned the room and finally landed on Y/N.
He froze. He took in the dark stains on her sleeves, her pale, exhausted expression, and the bulky, tactical ghost-hunting backpack resting against her chair. Recognition instantly clicked in his eyes.
"Y/N?"
She blinked up at them, her brain sluggish from the adrenaline crash. "Oh."
Right. The profile pictures. The chaotic group chats. These were Yeonjun’s friends.
"The famous Y/N," Beomgyu said, stopping right in front of her row of chairs.
Y/N stared up at him, utterly bewildered. "The what?"
"The girl responsible for approximately ninety percent of Yeonjun's recent psychological damage," Beomgyu clarified, crossing his arms.
"Beomgyu," Taehyun muttered, nudging his shoulder.
Before Y/N could even attempt to process the fact that Yeonjun talked about her enough to warrant a percentage scale, the ER entrance doors slid open for a third time.
This time, Y/N stood up so fast her knees buckled slightly. "Soobin?"
Soobin spotted her immediately. He didn't just walk—he practically power-walked across the linoleum lobby, his face a mask of pure terror.
"Y/N," he breathed. Before she could even say another word, his hands were on her shoulders. He was frantically checking her face, spinning her arms, and inspecting her hands. "Are you hurt? Did he get you? Where are you bleeding?"
"I'm fine, Soobin, really," she insisted, gently swatting his hands away. "It's not my blood."
"Are you sure?" he pressed, his eyes still wide.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"You don't look fine."
"Thank you," Y/N muttered dryly. "I really feel the love."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"Y/N!"
Kai’s voice cut in as he jogged up behind Soobin, breathing heavily. He didn't even care about his phone; his eyes instantly locked onto the dark stains on her sleeves. "Oh my god, are you okay? Soobin said there was a knife—are you hurt?!"
"I'm okay, Kai, I swear," Y/N said quickly, offering a reassuring smile to calm him down. "It’s Yeonjun's blood, not mine. He blocked the guy."
Kai let out a massive sigh of relief, pressing a hand to his chest. "Thank god. I was about to lose it on the highway."
As he stepped closer, his eyes scanned the waiting room and suddenly widened as they landed on the guy standing next to Beomgyu.
"Wait... Taehyun?" Kai blinked, the panic momentarily melting off his face.
Taehyun’s usually stoic expression cracked into a genuine, tired smile. "Hey, Kai. I figured I'd see you here."
"You two know each other, so you’re THE Kai?” Beomgyu asked, looking back and forth between them, temporarily distracted from his frantic pacing.
"Yeah, we went to college together," Taehyun explained, giving Kai a brief nod. "I'm the one Kai texted to get Yeonjun on the case."
"Man... I told Taehyun to send help before you got murdered by Victorian child spirits. I didn't think I had to worry about your actual landlord." Kai looked back at Y/N with a weak, stunned laugh
Y/N let out a miserable groan, burying her face in her hands. "Don't remind me."
"Seriously, Y/N," Kai added, gesturing to her outfit. "You look like you just narrowly escaped a true crime documentary."
The five of them had managed to commandeer an entire row of chairs near the vending machines. The rhythmic, dull hum of the drinks refrigerator was the only sound competing with Beomgyu’s aggressive, heavy pacing across the tiled floor.
"Can you please sit down?" Soobin finally snapped, rubbing his temples. "You’ve passed this exact chair fourteen times. You’re making me dizzy."
"I can’t sit," Beomgyu shot back, not even breaking his stride. "If I sit, I start thinking, and if I start thinking, I'm going to go insane. Why is the ER taking this long anyway? It’s a cut. You clean it, you stitch it, you leave."
"Slashed," Taehyun and Y/N said in unison.
"Whatever! The point is, it shouldn't take an hour," Beomgyu muttered, pivoting on his heel to walk the other way. "They're probably making him do paperwork. Yeonjun can't even read his own handwriting when he's calm, let alone when he's on painkillers."
"Beomgyu, you are literally blocking the path for the paramedics," Soobin said, his voice dropping into a warning, strained hiss. He pointed toward the double doors. "Sit down before a security guard forces you to."
Beomgyu stopped, throwing his hands up in defense. "I'm just standing! Why are you taking your stress out on me?"
"Because you are the loudest thing in a very quiet room!" Soobin leaned forward, his knuckles turning white where he gripped his own arms. "We are all stressed. Just... sit. Please."
Beomgyu stared at him for a second, let out a frustrated breath, and finally dropped heavily into the metal chair next to Soobin. "Fine. Happy?"
Soobin didn't answer, just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall with an exhausted sigh.
Beside them Y/N sat perfectly still, though her right leg was bouncing at a frantic, violent speed. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Her shoes made a faint squeaking sound against the hospital floor. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in that dark, narrow hallway of her Seoul apartment complex. She could still feel the sudden drop in her stomach when the landlord stepped out from the shadows, the dull gleam of the utility knife, and the heavy thud of Yeonjun’s body throwing itself in front of her.
A quiet hand suddenly extended into her line of sight, holding a cold, canned sweet coffee from the vending machine.
Y/N blinked, her leg finally stopping its restless motion. She looked up to see Taehyun watching her, his expression calm and observant as always.
"Drink this," Taehyun said gently, taking the seat next to her. "Your foot is about to drill a hole straight through the floor."
"Thanks," Y/N murmured, taking the cold can. Her hands were still shaking slightly, the dried blood on her sleeves tight against her skin. "I just... I can't stop thinking about it. If Yeonjun hadn't reacted so fast..."
"Yeonjun has terrible survival instincts, but his reflexes are surprisingly good when he's terrified," Taehyun reassured her, leaning back in his chair. He paused for a moment, his sharp eyes dropping to the heavy, tactical ghost-hunting backpack resting against Y/N’s ankles.
The bickering between Soobin and Beomgyu died down into a low, tense murmur as Taehyun leaned in closer. Kai shifted in his seat, turning his attention to them too.
"Hey," Taehyun said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. "While those two are busy losing their minds... what actually happened back there? Before the landlord cornered you guys? You and Yeonjun went back into the apartment to find something, didn't you?"
Y/N swallowed hard, the warmth of the coffee can doing nothing to ease the sudden chill in her chest.
"We went in because Yeonjun wanted to try speaking to her," Y/N whispered, her grip tightening on the aluminum can. "We set up all his equipment and just... waited. For a long time. But nothing happened. No sounds, no cold spots, nothing. She never spoke."
"So you gave up?" Kai asked.
"Yeah. We figured it was a bust, so we packed up the gear. But the exact second we turned around to walk out the door, the old desk behind us rattled. This hidden drawer just violently slammed open on its own."
Taehyun's eyebrows shot up. "The drawer?"
Y/N nodded slowly. "There was an old, locked ledger inside….we’re not exactly sure what’s in it but Yeonjun panicked, grabbed it, and threw it into the backpack. But the second we stepped out into the hallway to run, the landlord was already waiting for us in the dark. It was like he knew exactly what we had just found."
Taehyun stared at the tactical backpack, his jaw setting into a hard line. "A ledger. If the landlord was waiting in the dark for you to pull that out, he’s not just a creep. He’s hiding a paper trail."
"A paper trail for what?" Kai whispered, looking between them. "Do you think it has something to do with Miyeon and Minseok?”
"It has to," Y/N said, her voice barely audible over the sterile hum of the ER. She unclipped the top flap of the backpack, exposing the edge of the weathered, leather-bound book. "The ghost literally wouldn't let us leave without it. But we didn't even get a chance to open it before—"
"Family for Choi Yeonjun?"
The sudden voice cut through the corner of the waiting room. All five of them snapped their heads up as a tired-looking doctor in pale green scrubs stepped out from the double doors, looking over a clipboard.
Soobin and Beomgyu practically launched themselves out of their chairs at the same time, momentarily forgetting their mutual irritation.
"Is he alive?" Beomgyu demanded, rushing the doctor.
"Did he lose a leg?" Kai asked, scrambling up behind him.
The doctor blinked, taken aback by the sudden wall of chaotic young adults descending upon him. He adjusted his glasses and looked at the clipboard, then back up at the group. "Are you... all his family?"
"I'm his emergency contact," Taehyun said, stepping forward with his usual unshakeable composure, effectively blocking Beomgyu before he could say something to offend the doctor. "How is he?"
"He's perfectly fine," the doctor sighed, though a faint look of profound mental exhaustion crossed his face. "The laceration on his left forearm was clean but deep. It required twelve stitches. We've cleaned the wound and administered a local anesthetic.”
Y/N let out a breath she felt like she’d been holding.
"Physically, he will make a full recovery," the doctor continued, tapping his pen against the clipboard. “He also requested a wheelchair because he felt like he couldn’t walk.”
Soobin slowly turned his head to look at Beomgyu. "Your friend is a menace to society."
"Hey, he's traumatized!" Beomgyu defended, though he looked entirely ready to go back there and drag Yeonjun out by his ankles. "Can we see him?"
“Room 553,” the doctor said, gesturing toward the heavy double doors.
The five of them practically marched down the hallway in a tight, anxious formation. The sterile white tiles of the hospital wing hummed under the harsh fluorescent lighting, a stark contrast to the dark, suffocating corridor of Y/N’s apartment building.
When they reached Room 553, Beomgyu didn't even bother knocking. He swing the door open with enough force to rattle the plastic nameplate on the frame.
"Choi Yeonjun!" Beomgyu bellowed.
The sight inside the room instantly halted the group’s collective panic.
Yeonjun was propped up on the adjustable hospital bed, looking remarkably pale but still entirely himself. His left arm was wrapped in a thick, pristine white layer of gauze from his wrist to his elbow. He was slumped back against three pillows, his right hand weakly resting over his forehead as if he were a tragic protagonist.
A nurse was just adjusting his IV stand, looking like she had aged ten years in the span of an hour.
"Ah," Yeonjun rasped, his voice a frail whisper. He didn't drop his hand from his forehead, merely shifting his eyes toward the door. "You’ve come to witness my final hours."
"You got twelve stitches, you idiot, not a lethal injection," Beomgyu sighed, marching right up to the bed.
Taehyun followed, leaning against the guardrail with his usual unshakeable composure. "The doctor said you demanded a wheelchair."
"My legs felt compromised by the sheer adrenaline crash," Yeonjun sniffed, finally dropping his hand from his forehead to pout. Then, his eyes traveled past his friends, landing on the two tall guys standing awkwardly near the door with Y/N.
Yeonjun blinked, his dramatic demeanor faltering for a second. "Uh. Who are...?"
"Oh, right," Y/N stepped forward, gesturing to her friends. "Yeonjun, this is Soobin and Kai. My friends.”
"Ah!" Yeonjun’s eyes widened as he connected the dots. He looked at Soobin, then shifted his gaze to Kai. "The Kai? The one from college who texted Taehyun about Y/n’s apartment?”
"The very same," Kai said, offering a weak, slightly apologetic wave. "Nice to finally meet you. Sorry it's under... true crime circumstances. Thanks for not letting Y/N get stabbed."
"Slashed," Taehyun and Y/N corrected at the exact same time.
Soobin stepped up next to Kai, crossing his arms as he looked at the massive bandage on Yeonjun's arm. "Seriously, thank you. From everything Y/N told me, I thought you were just a guy who got easily spooked by creaking floors. I didn't expect you to take a hit from a psycho landlord."
Yeonjun’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, and he quickly looked down at his arm, clearing his throat to regain his dignity. "Well... as a certified professional paranormal investigator, it is my duty to handle all threats. Supernatural, physical... a knife is basically just a very sharp ghost if you think about it."
"That makes zero sense," Soobin muttered, looking blankly at Beomgyu.
Beomgyu sighed. "Get used to it. He's always like this."
The lighthearted air in the room faded quickly as Kai shut the heavy hospital door completely behind them, leaning against it. "The doctor said the landlord is still missing. The police went to the building, but he cleared out before they arrived."
Y/N gripped the strap of the tactical backpack tightly.
“You can't go back there," Soobin said firmly, looking at Y/N. "You're staying at my place tonight. We'll figure out how to get your stuff later with a police escort."
"Agreed," Taehyun said, his sharp eyes darting down to the heavy backpack resting against Y/N’s legs. He looked at Yeonjun. "But before we put any of this to rest... Y/N told us what happened before the attack."
Yeonjun’s eyes widened, his posture instantly straightening up in the hospital bed. "The ledger, do you still have it?"
Y/N stepped forward, unzipping the main compartment of the heavy tactical bag. She pulled out the thick, weathered, leather-bound book. The leather was cracked with age, and a tarnished metal latch held it firmly shut, secured by a small, rusted padlock.
“Yeah, still have it," Y/N whispered, setting it carefully on the edge of Yeonjun’s hospital bed.
Kai leaned over the foot of the bed, staring at it. "So the ghost violently opened a hidden drawer to give you that, and then the landlord tried to literally silence you guys over it?"
"It’s a paper trail," Taehyun muttered, stepping closer and examining the heavy rusted lock. "Whatever is inside this ledger is the reason for all of this, Y/N. And it's the reason a ghost is trapped there."
Yeonjun reached out his uninjured right hand, his fingers brushing the dusty leather cover. A small shudder went down his spine, his internal ghost-radar instantly spiking. "The lock is old, but it's sturdy. We need something to pry it open."
Beomgyu reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a heavy, solid metal pen he always carried for sketching. "Step aside. Let a real man handle the manual labor."
"Don't break my hospital table!" Yeonjun warned, wincing as Beomgyu jammed the metal tip of the pen into the gap of the rusted padlock.
Soobin watched the door nervously, while Kai and Y/N leaned in closer, holding their breath. With a sharp, metallic SNAP, the rusted lock gave way, dropping onto the white hospital sheets.
Taehyun reached down, flicking the metal latch open. He turned the heavy, leather-bound cover, and the first few yellowed pages of the ledger fluttered open.
The room went dead silent. It wasn’t a landlord's tenant log at all.
The very first page was covered completely in elegant, sweeping cursive—Miyeon’s handwriting. Tucked neatly between the brittle sheets were old, candid photographs from forty years ago: polaroids of a younger Miyeon smiling warmly, standing close to a handsome man who was definitively not the landlord.
"That's Minseok," Y/N whispered, her blood running cold as she looked at the photos.
"Look at what she wrote," Taehyun murmured, his sharp eyes scanning the text beneath the pictures. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a tense, steady rhythm as he read her private journal entry aloud.
"‘Minseok says we can leave by the end of the month. He found an apartment for us in Incheon. My husband suspects nothing. I just need to hold on for a few more days until we can disappear together.’"
Y/N’s breath hitched as Taehyun flipped to the very next page. The elegant cursive suddenly became erratic, slashed violently into the paper in frantic, shaking lines.
"‘Minseok is gone,’" Taehyun read, the words hanging heavily in the sterile hospital room. "‘My husband came home with blood on his collar. He smiled at me and he told me Minseok 'left town'."
"Oh my god," Kai breathed, his face losing all color as he gripped the footboard of Yeonjun's bed. "It was an affair. Her husband caught them and killed Minseok out of pure, obsessive jealousy."
"But look at the next entry," Soobin pointed out, his finger trembling slightly as he gestured to the bottom of the page. "Look at what her husband did to her after."
Taehyun read further down, where Miyeon had documented the psychological torture she was forced to endure.
"‘He showed me Minseok's ring today,’" Taehyun read, a heavy chill settling over the room. "‘He looked me in the eyes and told me that if I ever speak to the police, if I ever try to leave this apartment, I’ll end up exactly like him—buried right under the floorboards. He thinks he can keep me trapped here. He thinks using Minseok's death as a threat will make me behave.’"
The handwriting at the very bottom of the page shifted from terrified to pure, unfiltered rage. The elegant cursive grew massive, digging so deeply into the parchment that the pen had nearly torn through the paper.
"‘Let him try,’" Taehyun read, a slight chill touching his own voice. "‘If he touches me, I will tear this entire building down around his throat. I will never leave this place until I see him rot for what he did to Minseok.’"
The journal entries abruptly cut off there, the remaining pages left hauntingly blank.
"It's not a rent book," Beomgyu whispered "It’s her diary. The bastard thought he could silence her and keep her trapped in life by using her lover's murder as a threat, but he had no idea how much she hated him."
Yeonjun’s eyes widened as he stared at the ledger resting on his hospital sheets, his internal paranormal radar practically redlining. "The ghost... Miyeon is an angry ghost because she was trapped in that building by fear and fury until the day she died. She didn't give us this book to beg for help, Y/N. She gave us her diary because it names him as Minseok's killer. She's been waiting years for someone to find her words so she can finally drag her husband down to hell."
Y/N sat back, the puzzle pieces spinning frantically in her mind before finally locking into place. "Wait..." she started, her eyes widening as she looked up at Yeonjun. "If Miyeon is the one who aggressively shoved this ledger into our hands because she wanted us to find the truth... what about the other spirit? Remember back when we first started? When we heard that angry voice telling us to get out?"
Kai leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Yeah, you guys said a voice literally screamed at you to leave the apartment immediately."
"We thought it was a hostile threat from the same entity," Y/N whispered, a sudden chill running down her spine as the realization hit her. "We thought the ghost was trying to scare us away because she hated us. But it wasn't Miyeon screaming at us to get out. It was Minseok."
Yeonjun’s breath hitched in his throat. "Minseok..."
"Think about it," Y/N insisted, her voice trembling as she looked at the dark blood still stained on her sleeves. "Miyeon is furious. She's been trapped in that room raging, pulling out all the stops, and using us to finally expose her husband's crime. She wanted us to stay and find the book. But Minseok... he wasn't trying to scare us. He was trying to warn us. He knew exactly what the landlord was capable of. He knew that if we kept digging and poking around that apartment, the landlord would notice and kill us too. Minseok was screaming at us to get out because he didn't want us to end up dead, just like him."
"As thrilling as this little amateur detective hour is, how are we planning to lock Park Mingyu up when he’s currently out there playing the world's worst game of hide-and-seek?" Beomgyu said, crossing his arms and leaning back into the uncomfortable hospital chair.
