▸　❛ picnic area

⎡ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʏᴇɪɴ's sᴄᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴜɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘ.ɪ. | ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ 2/10, "ᴀʟʟᴇɢʀᴏ." ⎦— picnic area

the eulogy of my life. a transcendent realm in full bloom that spills forth with viscous hues—a mouthful of obsolete tacenda. emotional barriers are hastily recovered and soon, a lone starlet waltzes across the stage for a final act of downfall, yet another refrain of misanthropy. nonetheless, i cling to you. i yearn for you. ardor engulfs me like never before and threatens to rob me of my feeble life if i don’t listen. my broken fragments are uplifted by you. just how will our story proceed to write out? i can only wonder.

to proceed, head on over to: where aquamarine and jade engulfs life forms.

+ the letter is handwritten and taped against a table in the area, a stem of nigella damascena, “love-in-a-mist,” taped to the backside.

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⎡ ᴛᴡᴏ-ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ⎦

⎡ ᴛᴡᴏ-ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ⎦

⎡ ᴛᴡᴏ-ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ⎦

@❛ youngho seo。 the pain of losing a family member hits her through her upheld facade and the girl tumbles, forfeits to the sympathy many did not think she wielded as a human being. a symphony of emotions flutters within her chest, incisors gnawing at rose lips in thought of just what happened within the last ten years. there's heartache, loss, bouts of depression, self-harm, lack of trust and affection - glimpses of crystal clear anguish radiate from the actress's face, features disclosing a small gap of true emotion. she had nearly forgotten just how truly morose and pitied of a life she had been living. garbled emotions nearly steal her breath away before she forfeits to guilt and commiseration.

"now that you mention it..." it is no longer an act as yein's etched on expression falls to that of a solemn gaze that lingers across the ground before a dwindling voice from the male before her causes umber irises to expand, shock crossing her face at the heartbroken voice that could only speak of legitimate emotions and devastation. guilt burrows itself ever so far within her chest and all at once does the girl feel obligated to speak of every single thing she can muster up, barely coming to the realization that the investigator before her had been dealing with sorrow far longer than she had. "my father had always been on the phone at times, speaking of odd things like packages and...meeting spots. as a child, i always thought such subjects sounded fishy - as if my father was up to no good. does anything... does anything align?" dark hazel orbs are filled with a soft, tender gaze for once, voice dropping to a gentle tone.

@❛ yein jung。 . here we go again. the two tenants now are falling down into the pits of this all too excruciating game which only ever left them both with heartache and tears. of course, he should have expected this sort of retaliation from the adept little actress who stares him down and taunts her stupid smug expression in a dance they both had become familiar with by now. stupid boy. so tragically idiotic of him to believe yein’s flawlessly executed role of the gorgeous, innocent, and loving girl residing at apartment a18.

“no. perhaps there’s something else you know or could have overheard from your father.. our dads were pretty close at one point. maybe he let something /strange/ slip.” despite the plethora of miss jung’s lies and snakish poking at each and every one of the man’s nerves, he remains brutally honest. at no point had he suspected the girl to be directly involved in the disappearance of his own father and sister all those years ago. she was only eleven at the time, far too young to have been anywhere near the raging psychopath potentially capable of crime that she is today. “please, if you have anything to share– whatever you can think of. please tell me. i’m–” choking on his own words, his anger dwindles into desperate pleas as the p.i. cannot help but feel overwhelmed with memories of the family which were lost so long ago. “you have to know /something/. you have to.”

@❛ youngho seo。 it's too late. with such an inexplicable load of anguish built up from inside her small frame, yein figures she could have pulverized that breathtaking stone in the confines of her tiny fist, though a weight of sentimentality had stopped her from thoroughly destroying the very one object that still emotionally tied her to the male before her. fragments of that corrupted gold chain spill to the ground beneath her into specks of glitter, the girl having no care for whether or not the very truths from their cores would break her further, splinter the shards of her all-too despondent core. it had been careless of her to forget that they could never be compatible for one another. and so she returns to that snarky sense of self that confides in amusement and suffering, voice bleak in tone yet it being oh so clear that she could effortlessly switch her personalities like the switch of a button.

"there's nothing to it. i only know such things from my childhood, in hearing details from my father." the expression etched across her visage is more somber than it had been mere moments ago - a resplendent field of flowers robbed of all vanity and buoyant tinges. such vivacious hues are stormed upon by pitch-black in futile resistance as yein spills the cruel tactics she had mercilessly dragged the private eye through. "i only led you on for the fun of it - isn't that harsh?" a scoff escapes those lips as the girl flips those dark tresses over her shoulder, that usual masochistic glare cascading her umber irises, lips upturned into a flagitious grin as if the beguiling speckles of tears on her face had been but an act. "did you truly think i was involved?"

@❛ yein jung。 to say the man even in his feverish rage had not felt so concerned for the tenant before him would be a lie. standing witness to how those gleaming teardrops cascade down along rosy flushed cheeks, youngho can’t help but sense a strong pang from depths of his chest as instant regret washed over. from the very moment she rips off the chain around , cursing the milky rose coloured crystal which had been the girl’s silent protector and constant reminder of his own ardent adoration, guilt consumes him. “yein, wait, i–” before being allowed the chance to take it all back and apologize for having reacted so irrationally, he is stopped dead in his tracks. ah, now he could remember the reason for everything. why he bothered with her in the first place. why he knows deep down that jung yein is absolutely positively no damn good.

“speaking of that, we still need to have a little chat.” growls are stifled as he takes a seat at the bench just across the way and fidgets through the crossbody bag hanging over his shoulder to retrieve his trusty ol’ flask of bourbon. “you haven’t exactly explained to me how you know about them.. my father and sister. what happened to them. or the precise ing anniversary of my, hm, dilemma.” popping open the flask cap does he then take a long swig and silently winces at the beautiful sting as each drop of alcohol trickles down his throat. the male’s gaze remains intense as ever, piercing right through her soul like he might snap and break her at any given moment. instead he sits and awaits much needed answers while sipping on the usual liquid courage. “start talking. the sooner you do, the quicker you can be rid of me.”

@❛ youngho seo。 tears rob her of her right to see clearly, nebulous orbs settling upon the cerulean incandescence of the pool in the distance, still visible behind the gate separating the two areas. past trembling pink lips does a frail, nearly inaudible chuckle elicit, before her thin laugh crescendoes into that of a mezzoforte bout of laughter that is all too eerie - that usual sweet singsong voice is instead, laughing maniacally, laced with ineffable dissonance and desolation; a fragmented cry. shortly does that dizzying moment dwindle into small chuckles that nearly steal her of her lung capacity, a shivering hand fervently clutching at the stone necklace resting across her chest. how foolish. how utterly idiotic and nonsensical had it been for jung yein to entrust her fate to the cards with a dim hope that this could have been it - this could have been her happiness. her chest feels weighed down, guts twisting at the thought that, mere days ago when she had stood on the roof and contemplated taking her own life for an act on the stage, the emotions she had brought upon herself were all too very real, despite the event having been somewhat scripted. she was right, about the world constantly cursing her, about her loved ones always being taken from her, and of the fact that, every time she truly tried, the cruel fate of the world before her dragged her back down to the depths of misery, like a rigged, brutal gamble she could never win.

chocolate irises that are anything but loving can barely be made out in the dark blanket of the night, though they fall across the approaching male, softening ever so slightly into a bittersweet gaze, eyebrows furrowed. she watches as he returns the gifts he had given him, including the chapstick she remembers all too well from the time she sneaked a look at his bedhead through a digital screen. lithe digits clasp the rose quartz hanging from her chest; with a sharp tug, the chain around her neck breaks from her nape so that she can set the now-broken necklace on to the table, eyeing the gift she had once held so endearingly close to her heart. "you can have this back too. so much for spending your whole afternoon looking for that." her voice is the same as always, far too distressed and exhausted in forfeiting even her vocal chords to feeble emotions, it being arduous already in realizing just how heartbroken and strained she is actually feeling behind that facade. her back now faces the male, fists clenched as she draws in a brisk inhale. "i'll be out of your life soon enough, just like your father and sister."

@❛ yein jung。 how enraging and vexatious she was. jung yein was always a brat in their shared childhood history together, but this.. this was something else. she ceaselessly played with his heart, mind, and soul like a ing fiddle and all this time youngho sat back to allow her full access to tug at his heartstrings. now he just felt stupid. what was he thinking? that his life would just magically turn rightside up, suddenly full of carefree happiness and unconditional love? no. that would be too easy and not at all fair to those who no longer had that option. the family which were stripped away from him all those years ago and still awaiting for p.i. seo youngho for answers, some sort of truth and order. yein had become a huge distraction from that. perhaps this was her plan all along.

spotting her oh so familiar petite figure by a bench in the picnic area the man approaches, caring not for the beautiful tears racing down hot cheeks or whatever pain he may have caused. “have these back.” he growls, slamming down a single tube of chapstick as well as the fragile lavender flower whose petals were already drooping tragically on their descent to certain death. “i don’t want them anymore.”

getting irritated at his own playing, sehun blows out a sigh and just sets down the recorder onto the table, listening to the quietness of the town's night. he hears some crickets, the gentle rustle of tree branches swaying in the evening breeze. he looks up to the sky, smiling. the stars, he looked at how bright they shined for him. they were one thing he really couldn't ever see in the city.

appears and listens intently to sehun’s playing with furrowed brows

sits down at a picnic bench and plays a squeaky rendition of hot cross buns on his recorder.

( I FELL ASLEEP D: )

@❛ youngho seo。 [] HAHA whichever works for u bby! I’m okay with doing this at the apartment so we can have tension? maybe we can come back to the whole breakfast thing later

@❛ yein jung。 [] ay imma respond to this at youngho’s apt even tho we never finished our last thread there rip. ;;
dw we will have more fluff moments i am sure! or we can just continue that old thread at a later time idk whatever works for you.

noticing youngho’s sudden odd and disassociative behavior after they had all been having fun for so long, yein can only furrow a brow, though she decides not to act on it. “I uh- something happened earlier so I...I don’t think he’d like me to...” she pauses on her words before abruptly standing to her feet, figuring it was better safe than sorry for her to go with the male, with him being intoxicated and all - even if it did wreck their relationship. “have fun, yeol! thanks for the fun. youngho, wait up!” she runs after the male, managing to grab him by the sleeve. “wait- I can’t have you walking back alone when you’re drunk, please.” there’s a look of concern etched across his face, plus a hint of sadness in her orbs that refuse to look him in the eye.

[] mine too rip

chanyeol holds up a finger to his lips, gesturing to yein to shut up about him and naeun. he watches as johnny walks off into the distance, a tad bit concerned as the male had drunken heavily. "do you think he'll make it to his apartment?" chanyeol asks yein. "are you sober enough to like go follow him? i'm gonna go clubbing now." he says, cleaning up the table. "just gonna go put this all away and go change."

“oh–” then he stops in mid–step, guzzles down some remaining vodka from his flask and shouts out to where both chanyeol and yein could hear, “you’re right! i drank!”

taking in a deep exasperated breath does youngho rise from his seat at the table, setting down what was left of chanyeol’s liquor and stuffing his own flask back into a pocket where it was safely hidden away. “sorry guys, i think i’m gonna call it a night. the booze is starting to make me feel drowsy and i’d rather pass out on my apartment floor then out here.” breath hot and starting to reek a bit of booze, he saunters away and gives a lasting wave to the two who kept such great company. “i owe you a drink, yeol! text me sometime if you want. or just knock on my door– 202. ’night!” finally he vanishes from the picnic area and off to his cramped apartment he goes.

[] my writing is becoming extra rusty rn lmao

“okay buddy. stop right there before I talk about you and my homegirl naeun because I keep hearing things...” she playfully raises an eyebrow, figuring she could keep him quiet with that. “shoot, I do have a fear of the dark. my eyes are always just playing games with me, yunno? I actually have to sleep with a lamp on.” she hums at the thought and swiftly drinks down her juice.

"okay okay, just gotta say you two look cute you know." chanyeol genuinely mentioned, smiling in content at the two. "hmm... uh yein you had a bad fear of the dark? and johnny you became a private investigator to take justice into your own hands sort of thing."

“don’t worry about it youngho. I already took mine so it’s all good!” yein grins as she shakes her cup in her hand, soon refilling its contents.

“ew, okay enough dingdong talk, you two.” she makes a slight look of disgust, coughing. “why don’t you ask us something next, chanyeol? and uh, nothing romantic this time concerning the both of us please...”

"oh i've seen pickles trust me.. they were all around when i played soccer and basketball. honestly seeing them more kind of made me uh maintain mine better?" he laughed out of embarrassment, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck."um some of the dude's schlongs would just get nasty, definitely not good times to see." he said with a shake of his head. "yeah, i was messed up at 16." chanyeol just says, giving a wry smile.

“not really, just broke as hell. i thought you meant financially well–off. otherwise i was an alright kid. nothin’ special.” he shrugs as he runs slender fingers through slightly disheveled dark tendrils. “so do i still drink?”