✈　❛ library

@❛ sana minatozaki。 "oh - where do i even start?" umber irises light up with avidity as the girl's hands clasp together against plush, rosy lips as she broods over the manner. "well, it all started in the early hours of july 5th - the day after the 4th in which many tenants were celebrating independence day. at around 3 in the morning, arin kim, one of the tenants, was reported dead in what was formerly known as room 117, jung taekwoon's apartment room. the first day was...terribly frightening, even if the whole event was just acting. arin was reported to have had sustained many injuries, including bruising on her wrists and neck. even the way she had been 'killed' was grisly, uh - " pausing amidst her gruesome recollection, yein reaches for her bag, swiftly pulling out a folder of many papers, a sheepish grin etched across her countenance. "these are the 'press reports' from the event. i had been so in awe that i decided to keep them all." a cursory glance is delivered against those cream pages in her hands as she mutters the details concerning the first murder. "'multiple fractures to the cranium and mandible, compound fractures of the humerous and ulna, several rib fractures, puncture in the lungs...'"

@❛ yein jung。 "I just moved in," Sana whispers back into the thread of anticipation that has woven into their silence, her heart ardently pounding against her ribcage as her excitement defers from a diminution of such a fervor belying into the swell of her interests. An exigence of a smile arises to her lips as she fails to tamper down the feeling of enthusiasm that has augmented her vision of reality. "So what about it?" Her chair makes a creaking sound once she moves to scoot closer to Yein under the notion of secrecy that is to entrance both girls into an impetus of imagination shared only by the two. Her hands encase the small frame of the other girl's, the transparency of their pallor not much dislikened to the other as their fingers lie side by side.

@❛ sana minatozaki。 "oh - the murder mystery? ah - you weren't here for it, huh?" rose-stained tiers are upturned into a cherubic grin at the recollection of the previous week's eventful days. with her full attention on the girl before her, yein closes her scripts, brooding over where to even begin with the nebulous events that seemed all too real for the many tenants involved. "should i give the killers' names or hold off until the very end?" an inquisitive brow is arched as yein's incandescent irises shimmering with life ever so fervently lock on to sana's own endearing pair. there's a pang of zeal and heartache within her chest at the remembrance of the lengthy event, though her lips are nearly trembling and waiting to speak further of the exciting activities which nearly drew everyone in.

@❛ yein jung。 A smile surrenders into the apples of Sana's cheeks as Yein turns to her in a startled manner as the other girl is hastily removed from the entrance which beheld her attention. "I'm looking in to the murder mystery of our town," her words sigh past her readily taken down to a notch of a voice barely audible belying such confinements of quietude. "Do you know anything about it?" A sly glance bewitches Sana's sodden irises as an insinuation of a secret coats her words in a deep undertone, one that Yein should know. Her stature straightens in accord as a brisk notion of her hand closes the book lying in front of her.

@❛ sana minatozaki。 darb orbs of bistre lock on to the hues of invigorating mauve in the distant sky, mahogany eyes having turned away from the cream pages of theatre before her in blessing the picturesque view outside - there's ardor in a set of endearing doe eyes, her adoration for that vivid, finesse realm of intricacy only heightening. "kenturaus, hercules, arcturus, cassiopeia, antares, m-23, spica" - transcendent stars of effulgence flare within, and yein finds herself preoccupied, away from the inked words from playwrights that always managed to throw her into a trance of inebriating lies all too resplendent for her to tear away from. and yet she eludes into the somber hues of the magenta sky intertwined with rose, azure, and peach. when she's robbed of that suffocating stupor, obsidian eyelashes flutter at the sound of her name beside her, and she turns to divert her attention on the familiar tenant from casia. "ah, sana - i didn't even realize you were sitting beside me this entire time. what are you doing at the library this late?"

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@❛ yein jung。 The windows entrench the shelves in a slant of daylight harboring the color of butter, her eyes, reflexive of the light and letters imprinted on the pages of the book she's reading, hones in on every sentence as the flipping of pages shrouds her mind in a flurry of stories keeping her interest enthralled at its cracked spines. As she pours over its contents too deep, she realizes the sky has befallen a violet tinge with streaks of red slathering the room with a pallor of darkness, and that the girl seated beside her has undergone a change of stance. Sending her a look, a startling realization sires deep into the lines of Sana's face as the face of a familiar friend dawns on her vision: Yein. Her lips elicit a voice barely audible in the fiasco of sibilance in the library but one that can still catch the rays of attention keeping the other girl ignorant of Sana, "Yein!"

@❛ lalisa manoban。 Bad idea – that is it, to simply put it: a bad idea. It was nauseatingly quiet in the library and Wonwoo thinks the only noise he hears are his own thoughts and his occasional sniffles because the only empty table was the one near the air conditioner. The library was like a lake, filled to the brim yet tranquil. Wonwoo was like a pebble – the lake began to have ripples but after a few seconds, the pebble sinks, and the lake is calm again.

Was he out of place? Not really – out of mind, perhaps. The events that led up to this day of gloom were gradual, as if splattering ink on a clean page until it turned to a raven. Such raven seemed to have perched on Wonwoo’s shoulder and had no plans of leaving, cawing and chirping to his ear. He thinks maybe if this raven were to fly, will he ask it to take him with it – wherever it may go. Yet he also thinks, maybe this was the same raven that led him to his current whereabouts in the first place.

Biting of the chapped skin of his lips, he finds himself tapping his pencil on the table only to abruptly halt because of an annoyed shush from one of the persons he was sharing this place with. Wonwoo wanted to apologize but he held his tongue, afraid that he might be shushed once again. Straightening up his back and leaning against the chair, he places the pencil on the table, straightening it as well. He stares at the pencil – its shaft, the tip, some of the bite marks he had put on it.

Wonwoo’s mind is suddenly filled with faint recollections of him as a child – he was not sure whether it was his mom or his dad who taught him how to write and draw but he remembered that during then, they smiled warmly at his illustrations and scribbles. Yet, playtime had a limit; he holds a pencil for a different reason once playtime is over.

Such memory made Wonwoo shake his head and the raven on his shoulder seemed to have disappeared – or somehow shed its feathers to morph into a dove: a symbol of peace. It kept quiet, however. Compared to the cawing and chirping of the raven, the dove simply cooed weakly – as if it was tired and only perched on Wonwoo’s shoulder for a slumber. He sighs, fishing out his phone from his pocket, searching for piano sheets he could learn easily but also add his touches to. The dove on his shoulder caws all of a sudden.

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@❛ taemin lee。 a hazy dream of naeun declaring to herself that she'd never find love seeps through the back of her mind. she had deemed herself unlovable, unworthy of someone's utmost attention and affection, yet here she was, bathing in that of taemin's sweet embosom, pressing her lips against his in a loving liplock that had she sighed into. her unspoken feelings and confession attaching itself to his tiers as if he could understand what she was attempting to tell him. her breathing hitched as he pulled away, allowing her to inhale a staggered breath but nonetheless, her eyes peel open to stare at his with sincerity and love laced in the flecks of her umber irises, a chuckle slipping past her lips. "i trust that, i trust you," she whispered with a bit too much of a giddy smile apparent on her visage, one that he was the sole cause of. her heart incredibly throbbed against her chest, finding herself leaning in once more to pin a short, ardent and chaste kiss to his plush brims to show that she, too, felt for him greatly. "i like you a lot too. a bit too much if you ask me".

@❛ naeun son。 it would be complicated, completely, for taemin to list out each and every insecurity that'd built up over time regarding naeun, or even relationships in general. trust was a big one - how was he to trust someone with his heart when he couldn't tell if they even wanted it? this - this moment - makes him regret each and every insecurity. how could he not see how she'd gone out of her way for him? how could he not pick up that when they're hanging out with everyone else, she's always by his side? his deepest apologies and regret are poured upon her lips as they meet repetitively in a form of a dance not seen and done by any other - a dance of their own. it's followed by a wordless confession to her, one that'd speak volumes if put into words. his free hand clutches the fabric of her shirt, tugging her in for more. for her warmth, for her touch and her closeness - everything. it's only when the burn enters his lungs, muscles begging for air, that he pulls away. even when he does, his lips linger, and he's nudging the tip of his nose upon her own. "i promise to you, i'll never let my insecurities get in the way ever again. i'll try my best, moving forward." it's not just a promise, but a vow, also to himself. the tip of his index finger raises to glide upon the outline of her upper lip, the corners of his own curving upwards. "but gee, i like you a lot."

@❛ taemin lee。 she allowed for him to lift her chin, a palpable string of heartbeats thumping ridiculously against her chest. obsequious movements of his lead had her desperately yearning for his sweet, addictive taste that she swears she'd never /ever/ forget again, that she'd forever cherish and keep it sacred for herself. her eyes dart to that of his lips and before she knew it, the cushioned feeling of tiers against her's was absolutely mind numbing. it was as if the events leading to their heartfelt kismet was useless, pushed aside despite him attempting to break off their connection, and they were mended together with that of their first conscious, purposeful kiss that held more meaning than anything ever did to her. all her obstacles, distress, fears — it all disappeared into thin air, ebbing into foam that could be easily brushed away with the thought of his lips. she lightly gasped into the kiss though it was painfully awaited, nimble fingers of her's delving into that of his straightened tendrils as their kiss remained innocuous and tender.

@❛ yerim kim。 "yes, it's legal. even governments take part in investment banking to you know, to help drive the economy and stuff. there's things like bonds, in which you can lend money to the government, and then they pay you back with an interest rate." chanyeol explains to her, before switching back to their initial views on start vs finish. "but at least starting it means you made an attempt to." he responds in return, playing devil's advocate to her point of view. he expects the girl to immediately reinforce and reiterate her statement from before, knowing yerim's one to quick to explain her views and opinions, enjoying a good debate that arises out a just small talk. even while texting the latter, chanyeol got a similar vibe from the younger girl. the fact that she came from a law background of study made all the more sense in the way in which she presented herself. he wondered why she had dropped out. getting into law school, or any kind of graduate program for that matter, was no simple feat. as well, the costs to pursue it was no laughing matter either, which chanyeol deduced was the reason that yerim had decided to drop out and start making a living instead. "do you ever plan to go back to school? and thanks in advance, for the iced coffee.

they have to get off in that instant, the two of them stepping off the train, but her abrupt stop again nearly has chanyeol crashing into her, his long legs and stride scuffling to a stop just before her, just in time. he gives a nod to her idea, a sign that he's open to whatever she's just thought of. he goes back on that thought though, when he picks out the slight malicious glimmer that's casted in the glimmer of her eyes. but then the younger girl states her idea, which really doesn't sound bad at all, in fact, chanyeol likes it. he thinks it's creative and would be fun at the same time. "that sounds great actually, wow yerim, you're saving this from becoming a lame outing." he marvels, lowering a hand down for the latter to high five.

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@❛ naeun son。 fear may have built within his heart, sinking it down and down to a point that it stung and hurt - but nothing hurt more than seeing naeun cry. and he.. he did that. it was unacceptable, completely, to make her feel this way. hurting, unsure - completely unacceptable. what was he thinking? he's barely able to bask within the caress of her hand, because once he realizes that she's touching him, he's tugged closer. taemin's arms result by his side, just for a moment, before he allows his embrace to encircle naeun's smaller frame. his chin is tucked just upon her shoulder, soaking in every word that she'd began to speak to him. his brows are knitted together, naturally, his gaze following the detail within the fabric of her top. he wished he wasn't like this, he hated this part of himself - but it comes from many, many years of distrust; of needing to hold in his emotions so that his younger brother had no worry in the world. all of this time, he'd lost himself in the process, forgetting to put himself first. his eyes are shut as their temples nudge upon each others', softened pants escaping his lips from his previous monologue. one hand raises to caress one of naeun's cheeks, just as she did moments ago, the pad of his thumb collecting the wetness in order to swipe it away. "i'm sorry." he's repeating softly, his hand lowering so that his thumb glides just above her jaw. this was it, this was right. his breathing is slightly staggered as his chin lifts as well, capturing her tiers with his own.

@❛ chanyeol park。 Rushing into the train, Yerim couldn't help but reach out for Chanyeol's wrist, tugging him against the other side of the cabin so they both are able to look up at the blinking map, her finger tracing the stops they would need to get to the library - simply to make sure they didn't get into the wrong train. "Well.", she then exclaims, patting Chanyeol on the upper arm with a grin. "Starting it and not finishing it isn't exactly any better than not even starting it."
She hums to herself, studying him for a long moment before she mutters: "That.... sounds a little sketchy. Is it legal to invest other people's money like that? Or do you deal with the stock market?"

She's genuinely curious and yet her face is drawn into an expression of scrutiny, half mocking and half curious. Everybody once heard about investment brokers taking other people's money and then run off with it. Her dad once wanted to invest in something and in the end never did, after he got a real chewing from his wife.

"Oh... uh... I'm working at a law firm actually. I used to study at law school but I dropped out. Earning my own money sounded... better than having my parents pay for all my expenses."

Yerim's about to answer his request for a coffee, when the train slowly rolls to a stop, the doors whizzing open in front of them, the tin-voice above their heads announcing their designated stop. "Iced coffee it is, Sir", she jokes then, rounding him to get off the train with a small skip in her steps. Then, suddenly, she stops walking and whips around to face him, her long locks swinging around her and nearly hitting her in the face, which she answers with a sputter and fingers hectically combing through her freshly dyed strands.
"I just had an idea.", she announces, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "How about we make the boring library a little bit more fun, hm? Let's each randomly pick a letter, right? And then we each search for a book title with the other's letter and we have to borrow these and read them. It's..... just an idea? I mean-"

Clearing nervously, Yerim bites her bottom lip, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet while she waits for his answer, fingers laced together behind her back.

[]well this might not be my best reply ever but at least it's a reply ashgkgkh

@❛ taemin lee。 she allowed her subtle stream of teardrops cascade her cheek as he continued to pour his heart out to her -- seeing, witnessing him relish and dwell in that of an abyss of insecurities had her heart drop. her hand was raised to caress his cheek in a gentle action, thumbing away a lone tear of his with a pair of pursed lips as she remained speechless. did he -- have feelings for her? had he returned the sweet, glorious attention that she craved from him? a series of inquiries pilled in her mind, enabling a still silence float rather timidly and awkwardly between their figures that oh so needed comfort from the other, a sign of reassurance, an act of reconcile. taking the initiative, her arms encircled around his neck in a tightknit hug, lithe, slim digits burying themselves in his sea of strands that soothingly provided a sense of solace despite him concluding on his own what would be best for the two. "you stupid loser, don't doubt yourself," she gave a weak laugh. "if i ,, help bring out that person in you, embrace it, don't push me away". she sighed, relaxing in his embrace whether he accepted it or not as she spoke again. "don't think about those other guys, lee taemin. don't you see me going out of my way to be with you? out of everyone in the lounge, i'm there for you. i told you that you make it worthwhile, and that didn't just pertain to last night at the pool - it means every time i see you, you brighten my day and i /love/ that. i love that you can make me feel so ing good, taemin," her little prate had her press her forehead against his, closing her eyes as if to bask in the presence of him and she dared to lift her chin just slightly for their breaths to slowly collide dangerously. "you don't have to be scared with me, taemin."

@❛ naeun son。 "i didn't mean it, nor do i pity you." he's speaking just as fast as he was when he first admitted that he 'couldn't do this,' but this time, he's trying to squeeze his regret in as much as possible. when her head raises, and she smiles, it hurts. it doesn't electrify him as much as it normally would, his veins cold as the heat from the lack of fire burning throughout them. "i'm sorry, i didn't --" why did she come all of the way here if she knew she'd have to leave so soon? his head tilts downward, in search for /some kind/ of explanation. but what would work? nothing. because he's an , and she deserved better than that. in every kind of way. "don't go." he's whispering, teeth tearing upon the flesh of his lower lip whilst emitting a shaky sigh, making the wetness of his eyes evident as his grip loosens upon her wrist. "i'm afraid, naeun." taemin admits, shakily, before turning his head to look to the side. "you have every right to walk away and want nothing to do with me again, because i let my fears get ahead of itself. i don't think rationally. i'm scared of you -- i'm scared of how you bring out a person i thought i'd lost, i'm scared of how you make me feel. i'm scared because i'm not good enough for you, in any way. other guys that want you, they're probably way better than me." his breath is caught in his throat, finally releasing her arm to raise his own hand to glide above his eyes, catching fleeting saccharine drops that'd slipped away. "i thought it'd be better, to save us the pain. and i'm sorry."

@❛ taemin lee。 the combination of him intentionally avoiding her, busying himself with work, and the confession of no longer wanting to do with her was too great of pain but she kept questioning the stupid truth of 'fate' and 'destiny' as to why the hell did this man come back? why'd they string him back into her life if he -- wasn't even going to stay? she mentally cursed the dainty plan of the natural order as a slim lining of rivulets outlined her eyes, feeling both angry at herself for /being/ herself and upset at how this was their conclusion, the ending of their Great Story. that is until he reached for her wrist. she spun around involuntarily to face him and refused to meet his eyes, her line of view lowering to take a second look at her shoes, in all purpose to hide away the threatening tears. "taemin, don't ... pity me. it's alright if you mean it," mustering and building the courage, she lifted her head to give him a cheeky smile, one that she always gave, but forced this time. "it's fine. i gotta go too anyway, i have to go pick up gunhee from soccer practice". lie, he didn't even go to school today.

@❛ naeun son。 the decision he's made - whether it be his /overall/ decision to end... whatever one would call this relationship between them, or whether it be his choice of words - words can't express his immediate regret as she returns her agreement. so he can give it, but he can't take it. that's exactly it. but words also couldn't how much fear had built up above his heart. they've done so well, /he's/ done so well. maybe it's selfish of him, completely, to feel this way when she wasn't even his in the first place. but all of their advancements, he worries, won't mean anything to her if there are guys - better than him - chasing within her trail. it's a confidence issue, absolutely. there's a sting within his eye as she turns upon her heel, eyes still set upon the place she'd previously stood as if she were still there. as if instinctually, his hand reaches out to grasp her wrist; frenzied. "wait -- i'm -- i don't -- i didn't mean it. i don't mean it."

@❛ taemin lee。 "too far?" she questioned with a minimal voice volume in fear that maybe he'd further retreat but i guess it didn't matter; whatever relationship he was referring to, he wanted it to stop. her hand began to tremble at the thought of the only man that she deemed ,,, a love interest, push her away and she was absolutely, positively clueless as to why. the initial loving glint in her eye that she showcased for his view only, had dissipated into an expression that even she was unsure of what she was feeling. maybe he was right - they'd gone too far into their friendship to the point that separation caused her to be irrational and burdensome for him. "yeah, you're probably right". what the was she doing? she was giving up too easily on someone she actually enjoyed and instead of fighting for their mutual trust, she was cowering away at the first sign of him not reciprocating her. but what could she do when the one she yearned for the most was the only one rejecting her? "i get it, i do. thanks for clarifying for me, taemin". she needed to get out. she her heel and elicited a small sigh at just the thought of disassociating herself with him, but it hurt worse thinking that /she/ was probably the reason for it. "have a good day,"

@❛ naeun son。 taemin's jaw is clenched the entire time, fingernails sinking into the palm of his hand to create further damage that'd begun with soft kisses upon it - kisses that once set aflame his desire for the woman before him - that still would. for now though, they long for her; yearning, burning in a true act of withdrawal. but he stays composed (somehow) as a knot forms within his throat. taemin hates to see her like this, no words need to be spoken for him to pick up a certain level of distraught that's not attempted to be shielded from his gaze. it aches - his heart - and his lips are speaking words he hadn't even readied within his head; no step taken even though he'd previously mentioned his need to leave. "i can't do this." his hand motions in between them as he (frenziedly) attempts to find words to back him up. "whatever this is." he adds, swallowing thickly in a manner that straightens his back. "i think we both can agree it's gone too far."

@❛ taemin lee。 the mustered smile she attempted to portray was soon fading into that of a thin line at his clear decline to be in her presence, and tone died down with a small 'oh', a feeble try to mask her disappointed visage though it was heavily apparent. "oh, alright," no longer wishing to cause delay towards him ( and possibly have him avoid her more ), she casted herself aside to make way for him, gaining distance away from him with a defeated nod. "i'll -- see you later in that case? uh, gunhee said yeah to babysitting youngha, so just shoot me a text whenever
you want him over," her head lowered to briefly gaze at her shoes, before looking back up to wave the latter off.

@❛ naeun son。 "you didn't bother me." he's speaking the words too quickly, quicker than he'd wished he did, before quietly clearing his throat. "i mean, i was just busy." the male speaks, and the echo of his heart rate is /loud/ within his ears, tiers sinking into the inside of his lower lip. his gaze falls to her hand, one that he'd like to greet with a kiss right to the middle of her palm as they always did.. but this time, his own hand raises to rub upon the nape of his neck. "ah, naeun, i don't really think we should --" it's for the best, it's for the best. "look, i appreciate you coming over but i should really get going."

@❛ taemin lee。 she began lightly knawing against her inner cheek out of distress as she nodded her head. she felt reassurance at his caring tone, it signified that he still worried over her at least and that she didn't up their friendship. "i'm okay. i just -- missed you," her hand rose to comb through the ends of her hair habitually due to the nervousness she had jiittered of. "i'm sorry for bothering you, i don't mean to burden you with my messages or calls. i .. yeah, just missed you." she breathed out, a hand of her's instinctively reaching for his, in hopes that he wouldn't reject her advances.

@❛ naeun son。 taemin's steps gradually slow down as he catches the familiar figure slumped upon the wall, eventually coming to a halt as he stares. had she come all this way just to check in on him? was something wrong? an eyebrow raises, one hand resting against the strap of his messenger bag as the other rests within his pocket. "naeun?" he's questioning, even if he knew whom it was. he takes a few steps forward until he's standing right ahead of her, eyeing her figure to be sure she wasn't harmed in anyway ---- so much for avoiding her, huh? "what are you doing here? is everything okay?" the concern is evident in his expression and voice, hand the strap.

@❛ taemin lee。 her head lifted utmost immediately at the sound of the door being pushed from the other side, her eyes widened at the sight of taemin. for the past ten minutes, she had done nothing but replay scenes in her head that could've possibly led up to him ignoring her and to relay a scold to him for reading her text messages and declining her call, but when she saw him, she was speechless. he looked god sent for someone that just came off a shift and she couldn't find it in herself to ask him why he was avoiding her. she stiffly stood in place and spoke in a whispered, almost silent volume. "hi."

@❛ naeun son。 taemin isn't certain about a lot, but one thing he is certain of - avoiding son naeun is the /hardest/ thing he'd ever had to do. he wants to call her, answer every text, hear about her day. it's for the best that he doesn't, though. right. it's for the best. he nods at the reminder, stuffing his reminding work projects into his messenger bag, ultimately tossing it over his shoulder. "see you tomorrow." the lady at the front desk waves him goodbye, which he returns before nudging the door open with his shoulder to step out off the office.

@❛ taemin lee。 she heavily elicited sigh as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. she rose a hand through the crown of her tendrils in slight stress. why was she continuing on pursuing to bother and burden him? it was obvious that he was avoiding contact with anyone, if anything with her, and she didn't know why. she leaned her head against the wall in wonderment as she waited until the latter's shift would come to an end.

@❛ chungha kim。 Being a private investigator often brought fascinating cases right into the lap of one Seo Youngho who reveled in seeking out each of their truths like a child ridden with desperate crave to solve the puzzle of a rubiks cube. Though most times the job simply meant becoming some stranger’s personal stalker. Those types were a far cry from the idea of a fulfilling career that poor Youngho had in mind for himself. Yet, as his father once sternly said, you don’t always get what you want.

In recent years the young man saw more and more financial debt raking up as yet another god damn problem in his life. Old student loan debts from his college days, increasing rent, stacks upon stacks of bills, a mother who constantly needed to be checked into rehab, and let’s not forget the crazy budget necessary to support his own vice of a borderline booze addiction. Thus did happen the inclination to accept a shady mysterious man’s request to track down and follow one of Lavande’s local residents; Kim Chungha. Why this strange and perhaps even criminal person would want to keep such close tabs on a seemingly average innocent girl was beyond him. Neither did he care to ask too many questions. As long as the checks kept coming, his eyes remained watching.

For weeks now had he been the dark looming shadow cast behind her back and vanishing into nothingness as soon as her paranoid gaze would dart over her shoulders. From the streets, to the store, to her own apartment where she should have been safe within the privacy of four walls the P.I. was always some distance away. Sometimes with a camera snapping shots when his client wanted some physical proof to back up updates on the girl’s every move. It frankly made him feel sick right down to the bone, only leading him back to the same ty bar or flask of cheap booze to help numb whatever humanity he had left so he could keep on doing the job.

That particularly gleaming bright day called for yet another Chungha update from yours truly. Having tailed her all the way to the town library did he remain silent as a mouse and sleuthing as per usual. Deep down in that icy, slowly frozen over heart did he wish something interesting would happen. Maybe an excuse to leave the poor tortured soul alone once and for all. If the boredom didn’t kill him then perhaps being caught would. Step by step did the somber male close the gap of space between them as he stalked through aisles of bookshelves, getting so nearby that their digits could almost graze against each other if only they were to grab a dusty tattered book from where both stood beside either end of the towering shelves.

Being this close was a huge risk. Already she had caught a few glimpses of his face when he previously tracked her around various spots in town. Surely if she recognized him again it’d need one hell of a cover up story to help save his own . Yet the challenge piqued intrigue so much more than whatever dreadful repetitive bull he’d been up to for nearly a month.