ㅤᴅᴏᴏʀ ⋮ B22

@❛ lalisa m。 @❛ baekhyun b。 without having to speak a single word he can already feel within the consequences of his own callousness, softening just enough from the girl’s grim gaze alone. “sorry, guys.” johnny finally manages to cough up an apology yet refuses to look either of them in the eyes. “i’m just jealous honestly.. anyhow, my stomach. i got a pretty damn good beating as you can tell.” he explains, rather quick to change the subject and focus on the task at hand as he lightly pats over his lower abdomen where he’s taken a powerful punch or two; the exact number he couldn’t even recall after becoming fuzzy in the mind from one too many drinks that evening. the skin remains covered in deep purple and fuchsia hues larger than the size of the man’s palm, but by now his hyper sensitivity and lack of treatment led to further damage. at some point within the time he’s been back at casia and now, johnny bumped into something sharp and got a nicely sized cut right along the bruising. which of course was given a quick fix of ty bandaging and not much else. “it keeps opening up again and bleeding through my damn clothes. i don’t know if it needs stitches or what. haven’t had the time to think about it.”

[] sorry for the long wait lmao if y’all don’t wish to continue then no biggie just let me know.

@❛ youngho s。 @❛ lalisa m。 of all people at the complex, baekhyun would dare to say that he is one of the few that have the pleasure of calling johnny a friend, even if the latter does a fair job at covering his tracks and his history. it is because of this unspoken understanding, his acceptance of youngho despite his affinity to using alcohol as a temporarily kill, that he chooses to ignore his statement regarding his situation with lisa. it was most undesired, yet the young doctor could look past the vulgarity to treat his friend. stepping carefully into the private investigator's apartment, strewn with loose papers that he chooses to ignore, baekhyun places his kit on the coffee table before observing johnny's visage which is strewn with evidence of his torture. for a moment, he almost pities the male—he always seemed to fall victim to the greatest inconveniences in lavande. "of all your injuries, which requires the most immediate attention?" he asks, as though assessing any regular patient.

@❛ youngho s。 @❛ baekhyun b。 It’s not unusual for Youngho to be vocal; he was always outspoken when it came to his emotions especially when provoked. However, with the louder volume he speaks paired with the careless of a drunk, she knew that he was intoxicated. Not that that would be a surprise either; Johnny used alcohol as a crutch to absolve every little ty encounter, and this was no different. While she deeply empathizes, she couldn’t help but scowl in response to his words, especially when he dared to make a vulgar comment regarding her relationship with Baekhyun. Regardless, she remains silent and follows after the doctor, arms folded across her chest as she inspects the disarray of his abode. She wrinkles her nose in distaste. It looks like a hurricane paid his home a visit.

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@❛ lalisa m。 @❛ baekhyun b。 “who the is ‘us’?” john suddenly perks up from his spot, curiosity leading him to take yet another peek from behind the door as now his gaze falls upon the blonde so silently awaiting at the doctor’s heel like a loyal puppy dog. perhaps the one hundredth groan of the week slips on through as he’s reluctantly unlocking the door and letting it swing open, abandoning the main entryway so the pair could let themselves inside while he grabs his glass off the kitchen counter. “please,” the man gives an unimpressed little scoff as he continues on, “that pseudo male could accidentally bust through my ceiling right now and it wouldn’t make a difference beyond giving me yet another headache.” as if to succumb to their demands does he then take a seat at the couch amidst dim lighting and a thousand old papers left a mess across the floor. “let’s get this over with already. i know you lovebirds have a round-the-clock fest to get back to.”

@❛ youngho s。 @❛ lalisa m。 the two share a look, a weary one at the tone of their friend's voice from across the wooden barrier. with a sigh does baekhyun tear his gaze away from her's, instead flickering to the case of first-aid supplies in his hand, which he had easily acquired from his apartment. "john," he says once again, voice more stern than it had been only moments ago in his greeting. "this also isn't a sitcom where you'll magically heal if you don't seek treatment. now let me in, or i'll find officer shim to knock the door down." realizing the brazen harshness in his voice he sighs, a soft exhale leaving his lungs before he speaks once again, voice reduced to a calmer state. "just let us in. we're just trying to help."

@❛ youngho s。 @❛ baekhyun b。 The woman stands behind the doctor with burgeoning impatience, arms folded across her chest whilst an index finger taps against her bicep. Stygian hues are fixated on the raised, silver lettering nailed onto the alabaster-painted door, her own mouth clamped shut in a thin line as she awaits the owner’s greeting. Momentarily does she glance down at the silver Bulgari watch wrapped around the petite circumference of her wrist. Her gaze shifts to her company, lips parting with the intent to suggest yet another knock, however the footsteps that sound from behind the door immediately shuts her up before she could utter a word. Instead, she releases a sigh, the tenant’s slurred words earning an exasperated roll of her eyes.

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@❛ yein j。 picking up right where he’d left off, coarse fingertips flip through ripped page after page, tainted photograph after another, becoming lost amidst a sea of his own collective suspicions over the course of endless years without a place or a person to call home. perhaps the blame could fall upon the fact he was and always will be so emotionally invested in this case. pent up rage, sorrow, frustration. it all clouded his judgment and festered into one gigantic black fog within the machinations of his own mind. so much effort was allocated to searching under every little nook and cranny that youngho failed to truly see what may well have been in front of his eyes all along.

he perks up in place as his attention is lured back to yein’s countenance, a brow raised above high in piqued intrigue. “.. you’re right.” leaning back into the cushion of his sofa does the male churn his thoughts around, lightly gliding the edge of his tongue along the soft upper tier of his lips the more he’s caught in contemplation. “when i was a kid, the police didn’t tell me . i went back a couple years ago trying to get some answers. the lead detective on the case back then talked to some people at the hospital, but nobody said they noticed anything out of the ordinary. that’s why i ended up ditching the theory it had anything to do with the hospital, but yeah.. they would’ve had security footage that could have shown something more.”

@❛ yein j。 “i’m not.” he lets out a laden breath he’d been holding in for god knows however long, unable to escape the near hysterical chuckle of enervated exhaustion. “i’m really not trying to act strong.. i’m just sick of being broken all the time.” the confession rang true; he despised the feeling of being pitied so often, even from his own pathetic wallowing which became so ingrained into daily life that he forgot he was even capable of moving forward. he never would until he answered just this one question. in comfortable silence the man coils either arm around her frame, squeezing her within the tense muscles that encompass her into his warmth until finally loosening up to allow for yein to do what she wished. “thanks.” he flashes in return a faint smile before leaning over the coffee table and beginning to rustle through piles of old documents, newspaper clippings, photographs. “this is all i’ve collected over the years. leads that went cold, things that could maybe be connected, but i just can’t seem to piece it all together. there’s got to be something in this mess.”

@❛ yein j。 as soon as he hears her concerns voiced out into the open does he release a heavy sigh, eyes rolling over with discontent. the man shakes his head almost violently, like the notion of fixing himself up was absolutely preposterous. “i’m fine. i just need to focus.” there would always be a certain headstrong bull deep within him that would not be swayed; but the longer his eyes lingered upon her visage, he finally succumbs just a tiny bit. “ugh.. fine. i don’t need a bunch of crazy stuff. maybe just grab some ointment for my lip or whatever.”

@❛ yein j。 “keep on hoping then.” for a brief glimmer of an instance does a faint smile dare curl upon the edge of his plush lips, leaning in to press their swollen coarseness against her lips for a hasty kiss. those soft full tiers of his which usually were so cloudy and kissable remained beaten from the events of the last week, a cut upon the lower lip still left with minimal treatment. he was too busy in his thoughts to worry about getting checked by a doctor. “right. this whole thing.. it’s had me thinking.” he continues on as he goes back to plop onto his couch, letting out a groan at the ache in his abdomen. “i have so much unfinished business. and my family, they’re the biggest. they’re reason i even came to this town where crazy s kidnap people and give you riddles like a batman cartoon. i have to get back to this case and find them. it’s been too long already..”

@❛ yein j。 “when have you ever known me to be gentle?” his smug little scoff airily flutters off the edge of his lips, far too anchored down by internal turmoils for actual laughter. some time passes amidst the frozen silence as his gaze meets hers, dancing around to follow and watch her every movement like she were a shadow from a dreamy haze. “no.” he immediately confesses, this time not even bothering with all the trouble or theatrics of hiding his true feelings. “where are you sore? i’ve got some ice packs and pills if you need it.”

@❛ yein j。 even in the frigid air that seeps into his apartment from open windows of the second floor, youngho can hardly feel a thing. with the powerful nature of his inebriation, he has all but numbed himself into a state in which only the dreaded thoughts scurrying about his mind have any impact. he doesn’t feel the wind brushing up against bare skin, dismisses the chilly sting against his poorly bandaged wounds. in the distance he barely picks up on the knock at his door, fumbling on both two feet to go swing the door open. upon seeing the girl’s soft rounded features he lets out a sigh almost of relief, clutching at her collar to drag her inside. “hey.. how’ve you been?” is the first thing he thinks to say, realizing he hadn’t quite checked up on her in a few days now.

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@❛ lalisa m。 @❛ baekhyun b。 johnny was never a fan of hospitals. he hated the long waits, people telling him what to do, the ominous feeling of death that loomed over each room and person within. he would be fine, he convinced himself. nothing a little booze and cheap bandages couldn’t cure... right? in his eyes, injury was the least of his problems. instead he’d succumbed to obsession, something he had always been ailed with since the earliest times he could remember. papers, documents, photos– they all were strewn about in messy fashion across the floors and any tabletop inside his place, even hung upon walls or stuck to cabinets. missing persons, cold cases, cheating spouses. they all consumed his life. already he’s found himself deeply submerged into a new case, halfway through a bottle of whiskey when there comes a rapping at his door. paranoia certainly sets in as he grabs the loaded pistol from off his counter and moves towards the door, peering through the peephole to glance at the doctor’s familiar face. “i’m not a fan of unannounced visits,” he groans out, slightly slurring his words with the stench of alcohol on his lips. “this isn’t a ing 90’s sitcom where you can just drop in any time you like.”

[] rip sorry if this was long, y’all don’t have to mirror or anything my muse just goes all over the place. also we should have a reply order; i am thinking it’ll go baekhyun first, then me, then lisa. which means lisa could be next to reply??

@❛ youngho s。 since the return of the rescue group alongside the hostages, youngho has not been around—in the complex or in the hospital. baekhyun would know, his twelve hour shifts prevent him from ever missing the normal hours when casia tenants are in, and he takes time to peek his head in their point of view. but since their return, the familiar brown hair has not made a presence at the hospital. he has wounds—baekhyun knows this well enough from the state that they were all in, and no doubt johnny took the of it all, being so loud mouth. this is why baekhyun finds himself in front of the male's apartment door. with a knock, he calls: "johnny. i know you're in there. open up."