𓈒𓏸 jinah’s apartment ༄.°

@✧˚ i. jinah his rosy drunk cheeks huffed as she lectured him in a whisper, but his lips quickly melted into a wide grin as he saw her blurry visage peek out the window. how could she be so pretty even when she was mad and blurry? his heart began to flutter and like an obedient child, he nodded his head and, as habit, began to scale the walls as he's done time and time again - though, there wasn't any need to when he could have simply gone through the front door. wooseok showed his experience as he practically climbed to her window with his eyes closed, a drunken expression on his face as he poked his head through her window, pulling himself up and unceremoniously landing face first onto her floor.

"ah," he quietly sounded with his face pressed against the floor, his legs dangling out the window. wooseok was no longer the hardy young teen he was when first began to sneak through jinah's window and it took him a second to assess whether he was going to feel this tomorrow. he was.

wooseok pulled the rest of his body inside with a crawl before flipping his body over to look at jinah towering him as he leaned back on the floor, a stupid satisfied smile on his lips as he looked up at her. ah... she was so pretty! but that wasn't all that was on his mind. he reached his long arms out at her with his little puppy eyes and asked, "why aren't you asleep? it's late." why, she could very well ask this drunken old man the same question.

@✧˚ b. wooseok being no stranger to the morbid rumors that surrounded the town of its supposed nightwalker terror, jinah wasn’t particularly sure if she was ready to catch sight of it just yet— or further so, anything possibly worse lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce like a predator to its prey. but she’d be brave, she had to be. because rather than fearing for her own state of being right now, the woman knew that there was no way she could ever be at genuine peace with herself if anything bad was to happen to wooseok.

it was incredible the way the man still managed to have quite the hold on her after all these years. her eyes of cocoa brown widening almost instantly upon catching sight of his more than familiar figure, a tiny smile of relief slipping onto her rosy brims as her palpitating heart ultimately settled down in the confinements of her chest. there he was. still the same old goofball she knew and lo- loud.. oh god, he was loud. jinah soon grimaced as she took in his clamorous line of speech, prompting her to lean out the window a little further, the tension in her shoulders finding its way back.

if anyone else got an earful?
oh, they’d surely be done for.

“shhhh, byeon wooseok it’s late and people are trying to sleep!” she spoke in a hushed yell, her eyes cautiously darting about once more to see if he had already managed to garner anybody else’s attention but hers. “i’m fine, i swear just- come inside. now, please? we can’t have /you/ getting cold out there.” her expression inevitably softens, a hand reaching out to the man as an unspoken invitation for him to come to her.

@✧˚ i. jinah in town of haepung was a legend of the nightwalker. he was a character similar to slenderman: a long lanky body that haunted the dark nights in haepung in the eve of the of the sun. there had been countless sightings of the mysterious figure, most of which occured near the residence of a certain haunted miss im. and tonight, he made another appearance for the first time in quite a while.

wooseok stumbled down the road with his eyes closed, led purely by muscle memory. his lengthy silhouette would have haunted any passerbys as he was illuminated by nothing but the moonlight. eventually, his footsteps ceases and he bent over in search for a pebble: not too big or it'll break her window, but not too small that she couldn't hear him at all. he hadn't notice that she'd been watching him from the window the whole time until he began winding his arm to throw the pebble, dropping it immediately as he pointed at her, his voice echoing in the quiet night as he scolded her, "HEY!! ITOLDYOUNOOOOT TO OPEN YOUR WINDOW UNTIL I GAVE YOU THE SIGNAL!! AREN'T YOU COLD!?!?"

@✧˚ b. wooseok heightened with an unnerving sense of confusion that essentially transcended to worry— jinah’s heart leaped from her chest, and her entire body followed suit the moment wooseok’s voice note had come to an end. long recovered from sleepiness, she immediately sprung towards her bedroom window, quickly throwing it open in hopes she would catch sight of the towering giant betwixt the murky shadows of the night that danced under the scintillating moonlight.

and of the million thoughts that raced through her mind; wondering just why in the world he would drink so much, and even so, why she of all people he had to contact at this ungodly hour of the night.. there was no erasing quite the priority, one that remained almost the same way it always had been throughout their relationship that now ceased to exist, his well-being. not even the increased sighting of unsettling entities could deter her line of focus, for there was nothing more important. no one more important than, “wooseok..” she sighed, growing more restless as time seemed to pass by fleetingly so.

“god, wooseok. you idiot- please tell me you’re okay. you better be okay.” jinah muttered beneath bated breath as her slender digits clutched tight upon the window ledge, her eyes helplessly darting to and fro just to catch some semblance of the man. any semblance at all.