𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.

霊探偵: what does it mean to be like the others?

while this wasn’t the first time indrid had approached someone about the dreams and or visions he had, it was the first time someone hadn’t merely scoffed and shot him a look of confusion before walking away. it’s not like he could really blame anyone for reacting in that manner. he wet his lips before rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish manner, “oh no, it’s nothing like that. if you were going to die, i don’t think i would have it in me to tell you.” he confessed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

“but… there is something or someone that’s following you ― something not of this world. they want to cause you harm.” he couldn’t really find a proper way to describe the dark force that he had seen in his dream. for all he knew, it could have been a convoluted metaphor for something. “i’m sorry, you probably think i’m crazy.”

kinam was genuinely surprised. that was probably written all over his face, giving the puzzled look he kept giving the other. sure, his words were nothing foreign to him; the detective was used to being in danger several times through his life, but what truly shocked him was the fact the other man actually addressed it with so much tranquility. odd. he didn’t feel any threatening aura coming from the person either, so it didn’t take too long for him to actually relax his tense eyebrows. “no, that’s okay – thank you for telling me.”

(...)

So when a car stopped by the sidewalk he had been standing on, he was confused. And when the window rolled down and a guy asked him if he wanted a lift. He had been a tad suspicious. If this guy turned out to be a crooks and had targeted him well, things would be well awkward. But then again, he had never been the one to judge people harshly. And who knows? Maybe the driver is just nice that way. He’ll see. 

“Ah! Are you sure? I mean well…” He looked around, and saw no other person looking as drenche as he was and just sighed. “Sorry for intruding.” He mumbled as he slid into the passenger seat. 

kinam flashes the stranger a reassuring smile, quickly lifting one of his thumbs up indicating that it was really no problem to let the other use his vehicle to at least keep himself safe from the expected storm. the other looked completely miserable to kinam’s eyes, it was so bad he couldn’t hold back an amused laughter from escaping. “man, you’re a total mess right now. how come you didn’t bring an umbrella or something?” he questioned him, trying not to make too much fun of the soaked guy. nonetheless, he soon turned the wheel in order to drive back towards the road, joining the traffic all over again.

                   eyes fill with confusion when he looks at her like she’s crazy. didn’t he see her? he must’ve if he’d walked away the way he did. brows furrow at her bewilderment. “um… i work at the shop that you just looked into?” the sentence comes out as if she’s still unsure but the girl knows that they saw each other. she wouldn’t have mistaken their eyes meeting. “i– i know you saw me because i saw you.” daisy kind of hates being this forward and somewhat confrontational but she knew that if she was going to explain herself, she’d have to be firm in her beliefs.

kinam hesitates. that was truly an unfortunate event for him, because he doesn’t only prefer to be cautious, but also careful when dealing with things that do not belong to this world. however it wasn’t something that rarely happened, no. due to his sensitivity to detect what’s human and what’s not, he ends up attracting whatever it isn’t from the realm they currently coexist. “oh, right! yeah, that shop. I was going to purchase something but just remembered I was supposed to be somewhere else, you see...” the male laughs it off, still keeping his acting skills on before he decides whether it is safe to wear it off and admit the truth.

I love you SO much... you’re always there to hype me up whenever my inconsistent ass decides to drop / return from the realm of the dead (aka, inactivity).

(...)

Eunjin closes her eyes, not bearing any more of the duckling’s suffering. However, they open immediately following Kinam’s exclamation, seeking to find the duckling doing better than it had. It was.

The sadness in her eyes is replaced with delight, pink lips smiling nearly from ear to ear. “Oh, it’s back with its family!” Setting her tea aside, Eunjin leans back, placing her hands against the red plaid picnic blanket underneath them. Kinam had a point, and it was something she had to repeat to herself. “I think that’s something we should learn from the duckling. How we should continue to persevere even if we feel a little lost.” The light wind blows on the couple, resulting in a few cherry blossom petals landing on their hairs and picnic set. “A little is just an understatement.”

the weather was so incredible that day, kinam couldn’t believe it was actually real and not something from a dream or from his vivid imagination. it wasn’t neither too warm or too cold; just perfectly pleasant. despite the long monologue about ducks, struggles and life, kinam’s been stuffing his face for the past hour with snacks prepared by his own self and eunjin. in his humble opinion, whatever his girlfriend cooked turned out to be the most delicious dish he ever had the pleasure to put in his mouth. for some people that may sound as an exaggeration of his, but to kinam it was nothing but the truth.

so while she’s been sharing her own opinion, he reached out for another sandwich. the fingertips that repeatedly licked off the cheesy sauce of the cheetos left stains over the soft and chemically whitened surface of the bread. tasty as heck, he thought to himself after taking a generous bite off the treat. still with his cheeks stuffed with food, the male had his adoring gaze over eunjin, who looked absolutely stunning under the imponent cherry blossom tree the two lovers decided to settle down previously. her concern over the innocent creatures warmed his heart even more than the power of ten thousand suns. eunjin had such effect over him.

‘  you think you can help me  ?  ’  jozher speaks before he can stop the words from pushing past his throat. it’s rather rude, he thinks. but then again, it’s not like very many people have treated him with kindness. so many thoughts cross through jozher’s mind that he can barely even hear them, wishing everything could just be quiet for once. he had become uncomfortably accustomed to his life always having anything but peace. even now, kinam has no idea what trouble exactly he’s getting into, and nothing good can come from that.  ‘  you don’t know what you’re dealing with. you should just drop it.  ’

“I don’t exactly think I can, you see...” he pauses, making eye contact with the other in order to provide reassurance. “but I can try.” it was evident neither of the men knew everything the other went through. kinam surely didn’t know what he was about to get into, but in the end, that was his job. he was used to getting in trouble, specially revolving things few could even understand. “listen, I’m not trying to be a savior here. deadass am not. I’m only offering you the possibility of understanding your own situation a little better – if you’re willing to actually tell me about yourself.”

“is it really possible to learn how to cook from actual recipe books?”

                   “wait, wait!” one of her arms is still in its vine form, green and leafy and extremely long, when she notices that she’s been caught. silly of her to think no one could see her from the window of the store– it may have been night time but there was still light out there. daisy runs out of the shop, arm now back to normal, catching up to them and pulling them back. “please let me explain.”

despite his initial shock upon catching someone with a whole vine instead of a proper and normal human arm, kinam’s expression softened the moment he realized that she was not a threat. of course he couldn’t exactly affirm something of the sort without further researching, but he’d also often trust his gut – and that would rarely fail. he thought it was best to pretend he didn’t see anything for the time being, spinning around towards the opposite side of the shop he originally stood in front of.

( ... )

“Waaaah– these are so tiny and cute! They’re like shrunken lightsabers!” She cooed, which was a habit evoked when she encountered anything cute to her eyes. As Kinam deserved, Eunjin plants a tiny kiss on his cheek, planting more across his face before making a final stop on his lips. “You know what? I’ll take the blue one– because the red lightsaber suits you!” As her answer indicated, she reaches for the blue lightsaber, immediately making it glow.

Focusing more on her new ‘toy’, Eunjin glances up at Kinam before reverting back to her mini lightsaber. “The real deal? What are you talking about?” The child was completely oblivious to his actual meaning.

the mere sight of a very delighted eunjin was everything & more that kinam could ever ask for. sure it wasn’t a fancy gift – he’d occasionally spend more on his girl whenever he could and simply felt like doing so. but the way she would always appreciate the little things truly made his heart beam warmly from the inside. “I knew you’d find them adorable. suits you, even.” he adds, taking his own to fit better between his fingers before making it glow the same way she did to hers.

“would my jedi queen accept this humble liege’s invitation for a duel? the loser gets to make dinner tonight.” he playfully suggests, poking her shoulder with the tip of the toy. “and I’m not planning to lose.”

ghost squad sentence starters.

status: accepting !

“well, what did you expect it to come out of a bruised lip? unless...” he squints his eyes playfully towards raven before continuing with his reasoning. “unless you are not human and an actual real life angel that does not bleed. because if that’s the case... I knew it. if it’s not, then I was totally joking.” suddenly the elder laughs at his own insinuation, quickly taking hold of his beverage to bring it towards his own lips for a sip. it was pretty usual and unexceptional for kinam to tease the artist due to their old long termed friendship. because of her angelic vocals and remarkably kind personality, he loved to poke fun over the fact that she could possibly be using her stage name as an excuse to mask her real identity.

“but seriously now, between you and I. what do you think that truly happened to that girl? I mean, to get such an horrible bruised lip like that. do you think she’s a criminal of some sort? maybe she got caught in a cat fight, who knows?” he murmurs between soft sips of his beer, stealing occasional glances towards the injured stranger sat a couple of meters away from the two of them. “whatever the reason may be, I sure do not wish to be on her shoes. do you think we should check up on her or would it be too invasive of us?”