signals.

( ... )

“you okay?” he asks, though he knows bomin will probably say i’m fine and give him that small doesn’t-entirely-reach-his-eyes smile, maybe ruffle his hair, and that’ll be the end of it, even though jihoon knows him better than that. he just knows it’s usually pointless to press. bomin is just bomin, and bomin has always let jihoon do the talking, even for as much as jihoon wants otherwise sometimes. 

he looks him over, then spots the blood. “ah,” he observes, and then reaches their first aid kit first. they have quite the history of patching up each other’s wounds, so he says, “we have to quit meeting like this,” with a hint of a smile.

it’s not like there isn’t much to say when he’s around jihoon. it’s that bomin’s never actually found a need to say anything when he’s around the other boy. and it’s not something that he particularly dislikes; bomin’s never been a talkative guy, preferring to leave his words at a minimum when he can because speaking could turn to be too much of a hassle for him. so there’s no reason, really, for him to speak as much.

his thumb grazes over his own knuckles, it’s not bleeding terribly but it’s grazed the wall enough to peel of a layer of the skin. “i’m fine,” he says, and he gives bomin a half smile before he attempts to reach for the first aid kit, only for his friend to get there first. it seems as though bomin can’t go far, not that he’d planned to, so he lets jihoon do what he wants. 

“i think it’s charming,” he jokes as he sits down. his eyes fall onto his own knuckles and he feels a little pathetic for having let himself get as emotional as that. it’s silly, really, it’s not like bomin didn’t know what he was getting into when he signed himself up for a gang of all things. he sighs, and pulls his hand away. “you don’t have to do that,” he says to jihoon as he gestures to the first aid kit, “you can just leave that here and i’ll take care of it myself,” it’s my own fault anyway. 

usually he’d let jihoon take care of his other wounds if he’d gotten into a fight, but this time it had been his own dumb decision, his own inability to cap his emotions. so he’d rather not have jihoon tend to him; bomin was pretty good at being on his own too.

at that moment his phone rings, a notification popping up on his screen. he picks it up, takes a read and smiles; it’s a photo of his friends (the normal ones) inviting him over to have lunch with them. “ah... how should i explain this?” he mumbles, looking at his hand. 

( ... )

it’s refreshing to wake up to the sound of someone else in her apartment and not just dead silence, so she gets up and changes quickly, opening the door to the kitchen. “how am i supposed to sleep with you moving around like that?” she laughs, elbowing him lightheartedly. “besides, i’m hungry too, and i am…” naeun reaches up into her cabinet and takes out a box of pancake mix, holding it up like a trophy in front of her with a whisk in her other hand. “the world’s best pancake maker.”

it’s not exactly a secret that bomin’s wish would be to one day leave everything behind, to move to hawaii with someone that he loves and lead a simple life. he knows that under these circumstances and with everything that he’s decided to do so far that it wouldn’t exactly be... easy. after all, he’s somehow found himself to be part of a gang, but he’d always been somewhat entranced by the idea of simplicity.

and this, being able to make breakfast and not worry about wounds, about which corporation to hack into, felt close to the simplicity he’d wanted. even if he knows it isn’t. he turns to naeun and laughs apologetically. “sorry. i kinda wanted to do something nice for you,” he says; but it’s clear that bomin isn’t as skilled in the kitchen as he is with a laptop in his hands.  

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not that she doubts bomin when he says that he’ll protect her, but considering he was scared too she doesn’t really know how it would all play out, though she has to admit that there’s something nice in him saying that anyways. naeun takes the nearest sharp object ( a pen, as if that would help ) and holds it like a weapon. if vampires can be repelled by garlic then maybe ghosts can be killed by pens. “i’m ready. i’ll kill the ghosts. if they don’t kill me first.”

usually he’d think of himself as cool and collected despite having to deal with very dirty issues in the gang, but this was something that bomin couldn’t have any control of, literally out of his league. still, for some reason he wants to put up a stronger, more confident front in front of naeun, and he kind of takes it upon himself to protect her from... whatever that was. they’ve dealt with gang related things before, but nothing like this. “you’re going to survive and it’ll be because of choi bomin,” he says jokingly.

he turns to her and despite the current state the both of them were in (ie; a little terrified), he found her grabbing onto a pen oddly endearing. his lips tilt upwards and he raises a brow at her. “with a pen?” he asks, but his voice isn’t judgemental at all, if anything there’s amusement laced within it and suddenly he isn’t so scared anymore. “is that your weapon of choice naeun?” though he grabs onto a metal ruler, just in case they needed something sharp to throw at this... being. 

bomin takes in a deep breath, stares at the corner the both of them had heard the loud sound from. maybe it was nothing, just a raccoon or another kind of animal that had found it’s way into the school grounds (or at least, he’d like to think that). “alright,” he says, and he stands in front of her, turning on the flashlight on his phone as they begin to walk.

every day seems like it’s filled with work to do, and between classes and certain extracurricular activities there’s no time to rest. when every minute is dedicated to doing something, to rushing around the city and trying to get everything done in time, even taking a few hours to study suddenly seems like a break.

it seems counterintuitive, but it’s a small bit of time when things aren’t structured, and she can do things her own way. plus, it’s nice to be around bomin, and he makes schoolwork a little more bearable.

as with most things, naeun takes studying seriously, making sure to mark down the pages and take notes during lectures so that she can make a study plan and do everything correctly. she’s always been superstitious, and when things don’t go the way she plans she gets anxious, so she always sticks to what she knows. she’s highlighting her notes with a pastel pink color when she hears the thump, freezing in her tracks and looking up from her book.

“oh my gosh…what was that.” when she sees him looking back at her she knows that it wasn’t just in her head, and maybe she’s been watching too many horror movies but she swears her heart stopped in that moment. “do you think it’s a ghost? i heard some girls from my class talking about how they think some parts of the school are haunted.”

bomin doesn’t think of himself as a superstitious guy. if anything, he thinks he’s someone who’s more laid back, with better well, judgement in things. still, it’s not like he’s unaware of the supernatural. he’s watched enough horror movies and has read enough books, to have at least a sort of inkling of interest in ghosts. 

“ghosts...” he says, and bomin doesn’t want to look like a coward in front of naeun. it’s not that bomin believes in ghosts, but he doesn’t find any reason not to. and it’d be a lie to say that the thought of a ghost in the school building at this time doesn’t scare him. “yeah, i heard about that too. i think... they were saying that that part of the school is haunted,” he points to the area where they’d just heard the loud noise.

and then he hears again. a loud bang of sorts. “should we,” he says, turning to naeun, “do you want to go and check that out?” he asks. he’s seen things before, he’s in a gang, after all. but this; this is kind of different. and maybe he’s just trying to find an excuse to stop studying for a bit, and to do something a little more spontaneous and college-kid-like. as odd as this might seem, it might be a little fun.