FORGET U...

daejung snorts in casual amusement, settling back into the bench. this kid wasn’t much of a threat, not even close. the werewolf is positive he has years on gin, if not lifetimes. the thought makes him feel old, and worn. “asshole? hmm… i suppose i can’t expect too much from the alium brats, especially if they’re all as disrespectful as you.”

“if you were one of my kind, i’d offer you a place in my pack. i wonder if that will help you jog your memory,” he muses, talking mostly to himself at this point, and not even looking at the ghost anymore as he makes himself comfortable again.

Gin knew he was a pain in the ass sometimes, Soojung was a good example of knowing how much of an ass he could be, because he tend to bother her the most with his amazing personality. It wasn’t surprising that this person thought the same about him, it was the way he cope with his things. Better be a little prick than a depressed sad boy. “No it’s probably just me, but we’re enemies. I doubt we would be sharing cups of tea together and eat treats.” Gin said to him dryly.

“Hmm leader, huh? Interesting, why is the alpha from a pack, putting out cigarets on his thigh and being all alone on a bench?”

the amount of times he’d witnessed her crying and drinking because she missed her dad, she couldn’t count anymore. however, how could she blame gin for his words? could she even blame him? instead she sighs and reaches to rub at her face, “its fine, just stop… stop apologizing.” soojung mutters, beyond tired now. it was supposed to be a casual evening, something chill like it always way, but it just seemed that all the wrong words were falling past gin’s lips and she was taking them too personally than she should have. “it’s been a long day, just don’t. i just wanna go back home and have a warm bath.” she nearly mumbles it, but she tried to  be loud enough for the ghost to hear him as she continued to walk, ignoring how she felt colder now that his arm wasn’t around her. it made her sigh but she didn’t say much about it. soojung doesn’t say anything in the next few minutes, trying to gather her thoughts together before finally speaking “sorry… i overreacted.”

For once he didn’t know what to do or say. He always had some type of way that he could fix something, at least when it came to Soojung and him. They were the types to go into heated arguments often, it was just how they worked, but this felt different and he was at a loss. He automatically wanted to apologize again, because he knew that he had hurt her somehow, even if it was supposed to be something light. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go then.” It was a good thing that they didn’t live far from the store, so they wouldn’t have to drag the awkward situation even further. It had never been this silent either, but maybe it was for the best that they didn’t talk, until he heard her voice. If it wasn’t so quiet he probably hadn’t heard her at all. “No... don’t, I was being an A hole, for not remembering your dad and making that joke.”

There’s laziness to his movements as he looks at the other. Not seeming interested and as if he is just putting up with this conversation for the sake of it. When really he’s trying to place the other. It’s very likely Gin is just a random ghost, there isn’t a shortage of them around, but with the recent change of events to the city, Minho has been on guard more than normal. He easily hides his annoyance that the ghost seems to know just what he is to Carpe Noctem and that Minho can’t put a face to a gang right now. “It’s a clan. Vampires have clans and, well, kinda any religion is a cult. Despite any of that am I going to find out why a random annoying ghost is researching me. Seems a bit too stalker esque.” Slender fingers pick the book off of the table again and into his lap before settling around his mug. It didn’t seem like he was going to get much more reading done for a little while anyway. “It’s about me and I’m narcissistic and like reading about myself. Or what people thought of me anyway.”

While Gin was known for his short memory span, it made him in an odd way one of the good ones when it came to finding information. He would catch the things that mostly people wouldn’t even look for and write everything down in full detail. So knowing where most of the people from Carpe Noctem would spend their time was perfectly written down in one of his journals. “Clan whatever, it all comes to the same thing in the end. Random? Guess I’m doing a good job of hiding my identity if you don’t know who I am. ” Gin told him simply, getting more comfortable in his chair. “Wait what? You’re in there, let me see!” This time the ghost was actually curious, sitting back right up to get a glimpse of the book, “I really don’t get vampires, but the fact you have seen it all, does spike my interests.”

the cigarette butt stays pressed against his skin, burning an impression into his flesh until the voice catches his attention. daejung pulls the cigarette away from his skin unhurriedly, and turns his head to glance at the newcomer, before his eyes settle into a glare. as a gang leader, he’s very familiar with members of other gangs, and this one is no different. daejung doesn’t have any particular feelings towards ghosts, only a slight amount of pity at their circumstances, but it’s not enough for him to feel much for one in a different gang.

a thought crosses his mind, one that tells him he’s happy haesol wouldn’t have to live this way– stuck between dimensions, unable to move on.

daejung grunts, grinding his teeth together to get the thought out of his head before he drops the cigarette on the ground and crushes it beneath his boot. “it’s awfully coincidental that you showed up here, isn’t it? i hope you’re not here looking to start trouble.” he warns, ignoring the boy’s comment.

Gin was slightly confused by the man’s words, until he remembered the list of people that he had to remember and perhaps he was either part of the vampires or a wolf, but he wasn’t that type of supernatural being that knew what everyone was. Ghosts didn’t had that type of power to sense other species. “I didn’t know who you were, and if I’m honest with you I’m stil debating who and what you are. There’s just too many gang assholes I need to keep track with. I hope that answers your question?” Gin told him, shrugging, clearly not interested in causing anything, maybe annoyance, but not trouble.

she can’t keep herself from sighing, narrowing her eyes once he says she has a daddy kink. if anything, soojung tended to never mention her father, it wasnt that they didn’t have a good relationship, it was more of respect for the man. gin knew that, and maybe that was the final straw for her patience tonight “you know what? shut up for once.” she said, turning to look at him, almost shoving his hand away “that’s fucking disgusting, gin.” she says, not even glaring at him, mainly disappointed if anything. they were in public already, she couldn’t make a scene, she didn’t want to make a scene out of something so stupid, but soojung was tired. tired of whatever game they were playing with each other, and tired of work, just tired. she wanted a nice bath, a glass of wine and some noodles. “you’re right, its my lunch.” she replies before looking back in front of therm, wrapping her arms around her frame in some sort of protest. “dose of fun, huh? you’re expecting too much.” she replies, rolling her eyes.

Gin his first reaction would’ve been him going in for another argument, until the words of his journal regarding Soojung’s dad came back to him. He knew that she didn’t talk about him, at least not much, he was sure to write it down so that important factor would’ve be remembered. He was such a fucking asshole to spit it in her face like that... “Soojung.... Fuck, shit I didn’t mean it like that.” He all but stuttered, his words almost choking up in his throat. Today wasn’t going great at all... It wasn’t a special day either, he was supposed to just pick her up and bring her home, now she looked like she was about either to burst into tears or burn his bones and it pained him that he was at fault for that type of reaction. “I’m sorry--- I wasn’t thinking.” Gin added, deciding to let her go and taking a step back when she started to disappear in herself, making him remove his touch as if he was burned. “Look... Let’s just go home alright, before I’m going to eat my foot completely and ruin everything.” 

ghosts were infuriating pieces of work in seung’s opinion. useless lives that were hanging onto the earth by a thin thread desperately. he had no need or want to deal with any of them either– or the one that was currently walking behind him. seung could already feel the agitation working it’s way up his body now too. “if you were just a friendly ghost, then maybe you can do that. but you’ve been following me for quite some time now, little one.” his voice his dark, the vampire finally turning to face the other with a look of disinterest. “i heard it was none of your business.. and i wouldn’t try set foot in it, lest you find yourself burning. now run along.”

Gin didn’t need a pair of glasses to able to see the annoyance coming of from the vampire. He knew him by whispers through the city, ghosts and other supernatural alike sharing story of the clan leader, ruthless, a little bit psychotic, but a damn good leader. He sounded like the Regina George of supernatural, which made the ghost laugh at the image. “I gotta do my job, don’t I? Besides I haven’t done anything. I’m hardly a threat.” Gin shrugged with indifference, raising his eyebrow when Seung finally faced him. “Don’t you need to find my bones first to burn me? I mean, It be fun to see you work so hard to find my grave and then burn a bunch of bones of a ghost that doesn’t do much.”

the way he looks back at her makes her sigh, smiling but it doesn;t reach her eyes and she just nods. what was there to say? what was there to do? soojung would always back out because she didn’t want to push. “fine.” she says, ending the conversation, because there was no actual point in dragging it on. she just wanted to get home, eat, and go to bed by this point. there was nothing else to it. however, once he called her noona, she rolled her eyes, shaking her head “just because you;re dead and don;t age, doesn’t mean you aren’t older than me.” the witch explained, pausing for a second before adding a quick oppa, at the end, not even bothering to look for gin’s expression. the suggestion wasn’t bad, but soojung barely felt like eating anymore, “it’s fine, i’ll have instant noodles and soju if i feel like it. noodles and wine don’t go well together.” she explains, naturally leaning into him before walking down the corridor, him pressed against her side. “did you go and annoy anyone special today? i don;t count as a that type of person.”

He felt the mood shift, it was subtle, but clearly obvious with her smiling at him that looked more like a grimace than an actual smile. He felt bad for saying it like that, but what else was there to do? When you just didn’t know the answer or was sure that for now the answer would’ve been negative. A small “Okay…” Fell from his lips, before the subject was completely dropped. They would’ve to talk about it eventually, but he wasn’t ready and he was afraid if he would ever be ready to tell her the thing that he did want to say to her. “We’re one year apart, but if you want to satisfy your daddy kink, go ahead… babe.” He retorted, groaning loudly when she threw another oppa in his direction.  — Gin pulled her a little bit closer when they were finally outside of the store, knowing that the tension between them was still clearly in the air, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to be close to her. “That’s not an actual dinner, but I’ll let it slide.” He told her, looking down at her with slight worry and guilt. “Nope today had been a quiet day, you were my only dose of fun this fine evening.”

daejung likes to get out occasionally to smoke, heading to a park that is specifically not skyreach park so he doesn’t get bothered by god-knows-what. he lounges on a familiar bench, sinking into the worn wood with a sigh, the old bench creaking underneath him. shoving a hand into his coat pocket, he fishes out his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, taking his time to light one and take a drag. holding it in for a moment, daejung lets his head tip back and his eyes close. he holds it until it burns his lungs before he lets it go with a low sigh, opening his eyes to watch the smoke billow above his head. it continues on for a few more drags until he puts the cigarette out–on the bared skin of his thigh, through his ripped jeans. it burns, it fucking stings, and daejung winces, but he’s nothing but content.

Most of the time when Gin was free of gang duty, he would wander around the city, find new locations or sit somewhere quiet to write, draw or read from his journal. He was also very nosy and like to just linger around other humans or supernatural and see what they are up to. It was perhaps one of his hobbies that he didn’t know he had, until it became almost a habit. Today was different, while Skyreach was a good place to hangout, with it being a neutral space and filled with more ghosts than he could count, the peace and quiet was a nicer perk in this one. He just didn’t expect to see a guy putting out his cigarette on his thigh like it was an ashtray and it reminded him way too much of himself that he wanted to just turn away and walk back from wherever he came from, but again ghosts were nosy. “That gotta hurt...” He said loudly to get the stranger’s attention. 

“some knowledge that is, i probably know it as well.“ she huffs, obviously teasing him. however, she thought that the conversation would be left there, gin wouldn’t push for an answer, and it made her panic ever so slightly. however, she wasn’t going to back down. “make love? so you love me?“ soojung questions him, reaching to gently grab his chin, making the ghost look at him. this really wasn’t a question they should be having in the corridor to her office. she often got asked questions from the colleagues, from her family pretty much, what was going on between them. however, as soon as gin’s confidence spiked again, she can’t help but pout “oppa, you;re mean.“ she mutters and soon after that sighs, because he was very correct “you can’t cook. it’s fine, let’s just go back home.“ she answers, running a hand through her hair before turning to lock her door, using magic by just holding onto the handle and heading down the corridor, ignoring how flustered she’d gotten over this conversation.

Gin rolled his eyes, but dropped the subject, not really caring about the woman that he had scared to begin with. The sudden touch to his face, the question that left her lips had surprised him, his eyes widening at the thought. His eyes were downcast for a second, not really knowing what to do within the situation, but then he moved his hand to gently grab her wrist to move her arm back to her side, “Don’t ask questions, you don’t need the answer of right now.” He told her, his eyes finally locking with hers, the brown orbs sad and something else that he’s afraid to say out loud, but hope she understood what it meant while she would look into his eyes. Sudden change in conversation and weird sexual undertone made in sigh in relief, almost making him choke on air when she dropped the ‘oppa’ again... “Stop doing that! I’m actually twenty-two you know, cause I’m dead. I should be calling you Noona.” Gin pointed out, “Order in? I heard there’s this new chicken place not far from the apartment, they also do delivery.” He offered, casually draping his arm around her shoulder, watching her lock her door and do her magic, which still fascinates him. 

The vampire only felt a little burst of regret that he’d basically just invited a ghost to sit with him. Probably one of the few supernatural beings he didn’t have the most experience with, apart from the couple victims of his that had tried to stick around before being convinced (dragged) into the afterlife. This one seemed young though which only meant more annoying. “Not a gang leader and most certainly not cute.” Is all he grumbles out for a moment. Pale fingers flipping a corner of a page down before placing the book on the table and merely ignoring the other for a moment as he focuses on his drink. Who knows maybe someone would suddenly find Gin’s bones and burn them so that Minho could be saved from this conversation. Instead the other is still there and with a barely suppressed huff, he lifts the battered cover of the book to the others eyeline. “Old folklore from around Russia and a little bit of China. You probably wouldn’t find it interesting.”

Gin tilted his head at the vampire, trying to figure the guy out just by looking at him. If it wasn’t for the information that he already knew, he would say he looked like any type of guy, drinking coffee and enjoying a book, but a lot of people had a lot of secrets, including the man in front of him. “You guys call it a cult then? Whatever. Second in command then? I mean if I did my research right, then I’m pretty sure that’s your job title.” He had no idea where he was going with this, not that it mattered much. Gin eyed the cover of the book once again, finding his words ringing true. “You’re right, but it doesn’t mean I’m not curious for why you’re reading it? Doing some research on how the old people took over land?” 

soojung sometimes wondered how she dealt with the ghost. sometimes, turned into all of the time, because it seemed like gin was here to stay, and give heart attacks to all her customers. it had been happening for the past eight years afterall, but still. ”yeah, you don’t?“ she asks, looking at the wall he came through. “i’ll give you an ass whooping 101 if you don’t shut the fuck up.“ she adds, ready to proper shove him out. but she doesn’t. when the conversation continues when she walks out of her office, she can’t help but let her mouth hang open over the fact that gin said they would fuck. she blinked, a few times, trying to let the words sink, ignoring the way her face heated up as she looked at him in pure disbelief “you thought what now?“ soojung asks, stepping closer to him once he stepped back, invading his personal space “is that how you’re gonna speak to me? aren’t we gonna fuck?“ she asks again, reaching to shove his head gently before huffing “yeah, total gentleman, ask politely next time.“ she mutters, ignoring how suggestive that sounded “yeah, carry my purse, huge gentleman. you’re taking me out for dinner tonight as an apology.“ she states, going back into her office to grab her jacket and purse.

A gasp left his lips, “Wow, you’re so mean! Here I am trying to share my knowledge and that’s how you repay me?!” Gin pouted, crossing his arms. When it came to Soojung he hardly had a filter, because he saw her as a brat and he knew his feelings were mutual in that department. To outsiders they were either like an old married couple or brother and sister, but brothers don’t tell their sisters they were about to fuck them, so maybe people need to drop that. “You heard me...” Gin stammered, not really sounding that confident than before, and the witch coming in his personal space wasn’t helping him either. He looked down at her nervously, “Make love? Intercourse? Do people still say that?” Gin chuckled, letting her shove his head. “So you’re saying that I can actually hit it, if I ask nicely?” He dared her with a raised eyebrow, totally taking the bait, but not without fighting back and pulling her into the water which was this conversation. “What about if I cooked for you? With like the shit we have in the fridge? You know right that I don’t have any money, cause I’m a ghost and have you as my caretaker?” 

his past few days had been.. productive, to say the least anyway. mostly in the way of a lot of death, and a lot of changes that needed to be done. be that releasing members of their duties in the only way that they deserved, or changes around his gang to make them stronger and more stable than ever. more patrolling of their borders, catching anyone that even thought they could get near them, and in general just making sure that carpe noctem weren’t going to be too weak to take this crown. it was another throne that seung intended to conquer one way or another. he wasn’t about to let anyone decide that they could just come and try and run them over like so many had before ; but they had all failed. but now after a long day, a tiring day, as he makes his way slowly back to his apartment, the sound of footsteps don’t go amiss behind him. “unless you have business with me that needs attended to immediately, i suggest you turn around and walk the other way while i’m in a good mood.” it was debatable how good that mood even was, but it was good enough that he hadn’t just turned around and lashed out instead.

Carpe noctem were annoying piece of shits, in a sense that they were a pain to follow. Many of them were old, very old, all knowing old. While he was good at his job, he was actually really good at it, nobody expects the depressed boy in the corner and being dead helped him to be quiet, but those old bastards knew how to sense things like they were a parfum store employee and could catch a Chanel from any angle at any distance. Gin didn’t really know what he was trying to get out of this little follow. Gin knew he probably had noticed it already as he probably knew he was being followed and his words made his thoughts correct, “Can’t a ghost just friendly walk down the street at night? I might want to move out, find a new apartment. I heard yours is pretty neat.” 

soojung had a  big heart. even if she sometimes focused on her work, focused on money and the best for the gang, she was always warm and welcoming. she doesn’t remember the exact reason on why she took gin with her. it all started with the idea of him joining the gang, but it slowly escalated to the situation they were in right now. soojung with a client, calmly working on the charm she wanted and gin casually gliding through the wall and making the weirdest possible comment for the situation. the screaming didn’t even phase the witch, she could only sigh and try and calm the woman, debating if she should just knock her out cold. “yeah gin, there i a work in progress notice on my door.” she replies, as if nothing had happened. “gimme five minutes.” she walks over to him, reaching for his shoulders and spinning him around and pushing him towards the door. she opens it for him, and reaches to ruffle his hair, messing it up with a grin “five.” she repeats and slams the door in his face. it takes a lot less that soojung said it would take her to finish, wrapping up the whole order quickly as she could before sending the lady out of her office and walking out after her, shoulders instantly slumping. “you came to take me home.. that;s a weird way to phrase it, gin.” she laughs, shoving her hands in the pockets of the suit bottoms she as wearing. 

It was obvious the woman was either new to the supernatural or downright didn’t know anything about it... But he probably had blown her mind with his ghosty habits. Gin eyed the door for a second with a snort, “I haven’t seen it, because I came through a wall.” He clarified as it was obvious. He could’ve easily became transparent as soon Soojung hands touched his shoulder, it would’ve been hilarious to see her grab air and perhaps fall to the ground, but he also liked her enough not to do that, so he grinned as he looked over his shoulder, sticking out his tongue. “Ah, but I was about to give the woman some ghost 101!” The ghost pouted, but letting her push him back outside of the room. To anyone outside of the gang or perhaps even actual members, their relationship would’ve seem very unprofessional as he was just a mere snitch and lookout guy while the witch was part of the leadership, but they had a weird bond, a connection that they couldn’t put words into yet, if he was honest with himself he was afraid of what it actually meant or what they actually were to each other. --- “What? Aren’t we going to fuck? Here I thought I finally had something going for me.” He joked, teasing her with a glint in his eye, but couldn’t help but take a step back when he realized what he had just said, “Please don’t cast a spell on me! I take it back, I’m a total gentleman. I will carry your purse or something.”

The Dancing Bean was one of the few establishments Minho ever frequented that wasn’t for business. Mainly because he got an extra shot for free in his drinks and they had perfect little spots in the corners of the cafe that kept the sunlight off of him. He had enough witches charms adorning him by now to stop himself from burning to death but the darkness or artificial light was always more comfortable. That’s where he finds himself now. Curled in a corner with a book in his lap and becoming increasingly annoyed at the presence he knows is there. “The whole place is full. So stop standing there looking around and either just sit down or get out.” He doesn’t lift his head, instead vaguely gesturing his hand at the seat opposite him. As much as he didn’t want company someone just dawdling was more irritating. 

Gin always had a love and hate relationship with the café. He loved it, because it was one of the only places where there wasn’t a fight going on, a lack of a headache acting up, but hated it because his enemies were there more than he would’ve liked and, there’s just so much of faking and lying he could do before he popped a vain and finally step a foot in the after life. Not that he was going to do anything stupid, like start a brawl in an innocent coffee shop. He was way too sad for that, but didn’t stop him from being a tease, because he was a very bored ghost. -- He ignored the other ghosts around the building, some young kid crying to some lady who was laughing and enjoying her date, which made him guess that she was either her mother or sister and moved on or the old man, trying to possess a coffee mug. “Aren’t you cute. Who knew gang leaders could be so nice.” Gin said smiling, making himself stop floating and landing himself opposite from Minho. “So whatcha reading over there?”