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spending the night tracking ghosts? how fun. he takes consolation in the fact that he was in a slightly more populated area than his previous assignments, so it wasn’t that scary being out by himself looking for ghosts. his client was a businessman who wanted to develop a park of some sorts in this huge piece of land right in the middle of town and decided to seek jinyoung’s help in ridding the park of any sort of supernatural presence. exorcising the ghosts themselves wasn’t hard but chasing them was. jinyoung hardly has any stamina or agility to keep up with them.

he’s kind of glad that his “shaman senses” has become even more refined over many years of doing his job. he can pinpoint the location of ghosts with more accuracy now, as opposed to just having a vague sense of which direction the ghost had gone to. when he realizes that the ghost that he had been chasing had wandered off towards the streets where there were more shops and more people, he broke out into a full-out sprint. if this ghost was like any of the other ghosts that he had encountered before, it was going to wreak havoc.

✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch. 

-They have to watch Love Actually. 

It’s a classic, Sana mentions. The cast is outstanding and all very talented. There are ten different stories that are all interconnected at the end. The themes vary from story to story but the resolution leaves viewers feeling satisfied and warm inside. Isn’t that the point of the holidays?

-Well, Hari interjects. Nightmare Before Christmas is even more of a classic.

The movie does not lack in romance even if there’s only one story as opposed to ten. The musical score of the movie is also astounding. As far as unconventional Christmas stories goes, this is one of the best. It isn’t every day the dark fantasy genre can be heartwarming.

-The animation is outdated and creepy! We’re watching Love Actually, unnie.

-We’re not.

-We are.

-We are not.

A DVD is popped into the player. The two of them relax back into the couch– one is comfier than the other, of course. Hari sips on her drink when the scene opens and reveals an airport setting. 

Memes: Accepting

✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.

He’s holding the phone in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. Sana’s a cute kid; he wouldn’t want anyone to think otherwise, but this is a bit… Well, it’s hilarious, really. He’s having to prevent himself from giggling loudly for fear that in her current state she’ll start sobbing at him.

He’s not really sure how she got a hold of some alcoholic eggnog or why she decided it was a good idea to drink it, but he does know that she’s apparently a very weird drunk. She’s also the weepy type because so far in this five minute long call she’s already started and stopped crying three times. She’s sad and worried about him, and then she’s talking about Christmas gifts and robotics and Changsub and something else that she likes and then she’s back to sobbing because of what happened to Shiru and then she found the cookies and she’s got another glass of eggnog! Right now, she’s just chattering about robotics- something Hansol far from understands.

“Ahh~ Really?” He’s just trying to sound interested. He wouldn’t want he to suddenly start crying and call him mean. This would be an awfully stupid way to lose her trust. “That sounds interesting… You’ll have to show me sometime…” He hums just a little as she continues on. She’s really like an excited child like this. It’s a bit refreshing.

And then she’s back to crying. Something about that Slaughter House and Jonghyun and what happened. Hansol stomach turns just a little. He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie down out of habit. His expression doesn’t quite drop- he won’t let it, but it at least falters.

“Sana…” His voice is softer. “It’s alright… Don’t worry about it. Those things are over now. Besides, I was there to protect you then and would be if it ever happened again. Not that it will! It won’t!” He mentally curses at himself… And… Then she’s on another topic.

She can’t find her phone.

He sighs just a little- smile returning. At least she’s not staying on the serious topics for too long. He shakes his head just a little.

( tw: blood )

“What?” Sanghyuk looks bewildered whenshe suddenly offers him her scarf. His eyes grow unusually-wide before he turnsaway, his cheeks flushed either from the cold or embarrassment. “Oh, you don’tneed to do that. It’s not that cold. Really!” He insists, but as he reaches upto brush away a fine layer of snow out of his hair she catches sight of hisobnoxiously-red fingers.

He realizes this quickly, panicflashing across his face before he shoves his hands into his pockets. They bothshare a look, Sanghyuk’s covered with shame before he hangs his head. A handreluctantly reaches out for the scarf and it falls gently into his grasp. Teethclenched, he sucks in air as he begins to wrap the cloth around himself, butpauses suddenly when a brilliant idea seeps into his thoughts. He can feel hercurious gaze on him; it makes him grin before he leans down so their faces areclose together until their cheeks are almost touching.

📢 event starter for! @advsana 📢 warning-- mentions of violence, blood, death, gore, mental instability

By now, Jonghyun is convinced tonight was a specially made hell just for him. As if the incident with Taekwoon wasn’t enough to drag him through hell and back he was now in the grasps of a terrible little girl that he scarily wanted to hurt. As a typically gentle soul, Jonghyun doesn’t really want to hurt anyone. But the things this girl has made him do thus far, and is continuing on making him do has crossed far too many lines Jonghyun didn’t even know he had. After proving that mental screaming and being doused in holy water wasn’t going to do the trick, Jonghyun’s hopes were getting rapidly smaller.

Jongkook’s job as a police detective usually takes up most of his available time, and if he’s not working — exercising comes second. On rare occasion like this though, when given a short break off from his work and done with his usual exercising routine, he can be found at the café drinking tea. Although sometimes he ends up getting into his working mode — subconsciously observing the interactions of the surrounding patrons and analysing them without him realising what he’s actually doing. It’s a habit deeply ingrained in him due to the nature of his job.

He takes a big gulp of the now lukewarm tea, gently setting the cup down on the saucer. A buzzing alert tone from his phone sends vibration across the table and he picks it up without hesitation. He sighs when he sees the sender of the message, rolling his eyes after taking a quick glance at the ridiculous remark sent by that preposterous woman. Typical of her to annoy him even when she’s not physically present in front of him. How she managed to get his number in the first place was something beyond his understanding.

Ignoring the message, he places the phone back on the table and takes another drink out of his cup of tea. There weren’t a lot of patrons in the café at this time of day on a weekday, and so it’s easy to miss him — despite his relatively bulky figure — sitting outside in the outdoor area and partially hidden by the plants decoration.

He frowns slightly, when from his peripheral vision he sees a young lady behaving rather… suspiciously by the side window of the café. Her movements made her seems like she was creeping about and stalking someone, but Jongkook couldn’t be quite sure of her intention. He figures he’ll just wait a while more and see what the girl is really up to.

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It’s 5AM and as accustomed as he is to the lack of sleep, he does not appreciate having to haul himself to Seoul Station at the break of dawn. 

It’s that time of the year again whereby the University makes a big show of it’s ‘social awareness’ and superior educational programme – in which they not only groom intelligent students, but also kind, gracious citizens that have a desire to give back to society – by organising a huge community involvement project that the entire student populace had to take part in. He supposes it’s not a bad thing because the world could do with more good people in it. 

The planning committee seems to have outdone themselves this year, at least, with regards to the scale of the project. This year, it was a joint event with another University in Daejeon, which would provide sufficient manpower for numerous soup kitchens nationwide. Luckily for him, he gets assigned to a soup kitchen in Seoul, so at the very least he doesn’t have to travel half way across the country unlike some of his unfortunate classmates. 

He stifles a yawn as a committee member does a roll call before handing out instructions that he barely registers over the chattering gaggle of students.

“— partner’s details and soup kitchen location have been texted to you. Along with each of your assigned soup kitchens. Remember to report to me via text once you’ve arrived at the location.”

[ txt ← SNU ] + Partner name: Minatozaki Sana + Phone Number: 010-2797-5588 + Nanum Community Soup Kitchen, 217-72 Cheongpa-dong, Yongsan-gu, Seoul + Section Leader: Myung Sunjae ( 82-8811-3156 )

Japanese?

Sana, he tells himself. Sana... The name sounds familiar, and he briefly shifts through his mental pile of folders in an attempt to match a face to the name. Looking up from his mobile device, he scans the crowd hoping to find an equally familiar face to match the familiar name. 

And it works. 

He locks eyes with a grey haired female and the memory clicks. Sana from Daybreak.