#dohaeun

* :･ﾟ✧ “No, no, no. I don’t think so,” she shorter of the two exclaimed while grabbed the other’s wrist, giving him a rough tug. “You promised you’d do this and I expect you to keep your promise. You thought I was kidding, huh?” Grinning wickedly up at the other, she bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited for his answer. An old, abandoned asylum stood on the outskirts of town and as years went on, stories meant to scare others came about, earning Haeun their sheer curiosity, hence why they were there in the first place. “We won’t be in there for long, I promise,” she whispered, holding up the flashlight in her while flicking it on and off. “You don’t really believe those stories about it being haunted, do you?”

The story of Takeshi and dohaeun ended in broken smiles.

Takeshi was a man of words and action. He took it upon himself to tell just as much as he showed. Why? Because he felt an urgency to keep nothing in the hands of assumptions and chance. He wanted to play the greatest role he could in the play of his life. He needed to show himself that he was just as human as he was ten years ago. Maybe he was already more human than he thought. The regret he could feel piling on his heart and the guilt flooding his lungs made it hard to breathe. He’d only just gotten over those feelings when they suddenly came crashing down on him once again. maybe it was because of his undying desire to keep everyone one happy at the expense of his own mirth. He swallowed thickly at the thought, but paid no mind to it whenever he was around those he cared for.

Haeun, in particular, kept his mind at ease whenever she was around. She was amusing to talk to, and her sometimes simple and sometimes deep conversations always kept Takeshi on his toes. It was almost like he was a teenager again. And just like he said, he was not one to keep his happiness on lock down whenever he was with those he cared for. So he showed it through his loving smiles, melodious laughs, and warm embraces. He hid nothing from her but the darkness that lurked in his heart. He hid that very well from her knowing eyes and made sure she only saw the brightness that lit his eyes whenever he thought of something he was particularly fond of. 

“what do you want to do now then?” He whispered, his arms resting on the length of the spine of the couch as his head rested his head and stared up at the ceiling. There was a small hum beside him, telling him that the girl was just as lost as he was. He smiled and closed his eyes. He enjoyed the silence that enveloped them from time to time, and it usually came whenever they both had no clue on what to do. It always seemed like they’d done everything together, but somehow, by the end of the night, they’d figure out another adventure to go on. He heard his stomach grumble quietly and an idea came to mind. “Wanna cook dinner then? I have the ingredients for that dish you wanted to make. What was it again...donkatsu? Want to make it? It sounds pretty good.”

    “listen, i’m not the one to hurt you—”

there was a sense of calmness in his voice. he needed to move quickly, get her out of the way before it was too late. dealing - what others thought were furniture - was dangerous enough on it’s own and having other, innocent people included was hason’s last wish. why someone like her as wandering around the streets of seoul was a mystery too. it was dangerous anyway and she should know that. 

                                                      “—but i need you to go.”

hason had a tight grip on the younger female’s wrists, his hazel colored eyes locked on hers. like he said, he did not want to hurt her - but he knew the people he worked with would. smuggling was a way of life to those guys and they would do what ever they could to make sure they won’t get caught. killing a stranger.., this wouldn’t be the first time. but that’s what the stranger didn’t know. 

    “i know it’s crazy, but trust me, okay?”