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Sad RP Starters. [ x ]

                           C r a s h !

          A loud shatter was heard. Dusk had angrily shove the nearby vase down to the floor. The two were having, yet again, another dispute. Shouts were also heard, everything that you can possibly imagine in a loud fight was shown between the blonde haired female and the male. Anger was evident in her tone.

     "I know that you know something. Tell me."

     "I swear, I don't know." Lie #1.

     "I am not some idiot, it's either you or it's     some fuckin' ghost lurkin' around here.      And I know it's not the latter."

          The blonde was seething in frustration and anger. Some information (not exactly private details) about her had been leaked out and she knew he had something to do with it. Who else knew how to hack? Only him. The two only possible explanations were:

     1. There was a secret camera hidden somewhere in her flat.

                                                                      or

     2. It was his fault.

          His eyes were filled with guilt-- she saw through him. Eyes, they tell hidden stories. Dusk continued to stare at him, straight into the eyes, waiting for him to tell the truth. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she raised a brow as if she was mentally telling him, "Well? Are you going to come free with the truth now?"

                     A deep sigh escaped the male's thin lips. And she grinned.

     "Fine. It's my fault..."

     "Knew it, thanks for finally coming clean."

    [ ⇝ ] It's one of Han's rare days off. Despite him frantically tapping the police's radio frequency for any signs of crime, Seoul is blissfully calm today, so it appears to be a perfect time to get himself some ice cream.

    Chocolate. Han decides on a flavor that has never failed on him, and he takes a seat on front of the parlor as he eats his treat.

    An unfamiliar figure passes him, and normally Han would not have paid attention, if not for the object falling from their pockets.

    "Hey, you!" he moves fast, picking up whatever fell and holding it up, "you're losing something!"

[ is this a thing I can reply to or-- cus it's beautiful let me tell you ]

                                           -- There's a frozen turkey in the bathtub.

   "There's a-" Jonghyun turns, onion rolling onto the ground, the flat side he'd cut into making it halt and sit there unnervingly. The smaller piece is sitting on the counter, on the cutting board next to the big knife in the man's hand. His eyes show fear, and then confusion, wrapping up in a fascinated wonder. Pink lips are parted like they want to say something but it's so obvious he's at a total loss for words.

                                           -- There's an onion on the floor.

   "Yes of- of course there's-" The brunette figures the knife can wait and walks, away, through the kitchen and past his friend. They brush shoulders, him and his friend, the latter turning on a heel to follow at a brisk pace. They travel through a hall and up some grand stairs, to another hall and past a couple doors. There's the bathroom on the left, a bedroom on the ri-- right, the bathroom.

                                           -- There's a perplexed Jonghyun in the bathroom.

Myungsoo looked like hell.

It had been a long time since he had tried to gather information using dangerous and, technically, illegal means. But it had also been a very, very long time since he had needed information so desperately. Before, there really had been no personal need, rather just the burden of a job: “get this information for us or we’ll beat your ass.” This had been different.

After recieving a mysterious phone call about a week prior, Myungsoo hadn’t been able to focus. Twenty years without a mother, twenty years of torture, of being blamed for the woman’s death, and suddenly there was word out that his mother was alive and well? Of course there was always the possibility that there was someone out there trying to make him miserable, that it could have been a lie, but he needed to be sure.

Unfortunately, he was a bit rusty, more so than he had anticipated. It was no surprise that his efforts had failed, and left him in a rather busted-up state that could only result in strangers’ concern or complete disregard—after all, who would want to be seen with a guy that looked like he was being hunted by a gang?

The latter seemed to be the unanimous reaction, save for a couple of concerned glances. No one showed signs of worry or even curiosity. Myungsoo was fine with that.

He took a short break inside of a convenience store, purchasing a few materials to tend to his injuries before stepping out and resting on a nearby park bench. He laid on his back and sighed. His whole body was sore, and he noted to himself that it would probably take longer to walk home than usual. His eyes closed to block out the afternoon sun, and with all the commotion outside he hadn’t heard anyone approach.

"Who did this to you?" 

At first, Myungsoo suspected that he had just been listening on a pedestrian’s conversation, but when no response was heard he opened his eyes. Seeing someone standing in front of the bench and looking right at him, he quickly sat up, only to groan at the ache that followed. He looked to the male and mustered his best reassurring smile.