#harukhi

( text :: wendi ) … Wendi Son. You know I’m not one to be interested in the sex lives of others. ( text :: wendi ) But since you decided to contact me with this information, you could talk to me more about him? ( text :: wendi ) Also please take care of your nails. Heard you spent quite the money on them monthly or something, yes?

:: ‘I’m going to mess this up.’

Birds of the same flock. Murderers, they all have the same glint in their eyes - whether they murder on purpose or not. If your hands were once bloodied, a life taken, you’re marked a murderer, no reason to make up for it. Haru found it a little more easier to open up to people in the same field of career as her, taking people’s lives and being up to no good. The two of them had met due to a client - under a rather complicated circumstance, nonetheless, she decided to keep in touch with this man incase she needed an aiding hand.

One phone call and there she was, sat in the dimly lit pub with rarely any customers, the music echoing all over the place with the tip of her pointer finger grazing over the neck of the glass with liquor filled in it half way, sitting next to the man. Their conversation was hushed, almost as if they were exchanging secrets – of course, Haru rarely ever speak about herself. That was one of her redeeming qualities, she knew how to listen. And by listening, she had sharpened her wisdom to deal with things in life.

Yet, despite the fact that she had no opened up to the man about stealing identities, just the whole ‘I murder people for a living, though I don’t do it everyday’ part of her story, she decided to let her guard down, just for tonight. He was rambling about how he wouldn’t be able to finish the task he was assigned to be here for. They were mere humans, and she speculated that he might have his own fears.

Heaving a soft sigh, she turned her head to look at him, a rather awkward smile plastered across her pale facade, dark locks cascading against her shoulders before taking a sip of the beverage. “Do you honestly not believe in yourself? It’s such a shame, Yamamoto-ssi. I took you for someone who wouldn’t step back easily. I’m not one with soothing words, I’m just here to give you a reality check. Don’t let your thoughts get to you. If you need help, you know I’m more than what meets the eye.”

He didn’t know what brought him to dial her. One minute he’d been thinking straight, but after a few glasses in his hand, everything was blurry. Yet nothing seemed to lift the burden on his shoulders. His whole body felt tense, more so than when he first arrived. Despite the blurred lines of his thoughts, it made every emotion he felt feel more connected than before. He cursed at the alcoholic beverage in his hand, but waved at the bartender for more. But he knew what he was waiting for at the end of it all. He was waiting for a particular girl to waltz into the room, sit beside him, and listen to him while he spoke of his worries. She’d listen, and when she did, she’ll give him a figurative slap in the face. He knew she would. She wasn’t soft like the others.

“If I fail, all those lives are going to be forgotten.” His body shook at his words as if they were poison slipping off his tongue. He closed his eyes, leaning closer to her so that no one could hear their exchange. “I’m going mess this up. I know I am. I’m not ready. I’m too weak with the way I am now. I care too much. I’ve got so much —” 

He bit off the ending of his sentence. He didn’t dare to finish it. Instead, he opened his eyes and gulped down the toxic beverage. Somehow the sting of it made the pain in his head feel numb for only just a second. But when he heard her speak, he couldn’t help but look at her. He stared at a pained smile, one full of holes and unwarranted pity. It was awkward in every way, but it was the only one she could offer him. He nodded at her words, took them in one by one and dissected it as they wandered through his intoxicated mind. “During this time, someone I knew died because of me. If I’m going to take those steps forward, I’m going to have to do it alone. Or at least with someone experienced.” His grip around the glass had nearly broken it if it weren’t for the bartender slapping the wooden bar and pulling it away from his grip. 

harukhi

It came as an innocent curiosity grew into some faint doze of obsession. Ever so belated to realized the growth of his actions—stalking the once nameless woman that began one boring day. Jaerim had no intention at all, it just so happened that she caught his eye and now he was stuck in this some kind of creepy habit. He did search for her identity under the rugs of the police files and government facilities instead of walking up and asking for her name. Surprisingly though, he pluck snippets of secrets from her—those she wished anyone not to know. Maybe it’s fate after all that Jaerim met her eyes that day, whilst fired up the routine he groomed the past month. If it didn’t happen, who knows what case he’ll end up closing—this impostor.

  ` * source — accepting → to harukhi.

Positive Interactions Headcanon; My muse’s…

☾: What my muse says to yours when they think they’re asleep

When Aiden thinks Soojin’s asleep, he likes to tuck the stray locks of hair behind her earlobe before whispering, “Haru– Soojin, whoever you want to be known as. You know you don’t ever have to hide anything from me, right? You can be yourself around me, you don’t have to pretend. I know it must be hard, you’ve been hiding this all your life and– I also know that it’s hard to open up to me, but I’ll be here for when you, I promise.” 

   ` * source — not accepting → to harukhi​.

 ` * source — not accepting → to harukhi​.

&&; ✆, for a morning text.

「TEXT !! HARU」morning, sunshine!「TEXT !! HARU」so, how about we go get a coffee together, mh?「TEXT !! HARU」i’m in need of some company and you’re the victim!

&&; ✉, for a text that wasn’t sent.

「TEXT !! HARU」if cats could actually talk, what you think they’d say?

&&; ☎, for a rushed text.

「TEXT !! HARU」tough day, very busy.「TEXT !! HARU」i’ll get to you later. promise!

&&; ⁇, for a drunk text.

「TEXT !! HARU」mannnnn, imfucking wassted「TEXT !! HARU」piickk em up, pleeas「TEXT !! HARU」iill payyou wit icceceream!!!!!!!!!!!

&&; ø, for a late night text.

「TEXT !! HARU」i know it’s late but, are you awake?「TEXT !! HARU」i had this awful dream and i feel like talking about it–

&&; ✘, for a hateful text.