#lawbidden

“look i’m not asking you to date me.” younah said, rolling her eyes as she set her suitcase on the hotel bed. “i’m just saying that this resort is for couples only and so we have to fake it if we want to stay here. and they have a swim up bar, and I want to stay here!” she said with a slight pout as she whined. 

“You know, you really don’t have to do this.” she mentioned for the tenth time that week. It was mainly her nerves that caused her to repeat the same thing over again. After informing Yejun about her desire to visit her mother’s grave, he took it upon himself to look into it. Being in his workplace, she was intimidated not only by the atmosphere, but of the unknown. Twenty-four years was a long time to be ignorant of her own past. “Did my father change his number? That’s the only contact I have for him. I would ask my aunt but it’s...complicated, to say the least.” Eunyoon’s arms came to rest crossed on his desk, her chin soon following in suit as she let out a sigh. “Jun..” she spoke his nickname, doubt in her voice, “Maybe..maybe her body is missing because they just didn’t have a proper burial for her. It was so long ago, after all.”

“let me see.” the teaching assistant successfully yanks her phone away from their grasp, as she looked through the male’s profile. “he looks.. nice.” she nods, and soon as she says that, a message pops up from him— setting her in panic mode. “ahhh, should I open this message?” eunbi asks, staring up at her friends as they all nodded and urged her on to check what he had written her.

“  I don’t know if I should tell you this  ,   but there’s a ghost standing behind you.  ”  Myeongjoo calls out as she glided out of the latest crime scene she found herself tagging with Kinam to.  It hadn’t been long since she started to help the taller male and his department with their cases and so far  ,  she had been having a hell lot of fun.  It was thrilling and it brought life into her boring career as a forensic pathologist.  And she’s not going to lie  ,   her tagging along with him  ---  it was a dream come true  ,  like she really was a police officer that she had always wanted to be. 

while  the  sky  was  as  blue  as  can  be    ,    the  smell  of  spring  making  itself  known  despite  it  being  the  middle  of  winter  -----   baek  kiran  was  stuck  in  an  established  perimeter  ,    leaving  her  UNABLE  to  enjoy  the  first  rain-free  day  of  the  season.      just  was  her  luck   ,    after  all.      and  even  with  the  given  knowledge  that  it  had  been  HER  who  chose  to  step  in   ,    playing  HERO  ,    and  messily  disrupting  a  serial  killer’s  next  hit  -----  she  couldn’t  help  but  scowl  at  the  person  in  front  of  her   ,    EYEING  the  new  set  of .... knick-knacks  they  brought  with  them.       she  had  her  father’s  workshop  to  tend  to   ;    she  had  no  time  to  waste  ,   couped  up  in  a  useless  witness  protection  program.       but  rather  than  voice  her  disgruntlement  for  the  hundredth  time  -----  kiran  would  let  out  a  defeated  sigh.       “      what’d  you  bring  me  this  time ?     ”      a  single  nod  towards  the  bag  ;    she  had  long  expected  to  receive  NOTHING  since  the  orphan  was  only  seen  as  a  plague  to  society.       “     a  statement  telling  me  that  i  can  go  home  now  ,   i  hope ?     ”

He blinks furiously a few times, looking down at his own hands as he struggles to come back to his senses. Okay, he’s not bleeding, he’s not looking in a mirror (and he’s not wearing stiff formal clothes he doesn’t remember putting on); he’s just looking at someone who could pass for him. That’s... strange, but not the weirdest thing he’s encountered lately. More concerning is the fact that this person seems to think he’s going to bleed to death. “You’ll be fine,” he says, a flat statement more than anything meant to be soothing, and he shrugs out of his hoodie and begins wrapping it around the wound. “I’ve survived worse than this.” Still, once he has the makeshift bandage in place, he pulls out his cell phone with his free hand, holding it out to his double so that he can still call for help if he feels the need to.

🐺 - Do you prefer group verses or private verses for your muse?Group, I guess? Honestly, even if the RPing is done privately and/or over chat, I figure it’s technically a shared verse because my muses don’t exist in a bubble, all their experiences carry over from one thing to the next, which I guess means it’s sort of an unofficial group? I dunno. But yay wolves.