Ghost Whump 😈
Forgot to post about this when I wrote it lol 😂
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Summary: Sometimes, the ghosts were easy. Tonight was not one of those nights.
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Sometimes, the ghosts were easy.
Not often as easy as Chang Hwa, to be fair. Most needed at least a little stabbing to help them along. But, still -- sometimes, Oh In-Beom did not even manage to take a step before she was sinking the ghost awl into his chest, his features just starting to flatten out when they were already being lit orange, gold crawling up his skin in the last gasp of a ghost passing on. Those nights, once he came to his senses, In-Beom would smile and hold her hand, stridently ignoring her protests that it was over so quickly she barely felt a chill. They would pack up, sweep away the salt and fan away the smell of incense, and then they would stop for a midnight snack at one of her favorite late night dives on the way home.
(She would destroy enough food to nourish a small army, sucking obnoxiously at the bones and pretending she couldn’t see how In-Beom’s eyes had gone soft at the corners, or how indulgence had woven its way loosely along the curve of his smile.)
Tonight was not one of those nights.
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