❛ The normals cry, the crazies laugh. ❜
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Five years ago, when Do Haru was nineteen years old, she witnessed a brutal murder in the forest near her grandmother's house. The killer was never caught, and Haru couldn't help the police since the assassi...
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He came and left like the pernicious smoke that ditched his lips.
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Saturday, 28th of January, 2021
Yoongi and Haru had decided to meet up. She convinced Yoongi to allow her to come to his flat since it had been a while since she had placed a foot in there. In the morning, Haru kept fixing her designs (a little too obsessively perhaps) even though it was unnecessary. After the things that Hae-im and Mina had told her, she wanted to showcase only her best, especially to Jimin.
At seven p.m. she called a cab and arrived at Yoongi's small apartment. She didn't even bother ringing the bell considering she had keys to his apartment, just like Yoongi had keys to hers. That was just how much the two trusted each other.
As soon as she opened the door, her face softened. The intoxicating smell of cigarettes and the lekker fragrance of Yoongi's cologne still lingered in the air. It was a mixture that, although kind of controversial, she had always been attracted to.
Even though it had been just a month since she had last visited, she couldn't help but observe the house as if it was her first time there. The ugly pink and yellow striped sofa that both, she and Yoongi, hated was still there. The old TV, the sense of emptiness and most importantly, the photo frames, were all exactly how she remembered them. But that was just the living room.
Haru knew she'd find Yoongi in his studio, or at least thought so. She knocked on the door however, there was no reply. Since she assumed that he was just listening to music, deaf due to his headphones, she entered only to find no one.
'Yoongs?' Haru finally spoke up as she closed the door to her friend's small studio that he oh-so-adorably called "The Genius Lab".
'Oh, you're here,' Yoongi uttered as he opened the bathroom door, stepping out. He raffled and dried his hair with a towel as another dark blue one protected his lower region. Haru glanced at her best friend's exposed toned chest, snickering slightly.
'Yep.' she crossed her arms, 'Have you been working out?' Haru raised her eyebrows pryingly, scanning her friend's body unblushingly. Yoongi released a small, bashful chuckle as a hue of baby pink began coating his bread-like cheeks. He really did look almost dainty at that moment.
'Yeah, are the results visible?' Yoongi wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play it cool.
Haru cackled gaily at the very rare sight of her friend being shy and cute. She still nodded her head in response, her laughter gradually dying down.
'Well, will you stop looking at me like that? I know I am handsome, but you are being too shameless. What a pervert...'
'Okay, okay!' Haru tittered, stepping back. 'I'll wait in the living room.' she walked away after Yoongi gave her an approving smile and disappeared back into the bathroom.
