beaming | keith kogane

XIII | lord

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"IT'S SUNDAY MORNING; THE DAY OF THE LORD," She pumped her fist in the air before shaking her finger at me accusingly, as if she had any right to speak. "Why would you be up this early morning on such a fine holy day to buy filthy Halloween costumes?" Y/n teased, reeling back in disgust, acting shocked as she placed a hand on her chest with a loud gasp.

I rolled my eyes, holding up her other shopping bags. "Because you told me to meet you here, you shithead." I retorted, snorting. She frowned, brows furrowing. It was obviously a playful one since she didn't actually seem upset. "You can't play along at all, can you?" Y/n sighed, snatching one of her colorful shopping bags from me. "Oh well! On to the next store!"

I glanced at her, watching her lead us to Party City. "Their costumes are so expensive. Are you sure you want to shop here?" I blinked, staring up at the large, vibrant sign of the store. Y/n stood beside me, staring back at me before averting her eyes to the occupants in the shop. "I could just buy it online or you can leave me alone about this Halloween stuff?"

Her e/c eyes flicked back to me at that sentence, "No! If I tell you to buy it online, you'll probably keep making excuses! Plus, you lied and said that no one really cares about Halloween even though the others go trick-or-treating each year. So, you double owe me!" The girl childishly wagged her finger at me, confidently striding into the store.

I let out a breath, following pathetically after her. I could be spending this time to mourn over my existence right now. I saw her stop at an aisle, asking an employee a question before racing towards me and grabbing my wrist. She dragged me along through the racks of costumes as we passed little kids, rambunctious teens, and reluctant parents.

She stared at a rack full of black, red, and white for a second before plucking one out. "This one; it seems like your size and it has an edgy collar." Y/n winked for extra effect, my cheeks briefly tinting warming before cooling down. I rolled my eyes at her for the umpteenth time since I woke up, "I'm not edgy. You're just over dramatic." 

Y/n shook her head, "You're just not dramatic enough. Now go on and try the costume, you emo. I'm going to look for fake teeth and blood," She mumbled under her breath, disappearing into the crowd of costume buyers. I sighed at her antics, heading into one of the dressing rooms. As I tied the cloak on and adjusted the frilly sleeves, I glanced at the mirror.

I really did look like a vampire. She wasn't kidding. I spun around once, finding it satisfying as the cloak billowed around me. A squeal to my left distracted me, almost making me trip on the ends of the cloak and fall backwards into a pile of costume packaging. "Ah, you look perfect! I was totally right! Honestly, I almost debated on turning you into Jacob from Twilight instead."

I looked at her, deadpanning. "Please don't," I'd had enough of this costume bullshit. I don't want to try on some fake abs for a shitty werewolf costume. "With some makeup and the fake teeth, you're perfect for a vampire." I stared at the props that she held up. It was some plastic fangs and a bottle full of what looked like red paint.

"What's with the props? Isn't a costume enough?"

My remark must've ignited something in her as she looked at me, beyond determined. "No, sir! We have to go all out; it's Halloween!" One of the employees chuckled behind her, "That's the spirit." She grinned widely, looking at the male. He smiled back warmly. It hadn't even been thirty minutes in the store and my stomach was already churning.

Y/n seemed entertained, smiling softly. "Ah, that was a ghost pun!" He winked, pulling on one of their ghost costumes that was on sale. "Yup." She giggled more, bursting into a fit of laughter. Apparently, it caught the manager's attention who yelled for him to get back to work. "Say, do you want to exchange numbers and maybe grab a bite to eat sometime?" He asked charmingly.

For some reason, a huge part of me wanted her to say no.

"I'd totally be okay with exchanging numbers, but I don't think my boyfriend would be okay with that."

My heart stopped. She has a boyfriend? I wasn't surprised; I expected that. Maybe she swung both ways? Who knew at this point, I just knew that it wasn't any of my business. "Oh, well. We can still see if—" He was instantly cut off. There was a distant flash of light and then a blur before two feet stepped into the scene.

"—hey, gaejasik," A familiar looking male stood behind the employee. There was a deadly glimmer in his orange eyes and his collar was pulled up to hide the Hangul on his neck. I'll give him points for that. Haneul was incredibly smart and it didn't surprise me that he'd be the type to stick up for Y/n like that; compared to others, she lacked a proper backbone.

"Back off my girlfriend or I'll stick my foot up your ass," Haneul narrowed his eyes in a deadly manner. He stepped forward, dividing the two. "But let's be real, you'll probably like that; won't you. . . " He said something after, but his voice hushed into a whisper as he bent down to say it in the employee's ear. The man immediately had a frightened look on his face. 

After that, we didn't waste much time in the store and Haneul stayed by Y/n's side. I didn't mind, however. We purchased our things and walked out before Y/n turned to Haneul after we were a good distance from the store, "What did you even say to him, Haneul?" The blond shrugged, "He's an idiot. His driver's license was poking out of his back pocket, but he didn't have his employee ID on his shirt." 

He glanced at me briefly. "Who knew people could get scared from hearing their own name?"