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synopsis - despite everything you two have been through, all good things must come to an end right?

-> beomgyu x reader

-> listen to colors by halsey for an experience 🤍

-> friends to potential lovers to acquintances, highschool au

-> warnings! beomgyu pushes reader away, angst, talks on mental illness and eating disorders, yn becomes an insomniac, beomgyu's a year older than you

-> notes! i've gotten back into jjk for the 7th time, and i saw like 3 edits abt stsg to the song colors, so i just wanted to LET IT OUT. GEGE AKUTAMI WATCH OUT

love is the most twisted curse of them all

tired eyes scanning through the folder of memories on your phone, your head dipping into the fluffy cushions underneath you. you didn't want to go through it again, but you couldn't stop your fingers from moving. your eyes watered, tears dripping from the corner. this was at least your 50th time rereading past messages, past folders, and old voicemails you had with choi beomgyu

choi beomgyu, the man that he was. talented, charming, and pretty. he was constantly bombarded with the squeels from your schoolmates along the hallways. however, he would always stick to you like glue, to him, you were everything he wanted. what a trope, maybe opposites do attract.

he was the light to your darkness, even if he stuck onto you like a emotionally attached puppy, you appreciated his presence. as much as you wanted to ignore his pestering, you enjoyed it, too much, to the point where your heart starts beating rapidly whenever he's around.

"ynn, let's go to the arcade after school. you don't have anything after right? let's go." the way he drags his words to persuade you into doing something he wants to do with you, and how your name rolling off his tongue perfectly, has an effect on you. his arms leaned on your desk, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"beomgyu, we have a test next week, i can't just waste my time playing games with you." you closed your textbook, placing your pen back into your pencilcase, making eye contact with beomgyu.

"come onn, you've been studying so much this entire week, you've barely hung out with me." beomgyu whined, using the tip of his shoes to kick your shins.

"beomgyu. this test is important for my final grade." you firmly stated your point, hoping that it'll get through beomgyu's thick skull. you sigh when beomgyu continues to look at you with the same puppy eyes, your words going deaf to his ears.

"fine.." you muttered out, you could have sworn that you saw beomgyu's eyes sparkle when you said that. he jumped out of the random chair he stole from the person who sat infront of you.

"i'll wait for you outside your class! see you!" beomgyu beamed, messing your hair before skipping out of the class like a lunatic. you watched as he left your class, smiling to yourself.

"are you giggling over choi beomgyu like everyone else?" your tablemate, natty, commented. knowing the teasing glint she had in her eyes, you glared at her.

"shut up."

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"i'm graduating in a month, will you miss me?" beomgyu smirked, biting on the straw of his drink. you took small bites out of the bread beomgyu got for you, giving him a disgusted glare.

"what's with that look." beomgyu gasped, swinging his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. the side of your body was completely squished against him, you could feel your heart about to jump out of your throat. he was too close, too close for your liking.

"i'm going to miss my favourite junior ever, you know that right? you're my favourite junior, no one can ever compare to you." beomgyu reminded you, your lips pursed into a line, pushing his body away from yours.

"don't you have other juniors to care about? why me?" you asked, your eyes not leaving his own round ones.

"isn't it obvious.." he mumbled, not loud enough for you to hear.

"huh? speak up."

"it's nothing! come on hurry, i have a new song to play for you on the guitar." beomgyu grabbed your hand, running towards the direction of his house. you screeched as he pulled you at a speed you were not ready for. you felt like you were running a track competition at this point, just how much stamina does choi beomgyu have?

your head was dizzy, you haven't ran in such a long time at a distance you don't even want to remember. the click of beomgyu's door caused your head to look up from your phone.

"sorry for making you run, i was just excited." beomgyu apologised, placing a plate of fruits and a cup of water on the floor, finding himself on the floor beside you.

"it's fine." you shook your head, poking the fruits on the plate, not having an appetite for them. beomgyu noticed your odd behaviour throughout your entire conversation with him, from the way you just took small bites of the fruits and taking huge gulps of water.

"have you been eating these days?" the sudden question had you panicking, is he always this observant? your eyes darted around his room.

"i ate the bread earlier, doesn't that answer your question?" you replied non-chalantly.

"i meant like proper meals, when was the last time you have eaten an actual meal?" his face has gotten serious, you thought to yourself, your nails dug into the flesh of your thigh, trying to think of a plausible answer.

"i can read you like a book yn, you can't lie to me." beomgyu sighs, his hands reaching out for yours, pulling them away from your thighs.

"i know i'm always not serious around you, but this has to stop soon okay? don't starve yourself, it's unhealthy, and i'm worried for you okay?" beomgyu carressed the knuckles of your fingers. slowly, you calmed yourself down from the unsettling thoughts that were eating you alive, smiling at beomgyu,

"i'm sorry, i'll stop. i don't like seeing you all worried because of me."

beomgyu's lipped tugged up into a smile, standing up, "i'll make something for you to eat, wait here."

from that day on, you knew you could rely on beomgyu with whatever problems you had. he's your best friend either way, opening up to him was easy. he was your solution to everything.

that was until a week before beomgyu's graduation, you've noticed that his radiant aura was turning dull, his eyes slowly getting more tired by the time. despite that, he has been wearing a fake smile around his batchmates, smiling whenever he was with them, returning the same energy they were giving him. your eyes squinted at his odd behaviour, you too, could read him like a book.

"you're not actually that optimistic right?" you stated, trailing behind beomgyu. beomgyu paused in his tracks, turning to face you.

"what are you talking about yn?"

"you know what i'm talking about. if you need it, i'm here to help you." you inched closer to beomgyu.

"please, if you're hurting let me help you too. let me return that favour. isn't that what friends are for?" you gagged at your words, friends? of course. you two were just friends, nothing more.

"aren't you cute? don't worry about it yn, i'll tell you everything soon." beomgyu patted your cheeks, waving a quick goodbye to you before disappearing into his classroom. you stared at the empty spot infront of you, why isn't he telling you anything after everything? didn't he tell you that he trusted you with all his life, if not, why isn't he opening up to you?

you bit your lips, trying to suppress the tears that were about to flow out. you groaned, walking back to your class as if nothing happened, but your mind was overthinking, again.

what you failed to notice was that beomgyu was watching you from the window of his class, his heart ached seeing your pained expression. he then felt a tug on his sleeve.

"when are you going to tell her?" seungmin whispered, his eyes watching beomgyu's actions carefully.

"soon enough."

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it was finally the day every senior had been dreading or anticipating. you stayed back after school to watch the ceremony, in hopes of seeing your seniors for one last time before they leave, including choi beomgyu.

you felt so proud for him, he's finally done with this hell, and now he can follow his dreams. however, you couldn't escape the feeling of emptiness, without him, what were you? ever since he started distancing himself from you, you felt horrible, you felt like shit.

before you knew it, the ceremony was over, the crowd screamed in joy, running to find their best friends in the crowd. you did the same, dashing to where beomgyu might be at. you hated running, but in order to talk to him in school one last time, you ran as fast as you could.

finally, you found him, your eyes watched as he took multiple pictures with the girls from his batch and yours. your face fell as you realise that the crowd practically engulfed him, you probably wouldn't have enough time to have a decent conversation with him.

however, your eyes met his, your body tensed up, he looked exhausted, yet he was still able to flash you a cute smile that you reciprocated. he signalled you to go towards him, telling the crowd that he needed to leave soon, and that was when you walked towards him.

"congrats on graduating." you hugged him, feeling his body slowly soften under your touch.

"lovebirds, wanna take a picture together?" seungmin shouted, his hand stretched out, asking for your phones. both you and beomgyu handed him your phones. seungmin smirked, snapping numerous shots for the two of you.

when he returned your phones, he whispered something in beomgyu's ear, causing him to blush and yell at him to shut up.

"don't mind him. come with me, i have something to tell you." beomgyu shoved his phone back into his pocket, dragging to towards a familiar direction.

the walk was comforting, you talked about everything that came to mind. beomgyu stared as you rambled, watching you as if you hung the stars in the sky, you were stunning.

"sorry, was i saying too much?" you mumbled, sitting beside beomgyu on a bench at the park where you first met. beomgyu shook his head.

"i like hearing you talk don't worry." reassuring you.

"what did you want to tell me anyways?"

"before that, take this, i want you to cherish this forever, as if your life depends on it okay?" beomgyu pulled out a ring, placing it on your pinky. your heart raced, the butterflies in your stomach turned into a whole zoo, your face felt warm.

"what for..?"

"i'm leaving daegu to pursue my dreams, i may not be able to see any of you again, so i just want you to have this as a reminder of me." beomgyu suddenly announced. your eyes widened, a lump formed in your throat, leaving your mouth dry.

"what are you saying? can't you at least keep in contact with me? that's stupid, you can't just cut everyone out of your life like that." you argued, biting back the tears that were watering your eyes.

"you're making this harder for me." beomgyu laughed, "you'll distract me from achieving what i want, my priority isn't you."

you were smacked with the hard truth, beomgyu was more determined to pursue his lifelong dream, and in order to do this, he has to let go of one of his dreams, and that dream was to be with you forever. your goals were completely different, you would only hinder his progress towards success. your eyes stung with tears, it hurts.

"gyu, you can't do this, maybe we can figure something out?" you pleaded, you couldn't live without him by your side. beomgyu wiped your tears with his thumb, making you look at him.

"you know i love you right? if you love me back, promise me that you'll let me go." beomgyu forced a smile, trying to calm you down.

"you? what? why didn't you tell me this earlier? we could have spent more time together as a couple." your voice was shaky, you wanted to leave, but you wanted to stay by his side till the end.

"yea i could have, but i guess i was too scared, so were you though." beomgyu shrugged, laughing dryly to himself. he hated this, he hated the fact that you were crying because of him, he hated that he can't do anything to stop you from crying. beomgyu watched you sobbed, his eyes beginning to sting, but he blinked the tears away.

"this is just a bad dream right?" you looked at beomgyu. beomgyu held your hand, shaking his head slowly, your eyes tearing up once more.

"sometimes love can be the most twisted curse of them all." beomgyu chuckled, looking off to the side.

"then at least curse me a little at the end." you hiccupped. beomgyu's eyes widened, softening once he made eye contact with you. he pulled you into a kiss filled with longing and desperation. you were quick to kiss him back, you didn't want this to end, you wanted him to stay by your side forever. you slowly pulled away from him, wiping off the dried up tears from your face. beomgyu took your pinky, intertwining them with his,

"i'll go now, take care of yourself for me okay? please eat well." beomgyu kissed your lips once before walking away from you. leaving you to cry by yourself on the bench, at the park where you first met, and now you've ended it at the same spot.

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bonus!

beomgyu started sobbing when he walked away from you. you must have endured so much pain when he left you in the dark for so long. his first love, a love where it could have blossomed into something more than friends, crumbling down like that. he hated himself for that, he hated seeing you hurt, but you would still suffer the same fate if you stayed by his side. thus he made his decision that week prior to his graduation.

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PUPARIA

Chapter 2 - Sea, Swallow Me

chapter 1

A blinding light shone through the un-closed blinds, Hosah's eyes burning as he awoke in a cold sweat.

That dream. Fuck.

So familiar, yet so terrifying. Something about feeling your body become frozen in place over what feels like an eternity really messes with one's brain.

That, however, was not Hosah's main problem. He was, once again, tiny. For some, this would be a nightmare scenario. For Hosah however, this was about half of his life. Deciding he couldn't stand feeling dirty from subconsciously crawling through a field in a thunderstorm, he went on about his morning.

Things weren't actually that bad when he was alone in the, once small- now huge, apartment. After a while, you figure out a system to get around. Which is exactly what Hosah had done.

Luckily for him, the bathroom was an en suite, meaning he just had to make a mad dash across the floor to avoid any dust bunnies out to get him, and he'd be just about able to get a bath. Piece of cake for someone that does this routinely and is the weight of a leaf.

Finally, after scaling the tiled walls of the bathroom like a mountain goat, he'd made it onto the counter. There was already a wooden bowl in the sink prepared for if- or when, this would happen, all that needed to be done was turn the tap on and wait for the water to heat up.

Hosah clung to the faucet, positioning himself perfectly to sit on the spout, before leaning back, balancing on his torso and doing a sort of limbo to pull the lever until the hot water ran on full blast. He lifted himself back up into the sitting position, legs dangling off the edge, leaning over the feel the water. Nice.

It only took a minute for the water to heat up; meaning it was time for Hosah to jump down and start filling the bowl ready to bathe. Careful to avoid the high pressure water coming out of the tap, he made his way to the side of the bowl and pushed it directly under the stream.

Now, he really needed to be quick, this was no large bowl, and he didn't want to overfill the makeshift bath. Hosah scrambled his way back into his original position, except this time he just had to push the lever all the way back.

It would've been perfect if his socks didn't dampen in the sink whilst pushing the bowl toward the water, as just at the last second, Hosah slipped and lost his balance standing on the faucet. Luckily for him, he was a menace on the monkey bars about twenty years ago, as now he dangled off of the lever. Hosah jumped back down onto the counter with ease, just as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Damn. He looked like shit. Like, on-the-verge-of-death shit. Hosah stood leaning against the frame around the mirror, getting a close up of his unshaven stubble and grown own roots. He really needed to bleach his hair again.

It was a look he'd kept up with for almost five years, even though he thought he looked kind of ridiculous, it'd become part of his signature look. The only problem is it was no longer the icy colour he'd intended it to be, more like a yellow honey colour, one that was way too close to his skin's undertones, it washed him out completely.

Although he didn't want to think about his physical appearance anymore, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection in disgust. He didn't think he'd lost that much weight, but his hollowed cheeks and concave stomach said otherwise. Maybe his doctor was right after all.

Deciding this was a problem for the future, Hosah stripped off the already minimal clothing he had on and climbed down into the bath. This was probably his favourite part of being so small. Aside from sleeping anywhere and everywhere, because somehow it's socially acceptable to do so at such size, not that he was complaining.

For anyone else, the water would've been too hot, but for Hosah it was just right. He stretched out , slouching down deeper into the bowl, which was originally bought for side dishes of rice, finally taking a moment to clear his head of everything that had been bouncing around his mind the past day or so.

No matter how hard he tried to think of something else, it always went back to Edward. This was getting frustrating. His newfound assistant had become a plague on his mind, his moles all over his face, his subtly crooked teeth, his big, stupid hands. Eugh. Stop. Hosah dunked his head under the water in hopes that it'd rid his mind of unwanted thoughts.

That was until he remembered, he'd have to face the man at this size. Hosah could've burst into tears right then and there. Just the idea made his heart race. He flung his head back, getting droplets of water all on the mirror. Now was a good time to get out.

The tiny man struggled to get a good grip of the porcelain structure as he was now soaked to the skin, hair still dripping and getting into his eyes no matter how much he pushed it back. After many failed attempts, he finally was able to pull himself up onto the counter, rushing towards the hand towel now that the difference in temperature outside of the hot bath had hit him.

Hosah sat wrapped up in the towel, repeatedly scrubbing his head until his hair was somewhat dry and sticking up in every direction it could. He could fix it later, as now he had a few calls to make if he wanted to get to work on time. Although he knew he'd have to face Edward today, he still decided to give Jeanne a call first as he didn't bother to save his assistant's number into his phone just yet.

Sluggishly repeating all of his previous steps to get to the bathroom, Hosah made his way back to the side of the mattress he called a bed. There, his phone sat, right by his pile of regular sized clothes from last night. Although most people decided to move to smart phones, Hosah refused to upgrade his Blackberry Pearl 8220, it was still running perfectly fine, and he had all of his contacts on speed dial. Why fix what isn't broken?

The clock on the exterior read eight fifteen, meaning he still had about an hour to spare until he absolutely needed to be in the building. Perfect. Using the last of his strength, Hosah pushed the cover up, watching as the screen came to life. Turns out he actually had a missed call from Jeanne. Must've been whilst he was in the bath.

Balancing on the tip of his toes, Hosah stood over the keyboard, jumping from option to option until he heard the ringing sound of the receiving end. Hopping down and sitting by the microphone, he waited for Jeanne to pick up.

"Hello? Hosah? I called you, twenty minutes ago just about."

"Sorry, I wasn't in the room. Look- I've shrunk again, I don't have Edward's number. I'm naked and afraid."

"Ah, right. I'll give him a call. I'm at a scene right now, I'd come help you out myself if I could, really."

Hosah's 'Mmm.' wasn't picked up by the phone's audio. He really needed to upgrade, being barely able to decipher Jeanne's words through the static.

"Get dressed before he gets there, alright? I'll see you later."

And just like that, he hung up. Now that Hosah was left alone in silence again, he could truly soak in the terror of being around an unfamiliar person at his current height.

Begrudgingly, he made his way over to the miniature jewellery box that contained all of his size appropriate clothes. When he was this small, it was more like the size of a dresser as the lid came to about just under his collar bone.

Hosah didn't really have much choice. Nothing professional, at least. He just grabbed whatever was on the top of the pile. A scruffy blue checkered button up and some old dress pants that looked ridiculously big on him. It was a good thing the skater boy style was in at that moment. Still, he kept on a white vest for under his shirt as even when buttoned all the way to the top, it showed way too much of his chest to be comfortable. Hosah pulled his hair back out of his face for the last time. He looked more like a cowboy if anything.

Being a shifter was just one of the many things Hosah really hated about his life. Keeping in check with all the medication, trying not to be murdered by stampedes of feet on the way to the station, avoiding any weirdo that can have their way with him if they so desired to swoop down and scoop him up in public. What he couldn't wrap his head around was what was so hard about understanding that. Understanding that you can't just let any old new hire have the keys to his apartment and he trusted to 'take care of him'. If it wasn't for his immense pride, Hosah would've burst into tears right then and there.

He couldn't even pin point what one thing he was so scared of. It was all of it. Being vulnerable, being looked down upon, metaphorically and literally, the power imbalance, just how fragile he really was, so many different horrifying aspects that just made him feel worse and worse by the second.

Whatever, though. Hosah didn't care, he was better than caring. He couldn't care less, in fact, as he choked back the lump in his throat that may or may not have been his heart.

Hosah couldn't be rude when there was a guest coming to his house. If he could, he'd already be cleaning the mess of paints and easels going on in the living room corner, so the least he could do was prepare a cup of coffee for Edward.

Even this had a system in place, religiously, Hosah leaves water in the kettle. Now that he was thinking about it , it was probably unhygienic, but it worked, and he couldn't think of an alternative. By some stroke of luck, he also forgot to put back the dishes he had washed a few days prior. He'd need to do that once he was back to normal too.

After a long, painful trek across the once small apartment, he'd finally made it to the kitchen, where he'd have to repeat the same process as he'd done earlier to get onto the counter. If he had an ounce of fat on his body to support it, Hosah would be ripped at this point.

The main issue at hand was the kettle itself, there was no way in hell he'd ever be able to actually pour the contents out himself. Hopefully Edward doesn't mind the task. The things he did to be a good host to his house guests. He'd rethink his choice if the water hadn't already began to boil, now he was in a rush to actually prepare the rest of the drink.

Hosah hoisted himself up into the coffee jar, his feet balancing onto the edge of the container by a thread as it took all of his strength to lift the lid up. The pop of the jar opening was always very satisfying. Hastily, he began scooping handfuls of coffee into the freshly washed mug, in-fact it was still a little wet at the bottom as the granules melted and stuck themselves to the ceramic surface.

A knock at the door almost made Hosah loose his balance about three scoops in. Just in time for the kettle to finish boiling, perfect.

He felt his face flush with embarrassment as the keys fumbled on the other side of the door, standing on the edge of a coffee jar shoveling fist fulls of granules wasn't exactly the most common place people found others in.

Unfortunately, there was no time to get down as the door creaked open, the newfound assistant calling out;

"Hello? Hosah? Anybody home?"

He waited until the sound of the door clicking shut behind Edward to call back,

"In the kitchen!" Hosah yelled out, doubting he'd be heard at such size and from such a distance.

Each cautious footstep Edward took only made the nausea even worse. So slow, yet so impactful. He could probably smell the fear, hence why he was taking his sweet, sweet time. In that moment, Hosah figured he should stop watching so many vampire movies.

In the time taken for the newbie to actually get to the kitchen entrance, Hosah was able to quickly dump one more handful of coffee into the mug and hop back down to the marbled surface. A fresh face peeked into the room, almost as scared as the pocket sized man waiting for him on the countertop.

The smaller of the two's breathing shallowed, instinctively backing himself against the ceramic cup in the process. He would never truly get used to this. Despite having spent half of his life at the debilitating size, Hosah would always be scared. The fact Edward's expression only seemed to lighten up upon seeing him just made Hosah worry more about his safety.

Much faster this time, the assistant approached, now on one knee at eye level to the impossibly tiny man. He couldn't help but smile, there's just something so delightful about seeing his once intimidating and unapproachable boss at such an endearing size. Edward had never actually encountered a shrunken shifter so closely, what the human body can do is really amazing.

"Ah, the kettle is boiled, are you making coffee? Is that- safe to drink when you're, you know.." He signalled with his index finger and thumb to show exactly what was meant by the question.

Hosah stumbled on his words as he was confronted by the fact he'd have to communicate that it was Edward's turn in the process to pour the boiled water.

"It's for you actually." Muttering under his breath, Hosah's gaze, as it usually did, was back down to the surface under him.

"Sorry?"

Ah, of course, the only downside to being just about twenty four times smaller than the other person you're in conversation with. Tiny people have tiny voices.

"It's for you, I just.. wasn't sure if you preferred specific water to milk ratios. So I thought I'd let you do it." He wasn't usually the type of guy to repeat himself, but Hosah couldn't risk coming across as rude to a, in comparison to himself, literal giant.

Luckily, Edward seemed to find this amusing as his hands interlocked with a clap at his chin, showing his appreciation toward the gesture.

"Of course. Apologies, It's early, I'm silly. Thank you, you're very sweet." The massive hand coming down straight towards Hosah almost completely took his breath away, only when he'd flinched back, face hidden in his arms, did he notice Edward actually was reaching for the mug he was leant up against.

Fortunately for him, there would be more reason to be afraid. A shadow cast down onto Hosah's miniature frame as his assistant stood to his full height. He already towered above Hosah anyway, but this was just absurd. Turns out he was a no-milk-coffee kind of guy after all.

"Honestly, when I'm drinking hot coffee, I like to mix cinnamon or nutmeg in. A lot less bitter." Edward mindlessly chatted whilst swirling the granules around with a teaspoon he'd helped himself to.

Meanwhile, Hosah's heart raced as the ivory knuckles of the giant's hand just barely missed brushing against him. Without thinking, he replied,

"I carry around a little spice shaker of cinnamon everywhere I go, just to do that. Tastes way better that way. "

This actually wasn't a blatant lie for once. Hosah had a very bad habit of telling meaningless and insignificant lies when it felt necessary to add whatever relatability to a conversation. He doesn't even know why he does it himself, but it works.

"Oh! Really? Aha, we're more similar than you think, it seems." Edward turned, mug in hand, so his back was leant on the countertop. The two stood side by side for a moment, and everything seemed normal... To an extent.

That's right. The pair really were more alike than they'd both initially thought. Despite the sheer difference in size, in power, even in how they looked and presented themselves, to their core they were probably closer to identical than anything. There was something undeniably comforting about the fact, so much so that Hosah was able to breathe, for the first time in what felt like his entire life. It must've been quite the sigh, as it caught the giant's attention.

Usually being chuckled at would be immensely aggravating, but he felt as if it was deserved this time around. Hosah couldn't help but smile back, his hand now brushing through his choppy bleached locks.

Edward spun around on his heel to face his miniature superior, bringing Hosah down from the high of delusion. The much larger of the two leant forward, not realising his boss would just be getting a face full of chest in doing so. His hand was far, far too close to Hosah. It made him nervous.

Taking a final sip of the hot drink, Edward spoke up,

"Should probably start thinking about leaving. Thank you for the drink." The clunk of the ceramic against the hard marble counter was startling. "I'll wash up first,"

Before the host could protest and insist he can do it later, Edward had already gotten over to the cluttered kitchen sink in two short strides, pulling up his coat sleeves and helping himself to the finite amount of dish soap left in the bottle. Hosah should really invest in a size appropriate notepad to write all these things-he-needs-to-do down.

".. I'll get my coat and shoes, then."

Just as Hosah made his way to the edge of the counter, a slightly wet, flesh wall blocked his pathway. Edward's sudden, panicked movement caught him off guard, almost falling straight down onto his butt in response.

"Wait!- Wait, I'll get them for you. Just don't... Please don't- jump down from so high."

The tiny man, startled and unable to say anything, just nodded.

"I wasn't planning on it." He muttered under his breath.

Edward waited for a second before moving again to turn off the sink and dry his hands, not wanting to take his eyes off of the person he was hired to look out for incase he'd do anything stupid.

The silence of the apartment was painful. Hosah longed for any sort of noise to fill the void, the neighbors baby’s cry, a pin drop, literally anything.

"God, Hosah, you scared me." Edward smirked, still fumbling with the mug and tea towel in his hands. "Don't go hanging around edges like that anymore, for my sake, okay?"

The significantly smaller of the two couldn't hold back his scoff. Who did this guy think he was? Hosah didn't reply, just hummed a stubborn 'Mmm' as he liked to do, and turned to face the other way. No newbie was going to tell him where he could and couldn't 'hang around', that was for sure.

"Right," Edward returned to his position looming over the tiny detective, "Let's go get your stuff." He held out a freshly washed hand, open for Hosah to jump right on.

That was the issue. There was no way in hell he was getting onto that thing. He stood inspecting for a good few seconds, sizing up all the other possible routes he could take.

The hand stretched out some more, now as flat as it could possibly be, "It's okay, you don't have to be nervous, I'll be careful."

Oh. Oh now he's done it. The grimace on Hosah's face said it all.

"Just get on your knees and I'll do the rest."

The assistant did as he was told, but not without a "Geez, buy me dinner first at least" under his breath. Not amusing.

There was no denying it, Hosah was just as agile as any other city stray, hopping down from the counter top and onto the giant's shoulder like it was nothing, keeping perfect balance despite the drastic change in surface. Unfortunately, keeping up this image would prove to be increasingly difficult as said surface slowly stood to his full height and began walking aimlessly around the apartment.

Hosah, now grabbing onto his assistant's shirt collar for dear life, would have to show Edward the way.

"They're in - Woah, woah, slowly!" his legs almost buckled beneath him as the walking pace increased, "... They're in the bedroom. Straight ahead. Little jewellery box on the floor."

Edward made sure to slow his steps this time, "Right. Sorry."

Before actually entering the bedroom, something else caught Edward's attention. The half finished painting. Hosah had to stop himself from physically recoiling once realising what exactly the giant was looking at.

"Wow, I.. Hosah, you never told me you could paint like this!" There was no stopping him now, as he'd already abandoned their quest to retrieve the tiny coat and shoes, making his way over to the artist's station.

The person behind said piece turned his face towards Edward's neck, "It's still a work in progress, nobody was meant to see it yet. You know too much now, I'm gonna have to kill you you know."

"I didn't realise when I walked in, are all the artworks on the walls yours?" it was excruciatingly difficult for Edward to just look and not touch the canvas.

"...Yeah." Nobody was meant to see Hosah's paintings at all, never mind when they're still half complete. "Cmon, we're gonna be late. Let's go." he tapped the rookie detective's shoulder as though he were a horse, with Hosah being the jockey.

The whole experience just added more to the imaginary list of 'Things to do when regular height' , the apartment being criminally unfurnished was increasingly embarrassing, especially when the two entered Hosah's bedroom, which was completely empty aside from the futon on the floor, an old wardrobe, and a tiny jewellery box sitting next to the sheet-less bed.

To be fair, it was an extremely beautiful jewellery box. A vintage, European style container with a gold ridges and 4 little matching legs. Aside from the edges, the box itself had a white marbled pattern with tiny little red roses painted on top, the inside was lined with the same red shade in velvet form. Hosah didn't own many nice things, but this was certainly an exception.

Despite it seeming so spacious earlier, Hosah took that thought back as Edward picked it up in one hand, with the entire thing being barely the size of his palm, and popping the lid open with ease. Luckily his coat lay on the surface, but his little boots were buried deep under all of his other equally tiny clothes.

"Hold on, I'll get them." Hosah grumbled, slipping down to Edward's forearm, now balancing on the space between the wrist and the thumb.

The process was intended to be quick and painless, but as the pocket-sized detective dug around, two eyes about half the size of his entire being bore into him. The more he rushed, the more nervous he became, and with that meant the more messy he got whilst shuffling through the reasonably small pile of fabric. Ah, there they were!

Without thinking it through entirely, Hosah took a seat in the crook of the wrist and slipped the pair on. It wasn't until he got a glance of Edward's stupidly wide smile that he realised the dire mistake he'd made. He bit the bullet, finishing the job whilst making a vow to himself to never do anything that can be perceived as endearing ever again.

"You don't mind my shoes on your coat, right?"

Keeping his arms as still as possible when a miniature man walked along them proved to be extremely difficult for Edward.

"Go right ahead." He'd have nodded if he didn't worry the movement would sweep Hosah off of his newly equipped feet.

As swiftly and as quickly as he'd gotten down, Hosah made his way back up to the shoulder where he'd spend the foreseeable future perched upon. If it didn't kill him to admit out loud, he'd say Jeanne was right. Partially. Edward wasn't so bad after all.

Although he was gonna have to find a name that wasn't shared with the likes of a globally beloved vampire heart-throb.