reaper [yeongyu]

yeonjun finds himself overstimulated when they arrive to beomgyu's modest apartment complex. they're currently waiting at beomgyu's door while he looks for the keys that he swears he had 'just a second ago.'

he watches as the lights in the hallway flicker in an ominous way. sees how the walls are stained from all the times it's rained. he grimaces at the occasional cockroach that scuttles across the ground. he can feel death creeping around every corner. as a reaper, one of the pros and cons was his ability to sense death  or anything related to it. illness, plague, ghosts etc. those are the things he's able to see and breathe. and in beomgyu's apartment, he feels suffocated by it. 'how does he live like this?'

a relieved sigh averts yeonjun's attention. with the  jingle of his keys, beomgyu swings the door open. yeonjun's skeptical, but as he looks inside, he's pleasantly surprised. a soft glow blankets the room in a comforting warmth. the source of light being two japanese style lanterns on each end of a tan sofa. yeonjun takes it upon himself to compliment beomgyu's choice of decor. even in such a god awful apartment, he'd created a safe space where even a reaper couldn't sense anything negative.

he continues to wander around the apartment while beomgyu awkwardly follows him around. he didn't expect yeonjun to start snooping around on his own. he was initially going to give him a tour, but seeing as how the other is already giving himself one, he'd have to forget it this time. yeonjun continues to analyze his cabinet of fine china on the far end of the living room, looking like some sort of critic as he nods silently at who knows what.

eventually yeonjun reaches his bathroom, but only gives it a glance before continuing to walk.

"owo? why'd you skip my bathroom?"
"the energy is bad"
"what the hell does that mean"
"I can sense it."
"..."

beomgyu, who has a concerning  amount of pride for every part of his apartment, drags yeonjun back into his bathroom that supposedly holds some nasty energy (most likely from his dinner the night before).

holding both hands out like a salesman, he starts to present his toilet to yeonjun by excessively opening and closing the toilet lid.

"see, see! even here is good"
"it's just a toilet, beomgyu"
"it's not just any toilet, it's my toilet...anyway look"

beomgyu points inside the bowl. out of habit, yeonjun automatically follows his movement. how gullible. a stream of water shoots out from the inside, directly spraying in his eyes. he stands there dripping with water while a rendition of the "popipo" song plays in the background. unapologetic beomgyu stands, raising his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner, trying to mess with yeonjun for slandering his bathroom.

"I rigged my toilet to play popipo whenever someone uses the bidet. now no one can shit in peace here"
"..."

if the ghost doesn't end beomgyu, he might.