jump, run, go .

HE HIT THE GROUND RUNNING AND NEVER PAUSED TO LOOK BACK

[amxhoseok]

↳won’t you be my honeycrisp?

O P E N . S T A R T E R

“But what if I prefer gala apples?” he says the next time he lifts his head. It’s just for laughs though, and he does end up getting them from the small crowd around him. His hands placed to the sides to steady himself just as the ringer dings off. Hoseok had borrowed a hairband from one of the young women working the station, and had shamelessly tied his bangs up. It’s all for the sake of competition, he tells himself, unworried about his appearance. If he was going to do this, he had been intent on going to go all in.

He didn’t manage to beat the record, but he did have the highest score of the night so far -- at 16 apples. At this point he doesn’t really care, a headache starting to form from the combination of wet hair and lots of head movements. Maybe this had been a bad idea?

Someone hands him a bunch of prize vouchers and he shoves them into his pockets. “I can’t seeeeee,” he whines as he straightens up, wiping water from the creases of his eyes. His bottom lip juts out as he continues to try and move water from his face, feeling it drip down his chin. A hand goes out to reach blindly for the towel that he remembers is somewhere near him.

[mnxhongbin-blog]

scaring myself silly’

    jimin was one of those people who liked scaring others, but was easily scared himself. he liked being scared. he watched scary movies all the time. so with the decision to attend the trail of terror, he knew he was going to have fun, but he didn’t want to go alone.

     the male frowned, his tail resting against his back instead of its usual plumb position. he pouted, tilting his head to the side as he waited for someone to come to join him. he knew a lot of people and he wondered if someone would actually come by themselves. whoever came first, he’d have them join him.

   now he could only wait.

[amxhoseok]

Hands in his pockets, he wanders around the festival grounds without any real destination. He was supposed to meet up with some of his co-workers later on in the night, but for now -- he’s just idling. A few minutes before he had stopped by the main area and watched a bit of The Nightmare Before Christmas before moving on, deeper into the fair grounds.

The Trail of Terror had been sold as one of the main attractions of the night, so he starts to stroll over towards the general area. He’s in no hurry, but then he sees a familiar figure, stark against the orange glow of many strung up lights and lit pumpkins. The canine hybrid seems a little unsure, standing off to the side of the Trail, and Hoseok sees a chance.

Walking slowly, he waits until he’s right behind Jimin. Settling his chin over the shorter hybrid’s shoulder, he casually lets out a, “Boo --” before feeling the other’s whole body tense up.

[amxmyungsoo-blog]

;duty calls // open

Myungsoo never in his life thought he’d be put in such a situation. Grumbling to himself, his feet carried him towards his own personal hell; the kissing booth. The hybrid hadn’t voluntarily signed up for it (never would he submit himself to such a horror) but unbeknownst to him, another had signed his name up for this event. 

Despite his inner turmoil, the feline couldn’t find it within him to ditch the responsibility he now had. Nor could he find another to cover his shift. Which was why he was in his current dreadful position - sitting peacefully, yet grumpily, at the booth, awaiting for participates. More like praying no one comes so his shift can just drag by and he could go back to the sidelines and watch everyone enjoy the activities around him. 

Just as he finished the last bit of his prayers, a pair of legs had appeared in front of his line of vision. Uttering foul curses under his breath, he lifted his head, mustering up all the possible cares he could to address the other - without scaring them away. 

“How can I help you?” he muttered, trying his best to tone down the glare that seemed to insist on showing itself. 

[amxhoseok]

The fair grounds has been completely transformed. Hoseok knew of the great wealth that the company possessed, and knew their penchant for putting out lavish fronts, but this was...impressive. It was their 10th anniversary though, so he understood all of the fuss. Flashing his own company ID to the suckers on duty at the front, he smiles widely when one guard  punches him on the side, jealous of Hoseok’s luck. It was a lottery to see who would work on of the shifts at the festival, and luckily, Hoseok got out without one.

There’s a bunch of places to go, to explore, and for a second he’s overwhelmed. A few of his co-workers were set upon meeting up later on in the night, but for now he was content to just wander around for a bit, eyes scanning around just the booths around the entrance --

Of course. A kissing booth.

Even on a night like this, they had to put the hybrids on display. He squints at the sign next to the pretty elaborate booth, and raises his brows -- these are some pretty steep prices, he thinks to himself, and looks at who is actually working the booth --

“Myungsoo?” Surprised, he never thought he’d see the feline, of all hybrids to be working a shift. He’d seen him around, chatted once or twice, though they weren’t particularly close. All the same, Hoseok grins, and bends over the booth counter, laying his elbows on it. “Didn’t think you were into this! Have any notable customers, yet?”

[bangtan-hoseok]

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