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a latte inconvenience

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mpxnahyun:

All Nahyun wanted was a peppermint mocha. She had been in Seoul the previous night and had not gotten back until dawn, so she was in desperate need of caffeine– after all, she couldn’t just sleep away the day until her shift that night, she had things to do.

Unfortunately, things never seemed to go as plan. She was just waiting for her drink to be made when some big, stupid man bumped right into her and suddenly there was hot coffee all over her nice light-washed jeans. Just what she needed. Honestly, it was so typical; men never bothered to take notice of anyone around them, did they?

“Geez, would you watch–” But before she could even finish the reprimand he was walking away from her like nothing had happened. She could practically feel her blood boiling. Did any man have the ability to think or anyone but themselves? “Of course not, that involves intelligence and self-awareness,” she muttered to herself, dabbing at the stains on her pants. Luckily she was wearing denim, so it felt like she hadn’t gotten burned.

The vials of potassium chloride and syringes in her purse crossed her mind, but she figured that murdering someone over a spilled coffee was a little much, even for her. She should save that for the real scum, not just some asshole who apparently has no social skills or consideration for others. But maybe she’d keep an eye on him, see if he did anything that made him worthy of her time.

For now, she settled on storming right into the bathroom to give the guy a piece of her mind. “You can take your half-assed apology and shove it.” She announced, tone icy. “And maybe from now on use your limited intellect to at least have some awareness of the people around you, so you don’t just bulldoze over them like they don’t matter.” And then she heard them call out her order, so she turned on her heel and walked back to the counter.

he’s in the middle of allowing the skin of his arm to cool down when suddenly the woman he’d spilled coffee on suddenly storms into the bathroom as well. raising his gaze up to her in slight surprise, he is capable of listening to how she scolds him for his behaviour. eyebrows raising slightly at the way she addresses him, geng takes in her expression and then the way she stalks back out of the bathroom.

he would go after her, perhaps, if he knew what he was going to say in return. if he didn’t have to keep cooling his arm to make sure the burn wounds wouldn’t become to severe. he would’ve possibly gone after her, but he’s had one too many a wound infect because he’s carelessness with them. and so he remains in the bathroom with his arm under the tap water for another good fifteen minutes.

only then does he turn off the running water, returning to the coffee shop and walking up to the counter with his slightly dried arm lifted to keep the blood from flowing to it too freely. eyes scanning the crowd, he tries to figure out if the girl from before is still around, while he meanwhile orders a new latte from the person who came to ask him if he was alright.

“i apologise for the mess i made on the floor,” he states in a soft tone of voice, doing his best to ignore the wide eyes the barista is giving him because he’s just standing there with a clearly burned arm without even flinching.

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a latte inconvenience

@mpxnahyun​

there’s not many things that can actively convince geng to leave his house and go out in public, but when the coffee machine breaks down.. well, let’s just say he’s been waiting in line the full twenty minutes to get himself a properly prepared latte with extra cream on top.

so when he then picks it up, turns, bumps, stumbles, spills and loses that exact same latte all over again, desperation is heavy in his system. not because of the steaming hot liquid he’d managed to spread over his own arm, nor because of the stains that seemed to mark a nearby person’s pants, but simply because he was going to have to wait another twenty minutes before he could get an actual coffee.

“i’m sorry,” he utters, glancing up at the person he spilled on for a second before turning around to be able to look for the toilet in the coffee shop. a sign directs him to a door right behind the counter and he calmly starts walking. he’s aware of the surprised and shocked looks he’s being given, but decides to ignore them in favour of making his way over to the sink as quickly as he can.

despite the lack of really defining pain, the tap water still feels cool on his lower arm and he looks down at the damage done with almost empty eyes. just another wound to heal. nothing all too bad that he’d never recover from. all he needed to do was use the right ointments and wrap it up properly.

he just hoped that they weren’t going to make too big of a deal out of this.

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at goddess’ feet

@mpyuanjin​

it’s been several years already that he’s been in mount phoenix, and he’s more than used to seeing the gods and goddesses roam the same streets as him, some of them even showing up in his tattoo shop.

then there’s the kids, demigods and goddesses like him left and right, populating the island with their numbers. geng occasionally wonders what it is with gods and making so many kids. he usually doesn’t let his thoughts linger too long on such things, however, considering the images that soon start filling his mind if he does which he’d rather avoid at all cost.

but there is nothing - no years of living on the island nor any interaction with anyone in the past - that could have prepared him from that one particular moment when he sees her.

he’s chinese, he knows his own heritage and he’s taken the time to read up on his knowledge on the gods and goddesses within his family. but no image does justice to the beauty that meets his eye when he lifts his head up to check where he’s going and comes face to face with perfection itself.

he stops instantly, eyes growing a little wider for a split second before he dips into a low, respectful bow upon her closer approach.

“milady.” the mandarin, although it seems long-unused, slips from his lips automatically and he stays in his dipped down position without falter. someone of her beauty and grace deserves the most respectful of behaviour after all.

even if he’s entirely stoked on the inside.

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unsuspecting saviour

@dakotaxmp​

if there is one thing geng is not so good at, it is human interaction. so when that girl shows up again with her bright smile, her wide eyes and her tendency to cling a little too closely on to him for comfort, he panics a little. he’s in no mood to keep up conversation with her despite the awkwardness she makes him feel at all times, but sees no polite way to get away from such conversation.

which is about the moment in time when his brain decides the best course of action to take at this point is to do that which is exactly what he’s trying to avoid; seek social contact. only not with the girl, but with someone else entirely. the first passer-by his eyes land upon, which ends up being a random guy.

he plasters a slightly brighter expression on his face, but can’t help his eyes from looking as spooked as he feels as he beelines straight for his victim and throws his arms around the basically stranger. “there you are!” he exclaims in what he hopes sounds like happiness and not the desperation that’s coursing through him.

if he has to exchange another word with that girl he might even lose control over himself, which would also mean letting go of his ability, and no matter how uncomfortable he is around her, that is not something he wishes upon her either.

“i’ve been waiting for hours! when you didn’t show up i decided i’d better go look for you. i’m so glad you’re here!” the last words are the only part of his sentence that are not a lie, geng clinging on tightly to the slightly shorter male he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before in his life.

all he can do is hope that this stranger is not going to pick a fight with him over the hug and that his display of affection will be enough to signal to the girl that he’s currently preoccupied and not capable of conversation.

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face change

@mpxruyi​

there’s a time for everything, even for considering getting some plastic surgery to get the scar on his face treated.

the man he’s sitting opposite of is a textbook image of perfection, though, and it’s making geng a little unsteady in his seat, eyebrows slightly raised at all times as he listens to the doctor speak.

his gut feeling is roaring at him to get the hell out of there, but considering it’s rather impolite to get up and walk out of a consultation you booked yourself, he decides to stay put and at least give this doctor the chance to finish his speech.

which luckily happens not long after, geng humming in understanding and giving a short nod of his head as he allows his eyes to wander over the information provided in the brochure that’s been tucked into his hands.

“sounds interesting,” he states in a neutral tone of voice, expression remaining as blank as ever, not revealing the slightest sign of his emotions.

“so how much would it cost me?”

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dangerous lines

@mpxhyojong​

it’s dark, what with night having fallen and the entire universe conspiring to bring him face to face with the male opposite of him.

despite their seemingly vicious stand-off, geng stands relaxed, his hands in his pockets and his eyes wandering. the light from the street lights flickers over his face occasionally, causing the shadows of his scar to deepen.

“i just really wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he says quietly, looking at the way the blond male’s hands are clasped around something heavy and blunt looking.

there’s another person in the alleyway with them, seated against the wall. drunk, tired or passed out. perhaps knocked down by the blunt object in the blond male’s hands.

geng just walked in on it, he has no real idea of what exactly is going on. he just knows that the look on the blond man’s face doesn’t look like anything likeable whatsoever and that he would prefer to be home right now, sipping tea and reading a book next to the fire. possibly watch some tv.

not stand in an alleyway in the bitter cold of the night watching this or the other strange appearance get involved in questionable actions.

but well, here he is.

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picking flowers

@mpxwheein​

flowers had sounded like a nice addition to his apartment. that is until the first, second, third, fourth, all the way to sixteenth plant he’d decided to get himself had ended up withering away. something about his general being was apparently not compatible with flowering greens. seeing too many of them die wasn’t nice either and so he’d eventually decided to go ask for some advice from the most knowledgeable person on mount phoenix.

that’s how he ended up in wheein’s flower shop, standing next to a series of strong, tall house plants that were ‘very strong’ and ‘would probably live up to his expectations’ as wheein was telling him. nodding his head lightly a few times at the explanation, geng tries his best to keep the friendly smile on his face while his patience for being among people lessens with every passing minute.

something about this girl is making him highly uncomfortable. most probably it’s the innocence she seems to exude with every breath she takes, but he can’t entirely pinpoint if that’s truly it.

“okay,” he decides eventually to interrupt her with, even though it takes him herculean efforts to even speak the words while she’s (still) not done with her explanation. “that sounds really nice, but i was actually looking for something that grows flowers. somewhat regularly, preferably.”

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Life Imitates Art✴ Thoth and Han Geng

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mpthoth:

@mpgeng

Thoth had been on the island when Han Geng arrived and instantly the man had piqued his interest. Apparently Han Geng had felt the same way about Thoth and that was the end of that. Thoth had a passion for body modification and body art but only had two tattoos on his body and both were mostly hidden. He did adore the one on his rib cage. He loved the artistry but he had yet to pick another tattoo, part of him wanted to put hieroglyphs on his form but then he worried about if the artist would be able to copy them accurately. Thoth was curious about the scaring on the other man - but even he wasn’t going to ask someone about something that was obviously a traumatic incident for them. 

He assumed that one day Geng would tell him (and he would be able to add it to his records and it would complete everything nicely) and he could wait. He did, after all, have forever. He lent against his counter and looked over at Geng. “How was work today? I keep meaning to book a consultation.” He mused a little, looking over for a second out of his window, he did quite admire the view. “The moon is a bit lackluster today… Apparently it’s not been long enough for Khonshu to learn how to shine the moon properly.” 

He couldn’t help but bitch. While Thoth prided himself on keeping his emotions out of everything, he couldn’t mask his feelings towards Khonshu and he wasn’t going to apologise to the moon God any time soon. He’d originally been the moon God but because his dads were always trying to see who was the better God, he became the God of Balance. He wasn’t overly keen on Horus or Set but they were his father’s so he was undoubtedly tied to them. He moved to sit next to Geng and smiled over at his cat who was curled up on the window sill. 

“How do you like the drink? Did I make it right this time?”  

“now’s as good a time as ever to book that consultation,” geng easily retorts to thoth’s words, an almost warm smile brightening his features. he focuses his gaze shortly on the other male before it returns to the floor. he’s not always fond of eye contact, after all.

which surprises everyone who recognises him from his modelling, movies and whatnot, of course. yet ever since he decided to give up on all of that, he feels much less inclined to be so straightforward with other people. even when he knows them as well as he does the egyptian god. even when he feels as comfortable as he does in that very moment.

the next moment thoth speaks again and the mere subject is enough to make a short laugh burst from the chinese male. always thoth is complaining about the way the other god is not properly managing the moon. after such an incredible amount of time, his friend is still bitter about having lost his position as the moon god and geng is often amused by the way thoth keeps commenting about it in the most petty of ways.

his gaze follows thoth’s over to the god’s cat and instantly a hint of guilt flashes up in him. despite his best attempts at not hurting the animal, it still doesn’t like him very much. he presumes it knows what he carries inside of him. he presumes it wants to steer clear from all of that as much as it can. he doesn’t blame it.

“the drink is good, my friend,” geng reassures the egyptian god with another soft smile, averting his eyes down to his glass and deciding to take another sip just then. for a moment all is quiet, then he breathes out a little smile once more.

“work was good too. the boys work hard. the place runs smoothly. i can’t complain.” even if he could, he wouldn’t. he enjoys his life as it is, no matter the complications that may arise. nothing will be worse than what he has already experienced in the past. nothing will ever make him go back.

[mpyoungjae]

Discoveries// Youngjae && Han Geng

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mpyoungjae:

@mpgeng

Youngjae was just finishing off cleaning his tools. Ren had already gone home and it was just him and the boss in the store. He couldn’t help but play with his new tongue piercing between his teeth while he was working. It didn’t hurt - maybe it should - but it was good for the bar to move while hie was healing so it wasn’t healed around and he was lucky enough to work in a place that didn’t mind that his tongue was now pierced. He liked the tongue piercing a lot more than he ever imagined he was, especially because he had had it done on a whim. He looked over at his boss and then back down at the piercing equipment. He sighed and went to put the equipment back in the drawer.

Youngjae was walking back and closed his eyes. This had never happened in Taste of Ink, he’d never lost control of his power before here. He didn’t know what he was going to do, it was already too strong for him to be able to get outside before he lost control. He tried to stop it but he knew it was already too late. He hadn’t expected to have this happen and his boss was the only one around. He was about to lose the only good thing in his life.

It surged and he fell to his knees, breathing hard. He hated this, he hated releasing it beause it had overpowered him. He tried to calm himself down, not looking up, there was no point, his boss was going to know it was him and know that he was a monster. He was going to be fired and Youngjae didn’t know what he would do without this job.

the shop’s closing time tends to differ a lot, considering geng allows his workers to make their appointments whenever it fits for them. he takes on artists of all types, after all, even those with different jobs or the ones still studying. he doesn’t mind the different closing times, however, considering he’s usually home anyway and it allows him to see all types of people come in - even those that might usually not make it if he’d have regular hours. he enjoys the fact that people can come in and get their own body art - be that tattoos or piercings.

when a sudden surge of pain courses through him, geng turns his gaze to the side for a moment, frowning in confusion. he focuses on his control over his power, tries to tone the flow back down. and notices, then, that the pain is not even of his own doing.

his gaze instantly shoots back up to find one of his workers - youngjae - sitting on his knees looking troubled. sad, perhaps too. he frowns lightly and walks over to the younger male. he doesn’t quite crouch down next to him, but he squats down slightly and reaches out a hand to put it on youngjae’s shoulder.

he’s known the younger male for a while now, ever since they both ended up working at the taste of ink, but he’s only started really talking to the other after taking over the tattoo shop when acat had decided to leave the island. they converse about hours and pay, sometimes customers, but not really much more than that. still, somewhere along the line geng had grown fond of the younger male.

that is the only reason why he’s showing any care at all when he gently squeezes youngjae’s shoulder in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. “you okay there, man?” the question is asked softly, his voice still stumbling a little because of the still slightly unfamiliar language he’s using.

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