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miyoung or stephanie — whichever you prefer | twenty-three | "tempest" | sky manip | stripper

[gmxmiyoung]

gmxchangmin:

so… i saw a rabbit about fifteen meters in that direction. { ` his senses help more than often than not and his stomach is growling loudly enough to warrant a detour from whatever system that they’d been following to make their way out. all too easily, his thoughts slip to a warm drink to ward off the bite of the winter wind but the male settles for pulling his scarf up a little more and turning } i’m hungry.

"then...you should go catch it?" < ` leans her head to the side as a friendly smile takes her lips, only partially affected by the raging storm itself--given the nature of her ability--though nonetheless the biting cold gale that occasional nips at her face is hard to ignore. teeth dragging over a glossy lower lip as she takes a moment to consider it, clapping her hands together slightly. > "i'll even help you--if i get half, naturally." < ` grins a bit more, spirits lifted at the idea of having some game meat to warm her stomach > "two of us versus a snow rabbit shouldn't be too hard."

[gmxmiyoung]

"well this peaceful vacation escalated quickly..."

[gmxdoll-blog]

shopping? shopping. shopping is something hayi can get in on, social hermit or not, hell yeah. “mmm— i was actually looking at some really good deals recently! there’s this really cute website i like to buy my stuff from, but their shoes are always so expensive to ship, but so worth it…”

[gmxmiyoung]

indeed, shopping was the highlight of a woman's (a female's, really) daily activities. miyoung doesn't do it very often, however, given the fact that she tends to get carried away once she really gets into it. "yeah? i don't do much online shopping--but there's a few boutiques here that have really cute shoes." she smiles, sparing a moment to look the girl over over, taking in everything from her height to the boots on her feet. perhaps that's why she has to resort to online shopping--too small feet sounds like a pain. "though it depends on what kind of shoes you usually go for, i guess." she ends with a bright laugh, hand lifting to run her fingers through loosely curled locks absently.

[gmxmiyoung]

Hello?

13. They’ve just been attacked.

it is over the pouring rain that she makes the call--teeth gritting together at the pain emitting from the bite wound in her leg as she leans against the wall for support--whatever guilt that comes with calling someone at four in the morning utterly obliterated by the anger pulsating through her veins. 

and the pain. the fucking pain.

"he--" her breath hitches, eyes flicking over to glare the remains of the mutt that attacked her--unfortunate death by lightning, yet miyoung doesn't feel a lick of guilt, given the searing pain in her shin. "hey--are you free right now?" she tries her best to keep her voice "normal" sounding, wincing at the slightest shift of her weight as the storm rages a bit harder.

it's been years--and yet, she's still a woman unable to contain her own anger.

"i need a ride."

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[gmxdoll-blog]

"oh, that’s— because of you?” brief surprise, but it doesn’t take long to sink in; it’s not the hardest thing to believe, not at all. “it happens, don’t worry about it, haha. i mean, i need a new pair of boots, now, but i was planning on replacing them at some point anyways.” laugh paired with a smile, and a shrug.

[gmxmiyoung]

"yes--that's me." a semi-sheepish laugh escapes, although for the most part the weather witch remains in fairly good mood, thoroughly enjoying the return of her health. "well, shopping for boots or, actually, shopping in general is always fun. so i don't think it'll be all too bad--and with the season there's probably a good deal on them too." the mutant nods, well versed when it comes to the likes of shopping at least.

[gmxhan-blog]

ribbons & detours

working at the pool isn’t—thankfully—all heroics dives and struggles for life; tedium sets in sooner rather than later when the pool closes down for the evening. he’s guilty of moving by memory, lost more so in his thoughts than the stacks of pool noodles that he hauls to the poolside storage closet. somewhere between concern over his roommates and a subdued sort of dread-slash-excitement for every moment spend feeling strange things for hwang miyoung, his attention stagnates and his watch slips off his wrist.

"shit," muttering under his breath, han reaches down into the mess of brightly colored styofoam and feels around for the birthday gift.

the steady tick-ticking of the thing is the only thing that leads him, and admittedly, his concentration remains on the sound closely enough that he neglects to notice the soft sound of footsteps until a cool piece of glass is pressed to his nape.

he jumps then, a sharp shiver rolling up his spine as he turns around to regard the woman—fully prepared to unleash a string of digs about stalkers until he finds a pretty grin aimed his way and promptly closes his mouth, “boo right back at you.” han blinks, fingers lifting to sort through light strands as his gaze drifts over her face, “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

[gmxmiyoung]

there was no specific reason to visiting. granted, it's been quite a while since she's last seen the likes of lu han given the impromptu sickness that seizes her for a few days--naturally (well, not really), she was the one responsible for the twist on the weather throughout those few days--and leaves her in too poor of a mood to deal. but now--now, with the likes of that being over and done with, lu han slips into her thoughts more than anything. 

it's been a little too long since they've last seen each other, hasn't it?

the grin on her lips merely widens at the jump, a laugh escaping when he turns to face to face her as her features brighten even further, offering up the drink. "scary." miyoung hums, dropping her hand once he takes it as she takes an absent glance around, shoulder lifting in respond and slender fingers lacing together behind her back. "i just wanted to visit."

her tongue flicks over the front row of her teeth as she continues sharing more, ultimately seeing no harm in it after all as she shuffles her feet. "not to mention it's been a while since we've seen each other." miyoung was a honest woman, when it came down to it, though perhaps because she hadn't found a reason to lie to him just yet, anyway.

all women lie.

"are you closing up already? i thought the pool was open till late tonight."

[gmxmiyoung]

"i know it's been raining for the last three days--and i want to apologize for that, not in the best of moods when i'm sick--heh. but at least there's no floods right?"

[gmxhan-blog]

//vacation II: in hot water ,

“i can only sit this close?”

he’s tempted to test her resolve. the thought is turned over in his mind, contemplated as he indulges in the warm slide of liquor down his throat; it burns just this side of too-sharp, but the male smiles just the same. laughs just the same, finding humor in the very real fact that he’d somehow managed to screw up after having a naked woman alone with him in an onsen. maybe it was a sign. maybe hwang miyoung was being a total troll—much like himself—and teasing him into doing something more than just touching her lips.

if she’d been aiming for the latter, han is ready to declare her a genius.

better, a genius stripper.

he laughs quietly, enjoying his own private joke while leaning into her. the first tentative press of his lips is to the corner of her mouth—nothing new, nothing special but nevertheless, the jump in his pulse is unmistakable. the twitch of his fingertips against the soft skin of her nape is undeniable.

for the first time, he realizes he might be in trouble.

[gmxmiyoung]

"is this close not enough for you?"

the question is about as innocent as it could get—given the fact that one of them was sitting nude while both was knocking back shots—though the tease in her tone and the wry curve of her lips indicated otherwise, miyoung isn’t inclined to shy away from the likes of teasing. the likes of things going sour in a situation like this was low—especially since, all things considered, she held more trust in the likes of lu han than any other man in her life at the moment. which, if she’s honest, excluding the patrons of the strip club, isn’t many.

she’s never been one to depend on men anyway.

absently, she watches him lean in, lashes fluttering at the soft touch of his lips as her fingers twitch against her thigh underwater, well aware of the small spike in her pulse. but she doesn’t nearly put as much thought in it as she should—more so leaning toward the notion of enjoying her time as she turns the slightest to teasingly flick the tip of her tongue over his lower lip fleetingly before she pulls back with an impish grin. this was a vacation—after all.

who was she not to indulge?

even if it’s just the tiniest bit.

“pour me another?” miyoung hums, moving the glass to clink against the bottle with a small laugh.

"maybe you can sit closer if you treat me well."

[gmxhan-blog]

//killie I, the bitch who loves pink:

[gmxhan-blog]

(. maybe he should’ve felt just the tiniest bit guilty for “putting the moves” on jinri’s cousin. maybe. though to his credit, he’d had his eye on hwang miyoung long before that particular revelation had arisen, and it certainly wasn’t going to ask as a turn-off to all of the ways that he was attracted to this particular woman. so instead of thinking about that, he occupied himself with half-baked ideas of midnight cuddles when things got scary—cheesy, maybe. but nonetheless entertaining. he waits with the utmost patience, until the sound of light footsteps reaches his ears and on instinct, han turns to regard the woman as she arrives. smiling, he moves to meet her halfway with his bag hanging from one hand and the other held out to take hers— ) ready for a thrilling weekend spent at a premiere halloween attraction? (. he leans in to whisper in her ear, fingers brushing hers as he takes the bag by the handle ) all expenses paid. (. oh yes, he’s actively pursuing his former teacher; one of his best friend’s cousin, and han doesn’t mind it in the least; if anything, his attention is more focused on the faintly intoxicating scent of perfume on her skin. it takes a moment to lean back, humming to himself as he switches their bags to one hand and offers her his arm ) to the car, then.

[gmxmiyoung]

< ` it didn't take too long to pack -- with the likes of hwang miyoung there wasn't much between her clothing that wasn't considered cute, pretty, or anything akin to date day/night attire.

not that this was a date...

the weather witch pauses mid-step, brows furrowing for a moment before a small laugh slips out, going back to folding the last of her clothing into the bag.

this was definitely a date.

miyoung knows this by the (however minimal) fluttering in the pits of her stomach that surfaces by the time she makes her way downstairs to greet a pink-haired male with something akin to a sheepish smile—that was over ten minutes, wasn’t it?--lifting her arm anyhow to meet him halfway. > “let’s just say i’m not entirely hating the idea right now.” < ` she spares him that much, noting both his touch and words with a quiet hum, lips tugging upward further. > “you know we can split it—you don’t have to pay for me.” < ` not that she would have minded it – but throwing it out there was necessarily, she supposes, although maybe it was best to not overthink it. with that in mind, miyoung doesn’t hesitate to take his arm, stepping close enough to press her fingers into his forearm with a growing smile. > “so you’re driving? this’ll be a first—i’ve never been in your car before, i think.” 

[xgmxjimin-blog]

totally legal.

[xgmxjimin-blog]

( `by this point, he knows he’s in a place he shouldn’t be. the woman he bumped into is not only half-naked, but she is gorgeous. from the smokey eyemakeup to the long, perfect locks— it was almost as if she had simply stepped out of a magazine and into this world, and jimin had to be boneheaded enough to bump right into her. that teenage boy part of him wanted to take a better look at her, too— from her legs, to her thighs, then her torso, and then her— )

( `no way. no way. he did not just look at her breasts. flustered and confused, the boy began sweating anxiously, forcing his head upwards to stare at her face. he knew he probably looked guilty— and he probably was. was it even legal for him to look at those places? immediately he gets even more flustered, and he’s trying to pat himself anywhere to find his wallet ) A-am I—I mean, do I have to pay you? I’m sorry— I— I mean I didn’t mean to bump into you— I just kinda— I-I mean I wasn’t looking and you were there and— a-and— I-I’m sorry— how much is it? I—I don’t really have much right now actually uh— I mean I have a coupon for some yogurt— do you accept those—? I—I mean uh—

[gmxmiyoung]

< ` if anything miyoung could almost smell the fear (uncharacteristic only given the place and the gender of the person standing before her—plus the fact that he obviously looked) on the boy before her, curious eyes drinking in every detail from head to toe. he’s sweaty—really sweaty—she wasn’t sure whether or not to feel surprised, disgusted, or flattered at this. although the general consensus is cute—given the stuttering and overall flustered image the boy was giving off. miyoung almost regretted teasing him—almost. it was hard not to feel too amused when he offered to pay her in yogurt coupons. >

“unfortunately--i only accept money.”

< ` she starts, expression taking a cross between kind and pitiful as she takes a cautious step closer, bending down slightly to catch his eye with a sympathetic smile playing on her lips. >

“but i’m not going to charge you for that—are you lost? you don’t really seem like the type to come to a place like this.”

< ` her expression turns a bit worried—if she’s honest—he’s starting to look a lot like the type to pass out right then and there. >

[gmxmiyoung]

(. thinks on it for a moment, gaze fixed on her before he starts walking, grinning with a glance over his shoulder ) there's a really nice barbecue place down the road. you want to try it?

sure. < ` smiles in return, easy going for one as she falls into step behind the pink haired male, fingers carding through her hair absently > i'm treating, right? < ` her lips curve, the apples of her cheeks rising >

[gmxhan-blog]

//killie I, the bitch who loves pink:

( ✉ ) all you need is yourself for that ( ✉ ) it’s totally flattery ( ✉ ) but okay, i’ll go with you to that haunted hotel |: ( ✉ ) where do i meet you?

[gmxhan-blog]

(. victory. it tastes sweet on his tongue—or maybe that’s the candy he nicked from the lobby—and han refrains from doing a little dance, given that he’s in the hallway, drawn to a stop in front of his door with the distraction of a pinging phone. his thumb moves over the letters, pressing send before he focuses on unlocking his door. )

[sms//sugarmama] i’ll come to you—we can walk together. how long do you need?

(. when the door swings open, he grabs his already packed bag and swings it over his shoulder; shutting and locking down the empty apartment again—he’s already late to the party, so to speak )

[gmxmiyoung]

< ` in all honesty miyoung is not the slightest bit sure as to why she's going along with this -- horror wasn't her thing, when it came down to it, she wasn't a coward but if anything sorts like jump scares are just completely extra. however, the idea of spending it with the likes of han seems fun enough -- plus, the concept itself also sounded cool (slightly lame, but hopefully more interesting than not). >

( ✉ ) not long--ten minutes? wait for me outside, i'll be out soon!

< ` with that she sets her phone face down before starting the process of packing--she didn't need too much, at least, she'll pack a few good outfits and daily necessities in case the hotel was lacking. her steps are a bit light as she moves throughout her room--whether she would admit it or not, miyoung was the slightest bit giddy about this little trip. >

[xgmxjimin-blog]

totally legal.

( `see— jimin was technically of age. and being of age clearly means it was time to explore all the things he’d missed out on for the past 19 years of his life. the city at night was amazing, too— everything was illuminated by neon, signs were popping up here, there, and everywhere. it was just as much hustle and bustle as it was during the daytime— and safe to say, jimin’s interest in everything was certainly at his peak. he wanted to see everything— he wanted to experience everything— )

Whoa. 

( `at least that was the initial thought. now? he wasn’t entirely sure what he was thinking. a building with a flashy sign ultimately lead to… this. whatever this was. there were women— a lot of women… and to put it briefly, it looked like they were in the middle of changing their clothes. they were doing some kind of dance, too— and people were putting money in their undergarments— okay, jimin was fairly confused and flustered. he swallowed hard and began to step away slowly, only to come into contact with one of said half-naked ladies. ) 

O—oh my god— I’m so sor— uh—- I-I mean— uh— yeah— s-sorry!

[gmxmiyoung]

< ` another night, another performance on the stage. it was nothing special--at least—theme nights were on fridays more than anything. nonetheless, her performance was nothing less than perfection (to her own standards), leaving her trotting off the stage with an abundant amount of bills grasped within acrylic nails as her heels click against the marble floors. It had been—a particularly long day, considering the fact that her work hours had been reduce to merely three days a week; there wasn’t really a reason for someone to work back to back when she’s not at all lacking at it, anyway. miyoung had been quick to learn the art of pole dancing after a week or two of practice—it’s something she actually has a legitimate interest in, given the fact that the days of being an x-men was long gone.

xavier was long gone.

tempest—should stay gone for now.

genosha had offered her a chance at an arguably normal life and despite protests from the likes of her best friend of sorts—miyoung decidedly went along with intentions to work as a stripper.

it’s something different.

as it was, something noticeably better—if you’d ignore the mounds of men salivating like dogs, that is. >

"uh—"

< ` she blinks in surprise at little bump in, mind half aware of the hand grazing her thigh as her eyes fixate on the man—boy—before her, a perfectly plucked brow arching at the stumble of words as she pauses, considering it for a moment before a laugh escapes. >

"you know you need to pay a lot more than you can afford to touch me, right?"

< ` the tease in her words are obvious, although whether he caught it or not wasn’t her concern. >

[gmxmiyoung]

(. watches her approach with a low hum, head tilting as his fingers tap against his thigh, idle for the most part ) i thought about it for a while, and i guess i can get past not being your sugar baby. (. pauses a little ) are you ready to grab some food?

< ` make an amused noise at his words, nodding slowly as her fingers card through her hair > good, i'm glad you see it that way. < ` perks a brow at the question as she hums > yes, do you have a place in mind, dongsaeng?

[gmxmiyoung]

[sms//sugarmama] noooo i need it to be sexy for you [sms//sugarmama] i'm just saying ~

( ✉ ) all you need is yourself for that( ✉ ) it's totally flattery( ✉ ) but okay, i'll go with you to that haunted hotel |:( ✉ ) where do i meet you?