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ok but can i please have a “i hired you to be a full-time babysitter since i’m constantly working and shit now my kid loves you and i think i do too” au??

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( @knybyn )

Jaewon isn’t made of steel. The only thing metal about him would be his hard head. Maybe. And if then he’s still got the word softie trailing out people’s mouths when they describe him. It’s why he doesn’t remember much. It’s probably what landed him in this mess. It’s probably why there’s an awkward throbbing in the back of his head when he finally comes to. He catches sight of the male, sort of. There’s a silhouette but no name’s coming forth, at least not yet. “Shit man, what happened?” He could recall it pretty well but there was a question of whether he wanted to. He looks at the water bottle held out to him with automatic distaste and if he wasn’t struck with such pain he’d be able to refuse it more vehemently. “Did I fall off stage or something?” He never falls off stage, he’s too alive for that. He spends half the day trudging around like a zombie, he wouldn’t waste his only free time. “Did I even go on stage? Shit— was I drugged? Did someone drug me? Did you drug me? Did you kidnap me look I’m probably not the one you want as a kidnap victim. I can’t get you any ransom money my boss is cheap.”

[knybyn-blog]

Drenched in sweat, Kenton continuously wiped the salty beads from his brow as he stood over the other male. It had all happened so quickly, the rapper still hadn’t fully registered what went down. The crowd was jumping, screaming the lyrics to the last song in his set, then this guy was suddenly yanked down onto the floor. He assumed it had been done by a fan in the crowd, but he wasn’t sure. It sure as hell hadn’t been him, however. When the other rejected the bottle of water, Kenton decided to drink it instead, dehydrated from the performance. While he downed about half of the cool liquid, his eyes shot open and brows furrowed in response to the accusations. Nearly spitting out the water, he gave him an incredulous look. “Do I look like someone who would kidnap you?” The question sounded stupid as soon as it left his lips. He was a giant in most people’s eyes. Kidnapping someone, or doing anything requiring intimidation, always seemed like something he would do. But he wasn’t like that. “Just.. chill, man. All I saw was someone yank your ass down here, I swear. Are you okay?”

[knybyn-blog]

It turns out I have a lot more replies to do than I anticipated I would. Shout outs to those who reblogged my ad (and those who followed, you are a treasure and I appreciate you). Replies are gonna be done by this weekend, at the latest. School is picking up and that obviously takes precedent over roleplay.

[knybyn-blog]

earth & bay rum

Perfume oil asks

Earth: what is your strongest personality quality?

“I wanna say loyalty. If I say I’m with you, then I’m with you until the end. Sometimes even after that.”

Bay rum: if you drink, do you have self control with it?

Answered.

[sanamtaro-blog]

〖 starter ↠ @knybyn

❝ Where are you going with that hand– ❞ The female looked at the other, raising her brows as the other touched her cheeks  ❝ stop it- do I look like baby now ❞

[knybyn-blog]

A childish grin was plastered onto Kenton’s face while he gently pinched her cheeks. “You do, actually.” Continuing to squish the skin of her face between his index and thumb, the male found himself unable to release her. “You remind me of my kid. She makes the same confused face when I do it to her. She probably thinks I’m crazy, too.”

[baudellare-archived]

“how did the show go?” she asked somewhat distractedly for yuna had managed to crawl off of her lap and was making a beeline for her gym bag which lay just a few feet away. while there was nothing dangerous in it, she did carry around small items which could be hazardous around a child of yuna’s age. “excuse me for a sec !” she remarks and quickly sets the phone on a coffee table before going after the young girl.

she returns to her seat a little out of breath, but carrying yuna in her arms. “are you still there? i’m sorry about that. she’s faster than i thought !” haneul gives the girl’s back a gentle pat, who then rested her head on the babysitter’s shoulder. “she’s been helping me practice my twirls. i think you have a budding ballerina here, you should bring her to the studio some time. there are lessons meant for kids every sunday.”

[knybyn-blog]

Once Yuna was no longer in sight, a single brow rose. He trusted Penny enough to entrust her with his daughter, so being told to wait while she tended to the toddler didn’t cause him much stress. Having nothing but the ceiling to stare at, Kenton opted to move to a more private room, not caring for his personal conversation to be overheard by strangers urinating. Holding the phone, he left the bathroom and ventured through the crowd of people.

Within the time it had taken for him to end his set, answer the phone, and leave the bathroom, it seemed everyone had gotten drunk. Or more so than they had been before. All on Kenton’s mind was getting to his dressing room, a safe haven for the artists performing. Women in the V.I.P section reached out for him, only to be shaken off and given a meek apologetic smile in response. It was now that he was grateful for his height. Seeing over the heads of virtually everyone around him, it was easy to find his way to where he needed to be.

Making it just in time to see a breathless Haneul return, he welcomed her with a small nod, double taking at the screen when she mentioned Yuna showing signs of possibly becoming a dancer. As musically inclined as he was, the male had always had trouble moving his tall body properly enough to dance. At least not well enough to make a career out of it. “Are you sure you won’t get sick of seeing her so often?” he inquired, following the question up with a smile to show he was asking in jest. “The show went alright, by the way,” he added, almost having forgotten her previous question.

[knybyn-blog]

@theonlyreid

The bright stage lights were something he had grown accustomed to, his eyes easily adjusting in order to try and see the crowd who had begun chanting the lyrics to one of his songs, something he never thought would have happened. His underground career had taken off about a year after he moved to South Korea at eighteen. Now, at twenty, he found himself standing on a stage with a decent number of fans waiting for him every few weeks. This thought was more than enough to keep an ecstatic, child-like smile plastered onto his face.

Finishing his set, the rapper waved to the screaming pit of fans, bowing as he thanked them all for coming out to see him. Kenton passed the microphone onto the next artist, giving him an encouraging pat on the back before trotting down the stairs and into the V.I.P section to fetch his things from his promoter. “You busted your ass tonight, Ken,” he exclaimed, handing the tall male his phone and wallet. All Kenton could manage to do was nod quickly in agreement, wiping beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face. The performance had surprisingly taken a lot out of him. All he wanted now was a drink.

Nodding his head slightly upward towards his co-worker, he pointed towards the bar, receiving a thumbs up in response. The fact he wasn’t saying much wasn’t abnormal for him. He was simply still coming down from the adrenaline rush he got performing. That, and the fact he sometimes felt overwhelmed by vast amounts of people reaching out to congratulate him for a job well done. But not many people were expected to be fond of being grabbed by strangers. Making his way to a stood at the far end of the bar, he noticed a small group of men who were frequent patrons of the venue. Squinting in their direction in order to get a better view, he noticed them circling someone who clearly was a foreigner. Being one himself, in a way, he kept his eye on each of them, ordering a simple bottle of water.

The second he paid the bartender, Kenton noticed the group of men beginning to close in around the foreign woman. He had seen this happen all too often, and wasn’t going to simply let the thugs harass another woman unchallenged. Grabbing the water, he made his way over to them, silently preparing himself for the worst. He was tall, standing at about six feet and three inches, yet it was too dark for him to see what had been going on past the broad shoulders between him and the unknown female. Taking a breath in, he slide between two of the men, holding the bottle of water out towards the tan woman. “I got you the water you wanted,” he announced, hoping his lie would let those around them think they where there together.

[knybyn-blog]

acai berry, patchouli, sage

Perfume oil asks

Acai berry: what is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?

“That sushi that can get you killed if it’s not done right.” Snapping his fingers, he attempted to recall the name. “Fugu! The pufferfish one.”

Patchouli:if you could only keep five possessions, what would they be?

Answered.

Sage:if you could give someone one piece of life advice, what would it be?

A stern look came over his features as he spoke, “Don’t cut corners, no matter how tempting it is.”

[knybyn-blog]

Patchouli & Fresh Cut Grass

Perfume oil asks

Patchouli: if you could only keep five possessions, what would they be?

"Ahh, five...” Teeth gently bore down against his bottom lip, the rapper having a difficult time choosing the items. “My Jordans, my toothbrush, a picture of my daughter, my credit card, and a picture of my best friend.”

Fresh cut grass: when the weather is warm, what activities do you do outside?

Answered.

[knybyn-blog]

french vanilla. fresh cut grass. ginger lily. honeydew

Perfume oil asks

French vanilla: what does love feel like to you?

He shifted around in his seat. Having experienced different kinds of love, he wasn’t sure where to start. “Love feels like having everything you’ve worked for and built ripped away from you for no reason. It feels like losing the best part of you and not knowing who you are once it’s gone. Love feels like accomplishment, something to look forward to and savor every second of because it’s what you made and it’s yours to watch grow.”

Fresh cut grass: when the weather is warm, what activities do you do outside?

“Play basketball with the kids, usually. Or take Yuna out to the park.“

Ginger lily: do you think you have maternal instincts? if someone needs to be taken care of, do you take up the task?

“Maternal?” He paused, brows knitting together with confusion, “That applies to men, too, right? Either way, yeah. I’m the type of person who is always wanting to help or fix things.”

Honeydew: describe an ideal day out with a friend.

“Eating at as many different restaurants as we can in one day, then ending it with a late night karaoke session.”

[knybyn-blog]

bay rum , forest rain , rain & sea mist.

Perfume oil asks

Bay rum: if you drink, do you have self control with it?

“I do, and I’m pretty proud of the fact I don’t overdo it anymore.”

Forest rain: how long do you think you could survive in the wilderness?

Kenton poked at the inside of his cheek with his tongue, picturing himself in such a situation. “I get hungry too easily, so I’m gonna say however long it takes for a person to die of starvation.”

Rain: is it easy for you to bounce back after being sad? do you hang on to your sadness?

“I hang onto it for a while, depending on what it is. Not much makes me sad to begin with, though.”

Sea mist: how would your friends describe you?

Answered.

[knybyn-blog]

sea mist

Perfume oil asks

Sea mist:how would your friends describe you?

His eyes flickered up in thought as he tried to recall the various adjectives his friends had associated him with. “Tall,” he chuckled at the obvious description. “Driven, considerate, and lame. Stupid puns and jokes make my world go ‘round.”

[baudellare-archived]

@knybyn· liked this for a starter.

“wave hi to your dad, yuna !” she coaxed the little girl, making sure she can clearly see the male on the phone’s screen. she was babysitting for a friend and while the first couple of hours went smoothly, yuna began asking for her father once night fell. wanting to comfort her ward, she phoned kentaro despite knowing that he was working that evening. “i’m sorry about this, but it was the only thing i could think of to help her get to sleep.” yuna drew a line across her cheek with a lipstick and haneul could only respond with an affectionate laugh. “well, there’s this too.”

[knybyn-blog]

Just as he stepped off the stage, waving and bowing respectfully to the fans shouting in the crowd, the rapper felt his phone vibrating within his back pocket. He pulled out the device and quirked a brow upon seeing Haneul’s name flash across the screen. Was something wrong? A slight pang of anxiety shot through him, the male rushing to the bathroom as soon as he could and accepted the video call. The second he saw his three year old girl on the screen, Kenton’s smile grew wide with both pride, adoration, and relief. Everything was alright.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he replied, stifling a quiet chuckle while he watched his daughter’s antics. Kenton leaned against the side of one of the bathroom stalls, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his free hand. “I’m sorry again for askin’ you to watch her. I can’t thank you enough.” A last minute call to appear on stage was the last thing he had expected; but, money was money, and he wasn’t going to turn it down. “What’d you two do tonight?”

[knybyn-blog]

♥ perfume oil asks. ♥

acai berry: what is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?

aloe botanic: are you always up to date on the latest fashion trends? do you switch up your look often?

bay rum: if you drink, do you have self control with it?

cilantro: describe the perfect dinner.

earth: what is your strongest personality quality?

egyptian musk: how do you respond to people flirting with you? do you enjoy it?

forest rain: how long do you think you could survive in the wilderness?

french vanilla: what does love feel like to you?

fresh cut grass: when the weather is warm, what activities do you do outside?

ginger lily: do you think you have maternal instincts? if someone needs to be taken care of, do you take up the task?

honeydew: describe an ideal day out with a friend.

ivy: what are three albums that really define you or have shaped you as a person?

lavender: do take therapeutic baths after a long day? if so, what do you put in them?

lemon verbana: do you believe in "forgive and forget"?

passion flower: when you have a crush on someone, how do you show it?

patchouli: if you could only keep five possessions, what would they be?

pine needles: how do you break bad news to someone?

plum blossom: how do you dance to your favorite song?

rain: is it easy for you to bounce back after being sad? do you hang on to your sadness?

sage: if you could give someone one piece of life advice, what would it be?

sea mist: how would your friends describe you?

white ginger: if money wasn’t a concern, how would you decorate your room?

[knybyn-blog]

jnxity:

“fine, I will stay the night too but don’t come poking at me when you feel chills and it freaks you out.” jinx tilted her head back, her laugh was soft but so evil in a hidden way, personally she felt like a female dean winchester and her friends had made it very clear that during situations where normal people run, jinx just goes forward to see what is going on. “ah, you will be fine. we can make a salt circle around you if that’ll make you more secure?” it was with a light pat of her hand she then rested it on his shoulder, smiling innocently.

“if we are staying the night, I sure hope we brought some snacks because I will need it.” crouching down, she checked through her bag to at least find a flashlight which she handed up to him and a bag of chips, a small one but it was enough for her as they wandered. “c’mon!” she swung the bag over her shoulder, ripped the chips bag open then shoved a chip in her mouth when walking towards the doors.

He was dumbfounded by the things she said, brows lifting in awe and curiosity as she displayed such an unparalleled bravery when it came to the supernatural. “Does that salt circle stuff really work?” he questioned, following after her, not bothering to mention the stash of snacks he had hidden away in his own backpack. Standing at six feet and three inches, he tended to garner quiet an appetite. “Since chips have salt in them, can I just crumble those and make a circle with them?” As soon as he said it, he knew it sounded stupid, but considering what they were discussing, it might not have mattered.

Holding the flashlight she handed him, Kenton looked behind them, shining the light back and forth. He couldn’t see any signs that they were being followed. Being almost completely certain that they were trespassing on private property, he felt himself begin to wonder what they may or may not encounter that night. Turning back to face Jinx, he made a proposition. “What do you think about recording all of this? Yanno, in case we do die and people need to find out what happened.”

[bahookies]

i’m so grateful for the people who don’t give up on me and are patient with me while i’m distant and trying to figure myself out

[knybyn-blog]

@jnxity | cont.

“You saying that doin’ it with me is putting your life on the line, too, just makes it worse!” His words were rushed, small eyes flickering from the dark, drab warehouse to the female beside him. He wanted desperately to say he didn’t believe in ghosts. They weren’t something he wanted to mess with, whether they were real or not. Hearing various rumors about the abandoned building she was asking him to go into, and stay in, for the night only served to increase the uneasy feeling he had stirring in the pit of his stomach.

“If I have to stay the night, so do you. Only way I’m gonna go through with it,” he stated firmly, adjusting the backpack on his right shoulder filled with items to help him make it through the night.