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Mingyu; 202 convenience store clerk

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[mingyust-blog]

lait fraise

“I’ll be with you in just a second!” he bellows a bit too loud, as he glances over his shoulder.

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[stlwonwoo-blog]

there’s liquid lightning dancing just under his skin, the magic tingling at his very fingertips in rivulets of electricity, and he’s utterly restless. stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets, wonwoo allows his gaze to wander the darkened streets surrounding, along rows of alleyways, and it doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s wandered off track in his restive state and has managed to fall a few districts away from home. these are the kinds of nights that leave him breathless with unease, tumultuous magic thrumming just under his skin, the energy stagnant and utterly interchangeable with the current weather itself. and its these nights that he finally understands his master’s vaguely sympathetic expression all those years ago.

even this far from the urban center of seoul and in the brink of utter darkness ( his phone flashes back  that it is just shy of two in the morning when he checks for the seventh time in just as many minutes ), there are no stars in the night sky, but the interspersed flashes of lightning behind soft clouds unaccompanied by thunder has him in rapt attention at the skies.

he half stumbles, knocking into another solid human ( he thinks,anyway ) body, and the entire point of contact from left shoulder down towards the cleft of his collar burns with suppressed magic, fighting to lash back. it’s a group of men, intoxicated men, he observes once his vision clears enough through the haze. they give him little more than a cursory glance before they’ve started back up their raucous laughter in stride, arms thrown over one another to keep themselves upright, and his nose scrunches a bit in distaste before his gaze flickers towards the bright glass windows from where they’d stumbled from.

ah, he muses, noncommittal but utterly unsurprised by this point as his subconscious destination. he observes the doorway of the convenience store for only the briefest of moments before he sighs and resigns himself to entering. he can do with a few sweets. the words he hears as he enters startle him slightly, and he whirls around in search of the increasingly familiar voice. wonwoo is quick to give up when he doesn’t readily spot the hapless graveyard shift employee in question and heads to the milk section instead. “no - um - take your time,” he calls back, dark gaze focused on the display of coloured milks in single-minded interest.

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cartons of cigarettes tumble off the counter as he abandons all effort in regards of obeying a piece of paper. he instead hightails it to the shop floor with a Rather Graceful lunge over the counter, directly into a rack of sunflower seeds. a low rumble of thunder rattles the windows as a car zips down the street.

on his toes mingyu scans over aisles for any signs of life- debating if the response he heard was real or not. the faint scent of an herbal blend(and was that lavender?) wafts just beyond rows of chips just out of sight. he sighs before spotting a head of rather soft looking black hair facing the coolers, their breathing just barely audible under the drone of coolers. quickly kicking a red crate, he makes his way towards a sale. a red crate scrapes along the tile as he kicks it to assume nonchalance.  his ruse falls short however when he punts a bit too hard turning a corner and directing it towards the Unsuspecting Victim.

mingyu flings himself towards the glass case in attempt to block and instead trips over his own feet in the process. "So..milk eh?" he clears his throat, straightening out. quickly yanking the door open, eyes flickering through the plethora(ten bottles, max) of different sizes, flavors, brands, before plucking a flashy colored bottle from the center rack. he turns it over once, twice in his palm as if studying a rare specimen. 

"this one is our best seller but I think its mostly the rabbit? something about him I guess you can't say no to." he chuckles. 

turning towards the visibly shaken patron, he nudges it with a crooked smile.

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Workaholic | Mingyu + Jeonghan

@mingyust

It was two in the morning when Jeonghan realized he had been re-reading the same sentence over and over again. Really he should have realized that studying medications at ungodly hours was not- in fact- very efficient. The wolf groaned and shut the text book before him, turning to his coworker.

He liked Mingyu, the latter was interesting to say the least. They had been working together for the past few months after a series of robberies had left the owner no choice but to have two people there at all times. Not like the stingy bastard couldn’t afford it. At first Jeonghan had wondered what kind of weirdo always worked the night shifts as well. He found out that it was a vampire. Of corse. He felt as if this would be a set up to a bad twilight rip off porno.

“So- Like- if someone eats a crap ton of garlic and you feed from them do you die? Also does the sun actually make you turn to ashes?” Jeonghan said, suddenly bombarding the elder with questions. He paused before jamming his wrist in front of Mingyu’s mouth. “Do I taste different because I’m a wolf? wow I sound like a furry this was a serious question,” he said, a bit slap happy from the lack of sleep. Besides, annoying the vamp was fun. He flashed a dorky smile.

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“Have a nice night!” He waved towards a flustered woman scurrying out the door at the mention of ‘vampires’ before turning to swipe Jeonghans precious book to the floor. 

Sidestepping around the wolf, he sighed removing imaginary sunglasses shielding his identity from imaginary paparazzi.

“First question, I hope not- although..” a pause, his brow furrowed, “that would be the way to go out..”

Plopping down of a crate in front of a newspaper rack, he continued.

“I haven’t tried about the sun and no I won’t- Try again later,” sneering, he gave the wolf a sharp jab to the ribs, “We can’t yiff now, what if someone sees?”

the radio clicked off.

“It’s called yiffing, right?” 

Working with Jeonghan was a blessing on its own. They were paired together solely to prevent robberies and because two people meant twice as much could get done. Their first month or so working together, the daytime normies reaped the fruits of their labor. A harmless conversation about the supernatural somehow however led to the vampire spilling the beans about being well, a vampire, and an endless flurry questions had been life since.

“Hey, I left some rice cakes in the back,” something tickled in his nose as he fingered through day old headlines, “it’s your turn for first dibs.”

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in the night

@mingyust

“where the hell is he?” seolhyun almost crushed her phone in her hand as the pre-recorded voice on the other end droned on about how the number she had dialed is unavailabe at this time. of course it is. after the eighth failed call, she gave up completely, shoving the phone back in her purse. “five more minutes, then i’m going ahead without him.”

mingyu was almost ten minutes late to meet seolhyun in the crowded itaewon streets, and to say the young werewolf was growing impatient would have been a gross understatement. she had closed up the tattoo parlor early – failing to her tell her boss she was going to do so – sitting herself outside the shop door, exactly where the man had said he was going to meet her. and he had the nerve to be late. what a piece of shit.

people walked past seolhyun in large crowds, the usual weekend foot traffic already out in full swing. most were already drunk, in true itaewon nightlife fashion, the smell of alcohol siwmming through the air and enveloping seolhyun’s senses. it was hot, almost too hot to believe it was eleven o'clock at night, and the air was sticky. every drop of sweat that rolled across her skin felt like a punishment. she was beginning to regret agreeing to go out tonight.

resisting the urge to fish her phone from her purse and call mingyu one more time, seolhyun stood up from her spot on the ground, brushing the dust off her clothes as she heard a man passing by comment on the ‘curvature of that ass’. she rolled her eyes and scoffed. how gross. now highly skeeved out and wanting to crush something with her bare hands, seolhyun began walking down the street, towards the blaring bass and flashing lights of numerous clubs. mingyu would just have to catch up.

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"..you may be compensated for your time- ah fuck."

 Mingyu spits in his best Non-Paid Spokesperson voice as he makes a stroke along his cheek a bit too long for the seventh time(at least). His bathroom is reminiscent of a high school locker room; reeking of permanent marker and drugstore body spray as most every surface is in a varying state of disarray. "How do you make it look so easy?" he whines, comparing the "starry" penwork along his cheekbone to a clipping of some foreign model half buried beneath a mountain of temporary tattoo sheets in the sink.  

He had what he fondly marked in his calendar as a "IT'S NOT A DATE" date with Seolhyun at exactly eleven o'clock somewhere in Itaewon this evening and it was with utmost importance that he looked the part. The last three or so hours has included trying most every piece of clothing he's allotted(and which has managed to survive) for the better half of two centuries to complete the "YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND, STOP IT" look for seol; as well as incorporating a personal touch of tasteful face stars, neck roses and a collage of miscellaneous designs scattered across his covered torso(for later).

He caps the marker in defeat, adjusting his bangs just right to cover a lopsided smudge shy of his left eye while taking in The Perfect Look. Something seems off though, and he's not sure what. "Eyeliner maybe?" It's not until the tv falls silent between commercials and the incessant buzzing on his bedside table echoes for the upteenth time tonight when it hits Mingyu. He was late. He was late and she was going to have his head.

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He arrives at their meeting spot, twenty-two minutes late. Crowds upon crowds of club goers flood the sidewalk as Seolhyun was nowhere to be found. The overwhelming scent of booze mixed with perfume and subtle undertones of blood made his head spin. A pang of unease settles in his stomach as he's fishing his phone from his pocket. Passersby flash him looks of disgusted bewilderment as he dials her. Mingyu's met with the dial tone twice before angry, dead air giving him enough time to come up with an excuse more reasonable than 'I was trying to hotten myself up-if that's even possible, ha ha- and lost track of time.' "I- um. I left my clothes in the washer too long."

Smooth

"Where are you?"

[alecwoodywood]

;Mistaken Identity- csc&kmg

@mingyust​

wolf#1“moving in”

wolf#2“Make it quiet and swift”

Wolf#1“I know what I’m doing get the fuck off my back”

wolf#3“Boys, stay on target. We can’t have boss-nim wait too long”

wolf#2“Yeah, boy, stay on target”

wolf#1“fuck off I’m flanking him, move in”

In a burst of energy, chaos and strangled yelps with a few hisses of keep your mouth shut’, the team leader sprays the Vampire with a good dose of Wolfsbane essence. The three figure in black then promptly tie up the body and drag him not-to-gently into the awaiting van around the corner.

Within fifteen minutes they are pulling into the garage of an empty looking warehouse. The headlights bounce off the walls before dying out. More scuffling, sounds of making haste and soon enough a bound and gagged vampire is set up nicely in a chair in a well-lit room. Th three men await patiently for the arrival of their Alpha while they keep a watch on the vampire, armed and dangerous.

The heavy dark doors swing open and Seungcheol walks in from behind the bound up figure. The three men greet him with a deep, elongated bow. A practice he didn’t encourage but oh well. It takes him just a few moments before his previously anticipating eyes turn dull.

He sigh softly and pinches at the bridge of his nose “ You idiots.” he hisses “ Wrong Vampire.”

[mingyust-blog]

"It's nice meeting you erm-" 

Mingyu turns towards the calamity unfolding behind him and flashes a toothy grin in an attempt to make the best of what this was.

"Boss-nim? You said?" 

The vampire chuckles to himself, trying to conceal his eyes were absolutely searing from whatever it was the grunts sprayed him in the midst of their ambush. 

"So is this how companies recruit now?” he continues “because im honored but-"

Absolute hatred emanating from their glares bore into him, he could feel it. Now wasn’t a time for jokes.

From the moment he was snatched until his Great Reveal mere minutes prior, the vampire had been mentally analyzing everything that could have led him to this point. And unless this Alpha and his minions were part of a neighborhood watch finally busting him for feeding strays, nothing could have possibly led to this. Plus, how many other vampires could there be? Relaxing as best as he could, he focuses back to the front as everything sat in blurry wonder before him.

Was this permanent?

"Listen,” he hisses, face scrunching, “i'll help you find whoever the fuck you need me to if you could PLEASE stop this burning." 

[mingyust-blog]

lait fraise

@stlwonwoo​

ticking of the analog clock rattles offbeat to an indistinguishable song quietly humming in the expanse of the shop. light from fluorescents bounce off polished chrome and burn into mingyu’s eyes. on a regular night, he would be spared the monotony of his own thoughts by listening to the exciting Adventures Of A Fellow Coworker. tonight was a different story though. tonight, he was chosen by Retail Gods to work alone as his Esteemed Colleague went AWOL.

his manager had even been kind enough to leave mingyu a(rather mandatory) to-do list to avoid boredom. yet here he was, debating on doing the ceremonious task of inventory for the nth time in two hours or returning to his many, many girlfriends lined neatly in dated pages in a trash crate by the cooler in back.  literally anything else then staring deeply into unknown stains scattered across the floor or forcing smiles at any living creature he happens to notice through the windows. he could stock and maybe clean the restroom, but the splatter closest to the door looks vaguely like abraham lincoln and that is much, much more important. perhaps even a blessing.

and then it happens. the entrance chime sounds, breaking his focus from Captivating Potential US Presidents as a horde of drunken zombies spill into the shop. the next forty-five minutes is a whir of "the restroom is over there." "sorry, i don't think quadruple extra large condoms exist." "um, this is a coupon for a haircut, sir." as any remnant of order is destroyed by the beasts.

shooing the last away finally beckons him into consulting The List, as he’s awash with defeat. three tasks down in fifteen minutes and he's on a roll, his misery poorly executed through song and dance. the foreboding chime sounds again as he's enthusiastically stocking tobacco, cutting his nearly complete choreo short. "I'll be with you in just a second!" he bellows a bit too loud, as he glances over his shoulder .

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"Don't yell at me"

his temples throb as he lowers his voice. Mingyu had a mere hour left of his shift and he was getting a bit antsy. 

“I- er…” he shifts his weight to one foot as he leans against the counter, sporting a rather practiced ‘tough guy pose’. “I’m sorry. it was wrong of me to accuse you of stealing.”

He clicks his tongue, eyes fixated on the oblong shape filling out the boys’ pocket.

“Even though I’m right.”

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"I was trying to protect you."

“Protect me? Me?”

Mingyu looks down at himself, and then at the woman. A laugh bubbles in his throat as he gives her a playful shove.

“I should be fine, babe. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like they can hurt me.” he says matter-of-factly before being struck in the face by a rogue bar flyer floating in the wind.

[mingyust-blog]

eleven and twenty-six.

11. Your muse’s favorite weather.

Just before the rainy season, towards the end of spring. When color makes its way back into the country, but people can still breathe. It’s almost like a preview of what could be the following season without the commitment. Nothing about the humidity of summer is worth it. 

26. What your muse is afraid of.

In his 200 odd years, what he could(should, even) fear has devolved into nothing more than trivial nonsense. Spiders, the sound of the water heater kicking on,‘But what could happen if I ate garlic?’, zombies, heights, the vast recesses of space. The mere concept of higher lifeforms existing outside of this universe, potentially plotting the demise of mankind was enough to make his dead heart race. 

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Headcanon #13: "Something that makes your muse uncomfortable." & Headcanon #22: "What does your muse’s handwriting look like?"

13: Something that makes your muse uncomfortable;

Two things come to mind; waking up before the sun has completely set and crowds.

1.Fading daylight seeping through the cracks of his otherwise drawn curtains puts him at extreme unease. Its warmth not only hurts him but an existential anxiety also to mind. Thinking of how long he’s been here and how much time he has left(read; eternity) sits heavy in his gut.  

2. It isn’t the people themselves in crowds necessarily, but what they are. Loud shrieking of laughter, a chesty cough or even loud breathing can be piercing. The scent of their skin and the warm blood coursing their veins beckons to him, especially on balmy summer nights when less is more. Repressing the urge is one thing, but the splitting headaches and overwhelming hunger is a lot harder to ignore. 

22: What does your muse’s handwriting look like?;

In short, his handwriting is a mess. Mingyu was never properly taught how to write so what anyone can manage to get from him could be read as if a heavily intoxicated doctor wrote it. There is no consistency in spacing or even the angle it’s written. 

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ooc ; hello everyone, it’s so nice to meet all of you! this is the first time in quite some time i’ve tried getting back into RP so i hope we can make the best of it! feel free to message me if you want to plot, anything goes!

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