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Arawn shook his head, “From your resume and the recommendation letter, you have enough experience I would have hired you anyway,” he assured him, “Now it just saves us the obligatory awkward interview.” Truthfully, Arawn hadn’t made a decision either way when it came to employing the kid before he met him, but being his child was enough anyway. “Plus, it can’t hurt that you can listen to the spirits running around here as well. Though I have to warn you, darling, they can be quite fussy. I suppose I have to ask this question, and pardon that it sounds a bit…irresponsible, but who is your mother, dear?”

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"There is no such thing as enough hugs." Wonwoo replies almost right away still with an easy smile on his lips, still a little awe with the whole easy affection between him and his dad even if it's the first time they've met, even if Arawn hasn't watched him grow up or participate in any way on it, his affection still feels very paternal, like he has never left and it's good. Wonwoo ends up feeling a little tug on his chest, a little missing weight on his heart because he remembers the last time he felt like this and it was when he was exactly leaving for Korea. Of course it isn't exactly the same thing since it's about two different people that occupy similar but still different spots on his life, but it's familiar enough. Wonwoo doesn't comment about it either. “I don’t know. I’ve never imagined you’d hate me either or something like that. I just always thought, you know, that you’d only acknowledge me and then we’d be back to being the closest to strangers we can get or something.” He confesses with a shrug as soon as he’s free from his father’s embrace and he misses it already, just a bit, maybe because he hasn’t had one of those kind of hugs in a while.

The youngster still sends Arawn a suspicious look playfully and decides to drop it since he’s indeed happy that he got the job and he doesn’t want to end up pushing Arawn so much that he’d feel uncomfortable and end up not hiring him due to Wonwoo’s insistence and not because of his opinion even if there is still this small part of him that is pretty sure Arawn is being a little biased. “Alright. The spirits are nice, I like them already. Besides, I can deal with fuzzy” Wonwoo lets out a soft chuckle, the spirits introducing themselves all at once when mentioned and he just politely bows and introduces himself to them, being sure that he’d learn who is who properly while working there. However, soon enough, the smile drops off his face when his mother is mentioned and not because Arawn apparently doesn’t know who she is ( of course he doesn’t, there is no way he’d know whose son Wonwoo is just by looking at him, especially when he’s using his Korean name and not his actual one, especially when he isn’t sure what name his mother used to introduce herself ).

It’s a little late, his strained while trying to sound light laugh. “Don’t worry about it, I know it’s difficult to try to guess looking only at the child.” He reassures. It’s been five years and Wonwoo has learned how to cope, how to look at her pictures without having the urge to cry, how to control his pain enough that when he thinks of her it feels more good than bad, that he still is able to think about her but it’s still there, the ache on his chest and it’s hard to sooth the pain when she’s brought up so suddenly, so innocently like Arawn doesn’t know that she’s dead, maybe he really doesn’t. Maybe he does, maybe she has talked to him when she died, maybe he has felt it and he just doesn’t know that it was Wonwoo’s mother specific. “She—” He tries to start but he can’t bring himself to keep going because he wants to tell him about how changed her voice to every character when she read his goodnight stories, how she has made him a “against nightmares” book and read to him everytime he woke up crying even if he was already twelve and a half and should be over his fear of the boogie man, how pretty she looked with a messy bun and from head to toes dirtied with paint when she was teaching him the art of painting his own room with the brightest smile Wonwoo has ever seen, how she could cheer him up with only a glance, how soft she always spoke to him always so full of affection Wonwoo always felt appreciated, how warm and tight her hugs were, how much he misses her, how—

“She was doing an exchange program or something when you two met.” He starts after swallowing a big lump in his throat, his eyes dropping to the floor in an instinct and hopes that Arawn understands the past tense because he doesn’t know if he’s able to tell that she’s dead without crying, not at that moment. “Her name was Sophia, but you could also have known her as Sooyeon? She loved art and could talk about it for hours, she could talk about anything for hours to be honest.” He lets out this small strained chuckle. “She had the warmest brown eyes and jet black hair. Mom was also very short.” He licks his lips for the briefest moment. “Yeah, I don’t know what else to say.”

Art and Coffee| Youngjae && Wonwoo

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Youngjae looked at the other when he put his pencil down, Youngjae mirrored the action. He shook his head. “Are you sure you heard my voice?” he raised a brow. No one had ever really told him that he had talent in anything especially singing. “I do love it, I love music.” it was a perfect escape, there was no such thing as his power when he was singing, he was in some new world where everything was easier and everything was normal and he didn’t live in fear of hurting people he liked. Youngjae nodded, “You’re very talented at art.” He smiled a little, he loved hearing the other talk about why he chose his major - it was how he wanted to be able to talk about what he chose to study.He wanted to have a passion for it. “I think you’re right… I should major in music.” He finally said. “Not that it’s going to help me get a job - but who cares?”

#mpyoungjae #!( p; )#!( art and coffee )

Wonwoo can't help his own laugh right after the happy sound came out from Youngjae's lips. "I'm sure you're very unique that's all." He still tries to be encouraging even if it's hard to keep the amusement with the whole situation out of his expression. Not that Wonwoo is laughing of his friend's apparently inability of drawing because he'd never do that, especially when Youngjae is simply trying it out and is so open about his choices of major. Wonwoo would never forgive himself if his friend decided to not do something for lack or approval from others, especially coming from the last person who cut off his wings of dreams. His laughter comes off because he’s actually having fun, more fun than when he’s drawing by himself. His mother has always said that making arts with others, especially with those we hold dearly, can be much better than when we’re alone with only our inspiration and the instruments as our company and as always, she was right. “Yeah.” He giggles again. “Noses are pretty hard. Especially when it’s as cute as yours.” He teases, booping Youngjae’s nose.

But then Wonwoo gets his pencil back, putting the last details in the sketch and just leaving the flowers be, hiding their imperfections with more sparkles and the amused smile on his lips isn’t only because he’s joking around with Youngjae since the sketch Youngjae looks like he came straight from a shoujo manga or something like that. “You sing in your sleep.” He says, trying to be as matter of factly as possible but Wonwoo has always been a terrible liar, probably too kind to ever be able to fool anyone. “Or maybe I just creep on you, who knows, I do love you very much.” He jokes, not being able to hold the soft chuckle that escapes his lips with their game, but all the amusement is gone, replaced by fondness when Wonwoo listens to Youngjae talks about music, his expression softening with affection and warmth. “Good.” He murmurs, but then the moment is gone and he smiles playful again. “You know, maybe we could share a place under a bridge or something, trade sketches and songs for enough food and water, sounds great to me.” He remembers hearing from a lot of people how his art would never get him anywhere because art doesn’t get money, Van Gogh was miserably poor even being a genius. “Or~ You could also be a great singer, sell a lot of records, get famous and sponsor my expositions. Who knows.”

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how to love a god: i. stay away from him. legends are never boys. gods were never people. gods do not love. ii. despise him. who does he think he is? the proud jaw, those seaborne arms, fleeting sparrow-feet planted on the earth as if the world belonged to him? iii. watch. the quick turn of mouth, the gold of his hair backlit against the sun shining like a halo. if you get too close he’ll burn you to ash. if you get too close he’ll destroy you. iv. watch him watch you. v. when he kisses you back hold your breath. do not breathe. you are only a small and foolish boy chasing the tail of a meteor destined for the heavens. if you breathe, you will burn. vi. making love to him feels like building a home, doesn’t it? here, the oars of his shoulders. here, the temple of his thighs. here, his mouth whispering your name in worship. vii. when the war comes watch his laughter grow cold and his hands tender themselves red. that is a statue in your bed. that is a man turned to stone from ten thousand stares. viii. you put on his clothes on to save him from himself. you put his clothes on to spend your last breath inside him again. ix. you know what will happen and you do it anyway. you burn because this is what it means to love. this is what it means to fly. x. recall the tale of Icarus. choose to be Icarus.

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The words are a way for him to try and coerce something out of the other, something that might be useful to him, or at least let him know how much it would bother Arawn if he was nice to his son. The sudden offer brings a hint of a smile and he walks over to the desk and merely re-crosses his arms and leans against the rather tall desk. “I’m good. I’m in my office too much as it is, I’d rather stand,” he waves away the suggestion. “On second thought, though, coffee might be nice. Black,” he requests, and he glances toward the papers that litter the desk for brief moment. “You’re a student?” he asks, eye catching one of the textbooks, “what are you studying?” He doesn’t usually express that much interest in people, of course, but Wonwoo seems pretty harmless. And if he can bother Arawn by being sort of nice to his child then it just makes him all the more intriguing.

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"I guess it runs in the family." Wonwoo shrugs with his half joke, but to be honest, his biological father was the only one in his actual family that had a funeral home. His mother worked in a big publishing company back in Brazil and his stepfather was an architect, there were of course the forever friendly elderly couple that "adopted" him as their grandson when he first worked in a funeral home, his actual grandparents were never really fond of things like death, probably because they are dangerously closer to it than other people and maybe because they resent Arawn a bit for leaving their daughter with a son and a broken heart so everything that he represents are just a big taboo in their house ( and sometimes, Wonwoo would never admit it out loud, but he could feel that they also resent him a little bit for the whole thing too even if he's just another consequence of the affair ). The younger male, however, is taken away from his thoughts and he just chuckles even if it's a beat late. "A little bit of both." He jokes. "But yeah, apparently the spirits here aren't very fond of you." He says just in time for another one hiss at Seth, making Wonwoo send the ghost another pointed look before mouthing at him. "Be nice."

Wonwoo is never really the type to actually force peoople to talk about things, especially when it's something personal or they simply don't feel like sharing with him so he lets it go even if now he has a little itch of curiosity about the whole matter. "Alright." He agrees and he doesn't know why, even if he didn't get any answer, the prospective actually getting to know Set a little better — better enough that he'd share whatever past he and Arawn have — is enough to bring a smile to his lips and a faint odd tingling sensation on his chest. "I'd like that. Does this me you're dropping by more often?” Wonwoo asks, his eyes sparkling just the slightest bit, his smile reaching them. Maybe it’s because the funeral home is so quiet and so empty of people who aren’t dead ones or his father that Wonwoo is so excited about the possibility of Set coming over, and consequently spending more time with him. Besides, he’s a good person and someone Wonwoo can easily talk to, but soon his expression also changes for a moment when Set seems to be taken off guard about something but soon enough it’s gone as quick as it has appeared and Wonwoo wonders if he has just imagined the whole thing.

“That would be great.” Wonwoo lets out a soft laugh, also eyeing the outift of his guest and everything is black just like the whole decoration of Wonwoo’s work place. It somehow suits Set though, is a good contrast with his skin and the younger male has a feeling that Seth doesn’t own anything much more colorful either, it’d be probably a big thing if he owns anything other than suits but again it’s all just a feeling since Wonwoo doesn’t know him quite well — yet — to be sure of it. “But you still look good in black though, so I’ll forgive you this time.” He half jokes, passing one of his hands on the god’s shoulder like he’s wiping off some dust in there and Wonwoo turns his gaze to Set again, blinking his eyes once while his words sank in him and it makes him laugh again. “Don’t worry about it, you’re fine, I don’t feel tainted or anything. I mean, yeah, dad seems the type to be a little overprotective and dramatic sometimes but I know it’s because he cares.” To be honest, Wonwoo has never really experienced any “scene” with Arawn — yet? — but from all the affection and attention he has been giving Wonwoo since they discovered their family bond, Wonwoo wouldn’t really put past Arawn to be overprotective and his dad screams “dramatic” just by breathing.

The shorter males frowns just the slightly bit with Set’s refusal to have a seat even if his excuse is valid enough, it makes him feel a little uncomfortable about being the only sitting or having anyone standing up while he’s sitting anyway, but before he can comment about it or ask if Seth is sure about that, Wonwoo perks up again and smiles, humming and nodding before going go the coffee machine they kept in another table not so far away from the counter but Wonwoo still had to get out of the back to go there and it takes him a second to wrinkle his nose a bit with the god’s request. “Are you sure you don’t want a little spoon of sugar on it? I don’t think it’s drinkable otherwise.” He asks, putting a cup in its place so it can be filled with caffeine. Wonwoo likes coffee, he really does, but with three spoons of sugar and lots of cream but he guesses that there a taste for every person, he still puts a small package of sugar on the saucer with a spoon before deciding to do also a cup for himself, turning to look at Set while it gets ready and Wonwoo can’t help the excitement when Set brings up his major. “Yeah. I major at History and Theory of Art.” He answers, taking carefully the two cups — one dark black and the other a nice shade of brown and white — back to the counter, offering one to Set. “There you go.” He says before turning his attention to the counter, selecting a file where were his most recent works. “These are some of my last projects if you’d like to take a look.”

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“You are,” he confirmed to himself and rose from the seat, going around the desk and without warning, wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him into an embrace. “Oh, my little love, hello,” he gushed, unable to help but suddenly be overcome with affection and adoration for the human before him. After a moment he released him, though the smile remained upon his lips. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind having one of my children work here,” he agreed, finally taking the documents and the letter and giving them a silent read through. A look of affection passed over his gaze as he read over the letter, taking in the sweet words about the child before him. “We don’t have to continue the interview if you don’t like, of course I’ll hire you, little darling.”

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For a moment, Wonwoo is a little scared about Arawn's reaction about being face to face with one of his children. He smiles a little amused but nonetheless gentle while he waits for it to sink in on his dad. It isn't like Wonwoo is expecting much to be honest, him being acknowledged is more than enough because he knows that they haven't had any contact until this moment and he understands if Arawn doesn't seem him as someone as close to him as a real and raised as such child would have been. It's alright really. "Yeah." He confirms. "That's what my grandparents told me anyway and also I can hear and speak to the dead so it does seem like I am." He shrugs and keeps watching Arawn for what kind of reaction he would have and if it's a bad one, he has an apology for bothering him with such matters and he'd probably also suggest again that they can't stop this interview and he's so very okay if Arawn doesn't want to hire him because of their connection, but then Wonwoo isn't really expecting, even if he could imagine the best reaction would just be Arawn not dismissing him and acting with so much indifference about his child.

But then, the god of the underworld stands up and Wonwoo can't help but be a little confused when Arawn stands up, watching him and also standing up more as a reflex than anything but then he doesn't have much time to guess what Arawn will do because in the next moment he has arms around him in a tight embrace that Wonwoo automatically melts into with a light laugh for the whole thing and he can't help but feel a little warmer inside with the pet name and all the emotion in Arawn’s tone. He nuzzles the god's shoulder, wrapping his own arms around Arawn and holding him tightly. To be honest, Wonwoo sort of missed the whole hug thing, maybe because in Korea they didn't have the habit and it was actually impolite to hug someone you don't have high level of intimancy with or maybe because he missed the people who would give him such warm hugs. It comforts him but also makes him feel a little homesick, but he keeps his mouth shut about that. "I was expecting a lot of different outcomes, but a hug wasn’t in one of them.” Wonwoo confesses in a playful tone.

Wonwoo can't help but find the whole situation a little amusing or maybe it's because he's too happy that his dad is accepting him so warmly, but nonetheless the younger male lets out a soft laugh with Arawn's words, his own gaze filling with affection and warmth for the god in front of him like he was actually raised by him too. "Are you sure?" He also can't help but ask, frowning a bit but Wonwoo can't really shake the smile off his lips. It isn't like he's suspecting his father's character of anything of the alike, it's just that Arawn seems the type to just hire him because Wonwoo is his son instead of his qualifications or because he thinks he's truly qualified for the job and that bothers Wonwoo a bit. "You know I won't hate you or anything if you decide that I'm not right for this job, right?" He can't help but remind his father about it.

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With a soft hum, he turned his head to gaze over the decor of the funeral parlor, a tinge of amusement falling over his expression and hands slipped casually into his pockets. “Kind of dismal in here, isn’t it? Aren’t funeral homes depressing enough?” he teased, though Wonwoo looked far more colorful than his surroundings.

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"Oh, I'm glad then." Wonwoo relaxes a bit when Set affirms that no one important to him is dead even if he was half preparing himself to comfort the god, but then he blinks and smiles all happy again with the next question about his work. "Not so long, a few weeks, I'd guess." He answers and sits on one of the stools there are behind the counter while he tried to ignore the spirits telling him that he shouldn't trust the taller male so much and how he should be calling Arawn to warn him about this. "It feels like a little less, maybe because I'm still trying to get used to everything." He confesses with a soft laugh but then he frows at the space besides Set's head where a spirit is bad mouthing and using some curses that Wonwoo doesn't even understand on Set's ear and Wonwoo knows that Seth can't hear them much less sense them beside him and also that's probably the reason the spirit are doing that in the first place, but Wonwoo can hear it and it isn't nice to treat people, mortals or immortals like that, so of course that he scolds the spirit off — kindly. "Hey, now. Knock it off, please. That isn't the way we treat guests here, doesn't matter if they can hear you or not." And then he does look at Set with an apologetic expression. "Sorry about that."

The younger male can't help the soft laugh and amused roll of eyes not only with Set's words about annoying his dad, but also because of his ever honesty about things no matter who or what it hurts. "Such a lovely person, aren't you?" He says sarcastically. Wonwoo really doesn't know what happened between those two, his grandmother when telling him stories about Arawn never really mentioned any Set. She actually never told him much about Arawn besides the basics and something about his love being taken from him and of course the story between him and his mom, saying that the rest he could very well ask the god himself since everything else she knew were just speculations anyway. He has been curious, he wouldn't lie but he still doesn't feel like he's earned the right to ask question just yet, especially when he doesn't quite know what would be forbidden territory and what wouldn't. "Oh?" He blinks and there it goes his theory about it being something recent, and if a god says it's a long time ago then Wonwoo can't even imagine it and he wonders for a moment if Set does have something to do with Arawn's love being taken away from him. "I don't think we're that close yet." He confesses and ends up offering. "But I'd love to hear your version of it anytime you feel like talking about it."

"I'm working on it." Wonwoo laughs. "I'm still making dad warm up to other dark colors besides black before introducing him to something lighter like gray and from there I'm hoping that this would be a lighter colored place." He half jokes, because that's definitely the plan and he's already trying some navy that is really close to black to see if he can get Arawn to get used to it, but so far no real advance has been made because even if Arawn said that maybe Wonwoo could change some things to make himself more comfortable, when Wonwoo asked if he'd like him to think about a main color for those changes, Arawn automatically answered with black which is main the color of pretty much everything and Wonwoo's burgundy beanie is the brightest color anyone has ever seen in the funeral home. "For the time being I'll have to be your spot of colors, sorry." He shrugs with another amused smile. "Oh, yeah, right." Wonwoo stands up like he has just remembered something. "Please, have a sit. There are a couch over there and some stools behind the counter that I could put in your side of the counter if you'd like. Would you also like some water? Or coffee?"

Art and Coffee| Youngjae && Wonwoo

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Youngjae laughed a little, “I’m really not anything special when it comes to singing.” He said quietly, he’d always loved music, he’d loved singing, it was an escape from most things - and it was an escape that hadn’t upset his mother. It was also his best subject in school, but he’d never auditioned for anything in school because he was too shy. Youngjae smiled a little, “but don’t you have to have talent to major in music?” although he couldn’t deny that he would like to do it, he loved the music classes he’d taken already and he wasn’t actually that far of credit wise from being able to major in music. It would be doing something he loved doing. “How did you choose your major?”

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"I would never." Wonwoo promises with another laugh, amused smile on his lips but it's still somewhat kind, he's still serious about that because it's the truth, the cute smile his friend sends him way making him melt just a little more and Wonwoo has the urge to be affectionate with his best friend but instead he just draws some "sparkles" around what is yet to be Youngjae's head instead. Something being considered "artistic" is much more related with people's opinion than a standard set on stone and, for Wonwoo, something that Youngjae put so much effort in, no matter what it is, can and will be considered art as long as Youngjae wants to consider it art, as long as he's putting his feelings and effort on it. Wonwoo is starting to regret putting some flowers in the background because now they're bothering him and he's redrawing just to erase them again until they're of his liking, but he also can't just give up now because they do fit the rest of the sketch. Wonwoo sighs almost heavily but, well, they have a lot of time to finish this at least and it isn't some of his late night projects for the next day that he should've started earlier.

Wonwoo scoffs which says a lot in and on itself. "I am not anything special when it comes to singing." He says but this his whole expression softens again with the next question, putting down his pencil for a moment because he wants to give Youngjae his full attention. "First: No really, you only have to like it to be honest. You don't need to have talent to do anything in your life. It helps? Yes, but it isn't a must. Second: You do have talent in music, you're probably the only person who thinks you don't, Jae. I've barely heard your singing so far but from the small I've heard — and, no, I'm not being biased — you have an amazing voice and it is something you like, so why not?" He indulges Youngjae even more, even if in the end, Wonwoo would support any decision his friend made about choosing a major. The taller male would be lying if he said that he wouldn't be expecting that question sooner or later so he just smiles. "I've always liked Art." He starts and he laughs because it sounds really cliche. "I'm sorry it sounds cliche, but that's true. I've always like Art and sketching, so I just thought I wanted to learn more about it, improve my skills, you know. I never really stopped to think about a job or future career though, so if you ask me what are my plans for the future, I don't really have them."

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On entry, however, he was met by the sight of someone who most definitely wasn’t Arawn. “You work here?” he asked, having seen the kid around a few times, and they’d held a conversation or two. But it never really delved into where to find one another, so it was simply a bit of a surprise. “Imagine that,” the corner of his lips lifted into a half-smile, approaching Wonwoo. “Is Arawn around?” a part of him wanted to question how close he was to the god, given that often the best way to irritate the underworld god was to simply be around people he liked. Not that he had any particular ulterior motive around Wonwoo, just that there always wanted to be some semblance of a plan in the back of his mind.

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It's almost always quiet in the funeral parlor, besides of course the spirits that remain in the place and keep Wonwoo and Arawn company and never let them get too much bored and also are so very amusing, even if they also have their moods and sometimes can spend the whole day without a word. They don't have much clients — which is something that Wonwoo clearly doesn't mind considering what he works with —, something that gives him a lot of free time even during his shift, but it's never something that he could complain especially when it's mostly spend with him bonding with his dad, who is actually much nicer and affectionate than he could ask for, so any awkward feeling that he could have because of that was quickly to be gone, or even doing his assignments or working in a sketch that he couldn't finish at other time.

It also meant, however, that Arawn has the freedom to leave the funeral parlor to Wonwoo when he has to take care of some business — even if the older male still checks with Wonwoo more times than necessary if it's really alright to leave him there. It's also something that Wonwoo doesn't mind, especially because he knows that Arawn would just leave him if it's a serious matter. Besides, Wonwoo doesn't mind being alone, sometimes even preferring it so he doesn't feel so bad about laying his head on the counter and closing his eyes for a few moments, letting the spirits warn him if any client is nearing the building or at least waking him up when his father is back from wherever he went.

However, this time, when Arawn left a couple of minutes ago, Wonwoo doesn't take his usual naps or is making his college work. Wonwoo is rearranging some documents of the few clients they've had and that's why the spirits warn him about a costumer arriving the store but instead of being the usual excited about the prospective of other people in the store, they were actually hostile and he could swear some of them were even hissing. It's odd and unusual and Wonwoo frowns, wondering if he should call Arawn or maybe it's just them overreacting and it's proven to the second assumption when the door finally opens and it's just, as far as Wonwoo is concerned, a harmless guy he has met a couple of times and they even held some pretty decent conversations even if they didn't reveal much of each other. As usual, Wonwoo smiles as a greeting, finishing the last file of documents before turning his full attention to the older male. "Hey, there. Well, I can't say I expected you to show up in a funeral parlor either. Everything alright?" He can't help but ask.

"Actually no." He puts his elbow on the counter, leaning his chin on his hand while ignoring the fuzz the spirits are still making around him, even if he does make a small face when one of them uses a louder and high pitched tone. "But he'll be back soon if you'd like to wait? Or if you'd rather leave a message and I'll give it to him as soon as he arrives if you're in a hurry."

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He rose from the chair, extending a hand across the desk toward the boy, “I’m Arawn, Celtic god of the underworld,” he introduced himself simply, “if you’d care to have a seat and tell me about yourself? I’m afraid I don’t do a lot of interviews, so I hope you’ll forgive my inexperience with this.” Most of Arawn’s world was spent working alone, he had a few people now and again who assisted him but they often simply came and offered their help in the underworld and that was all that was spoken about it. At Mount Phoenix, he hadn’t found it necessary until then to interview people, so it was all rather new to him to ask for some level of assistance.

#arawnxmp #!( p; )#!( teaghlach )

Wonwoo opened the door carefully even if he did have permission to enter the room, poking his head in first before entering the office fully and closing the door behind himself more for politeness than anything else. "Ah, yes. Nice to meet you, sir." He smiles, clearly relaxed even if most people would be, at least, a little nervous if they were in the same situation and bows like he remembers his grandparents telling him to do again and again since in Korea, apparently, bowing was an important way of greeting and showing respect to strangers. He catches the accent in the taller male’s voice and he holds back his tongue to not suggest that if the name was too inconvenient to pronounce, he could also call him Lucas, but then there is this other reminder of his grandmother that when in Korea, there is no Lucas, so he just keeps quiet about it. Wonwoo can’t help it but find it a little funny — in lack of a better word — the man that greets him and apparently is his new boss ( if he gets the job obviously ), because at first he seems a little too nice and gentle to fit the gloomy atmosphere and decoration of the place yet it still suits him somehow.

“Oh.” It’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth when the god — his dad — introduces himself and right after comes a soft laugh. Well, Arawn is the god of the underworld, as he said himself so what is more fitting than owning a funeral parlor? Wonwoo feels even more relaxed with the information even if he doesn’t know what are the older male’s thoughts about his offspring but so far, Wonwoo can tell that he’s, at least, a polite and friendly god. Wonwoo blinks and hurries to greet him properly, shaking the hand that is offered to him even if he can’t really help the small giggles that escapes his lips, trying his best to contain them but the situation just turned in a way that he never expected. Of course his grandparents warned him about a possible encounter with his divine parent but Wonwoo always imagined anything but meeting him in a job interview. “I’m sorry I just—” am your son; Wonwoo hurries to also apologize for his sudden weird behavior and now he’s stuck thinking about how to say that to the god especially because he seems to not know that they’re related.

“Ah, yes, thank you.” Wonwoo says and sits down, not wanting to leave Arawn hanging again and he makes a dismissing gesture with one of his hands. “That’s alright, thank you for giving me the opportunity, really.” He bows his head once again and he decides to just be straightforward about it, especially because he isn’t sure if the god would want one of his children working with him and Wonwoo would really dislike to waste the older male’s time. “Well, I—” He clears his throat for a moment because he still feels a little awkward — not nervous, Wonwoo isn’t sure why but he can’t bring himself to feel nervous about this encounter with his dad — about the whole thing, “I’m a son of Arawn. So, hi, dad.” He smiles and lets out another soft chuckle because the whole situation is just unique and waves with one of his hands. “But yeah, if you don’t want to hire me because of that, I understand, but if you’re still interested, I worked for a funeral parlor back in Brazil for a couple of years and here is my recommendation letter.” Then he puts an envelope on the top. “Sorry, I forgot to send in with the resume, I hope it isn’t a problem.” He also adds in the end.

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“ A movie is chill… “ He mused, more to appease Wonwoo that he was listening but he let his eyes leave the other. Why was he here ? Why the fuck was he here ? Bothering this kid ? Kasper had became a joke. What people was he running with now ? Bookworms and innocent Chinese chicks ? If the guys that were his people in Japan knew this, they’d laugh at the killer. But, he was tired. So tired. Between his fights, his heart his was tired. His body wasn’t going to hold up forever and if it did, he would find a way to give up. To throw himself to the fire, allow himself to burn. He would not be reborn and as sad and stupid as it sounded, it was one of the days he wanted his mother. Her smile could make his anger melt in an instance. Another wave of anger whelmed up in him and he slammed his hand down onto the side of the couch- it had no direction. No reason.

#jihoxmp #!( p; )#!( exhale )

Wonwoo watches the way Kasper acts carefully, noting the wound on his knuckles and he might be naive, but he knows the injury from a punch when he sees one. Even like that, he still bites his tongue and closes the door as soon as the older male is inside his apartment and just then he approaches him and sits down on the corner of the couch, so he can put his legs on top of the cushion, with still a support for his back and still watch his friend, giving him the time to think or whatever he’s doing while looking at the wound on his hand. It's hard to miss the annoyance and Wonwoo questions himself if maybe the movie wasn't much of a great idea while also thinking about how to convince Kasper to let him take care of his wounds while not being too intrusive or scaring the older male away, sending a brief look to the first aid kit still seated on his coffee table. Wonwoo waits and waits and can’t help the smile on his lips when Kasper agrees about the movie.

“Alright.” Wonwoo breathes. “Any special request? I bought some new DVD’s that I haven’t gotten the chance to watch yet if you don’t really have anything in mind.” He also proposes and blinks when suddenly the Kasper’s fist meets the cough, frowning just the slightest bit and Wonwoo wonders if maybe he should at least ask if he’s alright even if the answer is pretty clear considering that older male showed up in his apartment in the middle of the night with bruised knuckles. Wonwoo lets out a quiet sigh and stands up again, going for the kitchen to bring a brand new pot of ice cream for his friend ( and maybe a bit for himself even if he hasn’t even finished the one he was already eating ). “I’ll be right back, okay? Going to grab more ice cream.” because it seems it’ll be a long night, but Wonwoo lets this last part for himself since he doesn’t want to sound like Kasper is actually bothering him which he really isn’t, because Wonwoo would always be willingly to open his door for his friend and try to get him in a better mood or just be there for him if he needs any kind of comfort or make his mood even sourer.

It doesn’t take long for him to be back with the sweet treat and another spoon, putting it on the top of the table before sitting down on the couch again but this time he seats a little closer to his friends, putting once again the pot of ice cream on the top of the coffee table. “May I see it?” He finally asks about the injuries in Kasper’s hand. “You know we have to clean it before it gets an infection and you have to amputate your hand.” He half jokes, half states, the corner of his lips lifting upwards just the slightly while he looks at Kasper and even if it’s him asking for permission, it’s also implied that Wonwoo isn’t taking a no for an answer.

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