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тнe ғlower тнaт yoυ нanded мe waѕ on ғιre. ι proвaвly ѕнoυld нave тaĸen тнaт aѕ a warnιng. - jae minki. he/him. 21. stressed paramedic doing his best.

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OOC: hey guys sorry about the slowness in my replies! Work/school is such a drain. Anyway, I love love love the idea of this event (bless these admins) so if you have any ideas (someone hurt my boy or something) please let me know!

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⌲ Rai ;

     "Alright,“ Rai said, though muffled by the bag of baked goods that he held between his teeth, as he leant into the front cab of the ambulance, attempting to hold out his co-worker’s coffee for him whilst also trying to find the cupholder in the dashboard for his own drink. A job easier said than done when you were trying to keep one eye on each of the hot beverages at the same time in a hope to not spill them.

     It was 7 am, not typically early for someone in their kind of work, but Rai had still been in need of a coffee as his bloodstream was probably 70% caffeine from all the late nights and early mornings he’d been having lately. As it turned out, working a full time job with stupid hours whilst also trying to patch up countless gang members in the dead of night wasn’t all that easy, but he had managed so far. The coffee for Minki was just because the kid was addicted to the stuff, and Rai was terrible at saying no.

     He let out a sigh of relief when he managed to find his cup holder and could finally grab the paper bag out from his mouth as he shimmied back into his seat. “Anything come through on the radio yet?” he asked, as he dug out the raisin and cinnamon bagel he’d bought for himself before handing the bag over to the other to go with the coffee.

         Minki had been swapping between playing a game on his phone and catching up on the latest gossip, as well as just blinking at the early morning air outside of the vehicle, while Rai had left to grab a surprise. Which, guessing from where their ambulance was parked, was hopefully some precious coffee for the both of them. A soft sigh as he slid his phone away, the news was generally pointless to look at now because it would mostly just depress him. 

       Fortunately mornings did not bother him as much as they used to; the time spent studying abroad with classes at 7 am--honestly who needed to be awake at that time--accompanied with the hours he was expected to keep fror this job slowly helped him adapt. He liked to think that his first love, coffee, was a little more help than that.           By the time his partner was returning, he was thankful he had not been too zoned out or else he might have thought it was a stranger trying to climb in and not someone he worked with. He was quick to act though, taking the warm cup meant for him between his hands and sighing happily and eventually reaching out for the bag as well. Once Rai seemed to be able to get into his seat without any major incidents Minki shook his head.       “Nothing yet actually. I’m kind of glad for this, though. It gives us time to eat and drink-- thank you, by the way.”

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∞ ✘

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

His love for animals and helping people as well as his minor phobia of clowns.

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

⤹ People who drink directly out of drink containers.⤹ People who are mean to their animals.⤹ People who bring their babies to the movies. ⤹ People who smoke while walking, and you’re walking behind them and get a face full of smoke.⤹ When people ask you questions during the movie while you’re trying to watch.

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⌲ jaeho ; 

          HE hadn’t even realised there was someone sitting next to him until he had finished his coughing fit and heard the sputtering from the other man, his eyes instantly shooting to the stains all over his clothes. jaeho’s eyes widened in a mix of realisation, shock and amusement in that order. he has to hide a laugh behind his hands as he also hops up off his chair and attempts to grab at the napkins to help him. 

          ‘ OH, my bad ! ’ but apparently his not-so-smart brain forget there was now alcohol spotted over the floor, the lights reflecting off the puddles like a huge flashing ‘WARNING’ sign. he still steps over to the other, however, and ends up slipping, a few seconds of desperately trying to gain his balance like a circus clown before plummeting right into the stranger, coincidentally spilling the drink in his hand over them both this time. A complete disaster, over all. ‘ fuck, again, sorry. ’ 

         Just as he was hoping it wouldn’t get any worse, it manages to do just that as the stranger not only falls into his arms but also he spills more alcohol on the both of them. Minki sighs deeply as he reaches out to make sure they are both steady, a tight smile on his face as he tries to figure out just how he should react to this situation.         Thankfully, the bartender must have taken pity on them--that or he was tired of seeing the mess that the two had made before saying five words to each other--and passed a towel in Minki’s direction with a boisterous laugh. He runs it first over himself, hoping to relieve some of the moisture now clinging to his clothes, before reaching out and patting a few spots on the strangers shirt as well

       “Are you okay? That almost ended terribly.” 

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✿

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

Either cinnamon or lavender; he cannot handle overly floral scents though as they irritate his nose.

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☼ ✉ ✈ ★

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

Minki loves thunder storms; he finds the deep roll of thunder and the pounding rain to be calming. Lightening also fascinates him.

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

His patients, while keeping this confidential of course, or his boring, daily life and times he walks Mira.

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

He spent time in the United States studying abroad during undergrad

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

He’s an aquarius ! 

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HEADCANON QUESTIONS:

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?

✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?

✋: Is your muse left or right handed?

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?

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               APPARENTLY coming to a bar to order a soft drink was odd, judging by the barkeepers cold glare and ever so subtle ( not ) shake of the head in disapproval. it was, really, why else would you come to a bar if not to get drunk ? it’s just jaeho isn’t quite sure about the feeling of buzzing under his own skin and pounding in his veins the alcohol causes, like an itch that he just can’t scratch. the overpowering stench of alcohol brings back memories oh his father’s rank breath and the cloud that surrounded his mother at all times. not really something he likes to think about. 

               SO when the drink comes back and jaeho doesn’t even glance at it before lifting the cool glass to his lips he definitely doesn’t expect ( when he really should, considering the notoriety of dillingers bar ) the burn of alcohol invading his throat as he takes a big gulp. he hears the barkeeps laugh as he sputters and ends up spitting the liquid all over the person sitting directly next to him, a shower of… whatever was in that glass he was given.

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       It wasn't that often that Minki would find himself in a bar, let alone with the free time needed to spend some quality time with a couple of drinks. Tonight though one of his coworkers had been concerned about the amount of hours that he had been working and was completely determined to send him home and out. A rare moment indeed which allowed him the moment to sit down, dressed comfortably and not too much for the atmosphere inside, and order him something strong.        The universe had other plans about his comfortable night relaxing with his good friend fireball, apparently, because one second he is accepting his drink--a quick bow of his head to the bartender in thanks--and the next his neighbor seems to have some trouble with his drink which..ends all over him. He jumps up, sputtering and face flushing, as he reaches for a napkin and tries in vain to wipe off his face and shirt. Oh-- and his pants too, apparently.

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HEY GUYS! My name is Zoë (they/them; est) and I'm so hecking excited to be here— JUST A LITTLE NOTE: my activity may be iffy in the next two weeks because I have really big/important exams coming up next week but I should be on at least every day if not multiple times a day when I am procrastinating. I hope to have a more in depth profile up soon but for the moment let me give you a brief overview of my son:

– Jae Minki, 21, he/him. Homoromantic/Demisexual. – His father was a respected business man and his mother was a well known doctor in another town and when he was five they decided to relocate to Seoul as a result of promises of higher pay and a great environment for their son. Due to the long hours away from home required by both of his parents’ jobs, he was often left with a trusted family friend or grandparent.

–  He’s always felt such a strong urge to care for people--being the first one to react whenever someone else would get hurt--which, in addition to seeing how much care his mother was able to provide, led him to seek out the job he currently has.

–  Although high school was a rocky process for him, Minki managed to graduate and get into an established institution abroad, spending 4 years away in the United States studying in the medical field with several classes taken in art history.

–  With his time abroad he became proficient in English, and picked up a few pieces of other languages as well.

–  When he is not busy working incredibly long hours, he can be seen either sleeping or spending time with his precious dog, Mira.

–   He can be very unaware of thing going on around him and at times overly optimistic, despite the seriousness of his job. 

–  Minki’s secretly a hopeless romantic, though he would never admit to that and has never been in a relationship before; he always has wanted the story book romance, only with another guy and not some princess.

–  He’s never seen, smelled, or touched drugs outside of his job (which could lead to interesting interactions imo) because of the effects he has seen on patients he has had to wheel away. He does drink occasionally though. 

please hit me up if you’d like to plot with me!!!!! i really am excited to get this boy out there and have him make connections.