sometimes, my blood sings.

indie-rp. multi-muse, ship, verse. semi-selective. literate. read the guidelines and the muse bios before interacting. [disclaimers below] X X X X X penned by theo

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jonginxkai

Kai’s lips quirked for a moment as he pulled his hand away. “Anteros? That is not what I re–” he paused, and for a second he had a hard time controlling his amusement. “I see. I guess you look similar to someone else. Apologies.” He sighed and nodded his head, trying to maintain seriousness. “I see. Fine, fine. No flirting. You are right. It is highly unprofessional. Good to see you take your work seriously. I am here on a serious matter as well. I want a large tattoo. One to cover up most of my back. I wanted to know how long will it take to make one and how much would it cost. I want black and white.” He said and picked up his phone, searching for a picture of the closed angel wings he wanted to display on his back. He was about to display the picture to the other before his eyes changed again.

“Stop.” He said suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut. “No. Don’t listen to him. I don’t want to.” Kai’s eyes opened, he was alarmed. It was the first time Jongin was fighting for control. He frowned, his eyes hard as he pushed Jongin out. “I apologize again. Nervous ticks.” He smiled and held out his phone to the other only to hand his other hand shot up and hide the screen. Kai looked livid. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he slowly willed the other hand to pull back, a tight smile forming on his lips. He cleared his throat. “This is what I want.” He said, although through gritted teeth before Jongin gasped. His expression changing again, this time to one of helplessness. “Don’t listen to him. Me. I don’t want to. Please don’t do i-” Kai threw his head back, groaning. “Shut up.” He hissed and turned his head back to the man in front of him. You will scare him. You want people to know about us? You want them to try to lock you up again? He spoke mentally to Jongin, trying to cover up for the obviously insane display they had just pulled off. “I sometimes…” Kai paused, thinking for a second. “Audible ticks. From past trauma. Sorry.”

he can't help but cock his head at the other when he speaks up and trails off. there's still a twisted smirk on the stranger's face and as far as ilsung can tell- from what he's experienced in his time- it means trouble for him. the tattoo artist can clearly see the barely concealed amusement on kai's face as he goes on to "apologize" to him. and honestly, ilsung has half the mind to agree- this kai person looks so familiar to him too, but he can't quite place it either. he just nods his head and shrugs in response. "nothing personal-" he replies carefully. "i just like my rep as an artist as clean as possible." he finished off as he crosses his hands in front of him on the table. his lips quirk into a smirk of his own. "well, how long it will take depends on how much detail you want in it and how long you're willing to sit per session-" he begins glad that they could talk about something of his interest. "as for black and white-" he pauses. "most of my work is done in black ink, i don't care for white except for highlights because it fades pretty fast- so depending on what you want, you may have to make a compromise." he clicks his tongue looking up at the ceiling in thought.

but then he hears the firm but soft, "stop" and he's glancing back at kai's face. the other man's eyes are squeezed shut as if he's in some sort of distress. when he speaks up again, ilsung is immediately taken aback. hairs raising on end at the familiarity in the other's suddenly softer voice. the tattoo artist leans back and watches carefully from then on and it's safe to say by the end of the little scene, he's completely taken aback. ilsung sort of just stares at kai, a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and perhaps a hint of fear on his face- if kai asks him if he's afraid of him, he'll heavily deny it. but considering that he's had more than one encounter with less than sound "clients", he's got more than enough reason to be wary. "right.." he trails off without taking his eyes off the other as the waitress sets down his coffee- he takes a long sip of the hot beverage, his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. most of all, it keeps replaying that image of absolute helplessness on the stranger's face- an all to familiar detail mixing in with memories he hadn't wanted to bring back up. "everyone has their demons." he deadpans, a grimace on his face, unsure of what to say next.

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no but imagine the innocent girl lost on her way home and stumbling across a dark alley to see a ( attractive ) guy committing a murder. his first reaction is to kidnap her and take her back to his gang, and they have no clue what to do with her. but they start picking on her and the guy is just so pissed off that he eventually starts to defend her and she becomes a little helper for the gang and adorableness pls.

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jonginxkai

Kai sat at the table and waited. He arrived early after bidding farewell to the client that would be paying for his new tattoo. Kai had wanted to ink this body for a long while. He wanted to do it especially on his back where plenty of faint scars decorated his skin from ancient times of horror. He wanted to get a huge angel wings tattoo. Ironically, if dead people become angels, Jongin would have been one a long time ago without Kai by his side. He believed Jongin wouldn’t mind it too bad. Although Jongin was strict about doing anything to his body, Kai was certain Jongin would find the wings ironic. He sat and waited for the artist to arrive before breaking into a smirk upon seeing the other male. Kai’s eyes spoke of sin and darkness as they bore into the artist’s eyes once the other sat down. “Yes. Hello. Pleasure to meet you.” He reached his hand across the table to accept the other’s. “You must be Ilsung? Am I correct?” He waited with that same smile that bore nothing good. Suddenly his eyes changed, softening as he blinked, still with his hand outstretched before his hand reached back to rub at his eyes, the pair hardening again. Kai broke into his signature smirk once more and reached out his hand again. “I apologize. Suddenly I got a little light headed. Must be because I got mesmerized by your cute face.” He chuckled deeply. Even his laughter was unpleasant, mischevious and dark, full of secrets.

ilsung watches the other's mouth flicker up into a smirk and feels his eyes narrow. was this the strange thing he'd been anticipating since the minute he woke up this morning? he couldn't say. reaching his hand across to shake the other man's hand, he continued to meet his gaze, challenged it even. darkness against darkness he decided internally. if this guy did anything funny, ilsung wasn't against defending himself. "anteros." he corrects and then pauses. he hadn't remembered giving out his real name- he never gave out his real name when it came to meeting new clients. how in the world? ilsung's eyes narrowed even further if that were possible, but then they widen back up because the other's eyes change. they turn soft, pleasant, bright, and kind.

ilsung is immediately and clearly taken aback. he blinks and the other retracts their hand to hold their head and then the smirk and dark eyes are back. when the man reaches his hand out again and offers his explanation, ilsung stares at the hand before scoffing. "alright, look here-" he begins with a glower. "i'm not here to flirt with you, i'm here to talk tattoos." he continues with a look of disdain. "if you're tryna flirt your way into a discount, i don't work that way." he finishes off crossing his arms over his chest. "i've got places to be and people to see," he doesn't though. "so don't waste my fucking time if you just want to fuck around with me."

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@jonginxkai

when he woke up that morning, he couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going to happen and he couldn't understand why. it had settled in his chest the minute he opened his eyes, stealing whatever of the little peace that he had to begin his day with, making him feel on edge. perhaps it was the fact that he'd been drinking the night before or the fact that he was scheduled to meet up with a potential client sometime around noon, but neither of those made sense to him. he's drank heavily plenty of times before and the worst is that he'd woken up with a terrible hangover- which wasn't the case today. as for the as for the second reason, it made a little more sense, but not really. it was a standard out-call. He was going to consult with his client about their tattoo and then proceed to give them their tattoo if they came to agreement. simple right?

however, the minute he stepped into the nearly empty restaurant, something screamed wrong at him. walking closer to the only person in the vicinity save the staff, he couldn't help the familiarity he felt, he paused. 'it couldn't be-' he thought to himself trying to brush off the rising memories. the mural, his bright smile, the trouble that he had gotten into for it. he shakes his head in order to rid himself of the idea before sitting himself across from the stranger, ordering himself a coffee when a waitress stops by. he leans back and clicks his tongue, resting his arm on the back of his chair. "so, you're kai?"

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jeon-hojin

Liam absolutely adored parties. Parties were the one memory he had of his parents that he treasured. He held them close to his heart and replayed the glitz and the glamour of his parent’s parties and tried his hardest to recreate them. Most of the time, though, they got out of hand with the kinds of people he had been hanging around with as of late. This party wasn’t a society party. This was a rager, and he was so glad he didn’t hold most of them at his own home. Liam was usually just the sponsor, which almost always made him the “host.”

That night, he had had a few drinks and smoked a little bit, but it wasn’t anything to write home about. Liam had begun to get bored. These parties were always the same -hell, ALL parties were usually the same. The glamour that Liam had built up in his head about hosting parties was crashing around his ears, and he didn’t quite know how to take it, so while he figured it out, he made his way outside for some fresh air. Liam leaned against the railing of the balcony and looked out over the city while the wind whipped around his short hair. The man near him spoke, and he had half a mind to ignore him, but Liam was feeling so bored that he was almost generous.

“I’m out here because I’m bored. All of these shit parties turn out the same. You?”

"aren't you the host?" ilsung cocks his head at the stranger. he couldn't remember the other's name, but when he'd first entered, he remembered someone pointing out the taller to him as the "person in charge"- not that he cared. eyeing the stranger skeptically, lo' and behold, the young man's face did indeed portray absolute boredom. and ilsung couldn't help but raise his brow at the other's words. he in turn shakes his head and chuckles at his prompt- shrugs, turning his gaze back to the city street below them. if he didn't know what he was feeling before, the other had explained it perfectly. "same as you then, i guess- bored as hell." he remarks resting his chin in his left hand. "this party fucking sucks." he vents without a care, a grimace clearly plastered across his face.

"there's nothing exciting about it- just a bunch of kids trying to get laid, get shit faced, or get high." he finishes off slightly frustrated. he rolls his eyes at himself and debates lighting another cigarette to take the edge off. coming to this party was supposed to help him unwind, but it had only served to antagonize him more. realistically, if he had wanted to just smoke and drink with bad music playing obnoxiously loud, he'd have gone to a night club or something. but no, he'd made the stupid decision of attending- one that he'd berate himself later for. not being one for mindless chatter, he lets them both lapse into silence after that.

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grxnadxs

“You knew I was back, but you didn’t bother to call or even text me? My number’s still the same,” he said, pressing his lips together. “Yeah,” he said, voice low. “I’m a workaholic, too, so I get it.” And maybe it was Jungsoo’s fault for not reaching out to her, either. He could have also texted, but he didn’t, wanting to wait for her to reach out first. “Even me? I thought I was your favorite,” he teased, his lips twisting into a smile. He leaned his weight on his hockey stick as he looked at her, head tilted. “Good,” he said. “It’s good to have a passion. Especially one you’re so good at,” he added with a smile. “I may have tried ice dancing once,” he admitted. “I also think there are extra skates in the locker room. Maybe I can teach you a few things.”

"it's not like i didn't try-" she offers sincerely. it wasn't as if she hadn't tried- there were dozens of drafted messages in her phone. all of them left unfinished for various reasons- she was in the middle of practice, in the middle of school work, in the middle of teaching, or just exhausted from everything. "it's been a distracting six months for me- even longer, and i mean, i'm not trying to make excuses.." she shakes her head. "but i'm here now- better late than never right?" she pauses at his words, a grin breaking across her face. "well, you're literally the first person that i wanted to see after ages, so that should say a lot." it hadn't been a spur of the moment decision either. she'd been planning on it for some time, but just could never find the time to actually go through with it. "it's like ballroom dancing isn't it? but on ice?" she raises a brow interest piqued. "and aren't you tired?"

[booksqouted]

I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.

Cecelia Ahern, The Book of Tomorrow

[timhortons]

I think I'm falling for you😳

get up

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muse: park eunji open to: males connection: enemies to friends?? enemies to lovers?? pls, i want. plot: you've been partnered up with each other for an upcoming showcase and you both need to set aside your differences to get it together. but it's been a week into practice and you're both still at one another's throats. your fellow dancers have noticed and have decided that the best way to solve the issue is to lock you both inside a closet until you call a truce.

"hey!" she yells pounding her fists against the door. "open the god damn door and let us out of here!" she demands attempting to rattle the doorknob into opening. she can hear shuffling on the other side, no doubt that it's the people responsible for her current dilemma. "i swear to god that if you don't open the door right now-!" she bangs her fist against it once again, the thud reverberating throughout the small room before everything goes silent bar her heavy breathing. she can hear muffled voices outside the door though, so she knows that they're still there and she's about to try the doorknob again when a sheet slides underneath the doorway catching her attention.

'we're not letting you guys out until you sort out whatever stupid beef you've got going on with each other!' it reads, infuriating her even more as she hears their muffled chatter die- they're probably walking away now. she groans in frustration tossing her full weight against the door in hopes of barrelling it open, even goes as far as to kick at the doorknob a couple of time out of sheer rage. but it doesn't budge- if anything, there's a possibility the doorknob might break off from all the abuse she's put it under, so she decides not to test its limits. instead she turns around and glares sharply at the only other person in the small space they've been forced into. "this is all your fault." she hisses.

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guess who's skipping out on what's essentially a free TWICE concert to study their life away on a Saturday night? yours truly. OTL. but anywayyy, my discord is _theodorke#9393. hmu?

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mccnxhild

swua thought it would be a fun idea to bring a gingerbread house kit to the others house for their nice night in since the snow storm was bound to come anytime tonight. but he hadn’t planned on them having done the same thing. he was glad that they both agreed to turn it into a little game though. “look my house is gonna be better!” swua smirks as she starts to lay out all the pieces from inside his kit smiling at the other with a wide grin on his lips.

"we'll see about that!" eunji scoffs, however there is a playful smile on her face. it's been so long since she's had the chance to unwind like this- the snow storm putting her classes on hold and giving her boss the opportunity to actually make her stay home. she wasn't complaining though. she was looking forward to having some downtime anyway- and what better way to do so than with good company? "is there going to be a prize for the person with the better gingerbread house?" she hums as she spreads her own pieces out in front of her.

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artificiallovc

          her cheeks puffed out amidst her aggravation —- definitely not easily forgiven outwardly, but on the down - low let it go as soon their hands were clasped together. dancer or not, she could feel the ache in her calves from her constant chase of trying to keep up and dodge people twice her size at the same time. gripping her fingers within his own, she let out a breath ( partially of exasperation, but partially of relief ). “excited ?” she questioned softly as they weaved through the crowd. much more efficiently, if she did say so herself. jo tilted her head, gaze flicking up to him momentarily. “what for ?”

haesol shakes his head in response and glances back at the girl, wide grin on his face. "there's this new art installation that opened up and they've been bragging to me about how cool it is and how i need to check it out." he explains without hesitation, the aesthetics major showing through for a moment. "i've been meaning to visit and right now is the perfect time since it shouldn't be too busy- i can take pictures and decide whether or not i'll be doing a piece on it for class." haesol hums delightedly as he continues to drag the girl through the crowd without much thought. "and well, i didn't really feel like going alone, so thanks for coming along even if i didn't tell you what we were doing." he says gratefully. "i owe you."

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“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

— Brandon Stanton

[machatea614-deactivated20201103]

A: The floor is lava! Quick you guys’ll die!

Everyone: *gets off floor laughing*

B:

A:

B:

B, calmly: *lays like a starfish on the floor* *content sigh*

A: *is concerned*

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lvelyglxy

“you’re right, i wouldn’t want to even try. why would i when you literally just said you probably won’t let me? that’s just a waste of my precious time.” inha gives the other a lazy smile as he grabs the beer in front of him. “you must really not have a lot of friends with an attitude like that.”

ilsung barely resists the urge to scoff and glares at the other. "and yet here you are, wasting your precious time with me." he points out mockingly watching as the man grabs the bottle with a roll of his eyes. ilsung digs around his pockets for his lighter. "and at least, i can trust the friends i do have." he shrugs producing a cigarette as well. "they don't judge me for stupid shit."

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grxnadxs

Jungsoo cocked an eyebrow at her, mostly because he didn’t believe that she was just in the neighborhood. “Were you looking for me?” he asked, pressing his lips together as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Jungsoo scoffed because it had been a lot more than a while. “I’ve been back in Seoul for six months and you’re just trying to find me now?” He spent a long time in America working, trying to make it big in the National Hockey League. And he did make it. But he had time off now, which was why he chose to spend it in South Korea. “Yeah, I’m actually quite good,” he said, his hair wet from the sweat. “And are you still dancing?” he asked. “Have you ever tried ice dancing?”

she looks down fiddling with her hands and exhales at his question. "i was- i knew you were back-" she explains sheepishly and a little guilty, unsure of how to explain herself. "but you know me and my workaholic ways." she chuckles shaking her head and looking back up. "i haven't had a chance to see anyone outside of school and the dance studio for a while." she hadn't given herself the chance. "you're not the only one who isn't happy with me." she tilts her head, a glimmer of a smile on her face. "insanely good if you asked me-" she pauses at his question and laughs. "you'd have to break my legs irreversibly to get me to stop-" she answers with a raised brow. "and ice dancing?" she remarks, genuine curiosity over her features. she glances over at the ice and then back at him. "i definitely haven't." she hums. "have you?"

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moonlitely

eunsol shifted in the leather loveseat, her thighs sticking to the material, skin catching on the places it had tufted into rough little mounds. she had drunkenly lied to a client and digressed that she had a hidden tattoo, and he’d have to pay extra to find it - the only problem being her skin was entirely unblemished. she would get something small, pretty. a rose? on her hip? was that trashy? she had always loathed the idea of something as permanent as a tattoo, but she couldn’t be branded a liar. it would tarnish her reputation, she’d lose a client, and a lot of money. so here she was, at the last place any of her clients would ever find her. she had been instructed to wait for her tattoo artist, and she did so with great impatience.

footsteps echoed around the room and she looked to him, her jaw slackening. his features were the same, just with much less baby fat in the way of all the sculpted bone. she blinked, speechless. he sighed and approached her, so fucking casually, as though her heart didn’t feel as though it were about to burst out of her chest. she threw her hands up beside her head. he still had a way of exasperating her after all these years. ❛ and i stand by it ! tattoos are stupid ! ❜ her voice was shrill. she cleared her throat, her hands slumping uselessly besides her, shaking her head. ❛ of course i’ve changed, ilsung. it’s been fucking years. YEARS ! i - i thought you’d died. did you even care? that you put me through that? i mourned you, you dick. ❜

he leans back into his seat, arm stretched out to rest along the back of the booth. he takes in the sight of her, observing her growth and the differences that weren't there when he last saw her. she was thinner now, the softness gone from the edges of her face, and her eyes- her eyes not as bright. but he could still recognize her. hell, if he had to, he'd be able to pick her out of a crowd with little to no trouble. nothing much had changed- and yet everything had. the lingering thought dredges up some very unwelcomed nostalgia and emotions- he was definitely going to need a drink later. something strong enough to make him forget about his past. something strong enough to take off the edge.

he shakes his head at her outburst and feels the corners of his mouth turn up slightly- a mixture of a grimace and a smile he imagines it. 'some things never change,' he thinks trying not to wince as she raises her tone a couple octaves. the small smile dies down into a thin line as he attempts to keep his face straight. her words cutting through him like a knife. he sees the cocktail of anger, hurt, sadness, bitterness, and confusion on her face and even if he won't ever admit it, it hurts to know that he was the cause of it. he doesn't offer a word on the subject matter- choosing to keep silent. what more could he say on it anyway? 'i'm sorry', 'it was for the best.', 'i was doing everyone a favor.' no matter how true it rang for him, he wasn't about to spew any of that cliche bullshit he saw in movies. "what do you want me to say?" he mutters, brow raised. "because i think it's a little too late for me to be apologizing."