#all (starter)

[itsacriime]

open to: anyone. ( y/m has had trouble sleeping lately and Insu offered to stay the night; could simply be platonic, could be more. )

muse: Insu, 33 years old.

When Insu had offered to stay the night, he just assumed he would take the couch. Which was exactly where he resided until he could hear something coming from their room. He hesitated a moment before getting up and gently knocking on their door, slowly pushing it open. "You okay?"

[itsacriime]

open to: anyone. ( he's a paramedic & y/m is injured to some degree, showing up at his door for help — feel free to assume connections! )

muse: Benz, 27 years old.

Having fallen asleep on the sofa, Benz was startled awake by the knock at his door. He quickly grabbed his phone to check the time and to see if he had any missed notifications before making his way over, cracking the door open with the chain lock still in place to get a peak. And once Benz recognized them, he shut the door enough to remove the lock and fully opened it. "What happened?"

[itsacriime]

open to: anyone. ( could be an acquaintance, friend, crush, ex, neighbor, etc. whatever works! she's probably pissed off the wrong people tbh. )

muse: Daeun, 28 years old.

"Don't panic, but I'm pretty sure we're being followed." Daeun managed to catch a glimpse earlier. She wanted to chalk it up to paranoia and being overly cautious of her surroundings. But this guy wasn't leaving. "How do you want to handle this?"

[itsacriime]

open to: anyone. ( he's something of a vigilante / "gets the job done" kind of guy, so maybe y/m is looking for some... assistance. or they're with law enforcement. or they have some sort of vendetta against Joonho himself lol. go wild! )

muse: Joonho, 38 years old.

When Joonho finally glanced across the table, he held the other's gaze. "This isn't exactly your neck of the woods." Meeting up at a bar was about as inconspicuous as one could be, blending in with the night crowd. A click of his lighter and a drag of his cigarette, he continued: "Is there something in particular you're looking for?"

[itsacriime]

open to: anyone. ( friend, friend that had a falling out, ex, etc. — Mingyu has a history of abuse and addiction, y/m would know about the latter. )

muse: Mingyu, 31 years old.

As much as it pained him to show up like this — fresh bruise blossoming across his cheek, jitters, and sick to his stomach — Mingyu knew he couldn't be alone right now. He forced a smile, hopeful the other would be understanding: "I could really use a place to crash. Just—just for tonight. Promise. And I'll be out of your hair."

[itsacriime]

open to: anyone. ( acquaintance, friend, crush, ex, old friend, etc. )

muse: Daeun, 28 years old.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice held no malice, face almost expressionless. Daeun wasn't expecting company. In fact, she should have been in bed. "You're lucky I even opened the door. — Do you realize what time it is?"

[itsacriime]

open to: anyone. ( stranger, acquaintance, friend, significant other, ex, etc. )

muse: Joonho, 38 years old.

"Hey—" Joonho immediately stopped them, arm outstretched and giving their shoulder a firm shove. "Exactly where do you think you're going?" Now that they were in his sight, he wasn't about to let them leave. Not like this; it wasn't safe.