#arcadiaxmoon

[mpxkibum]

“Do you love me?”

“What?” Kibum looked at the god with slightly wide eyes, the question throwing him for a complete loop. Furrowing his eyebrows, his tail waved behind him nervously, his arms crossing over his chest as he thought about it.

He almost immediately wanted to say ‘no’, it was his kneejerk reaction and it made the most sense. They spent a lot of time together but he wasn’t sure if he knew that it was enough to tell whether or not he ‘loved’ the man. He wouldn’t even say that he loved his mother, or even his sister at this point in time, though he felt strongly for them.

Frowning, he wondered if his hesitance had something to do with his own feelings. Love was a complicated feeling and there was a lot of different flavors and although he was sure that the other meant the question in a familial way, he wondered about himself.

Giving the other a small smile, he reached up to pat his cheek before standing on his toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek instead of answering the question, feeling like it was a sufficient answer.

[mpxkibum]

“No. The answer is no.”

Kibum groaned loudly as he crossed his arms over his chest as the other spoke. It was an innocent enough request, perhaps, that he was asking. “But it would look so nice braided!” He gestured towards the other’s hair with a wave of his hand before rolling his eyes playfully, a small smile quirked at his lips.

Maybe it was because he was fond of the other but he didn’t take the rejection personally, if anything it just amused him even more. Letting out a mock sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. “Who knew that you were so against braids. Or...is it me braiding it?” He said with a soft laugh before relaxing, letting the subject go.

[mpxkibum]

“Really, where were you?”

Kibum rubbed a hand over his eye as he yawned tiredly as he sat across from the god. Last night wasn’t one of the nights that he worked but he’d still been up all night, jumping from bar to bar, club to club. He’d been asked where he was the night before and although he wasn’t ashamed of his activities outside of classes at Arcadia, he still had his reservations about telling Tsukiyomi. 

Shaking his head as he was asked again, looking away as the other gazed at him with sharp eyes. He knew that he looked a mess. Compared to his normal put together appearance, he’d been far too hungover this morning to put the same amount of work into it. “Nowhere special, really,” he said with a slight smile. He was not about to tell the other that he’d been out all night drinking.

[mpxkibum]

“Very cute.”

Kibum frowned as he looked into his pocket mirror, his hand running through his hair. He’d hidden his more feline features for the sole person of his hairstyle and he’d become enamored with his reflection because of it. Really, sitting outside wasn’t the most opportune place to admire oneself, but for Kibum, any situation was a good time.

Blinking at the sound of a familiar voice, he forced his eyes away from himself before giving the god an almost smile. Moving his bag quickly, he gestured next to himself on the bench before looking back at himself. “You really think so,” he asked idly. Of course, his hair looked especially good today and he knew it but he just wanted the other to say it again.

[mpxkibum]

♡ hugging

Kibum had always been an affectionate person with those that he didn’t mind. It wasn’t uncommon for me to curl up with a friend while watching television or press a light kiss to someone’s cheek while drinking, he just appreciated physical closeness at times. 

So, it was really only a matter of time before parts of that nature would make itself known with some residents of Arcadia. Including Tsukiyomi. He liked the man, he wasn’t sure if he saw him as a friend or a mentor. Sometimes he wasn’t 100% sure exactly how he felt about him but at the very least, he did enjoy his company.

Giving the other a tired smile as they stopped outside of his door, he rubbed a hand over his eye. They’d had a particularly long talk that evening and he was grateful that the other always took the time to speak to him, he was imagining that gods had much more important things to do. Standing on his toes, he slid his arms around the other, squeezing him a gentle hug, barely giving him enough time to react before he was letting go and turning around. “Good night, Tsuki.”

[mpxkibum]

“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”

“I’ll be fine.” Kibum rubbed at his eyes with one hand, his ears flat against his head as he glanced over at the god beside him. It had been a particularly hard night at the club that he worked at and although he loved the atmosphere, some of the people had a strange tendency to get overzealous.

He bit his lip as he observed the bruise on his wrist, caused by said customer, sighing as he winced at observing it. It was starting to turn a dark purple and Tsukiyomi, as observant as ever had spotted it as soon as Kibum had stopped to say hello to him for the night. Compared to Bastet and Tsukiyomi, Kibum was a child, his 20 years of life nothing in comparison to lives the two of them lived so he could understand why they sometimes treated him as if he was a toddler. 

If it had been anybody else inspecting him and fawning over him the way that the other was, he would have no problem telling them where they can take themselves but Kibum actually liked Tsukiyomi quite a bit. He’d been seeking him out more and more lately, partially to ask advice on how to deal with the new addition to his family but also because he just genuinely enjoyed his company.

Laughing at the other’s next words, he glanced over, looking into the other’s white eyes with a gentle smile. “It’s just a bruise. I’ll live.”

[mpxkibum]

"No one's gonna harm you."

In retrospect, Kibum may have overreacted a little. It started as simple rough housing between him and the other demigods, as there usually was. A tug at his tail or at his ears. He was able to defend himself, he was never one to back down from anyone so his reaction to the flinging of an open water bottle surprised even himself. It wasn’t like he was afraid of water, he tried to tell himself, soothing his broken ego, holding his damp tail to his chest as if it’d been burned.

Frowning, he looked up at the man who’d spoken, wondering just how much of that he’d seen and what he would have to do to convince him to keep that particular scene between the two of them. Dropping his tail, he shrugged his shoulder, glancing away from the man and towards the spot where the other’s had been. “I know.”