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The therapist stood there with his jaw agape, not being able to comprehend the swarm of words that had flown from the lips of the younger male across from him. They were both settled on a wooden table outside of a coffee shop. Chase had scheduled to meet up with Maxwell after he stated it was urgent. All previous plans were cancelled just so he could attend this small gathering over a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Placing his cup back on the saucer carefully, he clasped his hands in front of him and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the table. His chocolate orbs examined for any hint of jest or hoax in his facial features. Was there a crack of the lips? Was there an arch in his brow? None. Instead he only saw the face of a young man confused and unsure of what to say. With a light sigh parting from his lips, the ravenette falls back into his chair and shakes his head slightly.

❝ No more going home for the weekends? ❞ What Chase was more concerned about now was what his parents would feel about that. Had something happened amongst them that would cause Maxwell to disregard all intentions of returning home for the weekend? Or was it something far worse and it was the passing of his grandmother? No, the latter couldn’t be it. He wouldn’t be here speaking with the him if that were the case. He’d be bawling his eyes out or that’s what he assumed he would do. ❝ Did something happen at home? ❞

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Normally, the therapist wasn’t very good when it came to expressing his own feelings unless he was under a lot of pressure. Funny how that works, isn’t it? A therapist helping others to express themselves when he himself was incapable of finding words to convey how he truly felt. Granted, it was only because he wanted to find the perfect words that would express his sentiment. The less words used, the better. So there he stood, struggling to figure out how to fully say what he wanted to say without sounding like a complete blubbering fool. His hands rubbed the nape of his neck gingerly out of habit. Eye contact was minimal as his eyes would constantly shift away from gazing across into her pools of chestnut. ❝ I think a lot of you. ❞ To many, she may have been just a body on a ravishing pair of legs, but to him she was much more than that. Her mind was brilliant. How he had always wanted to dig deeper and further into the dark crevices of her mind to see what hidden treasures lie beyond the tip of the iceberg. However, he knew that prodding further than what was comfortable was hardly professional and he would appear to be like an intruding twat. Chase was curious, yes, but he knew his limitations and where the line was. ❝ Don’t ever think once that the opinions of others would alter my conception of you. ❞ Extending out his hand, the therapist gently ruffles at her cascading tresses and offers her an honest smile. Those words were perfect.

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[ TXT : 작은별 ] My plant died.

[ SMS ⇨ 루 ] Your plant died?[ SMS ⇨ 루 ] My condolences. [ SMS ⇨ 루 ] Will you be holding a memorial service for her?

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[ TXT : 작은별 ] My plant and I haven't been getting along very well. She wilts whenever I try to change her soil. How do I tell her my feelings without turning her away, Mr Love Guru?

[ SMS ⇨ 루 ] Your plant? [ SMS ⇨ 루 ] Well… have you spoken to her about how it’s okay for change? That change occurs when in a relationship of sorts and that sometimes it’s required to happen for growth. [ SMS ⇨ 루 ] Best of luck to you and your uh.. plant.

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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Chase Jaegeun Ju

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

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Scarf: Mark borrowing/stealing clothes from Chase.

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Music was playing in the background as the therapist was still tucked away into the comforts of his gunmetal grey Audi A3. As he left the office prior to this point, he had been debating on whether or not he wanted to head out to a bar to drink or if he wanted to just be in the privacy of his own apartment - away from the watchful eyes of society. Privacy won. However, the instant he arrived home, he began to question if perhaps he should just toss all reserve aside and venture out and enjoy the rest of his evening in the sweet embrace of liquor. Chase’s resolve ends up with him exiting his vehicle and making his way towards his abode. Perhaps he should change out of his work clothes first and into something more comfortable if he wants to take a stroll of the town. Just as he enters his living quarters, the first thing he notices are his clothes strewn all across the carpet floor. Eyes narrow and his fight or flight senses kick in. Either someone had broken into his house or there was someone he knew here. Judging by how his lock wasn’t picked and his windows weren’t shattered, it meant someone he knew was present with him in his apartment. Carefully making his way towards his bedchambers, he notices a familiar looking figure rummaging through his drawers and closet space. ❝ Oy! Mark Tuan! If you wanted to borrow clothes, you could have just said something. Didn’t have to break into my apartment to steal my clothes. ❞ By now, he was leaning against his door frame with arms crossed loosely over his chest. On his face a crooked grin. Maybe he wouldn’t have to spend his entire evening in solitude and privacy after all.

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Obsession

( 🔗 - I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vice versa.)Nestled in the comforts of his dimly lit office, the therapist was busy scribbling away in his notes from the sessions of therapy with his clientele. The day had been rather rough and the night was going to prolong due to a heavy paper load that he needed to finish. A heavy sigh parts from his lips while long, slender fingers run through his tendrils. This was always the part that he loathes the most - the paperwork. Give him more clients to speak to and listen to and he would be perfectly fine with that, but anymore archives and he would flip his desk over. In the midst of his chicken scratch - to which he had been trying to make more legible due to complaints from both clientele and the higher ups - her face appears in his mind. He pulls himself back. Blinks once - twice. Why was she lingering in his thoughts? Shaking his head to be rid of her, he resumes his duties and continues to scribble away. A few moments passes by and just as he leans back to take a quick break and to save his hand from cramping up, she crosses his mind once more. This time, he found it hard to remove her from there. Why was she tormenting him so? What was the reason behind why he could not stop thinking about her? He began to examine each detail, each curve and indent on her face while he rests his chin atop of his propped arm. Was this an obsession? No, it couldn’t be, could it?

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Take me

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Carefully, he lifted the frame of the window up. Prior to hoisting it up, the young man made sure he had greased the hinges and the sides with enough oil for a smoother transition open. To his delight, the window moved with ease and he stealthily slipped into the woman’s bedchambers. It wasn’t everyday where one would assume such a position and sneak into someone’s room, but today was a bit different. He had a mission to accomplish and he intended on doing it well. Maneuvering himself through the obstacles of her room, Chase finally made way to her bedside and pulled a large, black cloth and duct tape from his pockets. As soon as he located her lush, pink petals, he quickly banded her lips shut. The male knew he only had less than a second before she would be stirred from her deep slumber, so with the black cloth he tied her hands together. As soon as her eyes shot open, he placed an index finger on his own lips and made a hushing sound to silence her. That never worked. Pulling out a cloth bag, he placed it over her head and tied a rope around her bodice. He picked her up and flung her over his shoulders and attempted to make it through the windowsill in one piece. It wasn’t easy. After a long period of trying to get her to stop kicking him and flailing her body away, Chase had finally managed to make it out of there and darted towards the black vehicle not too far off. He tossed her in there and jumped into the passenger seat. Prying his mask off of his own face, he motioned the few in the back to carefully pull the bag off of the most likely terrified woman. ❝ Sorry princess. Just wanted to kidnap you for a surprise birthday trip was all. ❞

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