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"I want another one."

   Hayden panned at the other, the six-month-old child slumped peacefully against their chest while one thin hand worked perpetual circles into the little girl’s onesie, wanting to ensure that the infant stayed asleep.

   “You’re crazy.” Hayden mumbled, peeking down at the baby before finally moving to put her in the crib, hands careful and gaze focused as they lingered over the construction of wooden bars and a zoo-themed cushion. Hayden was always accustomed to lack of sleep, but this was just exhausting. It was evident by the tufts of walnut brown hair that lay in clumps on their head, the shirt that hung too loosely over their thin shoulders, and the crazy glint in their eyes whenever the baby - their baby - actually went to sleep.

   When the girl had been safely tucked into her crib, Hayden washed out a sigh of relief and closed their eyes for a brief moment, digging a set of thin fingers through their terribly disarrayed hair and turning to lumber toward Ryo. Almost immediately, Hayden drowned their face against the taller male’s chest, arms slinking at his waist and lips parting to channel a groan into his shirt.

   “No more of those. You know how much that thing hurt on the way out?”

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2 : to yours moaning my muse’s name

     Hayden knew that there was a time and a place for fingers and unnaturally tight pants, but what fun would it be without raising the stakes?

     “Listen.” The words were mouthed by two lips curled cynically over stark white teeth. Hayden’s palm covered Ryo’s mouth, fingers played with the softness of his cheek, and eyes burned into his under the shallow light of the  moon that stretched over the balcony. The guests inside were buzzing; their voices dripped with wine and stale money waiting to be spent on the product in Hayden’s briefcase. Piano and stringed instruments wove between the pompous voices that wafted from the open screen door. Anyone could enter at any moment; it was a game of chance, and Hayden was so frightfully fond of seeing Ryo squirm in his suit. 

     Hayden had made a bet with him. He would be singing their name by the end of the night - grooming it with that smooth tongue of his, then fastening a bow with his beautiful thin lips. Ryo had only shot Hayden a flustered glare and ventured to ignore them. His prudence was just the thing to spark a flare of competition within the smaller. They would win, even if it put their reputation on the chopping block.

     Now Hayden’s free hand had wormed just below the waistline of Ryo’s trousers, fingers pinched around the elastic of his underwear to pull until his manhood was painfully restricted. The air was thick between them despite the nipping cold breeze. Hayden’s amusement fell to a burning concentration. Ryo was struggling. He resisted so often that Hayden could pick out every inch of vulnerability in situations like this. Hayden’s fingers lowered the strip of boxers, then tugged them up harder, jerking them at an angle and watching his back cave. The smaller tsked.

     “Come on.” They murmured, sharp eyes glancing toward the screen door when voices drew near. People were coming. Ryo’s eyes held a hint of panic before they squeezed shut. He was working out a problem that could have had both of them kicked. Hayden would have been lying if they hadn’t admitted to the whirl of butterflies that batted through their stomach. It was invigorating. The voices had to have been near the threshold. Hayden’s hand plunged deeper in a rush with all cards thrown on the table. Their fingers gripped his outline until Ryo was spilling a lush moan into their palm. It felt like silk draping through their fingers. Clearing their throat to drown the noise, Hayden retracted their hand just in time for a middle-aged couple to enter the shared balcony, lips inherently settled into a wide grin.

     “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

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78-83

Anyone you’re giving up on?

…

Currently wanting to see anyone?

Yeah, Captain Morgan.

Name something you have to do tomorrow?

Meet my boss face to face.

Last person you cried in front of?

Ah…….you, actually. 

Is there someone you will never forget?

The way it feels when someone takes your biggest secret and sticks it up your ass. Too lazy to acknowledge that I answered that incorrectly.

Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?

That…—; closes eyes and slams head on table.

[vxluhan]

Do I know you?

Have you always wanted our muses to meet, but didn’t know how they would first interact? Send me one of the following ice breakers so we can embark on our roleplaying adventure!

鹿 — The last time he visited her shop, the two of them were having a cup of tea with one another, topped by engaging in a delightful conversation; it may have been small, and rather awkward, but he enjoyed it nevertheless.Though how long has it been since the two have seen each other? Perhaps a month or something along those lines. But there was something welling up inside of him that managed to have the female cross his mind — Hyerim, was it? He was curious as to how she was doing; if she was taking care of herself, staying happy and healthy, eating regularly, etc.

And just like when he first met her, he didn’t do so directly, but indirectly. The young vampire kept himself hidden behind a few of the shelves that were stocked with a variety of different items, monochrome hues peeking out from behind to hound out where she may have been, but to no avail; he hadn’t spotted her. Could it have been that she was on her lunch break? Day off? Did she quit? Was she fired? — Each thought kept him pondering on the possible solutions that may have been the answer as to why she was absent.

"Do I know you?" 

The sound of a vague female’s voice trailing into his ears broke his peak of concentration, causing him to glance behind his shoulder to view whomever was addressing him. It was her. And just as before, she was still as beautiful as the last time the two had seen each other, but the only thing different about her was that her fringe had grown out, and was now swept off to the side. Regardless, she was still as dazzling as a diamond in his eyes. “Do you not remember me, Hyerim? I’m the one who you shared a cup of tea with — Luhan. “

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figvrante said: {/Sunmi grinned and pats the other on the top of her head gently.} Good. Aish, you’re gonna make me swoon, sweetheart.

What if I want to make you swoon? {/wiggles her eyebrows, smiling.}

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figvrante said: {/charismatically lifts an eyebrow and cups your cheek.} 울지마. 정말 당신을 사랑합니다.

{/blinks and looks innocently at you.} 난 당신과 함께있는 동안 나는 울지 않을 것입니다. 나도 당신을 사랑 해요.