( * joonmyeon has many heroes who he's taken under his wing, referred to affectionately as his own with a ruffle of hair and an adoring smile. jaebum, however, is someone much more similar to him; a more reliable figure, more of a shoulder to lean on than one to coddle. as much as joonmyeon does love the trust placed in him by the younger ones he cares for, jaebum is an undeniably necessary refresher, and joonmyeon much enjoys his company. and the mutual complaints. ) kids these days... ( * he murmurs, lips hidden behind the rim of his glass, lenses slipping down his nose as his gaze runs over the other customers. )
Doyeon doesn’t understand college. She doesn’t understand why humans have one place for everyone who wants to learn to gather into; she doesn’t understand why they are stuck in classrooms listening to someone else speak for hours instead of actually going out to do the things they want to learn how to do.
Humans are fucking weird.
But this is crucial to her understanding and blending into their society-- this is something she has to do to survive; one can only hide for so long, after all, and she’s done with that. What better way to infiltrate an enemy’s ranks than from the inside, right? The humans have a term for this-- a trojan horse-- and that’s exactly what she intends to be.
So when she’s approached on campus by some guy who claims that he needs to film her, he fights the urge to punch him in the face and to completely fuck off-- some self-restraint that would make her brother proud. She shoots him a weird look at most, narrowing his eyes at the boy standing in front of her and wondering if this is some kind of weird, human ritual that she’s yet to learn about, but she accepts it, albeit warily.
Today Yura decided to go out to eat again. She felt like having beef stew and decided to go to a place she heard was really, really good. The girl really loved food and so she'd been in a good mood all day, looking forward to it.
After entering she saw that the place was pretty full, but not as full as she'd expected it to be. Yura ordered beef stew – just like she'd planned – and was glad when she was told that she was lucky, because that was the last beef stew of the day.
It only got her into an even better mood, because wow, when was she actually lucky like this? Exactly – barely ever. And so she smiled to herself, looking forward to what she was sure would be a delicious meal.
Minki swipes at the corner of his lips, the color of red tainting his finger as he smirked at his opponent. “As expected of the League President.” He could feel the tightness of his jaw that had come into contact with Jaebum’s fist, and he prepares himself for what is to come.
“But you’re never going to capture me.” Minki’s eyes glow a hypnotizing white within the darkness of the discreet alleyway. As much as possible, he did not want to transform in fear of giving away too much of himself. His opponent is the President of the League of Magical Heroes for gods sake and he did not want to become another target for the rest of the league.
Minki sees Jaebum―he sees the possibilities of what he could do and what he will do. The card will always be one step, two steps, and even three steps ahead. The League President is full of surprises, however, living up to his reputation. Practically, no one could ever lay a surprise on the Foresight card. Much to his dismay, it is more disadvantageous for Minki the longer the fight lasts. Heavily relying on precognition, the card would be better off doing what he does best―escape.
Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.
Slice, chop, cute, dice - Sungjong wasn’t too sure about any of it. He knew the basics of cooking but when faced with a recipe for something entirely too fancy for his skill set it was only natural to be somewhat agitated, especially with the added slightly bothering company. It wasn’t that Sungjong didn’t like Jaebum, because he hadn’t yet found enough of a reason to, though in all fairness it hadn’t stopped him before, but Jaebum was easy enough to be around without making Sungjong want to smash his head into the nearest wall.
But cooking with him wasn’t what Sungjong would have picked as their first activity. He currently had hands covered in the inside of tomatoes, the chopping having gone slightly more messy than he’d have hoped. “Yah! Why do I have to do the chopping?! Can’t I stir it instead?” The stew was bubbling on the stove and for all Sungjong knew Jaebum was having the time of his life, stirring the pleasant smelling, red, thick liquid. Sungjong would rather stick his foot in a bathtub full of piranhas than keep getting his hands gooey and gross.
So that may have been an overreaction, but he was not looking forward to the next thing he’d have to do.
Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.
Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together.
deciding to spend the night over at jaebum’s place turned out to be a horrible idea. with the storm that came a few minutes after he came over to talk to the other about something, he was forced to spend the night over instead. he thought it wouldn’t be too bad, at first. it wasn’t like jaebum wasn’t going to do something that will make ricky regret ever coming to his house.
hell, not even a romantic movie makes him want to throw himself off jaebum’s patio. if anything, the whole movie bored him to death. he’s not sure why jaebum would even turn this on. did he want to help ricky and his messy love life that he doesn’t even know exists? or is he just trying to make him fall asleep with a cheesy movie?
the answer wasn’t the last suggestion, obviously. jaebum looks over to ricky dozing off on his shoulder and he doesn’t show a very positive reaction. “ricky-pooh! why are you falling asleep now? we’re getting to the best part!”
“oh shut up,” he grumbles, adjusting himself so that he was in a comfortable position next to jaebum. “this movie’s boring as hell anyways. i should’ve gone home when i had the chance.”
jaebum sighs and shakes his head. “can i just enjoy a movie with you? awake?”
he responds to his question with a yawn, his eyes struggling to keep open before he eventually falls asleep next to jaebum.
the president looks over at the other and sighs before eventually turning off the tv and covering the both of them with the blanket on the couch, eventually falling asleep with ricky by his side.
( tw: death )
Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed.
“you can’t die now.”
his voice is soft as he kneels next to jaebum, lying on the ground as he bleeds to death while other magical heroes search for help. honestly, some magical heroes could be so careless. to accidentally aim their weapon to another person instead of aiming it at the familiars. because of their carelessness, their president is down and wounded with ricky next to him, holding his hand tightly to assure jaebum that he will be able to live. but even he knew that wouldn’t happen.
jaebum laughs weakly as he looks over at ricky. “you don’t even need to try and sugarcoat it,” he replies to him. “people have their times.. and i guess this is mine. but... i didn’t expect it to come so soon.”
if it weren’t for the fact that jaebum was dying right in front of him, ricky would’ve slapped his chest. “goddammit!” he yells. “jaebum, someone will come and save you, okay? someone will save you and you’ll be okay. god-” he has to take a deep breath and blink so many times in order to hold it in. “-jaebum. you can’t die now. you won’t.”
“ricky, stop,” he says, trying to speak out as much words as he possibly could before he would die. “please. even if help comes, they won’t be able to help me.”
“you don’t fucking know that, asshole!” he shouts at him. “jaebum, you’re the president of many magical boys who depend on you. and what about your friends?! what about kihyun?! and dahyun?!”
“...you’ll take care of them, won’t you?” he asks. “i know you and-” cough “-- you and kihyun don’t get along well. but please try so you can care for the both of them. for me.”
ricky hesitates before saying something else. it wasn’t like he was going to say no to jaebum. if there was anything he knew about himself, it was that he would do anything to make a loved one proud. and though he can be a pain in the ass, he cares. he cares for jaebum. he was such a good friend.
“i… i can’t make promises,” he answers him. “but…. i’ll try. for you.”
he looks up at him weakly and there’s tears forming in his eyes as he smiles weakly at the other who looked so strong at this time. “thank you,” he says in almost a whisper, closing his eyes to let the tears fall. “thank you, taehyung.”
and in that moment, the boy knew. when ricky let go of his hand, he watches as it falls lifelessly to the floor. there was no strength in him anymore. no more life. he wasn’t there to be with his loved ones, his teammates, and his family.
Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping.
“Your style is similar to mine.”
The words caused Howon’s head to raise, eyes meeting the other’s as he let his lips stretch into a smile. “I guess it is.”
It wasn’t bad shopping for clothes with someone who dressed in a similar fashion. It was like nice only going to certain stores, one’s that Howon knew sold just what he wanted.
It was this sort of simple Human activity that he loved; and he didn’t mind sharing it with a friend like Jaebum.
