#celxbabysoul

[celxjimin-blog]

✚Bad Connection✚ Babysoul and Jimin

Friends were not exactly the easiest thing to come by, especially for the young water witch. There were very few people out there whom she could even consider to be anything close to a friend, and even then she was hesitant to refer to them with such a term. Friendship implied that the two were super close, and could share whatever they needed to with each other, but Jimin did not have that kind of comfort with anyone she knew, really. However, there were some people in her life that she did enjoy conversing with, and considered to at least be an acquaintance of. One of these people just so happened to be a semi-regular customer at her work, a young lady by the name of Babysoul.

It was a regular day, not too different from any other. Jimin had just gotten off work, making herself two cappuccinos before leaving her apron and name tag behind the counter like she usually did. It was just easiest to leave her uniform here, so that she wouldn’t forget it. At one of the tables by the window, Babysoul had appeared to be sitting by herself, possibly even waiting for Jimin to get off, and though the young water witch didn’t know the exact reason for the girl waiting here, she was pleased to see that the girl was alone. Perhaps they could vent to each other about life, like they had done before.

“Here,” the water witch spoke up, handing the second cappuccino to the woman sitting by the window. “Made it fresh for you… figured you’d like a new cup since your last order was… a bit long ago.” Taking a seat next to the other, the water witch took a small sip of the hot beverage, almost wishing she knew Babysoul well enough to blatantly use her ice magic in front of her to cool down her drink. “How was your day?” the girl asked, tilting her head to the side. It wasn’t exactly the most enthralling conversation, but it was a conversation nonetheless.

[mpzeus]

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15: last kiss

Seunghyun knew she hated it but he lit the cigarette and stuck it between his teeth, trying to minimize the shaking in his fingers. Fuck, he hated this. She knew he hate when she yelled at him, when she flung accusations at him about anything under the sun, but this time was a little different because, well, he did actually deserve it. Not to say that he never deserved any of the fights they got into, but this time was particularly bad.

She was furious and he didn’t know how to calm her down anymore, and he was at the point when he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to try. Shit was getting ridiculous and he just wanted to sleep. Alone. “Look, I’m sorry! Okay?!”

“No! It’s not okay, Seunghyun!” Tears brimmed in her eyes as her glare bore a hole into his face, the hatred in them too apparent to look at for long. Seunghyun hated seeing it there and he was seeing it there more often.

How had they gotten like this? When they’d started dating, everything was fine, he liked her, she liked him, it seemed like everything would be okay, but then all of a sudden she’d start getting frustrated with him and he started getting annoyed. He liked being by himself sometimes, wasn’t that okay? He liked having friends that she didn’t talk to or stalk, wasn’t that okay?

And yeah, okay, he fucked up with one of them. He saw an opportunity and took it- he shouldn’t have slept with them. He was shit at relationships, to be honest. That was bad, but at least he was telling her that he messed up instead of letting her find out someway else…. Didn’t that count for anything?

Honestly, he just didn’t know what he wanted, but when she finally brought her voice down and told him she wanted to break up- he knew it wasn’t that. “What? No.”

“You obviously don’t want a relationship…”

“No.”

“… or you don't know how to keep one…”

“No.”

“… and you don’t care about-”

“No! I do care! That’s why I’m-”

“You cheated!” She was sobbing now and all he could see was the great wide distance between where she was standing and where he was. His face burned almost as hot as his cigarette and he wished he could snuff his life out the same way he did to the stick- rough and uncaring. God, he hated everything and everyone right now, and most of all himself. She could not possibly hate him as much as he hated himself. “I’m sorry.

"Not good enough.” she turned around and grabbed her jacket and purse, heading for his door. Panic shot through him like a lightning bolt as he imagined a flash of life without her, missing her. He wouldn’t be able to call or text her anymore, or sleep in her bed, or ask her to make him breakfast. He wouldn’t be able to kiss her or hug her or- or anything.

Everything was slipping away from him, everything they’d built together, and no, no he didn’t want that. “No, wait, wait, please.” He crossed the room in three strides, grabbing her elbow and yanking her back against him, turning her around so he could crush his lips against hers, trying to remind her why they were together in the first place, that they loved each other, that they belonged together. Her whole face was wet and swollen and everything felt harsh and too desperate for him to handle, but he was terrified suddenly of being without her.

She shoved him back hard, ramming herself into his cabinet. “Don’t fucking touch me ever again,” she sobbed and fled out the door.

[notcelxmoonbyul-blog]

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1: aggressive kiss

This was probably the third time she had seen Babysoul on the club she was working, she wasn’t entirely sure as to why the girl kept coming back – did she liked the music they play here that much? Or maybe she like the crowd too much? Either that or maybe she was going back because of Moonbyul? Probably the last one, but nevertheless, Byulyi was always in denial about these kinds of stuffs, she does not really believe that someone was actually enjoying her company, or maybe she just doesn’t want to believe that someone actually likes her company after all.

So there they were on the bar stools, sitting and talking like there was no tomorrow. It was probably their fifth drink already, though she had to admit she was kinda tipsy already, she still manage to make a conversation that actually makes sense. It was such a relief that her set had finally ended, she could do whatever she want now without worrying about her work and responsibilities. 

How does it taste like?

Byulyi glanced at Babysoul, blinking absentminded. “Oh, you mean my drink?” she chuckled embarrassingly. “It taste like–” she paused, trying to think of the best way to actually describe the taste of her drink, but to her luck, she couldn’t think of anything – probably because she was too tipsy to even think about shit right now. “I don’t know how to explain, how about you just taste it yourself?” the other seem to just nod, she was probably that curious. However, she did not offered her drink to the other and instead she gestured her to lean closer. 

The next series of events went by so fast, Babysoul did what she was told to, leaning closer to Byulyi, but instead of letting the other drink from her own glass, she drank half of it, leaning in closer, her hand suddenly getting a hold of the other’s neck, pulling her even closer, closing the few distance in between them as she captured the latter’s lips with her own, pressing her lips against hers forcefully. Her lips parting slightly, letting the cold liquid flow past her lips. While Byulyi was at it, she took the kiss in another level, nibbling against Babysoul’s bottom lip, sucking and biting it after before she leaned back.

If it wasn’t for the alcohol, Byulyi probably wouldn’t have the guts to do such bold move, and so she blame the alcohol for the spike of confidence on her veins. She licked her lips, though she wasn’t so sure whether it was because the alcohol taste so good, or because the feeling of Babysoul’s lips against hers was rather intoxicating. 

“So, how does it taste like?”

[celxjackson]

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20 - My muse will wear a costume of your muse’s choosing

“Why do I need to wear this?”

It was the first thing Jackson asked as he stared at himself on the mirror. Everything about this costume was terrible and he was starting to wonder why he had said ‘yes’ in the first place. Still inside of the dressing room, the demon pushed the curtain slightly to the side to take a peek at the young woman, who was waiting for him. 

She was human. Usually, he didn’t mingle with humans. To him, they were only dinner to satisfy the demon inside of him. That bastard was always hungry, but surprisingly, the delicious human scent coming from her wasn’t affecting him as much as it usually affects that side of him. Perhaps it was because of the horrendous costumer he was wearing.  

One of his demon friends had asked him for a favor. Truth to be told, Jackson didn’t know how he knew the human woman, but he also didn’t want to know. Jackson’s father hadn’t sent him enough money for his monthly expenses, so desperate moments ask for desperate measures. That was exactly what he was doing. His friend had offered him some money, if he actually did it. At first, it didn’t seem like a terrible idea. The demon only needed to stand in front of the university and handle pamphlets about some party at the students. 

The problem started when Jackson realized he needed to use an outfit too.

It was a dog outfit and it was laughable.

Was this for the soccer team or something?

Looking at the mirror once again, Jackson finally got out of the dressing room to show her the outside. “How do I look? Wait.” He suddenly said to her, realizing that she was actually going to answer him. “Don’t speak. I don’t want to know.”

BabySoul actually laughed at him, shaking her head. The costume wasn’t that bad anyway. 

“Come on then. We are already late.”

Rolling his eyes, Jackson put on the dog’s head before he followed her out. This was going to be a long day.

[celxjia-blog1]

Slap Me

my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger.

Drunk Jia is an unpredictable Jia unless she drinks too much and passes out. But once she is on the ridge of that state, she becomes weird. Her emotions don’t stay as one, they change and it changes depending on the situation with another person.

A girl with long light brown hair took Jia’s arm and tried to pull her with her. “You’re drunk and you need to go home.” Jia heard the woman say. Jia shook her head and raised up her index finger. “I’ll have one more drink!” She pulled herself back, but the grip of the other prevented any movement from her. Jia turned her head towards her and tried to pull her arm “Let me go!” She whined as she struggled to set her arm free.

“I said let gooooo!” Jia screamed, slapping  the woman’s arm repeatedly, like a child. “One drink more!”

[notcelxamber-blog]

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5. My muse will take their shirt off

It was actually a good thing that Soojung lent her a shirt – she wouldn’t lie, she was pretty clumsy today though this is probably the first time she actually spilled something since she was always careful with things – today was obviously an unusual one. 

AJ actually forgot to lock the door, and she didn’t even realized that Soojung was there – not until she finished changing her shirt. She turned around, and she was greeted with a shocked Soojung, and that’s the time she actually realized what just happened. “Oh.” was all she could ever say at this very moment since she, herself – was surprised with what just happened. She probably know now that AJ was a girl, and she couldn’t help but to become anxious about it.

“I um – ehe. Care to let me explain?”

[excelxseungwan]

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18. My muse will tell you about their first love

“It’s not very interesting.” Her lips pouted, gently scratching her left cheek and her shoulders lifting into a shrug. “I don’t think it was really first love to begin with, I thought I was in love, which was pretty pathetic of me.” There was a reason why she didn’t want to get too attached; they’d break her heart into a million pieces unexpectedly. “There was always a first. Usually people have one at a rather young but I was probably about thirteen, fourteen?”

She chuckled softly, amused with herself as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair. “As shameless as it was, he always had that cute look crooked smile and I’m such a sucker for dimples,” Which he did have. “The kid was sweet, spent months spoiling me. It was pretty great until it lasted when he left, saying I was a good time and that he wanted to move on to someone else.” She sigh left her lips, with the shrug of her shoulders again. That was always what they say to her, even then. There were more to the story but that was the only thing she was willing to tell the stranger.

The guy was nothing but a distant memory and Seulgi didn’t spend hours moping around over him, or any guy for that matter. But eh, it was short lived. “Bottom line: love sucks.” With that, she picked up what was left of her drink and drowned it down her throat. 

[celxbora]

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13. My muse will tell yours about a crime they committed  —» Bora often would talk about nonsense when she’s under the influence of alcohol and one of her silly moments is when she tries to look badass. “You know, not to brag or anything but.. I’m a thief.” Before BabySoul can even ask what she stole or stop her from talking. “I stole Nichkhun’s heart when I was in college. He’s like.. the best looking guy in school and I stole his heart and then I stole him away from all the girls by saying yes to him when.. he asked me to be his girlfriend.” She lifts her shot of vodka with a grin. “Cheers.”