Closed starter for Jihyun: Frozen in the moment! @hxghlysuspect
It was at the beginning of the night when Jihyun decided to take a stroll after a long day of work to get his mind off things so he could relax. He was in good spirits even though he was pretty tired because the rehearsals that day went well. The idol had stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat to keep them warm before deciding to enter the park close to where he lived. Jihyun was one step away from entering as his eyes landed on a familiar figure. And the very moment he did realize who was only a few steps away from him let him almost freeze in fear. Of all the people he could have run into it had to be his ex-boyfriend.
The young male could feel his pulse quicken while his hands started slightly to shake, making his hopes of him having overcome his past crumble into nothing. He wasn’t an easily scared person, but Taewook had managed to shake him to his core. Maybe it was because he was an emotional person, but pictures from their time dating came rushing back to him. Jihyun remembered clearly how controlling and possessive the other had been and it still made him shiver thinking about it. He also could recall all the times the other male had kept touching him even though he told him he wasn’t ready for that step.
Two times Taewook had almost went too far and it was sheer luck that he could get out of the situation and the second time he had decided to break up with the other and disappear completely. That was because he knew the other wouldn’t let him go and he was pretty afraid he would try to lock him in if he got the chance. And even though he could remember a lot of things it was still possible to him that there were some parts of their past missing. But he wasn’t keen on refreshing his memory and so he quickly entered the park. He hoped against hope that his ex hadn’t seen him, but the footsteps following behind him proved him wrong immediately.
“Hey Jinnie, looks like you have found your way back to me.” The idol could hear a familiar voice call after him, which send chills down his spine. His heart raced in his chest in fear as he looked over his shoulder to find Taewook only a few steps behind him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and as he opened them again he began to run. He wasn’t able to think rationally in this moment or he would have run out of the park instead of deeper into it. Jihyun was like a cat in panic now, just wanting to get away, pretty much having a tunnel vision. He heard the other male his behind him and he knew the other was chasing after him. Even though he was pretty fast runner Taewook caught up to him eventually. And as soon as he got a hold of him he turned him around and before he knew it he hit the grass with his back.
Jihyun wanted to kick, but it was too late because his ex was already on top of him, using his body weight to hold him down while pinning his wrists next to his head. “Why would you run from me just like that, Jinnie?! I thought you came back to continue where we left of.” He heard the other say followed by a laugh as Jihyun tried to free himself but to no avail. “Just get off of me. We are over.” He managed to almost scream at Taewook who shushed him right away with a finger pressed to his lips. Then his fingers trailed down to his neck and the younger male froze because this brought back even more memories. His brain kind of blacked out and there was buzzing in his ears, making him unable to know what was happening. The only thing he was able to think was help.
@hxghlysuspect asked "I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..." - Armin to whomever (I hope it's ok-)
“You know what, let’s maybe not do that,” Theo said, snapping his fingers in the other’s face to try and get their eyes to focus on something other than a nice warm light. Thankfully for them both it was his profession to know those kinds of things. “Instead we’re going to focus on cold hard reality.”
An amused little laughter fell from the Vampire’s lips. It was just a faint sound, almost inaudible to mortal ears. Shouldn’t Rhys know better than lying to a creature who could easily read his mind and does so occasionally? “It would be a shame to see you dying of a heart attack,” Armand answered in his usual soothing, calm voice, but with a hint of amusement lingering in that silken voice. “I don’t want you to die.” In a swift movement, Armand closed the book and put it aside. The pointy, razor-sharp nail of his index finger traced over the velvet faintly. “You are lying, Rhys. Did you still not learn to control your thoughts around me? I thought I taught you better already.”
It was, quite literally, everything that felt familiar to Elio — the lights, the heaviness in the air as it carried the notes of so many expensive perfumes, the loud voices, the extravagant outfits, the pompous décor and, last but not least, the abundant quantities of alcohol. In the worst way possible, it felt like home, and the demigod could so vividly see his mother, back in her youth, surrounded by all those people. Oh, she'd definitely enjoy their company. And he would, too, if it wasn't for the distance they seemed to keep from him.
It happened fast, just like any addiction installed itself into one's system. Before he knew it, Elio was pacing around in his apartment, unable to properly focus on a single painting as his fingers gently trembled around the brush. It was the anticipation, the crave for that place, for the atmosphere there. It couldn't compare to anything else he was experiencing in his life at the time. He still couldn't figure out why Dion had decided to have him at his parties again and again, but some reasons did pop up in his mind here and there.
It was those eyes, those intent stares that felt like they were piercing right through his skin. The numerous times their gazes met, when Elio was least expecting to be the focal point of Dion's attention. Pair those with him being accustomed to be desired, and you have the demigod's conclusion. He'd waited and waited, but with every night that passed, it became clear to him that Dion wasn't the kind to make the first move. He basked in attention, in desire, and in all truth, Elio didn't mind it in the slightest. He saw it as a game, and he was more than willing to play, especially with a good amount of alcohol in his system. After all, he couldn't deny what his eyes saw.
"It's so difficult to get a hold of you!" The demigod lamented playfully as he took his chance to snatch Dion, his fingers wrapped around the other's arm as he pulled him to himself, his other hand busy with a glass of wine, clearly crystal. Bohemia or Baccarat. "Aussi mechant que beau, toi.*" Elio purred upon leaning closer to the other's ear, not shying away from overtly offering himself on a silver platter.
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* Aussi mechant que beau, toi. = As mean as you are handsome.
🎀 : how does your muse express themselves? what kind of personal flair do they put into what they do? what does it mean to them?
🗯️ : how would your muse respond to being pranked? would they find humor in it, or would it make them angry?
🍂 : does your muse ever experience creative slumps? how do they get out of them? where do they find inspiration?
🏃 : how does your muse respond to conflict? which of their fight, flight, freeze, fawn instincts is the strongest?
💰 : has your muse ever stolen anything, big or small? why? were they ever caught?
now closed: headcanons, volume two.
🎀 naeun is definitely a big acts of service person; she helps without needing to be asked and tends to express her love, gratitude, and all other things through her actions. she's by no means in a position to aid others financially and can't necessarily afford to do most of what she'd like to do, so she'll hand make or thrift or repair things by herself where she can. she leaves very human marks on everything she does, she's always a little clumsy, but you can guarantee there will be a heartfelt note attached that's written on some cute stationery, since she's actually very shy and prefers to do these things quietly.
it's been very important to her to give back and take care of others because of how her community took care of her and her father after her mother's passing, so i guess in a way she feels like there's this infinite debt to be paid. but she's grown to enjoy it, it gives her purpose. it's really important to her that no one suffers needlessly, even if it inconveniences her.
🗯️ she grew up very sensitive and emotional (*coughs* she still is *coughs*) so tears were pretty much guaranteed whenever kids messed with her back then, but as an adult naeun actually has a decent sense of humour (albeit dark right now). as long as you're not being mean or spiteful, she'll laugh it off. she's not immune to being scared, though. she may actually cry then. and maybe make a lightbulb or two explode. but mostly cry. then kick the culprit in the shins real hard.
🍂 naeun isn't a very... creative person. like, laughably so. ask her to draw a photo of a cat and she'll hand you the most ridiculous looking stick figure abomination. that being said, i don't think this one applies to her 💀
🏃 it really depends on the situation. if she's defending someone she cares about (which is one of the very rare occasions naeun actually gets angry), she'll fight. she's like a little chihuahua and most people aren't intimidated until she opens her mouth and starts cursing them and their ancestors. get her a little tipsy and you'll have to carry her out of the bar under your arm before they call the cops.
interpersonal conflict and arguments can lead to either flight or freeze, which i'd say, given how rare it is for her to fight, are her strongest instincts. she avoids conflict in general but if she's caught up in it, she starts to shut down. she'll become paralysed or she'll have to get out of there immediately — especially when something hurtful is said (goes both ways, from her or the other party).
💰 for the longest time growing up, naeun didn't understand she couldn't just... take whatever she wanted from her father's store whenever she pleased. years passed where he'd do inventory and the same snacks and drinks would come up missing (naeun's favourites... strange), always the same amount too. they live in a good neighbourhood so there was never any reason to have any strict security measures or to suspect anyone in particular, but it got worse when she started working there, to the point where they were starting to lose money.
turns out, it was her all along. as a kid, she thought everything in the store belonged to them and when she started picking up shifts after school, she started giving things away. snacks to little kids, meals to the elderly, sanitary products for her classmates who were too shy to ask their fathers. they've since established a naeun fund to cover the price of her generosity but it's pretty much expected that she'll go over budget every month.
“I’m not... not saying I want attention,” Elliot flopped onto the couch beside his boyfriend, humming quietly, “but I’m also not saying I want attention.” It took him a few moments to realize just how dumb that sounded. plus, of course he wanted attention, he always wanted attention. “okay... I guess that was just a stupidly roundabout way of asking for attention,” he leaned against them, “unless you’re busy.”
