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SEND ME ┼ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO WALKING IN ON YOUR MUSE  

                                              ( closed // @ironchvl )                                              ┼ e i g h t ; m e n t a l b r e a k d o w n 

“YOU ARE NOT A HERO.”  she cups his face so that he meets her eyes, so he sees the fire within them and knows she isn’t telling him a lie. “You are not a god -- you are not unbreakable. But you are strong, you are precious -- you spark wonder into everyone around you.” her tone is gentle it caresses his soul. though she could feel his body shake, her hands moves down his face so that she now takes him into an embrace.

 if this was the price for fame, rin knew it was too much for anyone -- too much for the boy she met wanting the title of king. but heavy bears the crown when it comes to royalty, he had it all but having everything still made you feel like you had nothing at all. so she held him -- she let her warmth sink into his flesh. she longs to kiss away his pain and fight his demons for him, if he was going to be a king she wanted to be his knight. to protect that heart of gold from ones who wanted nothing more then riches. 

“look at me wonchul. look at me.” she calls out in english,  a language that was meant to be dead to her. a language that weight heavy on her bones like fame was on his, people with monsters recognized each other without saying a word.  once his orbs meets hers, a gentle smile brushes her lips. he had always been filled with colors, rin had the hardest time trying to paint him. some days he was a pale gold fitting for the king of music but some days his heart cried out in different shades of blues that she wanted to sooth him until he was a calm lavender. his eyes burns with red, every time they met hers passion was all she could sense.  

she pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead before she leans her forehead against his. “i came over to give you your gift.” she laughs -- his laughter is thunder to her lighting. and his smile is heaven sent she sees no grey in his soul anymore. “merry chirstmas chul.”

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your muse’s contact name;

minion hyung 💤

your muse’s contact picture;

an unflattering closeup of him sleeping

your muse’s ringtone;

the minion banana song

my muse’s last text to your muse;

{ to: minion hyung 💤 } hyung, i think we’re outta food again and jimin is asleep…{ to: minion hyung💤 } can u grab us something while ur out? 🙏💪

[wooxzico-blog]

Two Steps Back  [ zico / iron ]

@ironchvl

Dread.

It is a familiar feeling to the idol rapper. Stomach tied in knots, mouth dry, heartbeat rapid, he pulls the black hood protruding from the collar of his coat further down to conceal telltale bleached locks. Head down, sunglasses low on his nose and hands shoved into his pockets, he continued towards the massive building that seemed to stand out amongst the others like a glowing beacon in the cold dark.

Night or day, it didn’t matter. Fans, usually only sasaeng at this hour and photographers, usually only for tabloids at this hour, swarmed the main entrance and surrounding sidewalks, desperate to catch a single glimpse at one of the stars that may be inside. Jiho regretted walking now, but with the way things were at home, he definitely felt like he needed some fresh air before this dreaded meeting.

He slunk closer, circling the perimeter of the group of fans and heading around the side of the building where guarded gates blocked the parking deck. It felt a little bit like he was in a horror movie. One wrong move and he’d alert the horde of zombies milling nearby, thirsting for brains and human flesh. A quick call to security and guards were waiting to help him inside should anyone notice the presence of “Someone” and start a panic.

He was relieved to slip through the gates and disappear inside the building without incident. Revo was a second home to him. He’d spent years of his life within the walls. Now that he was safe, he pulled his hood off mussed blonde hair and slipped his sunglasses inside his coat as he headed for the elevator bank. A young lady was waiting, watching the lights above the door as they descended to ground level. He nodded politely to her when she noticed him, glancing away when he saw the way her eyes widened and cheeks flushed.

He waited for her to enter first before stepping in. “Going up?” she asked. He sighed in response. Normally, the answer would be yes. Up to the second floor to the recording studios. Today, however, was another scenario. “Uh, down actually. B1,” he said softly, suppressing a grimace when she gave a knowing nod.

She pressed the button for basement level one. Jiho had a feeling she was headed elsewhere but was assuring he reached his destination first since, after all, he was a celebrity, an artist; a star. Muffled music and singing echoed through the hall when the doors opened. Even at this hour, there were people here working. Jiho supposed he was no different.

He forgot which room had been reserved so he wandered down the hall like a lost soul until he poked his head into an open studio that had the correct person waiting inside. Jiho scowled and rolled his eyes as soon as he laid them on Wonchul. Asking a hoobae for help? What an embarrassing situation. Luckily, he was a pretty decent guy. One Jiho was pretty sure wasn’t going to gloat to others about the situation or make fun of his poor skills behind his back.

“Hey,” he said casually, not about to bring up the fact that he was half an hour late if Wonchul didn’t.

[jnghnna]

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meme accepting! directed @ironchvl​! | a drabble about my muse trying to piss yours off.

Her first impression of him was one that lacked courtesy.

Things were bad enough as they were, and it didn’t exactly help that his       was she supposed to call them fans?       were cursing and shooting dirty looks at her, instead of reprimanding the young male who had so carelessly knocked her off her feet when he had tried to rush past her. But Hanna wasn’t a person who held grudges, and she would have had no problem in brushing said problem off her shoulders easily and waste no second thought to it had he offered her an apology but instead, she found herself being yanked on her feet by the male who almost desperately tugged at her tiny wrist, whilst silently shooting her a look that was supposed to let her know she shouldn’t ask any questions.

Hanna wasn’t entirely sure whether to feel troubled, simply confused or angry for the way he was treating her, as if she was some sort of doll that could be pushed around. And if it wasn’t for the crowd of hyped fans, she would have immediately turned around to take her leave, but with the male’s steady grip around her wrist things didn’t seem to be as easy as she had hoped for them to be. Either way, frustration was beginning to bubble up underneath her skin when minutes had passed by without him offering a logical explanation.

Instead, Hanna was being dragged to what appeared to be the lobby of a rather high-class hotel. She inwardly laughed at that, oh the irony! A receptionist like herself was being dragged to a place simliar to the one she spent up to twenty hours a week at; it was beginning to feel like a déjà-vu, except she had never encountered the male who didn’t appear to be much older than and yet had the nerve to keep on dragging her with him.

❝Has no one ever told you that it’s exceptionally rude to treat a girl the way you are treating me?❞

Her tongue would have been much sharper, but she kept her composure whilst being fully aware of the fact that there was no use in creating a scene at such a public place. He must have reasons for dragging her along and even though she honestly didn’t want to give him the time of the day, Hanna figured it was wiser to listen to his explanation instead of simply stomping off and risking to get caught in the mass of fans outside the hotel.

She didn’t need to be a fan herself to know that they weren’t going to be pleasant to deal with.

❝Look, I scraped my knee when you knocked me off my feet quite literally, so before you say anything to me, could I at least sit down, please?❞