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He paced in front of Minji’s door several times before he bent down to knock on her door and slide the folded up piece of paper he had wrinkled in his anxiety underneath her door. He then resumed his pacing, waiting to see if she would read it and if she’d open the door at all.
Who’s in Charge Here?
For now? Jun.
More out of a sense of control than anything else. The special troupe that Hana toured the nuthouse with was on an endless switch around, no one personality fronting for more than a day or two- if that.
At one point Zinger, Athenais, Tiger Lily, and Dawei had all fronted at least once with an 18 hour period before Koei finally took over (reluctantly) for a couple of days. Everyone had been in control.
That is except for Hana. They couldn’t find her.
She was there somewhere but she had buried herself so deep into the subconscious the only one who really knew how to find her was Dawei and it wasn’t telling anyone anything. Not what room she had locked herself in, not why she had done it, not if she was going to ever resurface.
Jun was getting fed up, honestly. Between the constant switching out and never really seeing Minzy or getting to do anything, he was justifiably pissed. It wasn’t Hana’s fault, of course. Things were shitty and he respected her right to disappear if she needed to. But never know who was controlling what or when he would get a chance to be out was annoying.
So he shut everyone out. All of them. Including Dawei, for a time. Until he could get his bearings back to what they used to be and then he opened the channel of communication for him. Too much was going on and nobody seemed to remember that it was Hana who was suffering here, Hana who was losing.
If the least he could do was shut the other voices up while she found herself again, so be it.
It was just going to be him for awhile. He hoped nobody else would mind.
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send ' ▼' for my muses reaction to yours straddling/sitting on their lap.
@asy-minzy
Jun leaned back in his chair, pencil still between his fingers and a page of lyrics gliding toward the floor as Minji firmly placed herself between him and his desk, taking her seat in his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. Of course, the action short-circuited the neurons in his brain for a few moments. His head tilted to the side while he placed his pencil on his desk, both hands now resting on her thighs.
“So.... I guess I’m done?”
Be still
@asy-minzy
Send “Be still” for my muse’s reaction to yours trailing a hand up their thigh and shirt.
Jun hadn’t expected their wrestling to turn into something a little less playful and a bit more serious after MInji had pinned him to the floor for a tie. He thought they would have just laid there for a few moments before starting an epic tie-breaking death match for the ages. And even after his wife’s hand slid up his thigh and hip once she had flopped down beside, he still thought that was plan. Until her hand slipped under his tee, not to wrap her arm around his waist, but to not so subtly move his shirt upwards.
He moved the arm covering his arms slightly to catch a glimpse of her, trying to make sure that he wasn’t misinterpreting anything. Neither one of them were really good at making first moves (well, he wasn’t and he admitted that) and he was slightly caught off guard, and gauged the situation the best way he knew how:
“Would you like some help there, Sunflower?”
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👶 YOUR MUSE REVEALING THAT THEY ARE PREGNANT WITH MY MUSE’S BABY
Jun froze the moment the words left her lips. He was stuck between pinching himself to wake him up out of what had to be a dream and full on kissing the beautiful woman in front of him. Eventually, he just fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking up at Minji. “Y-you’re serious? Like..... you’re really, really, pregnant? No joke?”
Third Place - James & Dani
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James placed a quarter down on the pool table and nodded at the smaller of the two guys currently playing. “I got next game.” he declared. He got an “Alright.” from the two and they got back to it. The bar was pretty much dead other than some of the regulars and one or two new comers, not particularly unusual for a Wednesday night. James took a sip from the same rum and ginger ale he’d been nursing all night, then sat back and watched as the game continued.
The place livened up just a bit as the game went on, the music got louder, a few more people came in, and the two guys had formed something of a crowd. The two had been taking longer drink breaks in between their turns, but after what felt like an hour long game, the larger guy pocketed the 8-ball and claimed victory.
His friend groaned and started arguing. “No, bro, you gotta call it or it don’t count and you lose.” “That’s only for real pool, nerd.” “No, that’s how I play, cough twenty bucks, you lost.” “I’ll give you twenty bucks.” The larger guys slurred, taking a swing at the other. The smaller guy ducked out of the way just as the bartender pushed through the crowd with unsurprisingly supernatural speed. “Both of you, out.” They whine and fought back halfheartedly before finally leaving. The crowd dispersed and James was left with no one to play against.
He picked up one of the pool cues the two had been using and walked it back over to the shelf on the wall. He caught the eye of a familiar looking girl and gave her one of those thin lipped half-smiles before putting up the cue. He did a double take and turned back to the girl. “Do you wanna play?”
Adventure for Two | Jun
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Jun had been out for a few days and itching to take Minji out. They had already talked about it getting away for a day or so but the problem was getting out of the hospital without causing any trouble for the staff, and for them of course. When Jun had gone to talk his nurse friend, she had told him about Minji’s incident, how they were worried about letting her leave anywhere without supervision, especially with him because of the whole alter thing. Of course, the news upset him, but it mostly made him feel guilty. He wasn’t really there for her when she needed it. Which made him all the more adamant that they be able to get out for a day at least.
It took some convincing, and compromise, but he eventually got permission to take her out, with Dr. Park’s approval. She had hoped spending time with him would help Minji and Jun hoped it would too. So, Jun got all dressed up (which was a normal outfit for him actually with his dark blue vest and tie, off-white dress shirt, and black pants), and found himself knocking on Minji’s door.
Exit 하나, Enter 大衛
She knew Zinger had something hidden away.
She knew she did.
Something she was selling or keeping for herself. Anything. She knew it was in the room, hidden away out of sight of the nurses the guards and Hana herself. Because Zinger knew her, knew what she would do. The pills would have been will hidden, so well Hand would end up destroying her small room trying o search them out. She stayed still in her balled up position in the middle of her bed, eyes set to scope this area and that crevice, that space, that book. Her eyes searched the room like a snake sniffing out prey.
If only drugs had a heat signature. The search from her bed would be easier.
But what if she couldn’t find them? What if she would be stuck hurting, begging for the pang of loneliness to go away? What if she couldn’t numb herself on her own? The only option would be stop the pain manually. But that wasn’t fair to Minji. Or Taekwoon. Or Jiyong. Or Sungmin. Or Daichi. She couldn’t end the pain that way. She couldn’t just erase herself.
She just needed the pills. She had done it before. She had access to it then.
Even as a teen she had access.
She hugged the covers around her tighter? What that her?
Pills hidden in her dance bag, between her mattress.
A pill to make it through the morning.
Two more hearing her name on his poisonous lips.
A few more as a stranger undressed her- “No,” she said aloud, voice hoarse, barely audible to herself.
No. That wasn’t her. That couldn’t be her. Could it? But, it was clear. The image was so clear. More solid than passively watching through an alter’s eyes. It was her, wasn’t it? She could recall the feel of those little pills weighing heavy in her hand, almost getting stuck in her throat as she swallowed them dry, strange lips on her neck as her head fell back to help the pills along, strange lips burning her skin.
It had to be her. It had to be...
A long, heavy, tired sigh passed over dry lips, fingers flexed to let go of the sheets that had been clutched until the blood was no longer flowing in the tiny veins. The fingers, no longer Hana’s, stretched as the male let out an annoyed grunt at the twinges of pain that ran through his hands as he popped each finger to relieve some of the tension Hana had left in them.
He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as if he were looking at someone else.
“Gege, get Hana to bed. I don’t think she’s really slept in days.”
“No worries, man. She’s going straight to bed. No exceptions. I’ve got her.”
“Good. I’m going to shower. I reek.....”
