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[aphroditexmp]

@jonginxmp

Jongin hadn’t really been asking to get yelled at today. Then again, when does anyone ever ask to get yelled at? No one. Probably. It’s not like Jongin had meant to jump..again. He was accident prone! Not everyone in Mount Phoenix apparently knew how dangerous it was for Jongin to uh..nearly die. Aphrodite, however, was one of the few people who did.

“It’s not like I meant to do this! I swear! I’m not lying!” Jongin protested to the goddess. He did not want to seem like a liar. Jongin was not simply the type to just lie to people. Most of the time he didn’t really remember what he could be lying about. Telling the truth was just easier. More simple. “I’m trying my best to stop it..I’m sorry..” Jongin added more softly as he looked at the floor, defeated.

Aphrodite gave a sigh. She was a selfish being, really, and she would seldom give a damn about anyone except for herself but Jongin was utterly senseless at times and it was infuriating. “You are a reckless fool, do you know that?” she continued, arms crossed over her chest as she glared over at the boy, “Usually, people will soften that question by saying ‘sometimes’, but ‘sometimes’ isn’t relevant in your case.” 

A silence followed, as though Aphrodite were considering whether or not to smack him but she gave another heavy sigh, shaking her head. “Are you okay though, darling? Do tell me you’re not hurt,” she spoke, cherubic lips pressed together, “I’m going to make you a margarita. Calm your nerves.”

[wonwooxmp-blog]

❝ Don’t panic but we’re maybe all gonna die soon. ❞

“Very true.” Wonwoo agreed. “But,” he raised a finger as if to interject. “hopefully it’s like 70 years from now. And by then, we’re welcoming death with open arms.” 

[mpshiah]

･ﾟ♡    𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓎'𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

 &. —   @jonginxmp  . ˟

              It’s the sound of a small huff which escapes past that of petaled hues. A look of concern, coupled together with an underlying gaze of disappointment, paints itself across the visage of a female’s face. It’s funny. The fact that she finds herself so overwhelmed,  feeling this way over someone who she doesn’t even know. Though, that never seemed to be a factor, when it came to Shiah and her undying need to lend a hand to those in need.  

         Hastily, the officer digs within her first-aid kit.

       Originally — tonight had started off as any other day. Doing some simple patrolling around the city before calling it a night. And, initially, Shiah hadn’t intended on discovering much. Since arriving in Mount Phoniex, there had yet to be anything of great concern around the city. Lack of anything that would have made her job particularly more difficult. That was true, until tonight. And, it had been a troubling shock for the female officer as she came to find the stranger who was beat and badly bruised.

           With the turn of events, here Shiah was.

           Trying to aid the male before her to the best of her capability. In her time at the police academy — back when she was living in Seoul — there had been a little she had learned when it came to the basics of patching someone up. With the shake of her head and a small, tsk, she does her best to examine his injury.  ❝ What were you even doing out here so late at night ?  ❞ Shiah questions the man, her voice sounding like that of a troubled mother, as she offers him a sympathetic expression.

[miloxmp]

"Do you know how much sleep I've lost over you?"

“If it’s more than five hours, I think you’ve gotta reevaluate some things,” he remarks with an obnoxious pop of his gum. He looks over the elder demigod with an unimpressed expression and a raised brow. Jongin looks rather stressed out and even more unkempt from the last time he saw the man. He won’t admit it, but it does worry him that the other looks so unwell. He’s practically staggering from what Milo can tell.

“What is it about me that’s got you all twisted up this time, huh?” He can’t help but ask. “Also, take it easy.” He add on reaching an arm out to grip the other’s arm so that he can steer him into the nearest seat. “You look like you’re about to keel over or something.”

[mpkomatsu-blog]

// wrong place...wrong time {kn&kj}

@jonginxmp

A string of curses escaped in a jumbled mess as Nana throws on her uniform for work. She was going to be late for work... for the second day in the row. With the clock reading 2:36, Nana had less than 25 minutes to get dressed and get to work which was about a 20-minute walk. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she slams the door to her apartment and tumbled her keys between her hands before she found the key to lock her door. Barely before the key was taken out of the door Nana was practically running down the stairs. 

Her lungs felt tight and sore with every quick step she took, smoking a pack a day doesn’t make you have the best endurance to sprint down three flights of stairs. When she reached the bottom floor she was completely worn out. She struggled for each breath as she ran to the front door of her apartment complex. It was when she opened the door that she saw an unusual sight. A man was sprawled out on the ground at the end of the stairs to her apartment.  The girl tried to stifle a hoarse laugh as she slowly walked passed the man, “What a mess” she whispered to herself. 

It was as she began to walk away that pang of guilt stuck Nana’s heart. “Fuck!” she cursed to herself before she turned to the man still on the concrete. 

“Hey, buddy...” She said softly kicking the man in the leg. Seconds ticked by and still, nothing happened. “Okay man, listen you have to wake up!” She said a little louder and slapping him on the shoulder. “Ughh come on man!!!” she begged, shaking him. Nana claimed that it was guilt that kept her from leaving the man, but honestly what is a better excuse for being late than being a good Samaritan? 

[mphongbinx-deactive-blog]

palynology | lhb & kji

@jonginxmp​

“You sell lilies here, I assume?” Hongbin asked the clerk at the flower shop, admiring all the pretty flowers. He had found that the victim for a nearby assault had lily pollen on their clothes but said that they had not been near any lilies, so he thought it would be a good idea to get a sample of all the varieties of lilies the flower shop had to see if they matched the pollen. That way, the officers would know for sure where it had come from and the staff could be questioned more critically about the attacker possibly buying lilies that day.

Sometimes his job sounded a little convoluted, but that was sort of the fun of it.

“It’s very important that I get a sample of each type of lily. I’ll buy one of each, so I can test them. They’ll brighten up the lab, too,” he commented cheerfully, examining a nice vase that he thought he might get too. “Do you mind if I take the samples here right now, though? It won’t take long.”

[mpxhyuna]

Kim Jongin, son of Skuld (@jonginxmp​)

The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.