Free to be Roleplayed
Kim Kibum, SHINee [ x ]
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Free to be Roleplayed
Kim Kibum, SHINee [ x ]
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Send me a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours knocking on their door in the middle of the night.
Standing on the stool, tip of her toes coming into contact with the surface as she extends her hands out. Pinning down the thread to plaster it against the wall, pressing the photos of memories along the porcelain white wall in her office. Teeth sinking down on her lower lip in order to focus, concentrating instead of thinking of collapsing and breaking her ankle during the process on accident.
There's a tiny sigh escaping, a rather shaky one but she remains her posture. Balancing herself in one foot in order to finish decorating, adding tiny details inside her space until she hears the door bell ringing a good four times. Causing her to suddenly stumble, hands pressed against the wall securely and a shout of frustration emits out of those tiny lips. Maybe, she wasn't in the brightest of moods due to lack of energy but mainly because she spent hours in her office space trying to finish.
A break. Just one break for a couple of minutes might help.
Jumping down on the stool, feet landing perfectly fine with arms stretching above her head. The woman's eyes were plastered on the clock, wondering who was arriving around 11 PM in the evening. Expecting everyone to be settled in a place called home or being out to get intoxicated to forget their problems. Things she could be doing right now.
"I'm coming!"
Those words slipped past immediately, ushering over to the front door in order to unlock it for the company who decided to visit her. Naeun's head peeks out through the tiny space, brows raised when she meets eye to eye with a friend she hasn't exactly spoken to in quite a while. They weren't close but - she knew him to some level compared to others. There's a timid smile, seems quite forceful but she appeared friendly. "Yes? Oh! Come in." Opening the door, creating available space for the older male to step into the warm and comfort of her place.
keysandlighters said: Looking down at his shoes, he pursed his lips while swallowing. “K.. Key.” He gave a curt bow. “I was— wondering if it was possible that you had a first aid kid or something.” He gestured to one of the new marks on his forehead.
Key. Odd name, but she had no time to ponder it as she grabbed him by the arm, snatching the lighter out his hand and hissing as it singed her fingers. "Sit down at the table, I have a first aid kit in the kitchen." Her tone was firm, leaving absolutely no room for arguments from the stranger.
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Send me a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours knocking on their door in the middle of the night
It’s three in the morning, Min Young had barely slept for two hours, her current long shifts killing nearly all her actual sleeping time into small naps and checkups on her door. However, at a soft and incredibly persistent knocking on her door, the detective groaned and slipped from her bed, running a hand through her messy hair and glanced into the peek hole, unable to see much else than a speck of blond hair through the dark halls.
With another sigh, Min Young unlocked the door, only to find the color in her face leaving at the man standing in front of her. He was no one she recognized, but his appearance made her want to run for the gun kept hidden away in the kitchen.
He was definitely blond, but covered in dirt and small splatters of blood that she couldn't quite tell were his or someone else's. Part of his clothes were tattered, likely the result of a fight. But, what disturbed Min Young the most -- the burning lighter in his hand. Metal slowly melting away as if it had been on for hours on end.
"Who the hell are you?"
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☂ for something my muse wants to protect
"My sister," the girls said in chorus.
7, 18.
7) What's your strangest talent?
I can pick things up using my toes—
18) Do you believe in karma?
Yes, kind of.
11, 13, 30, 43.
11:What do I missSleep
13:Favorite colorRed.. Black.. Blue
30:Favorite bandAnswered
43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Since I live with 6 other people, we gotta be quick so maybe about 30 minutes or less, it depends.
keysandlighters replied to your post:I’m bored and there’s so much faces I haven’t met...
"Cutie alert."
"Omo, I know they're staring right at me."