#kyungsoost

[chovmbna]

— the petal falls

@kyungsoost - continuation

It was hard for Bina to look and Kyungsoo in the face. She wasn’t truly made or angry at him just... disappointed. Be it they haven’t known each other as long as her other friends but she had trusted him enough to spill some of her secret when she drag him to her home one night after finding him all cut up. Sadly she couldn’t really hide it when the man was bleeding and turning her hand into a claw to cut a piece of aloe but it was because he smelled familiar, a scent that only had good vibes. 

“I’m not mad it’s just...,” She couldn’t really understand why she was upset or even explain. Truth be told her nose was the one who confirmed what he really was, being her snake senses on a constant high alert and having a dear friend that had the same scent as he. But then it would be hypocritical of her to say one thing and not tell him the truth as well. She sighed at the thought, clipping away at the rose thorns from the stem refusing to look at the other.

“You have had to known I was a shifter right? I mean your own nose and my slip up when we first met were dead giveaways. But of course you don’t know my main form so its understandable.” She accidentally pricked on of her fingers on a thorn and watch as she began to bleed but not even five seconds later the wound was closed up and then went back to cutting as if nothing happened, “I better get a lot of brownies then.” It was still a mystery to her how to feel since these were emotions that have never entered her system before. If anything Bina would like to hear the truth from him first before she does any further explanation of how she sniffed him out but at this point it was hard to determine where they both stood.

[gongyoohooo]

“There goes my reputation.”

“You said it,” wiping away the spilled drink with some napkins mindfully provided by the bartender. Noon, nowhere near the appropriate time to drink, let alone wallow in self-depreciation. However, Yoo did little to partake in the alcohol, minding his bubbly drink of cola in a regular, medium glass. “The place’s is usually empty…” he grumbles in slight whispers, hoping to continue discussing the deal with the manager of the establishment who seems preoccupied by the mess at the moment. Yoo’s endeavors in buying buildings is clearly young, never actually pursuing that type of wealth until now. Ironically, the purchase will only allow him to put him name on the place, essentially buying off the debts amounted by the bar and burdening himself with it, all in favor for a long-time friend. The dragon man understands, being more than capable of paying it off, yet accepting the ‘deed’ as a sign of good will should he one day actually want to run such a dark corner of the world. His friend insists on it. “So, how about we just get to signing the papers before…” gazing away at a drunken bastard on the next stool, “Nevermind, give me that pen already.”

[gongyoohooo]

#5, #9, #16

How old was your muse when they had their first kiss?

“Maybe, one? Not really sure when my mother kissed me, straight out of the womb I hope.”

Sixty-two — Sixty-three as the calendar timings are possibly different then. Yoo considers his first real kiss with Mizuko, the Japanese maiden he first loved. He believes the past kisses in between making out and making it to the bedroom during his times traveling China and southern Korea to be nothing, truly nothing. Supporting this, he shares his experience of heavenly delight, though it might just be the shortest kiss in his history, the kiss felt eternal to him and practically marked a new chapter of his tested life back then.

The best thing they could cook.

“Are you asking because you’re hungry? Hahaha…”

Bucatini all'Amatriciana, Yoo’s main pasta specialty. It took him years of tinkering to be satisfied with the amount of hot flavor coming from such as small source of spaghetti. He loves pancetta and loves it more when he cranks the amount of spiciness with the black pepper. Depending on his meaty mood, he might add more of the Italian bacon just to satisfy himself. The man can create the meal for one, two, or an entire family of eighteen of it requires him to.

A place they sometimes wind up falling asleep in, even if they’re supposed to.

“I’ve pretty much slept everywhere, though. Crawling on the staircase, business in the bathroom, and…”

Yoo has sometimes falls asleep on his office chair, located near the living room, in its separate enclosing. Many of his times on that seat are late-night, inspired times of reading, writing, and producing. He has knocked-out on there often when trying new hobbies or strolling through habitual gaming or browsing on the internet.

[chovmbna]

“I’m hugging you, shut up.”

— Bina was inclined to keep on talking as she cried but then it the outcomes would just be blabbering nonsense and more hiccups. She whines in his embrace but does not push him away, only taking in the protective aura. Things have been rough for Bina since her birth and to find someone to share her interests with was an understatement of happiness. Most of her life had gone being alone and the butt of all jokes and then a nice person by the name of Kyungsoo comes and just makes her day. Have they been friends very long; not really but because of her lack of such closeness she feels entitled to bestow such a title to the other. 

If she would really think about it the only reason she allowed the embrace was because he too smelled like flowers and probably the one main reason why they became close. Bina doesn’t mind the reason only truth be told it gave her more of a reason to love flowers even more. Luckily her sobs died down and decided it was a good time to return the hug and decide what plant should she give him to say thank you.

[chovmbna]

#5, #16, #18

HEADCANONS:

5. How old was your muse when they had their first kiss?

Bina had her first kiss just after she turned 20 with someone on a dare at a graduation party. It had gone around her group of friend that she never had it so they stuck her in a closet blindfolded and someone else came in and kissed her. To this day she wished she knew who it was because she wanted to tell them thank you and that they are a good kisser.

16. A place they sometimes wind up falling asleep in, even if they’re supposed to.

She has a habit of falling asleep in the flower shop when she closes, especially if she gets a fresh shipment. Sometimes she forgets to open up because she is overjoyed with the sweet smells and soft petals.

18. Three songs that they listen to constantly.

Fade by Philter ft. Younha

Warm by The Neighbourhood  ft. Raury

Chaconne by Ladies’ Code 

[stlwonwoo-blog]

#8, #22, #24

blurbs !

8. what would your muse be like as a parent?

honestly, wonwoo can’t even begin to imagine being a parent. even the idea of dedicating all of his time and attention to something so fragile and vulnerable and impressionable leaves his throat feeling a little dry. it’s not that he’s particularly immature - in fact, he’s always been irrationally mature, even as a child himself - but the idea of fucking up someone’s entire life has his rabbit heart stuttering. ( ask him again in a few years. )

22. what does your muse’s handwriting look like?

it’s a quick and messy kind of scrawl, made for practicality, all sharp lines that lead absolutely nowhere that he has to sometimes squint at to comprehend fully. his hangul is atrocious enough that, while in school, perfectly decent essays were marked zeroes unless he promised to go home and type them, but the latin alphabet leaves even him scratching his own head occasionally.

24. can your muse sing?

he could - to a decent degree, as it turns out, at least when he was a deal younger - although he’s never quite been able to adjust once his voice dropped. he can occasionally be heard singing along to his own renditions of disney classics, the words half mumbled, as he tidies up the shop.