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[corinnexlee]

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The shots of pain were quickly ebbing away as the voice broke him from his embarrassment. “Well, it’s not good,” he hummed to himself as he moved to crouch down next to the fallen figure. He tried to tug her out of the way when a speeding bike seemed to have flown by, but perhaps he was a bit too forceful. Ryo ended up pulling the poor girl onto the ground with him, his legs sprawled diagonally over her own. So much for the agility he learned back in the academy.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He was sure he would have a bruise the next day so hopefully she wouldn’t wake up with something much worse. “I’m sorry about that. I was only trying to help,” he apologized, standing up and offering the stranger a hand. “Do you think you can stand?”

Corinne wasn’t even completely sure what just happened. One second she was focused on taking her phone out of her bag and the next second she was on the ground in piercing pain. Her legs felt the impact more than anything else but she was exaggerating when she commented on not feeling them. It all just happened so quickly, she wasn’t sure it happened at all.

“It’s okay. I should have been looking where I was walking in the first place.” Corinne tried reassuring him with a delicate smile. She began to shake her head to wave off his offer to help her for a second, knowing she would be able to get up on her own, but she didn’t want to seem rude. Cori took his hand in hers and grunted lightly as she stood back up, dusting herself off a bit. “Are you alright?” She inquired, scanning over the man in front of her for any visible wounds. “What even happened?”

[jeongaeul]

@lachesismx​:

He was a panting mess. Ryo wondered if his right eye was starting to swell up, he was already having difficulty seeing out of it. Another drug deal gone wrong, another outcome of a predictable story that made him wonder if he really was doing anything good for the city of Seoul. He ran at the flash of a gun. Before he would have stayed and fight, but now he had people he had to protect. Ryo ran aimlessly, ran until he was certain no one was behind him. And all but managed in front of a library of all places. Ryo was fond of books as a child, but lately he had no time for the temporary escape they provided.

The woman’s voice relaxed him some, even though he flinched at the same time. He brought his hand up to cover his eye and tried to bow politely. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble, I just-” A sudden wave of exhaustion flooded over him and he offered a polite smile. “I might…. Yes-” He looked around for an appropriate place to sit.

To say that Gaeul had been surprised when the male stumbled into the library would be an understatement. She had been so startled that she knocked her cup of tea over and in her haste to catch it, a couple of books that were on her desk landed ungraciously on the floor.  She winced, but still made her way over to the male and shook her head with a reassuring smile although she couldn’t help but to feel worried: he didn’t seem in good shape and she wasn’t sure she’d know how to deal with an injured man in the library. 

“There’s no one else but me here, don’t worry.” She assured with a small smile and gestured to one of the old seats she knew was comfortable enough. “Please go sit down. I highly doubt myself to be able to drag you there if you ever collapsed or something-- Not that I would let you die on the floor though! That’s definitely not what I meant. Are you alright? Do you need something?” 

[hydvn-blog]

"I want another one."

   Hayden panned at the other, the six-month-old child slumped peacefully against their chest while one thin hand worked perpetual circles into the little girl’s onesie, wanting to ensure that the infant stayed asleep.

   “You’re crazy.” Hayden mumbled, peeking down at the baby before finally moving to put her in the crib, hands careful and gaze focused as they lingered over the construction of wooden bars and a zoo-themed cushion. Hayden was always accustomed to lack of sleep, but this was just exhausting. It was evident by the tufts of walnut brown hair that lay in clumps on their head, the shirt that hung too loosely over their thin shoulders, and the crazy glint in their eyes whenever the baby - their baby - actually went to sleep.

   When the girl had been safely tucked into her crib, Hayden washed out a sigh of relief and closed their eyes for a brief moment, digging a set of thin fingers through their terribly disarrayed hair and turning to lumber toward Ryo. Almost immediately, Hayden drowned their face against the taller male’s chest, arms slinking at his waist and lips parting to channel a groan into his shirt.

   “No more of those. You know how much that thing hurt on the way out?”

[hydvn-blog]

Up in Flames //= Hayden [+] Ryo

     The papers in Hayden’s hands hadn’t moved since they’d found them, some strewn in small heaps over the surface of the desk while the remainder was nestled snug between thin fingers. The student was slumped, free hand curled through short, thick locks as they read over the piece again and again, drinking in the stamped seal that marked the bottom of each paper. It was one that Hayden had been trained to avoid- or to snuff out if they’d come by even a hint of involvement, but it had been right under their nose. And someone was going to take the fall for it.

      Ears pricked and head lifted when the front door eased open. There he was, so carelessly hanging his jacket over the couch, setting his keys down- and turning to greet the smaller one. But Hayden was furious. Their features were set with a dark layer that only intensified the fire making sharp leaps in their eyes, finally standing from their seat and walking forward to shove the papers in front of their assistant’s face.

      “What the fuck is this, Ryo?” The shorter growled, pinning the papers to his chest before letting go and crossing their arms.

      “Disgusting. I should tell my boss about you.”

[theqameison]

Stockholm

Stockholm: What scares you?

Unknown -- It may seem rather foolish for a detective to be scared of the unknown, however, I think it's justifiable. There is a lot out there that the world doesn't know nor understands. So one should always tread with caution with something that's unfamiliar.

[sehunnini-blog]

Dear future me,

Dear future Sehun,

Sehun no wanna fall in love too fast again. Too many people leave when Sehun fall too much in love. Be careful, future Sehun. ‘Cause poor heart no need no more pain. Also! Keep chin up, ‘cause bad no ast forever. An’ Sehun gotta look and remember why Sehun needa smile.

'Cause Sehun look best when Sehun smile.

[hydvn-blog]

☼

2 : to yours moaning my muse’s name

     Hayden knew that there was a time and a place for fingers and unnaturally tight pants, but what fun would it be without raising the stakes?

     “Listen.” The words were mouthed by two lips curled cynically over stark white teeth. Hayden’s palm covered Ryo’s mouth, fingers played with the softness of his cheek, and eyes burned into his under the shallow light of the  moon that stretched over the balcony. The guests inside were buzzing; their voices dripped with wine and stale money waiting to be spent on the product in Hayden’s briefcase. Piano and stringed instruments wove between the pompous voices that wafted from the open screen door. Anyone could enter at any moment; it was a game of chance, and Hayden was so frightfully fond of seeing Ryo squirm in his suit. 

     Hayden had made a bet with him. He would be singing their name by the end of the night - grooming it with that smooth tongue of his, then fastening a bow with his beautiful thin lips. Ryo had only shot Hayden a flustered glare and ventured to ignore them. His prudence was just the thing to spark a flare of competition within the smaller. They would win, even if it put their reputation on the chopping block.

     Now Hayden’s free hand had wormed just below the waistline of Ryo’s trousers, fingers pinched around the elastic of his underwear to pull until his manhood was painfully restricted. The air was thick between them despite the nipping cold breeze. Hayden’s amusement fell to a burning concentration. Ryo was struggling. He resisted so often that Hayden could pick out every inch of vulnerability in situations like this. Hayden’s fingers lowered the strip of boxers, then tugged them up harder, jerking them at an angle and watching his back cave. The smaller tsked.

     “Come on.” They murmured, sharp eyes glancing toward the screen door when voices drew near. People were coming. Ryo’s eyes held a hint of panic before they squeezed shut. He was working out a problem that could have had both of them kicked. Hayden would have been lying if they hadn’t admitted to the whirl of butterflies that batted through their stomach. It was invigorating. The voices had to have been near the threshold. Hayden’s hand plunged deeper in a rush with all cards thrown on the table. Their fingers gripped his outline until Ryo was spilling a lush moan into their palm. It felt like silk draping through their fingers. Clearing their throat to drown the noise, Hayden retracted their hand just in time for a middle-aged couple to enter the shared balcony, lips inherently settled into a wide grin.

     “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

[theqameison]

11 and 12

11. Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

An Organized Chaos: His one bedroom apartment at Cheonguk is filled with books and papers scattered throughout the premises, however, he knows exactly where everything is so long as no one tried to clean up or touch his belongings.

Cryptic Coded Messages: Whenever Woobin writes down notes or lines in his black journal he writes them in a code that he only knows. That way, should it fall into the wrong hands, no one can make out what he has written.

Flair For Dramatics: Although he would state otherwise, the consulting detective likes to do things his way. This in turns usually ends up over-the-top. His mentality and reasoning is essentially this: 'Only one will die tonight'.

Knows No Boundaries: He has unorthodox methods in order to achieve his goals. This means he will ask anything (usually uncensored) and will do just about anything (i.e. breaking laws, lying, etc.) if it is a means to an end.

Work Under Pressure: Most of his investigations are usually time sensitive. Hence the reason why the consulting detective finds that he works faster when there is emanate danger, pressure applied, or stress. It's a race against the clock.

12. Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?

There once was a time when the consulting detective became so overwhelmed by an investigation he ultimately had to stop and take a break from his work. He refers that case as: 'Do you know the way to San Francisco'. It took such an emotional, mental, and physical toll on him, he was out of work for nearly a whole month before the Chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency sent him to see a psychiatrist for an evaluation.