send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- | accepting
✿ = buying them flowers
It’s been a while since anyone had bought him anything, period. And to receive a bouquet of flowers from an old friend, that he only recently got acquainted with once more, made me feel bad–– even if it was just for a bit. “Shouldn’t I have been the one to give you these instead?” Raising a brow in question, with a chuckle escaping his mouth. “Well in return, would you allow me to buy you a drink?”
The moment he managed to enter her apartment was the moment he sensed that something was wrong—something is currently bothering the woman, although he doesn’t want to impose anything that could possibly place them in a weary situation. He’s dealt with a lot of things pertaining to the matter at hand in the past before, back then, all he used to do is to call an ambulance, but he knew too well that the woman would never want too much attention to restrain herself with, so all he could do is to be her aid at the moment that she needed it the most.
Myungsoo quickly maneuvers himself by the ground, lifting her up as soon as she collapsed on the floor. It doesn’t seem like someone wanted her to pass out like this, although it may seem that someone may have bothered to put something on her drink or anything that she probably ate at the moment. Being a detective, particularly keen on investigating drug smuggling and hoarding around the underground department of Seoul, he’s been exposed with such, so he knew the smell as soon as it left her lips. He brings her up to the couch, the only reasonable place where he could walk to a certain number of steps, as he knew that he might not be able to go to the bed if he were to try, the drug might cause her body to do restless things, and he doesn’t want that to happen.
“Naeun, Naeun.” He shakes her body gently, tapping her cheek to bring her back to a conscious state, at least even if she’s half asleep, he knows that she’s still there and she’s not going anywhere. He needs medication, fast. An opposite drug to reclaim her mind and the way her body somewhat gave up on her. “Fuck, you can’t just—“ There’s no use in scolding a body whose mind and soul aren’t intact with, Myungsoo knows too well that there’s no point in this, unless he does something to ease her from that state. He takes a deep breath, damn, sometimes women are too fragile for their own good—he takes a mental note to scold her when she’s in a good condition, but right now, all he manages to do is to grab some smelling salt and some lemon to feed her, or rather, squeeze the juice on her lips to let her taste the sourness of it—hoping to bring her mind back at ease.
INTOXICATION IS AN ADDICTING FEELING she starts to sink in, into the veins. one shot after another, the bottles were clean from every single droplet that paints into the core of her throat. she smells like a bar, a mixture of tobacco and whiskey that stains the fabric of her clothes as she scrunches her nose at the smell of herself. naeun doesn’t think a lot about what she does, she ends up doing it when the stress builds up inside of her mind. as if happiness was one thing she could obtain within her fingertips.
“look here, m'dear i can stand on the heels of my feet. no problem.” slurred words were coated in regret by the way she drank too much tonight. her steps were steady and careful, trying to prove a point but she’s leaning to one more side than the other. finding it a little more challenging than it should be. hand waving from left to right, denial is one thing she’s constantly doing when feeling lightheaded and drunk. though, she’s still wanting to show the latter that she’s on both of her feet. for now.
a twirl then a pause at a spot, noticing her from a few feet away. palms glided over the sides of her face, maintaining her slightly blurry gaze at her then. “not too drunk, okay? i can be perfectly fine let me just go home.” wherever home may be, naeun doesn’t know too much. trying to find a stable balance in order to situate herself to catch her breath before she starts to shift once again. naeun heard these types of inquiries from many people, those who act like they care when obviously they don’t. at least, wanting the benefits of lending a hand.
No, no -- definitely not good. The woman wasn’t in her good state of mind, and what she was doing was merely fooling herself that she was sober. How typical of people who had fallen drunk. She had seen too much and had heard too much whenever this happens. People would try their hardest to prove that they were okay, and they would end up tripping over their feet with their faces kissing the floor. She wouldn’t let her friend do that, she promised she would tag along for the sake of looking after Naeun as she had no intention in drinking. A couple shots, that was all, but she was sober and thinking clearer than the latter.
Her two feet stayed fixed on the cement floor, arms crossing over her chest whilst she watched the woman attempted to walk in a straight line. Only if she could see herself right now -- a drunken mess, where did the graceful woman go? It was normal, she knew. Alcoholic beverages have these effects on people, but nonetheless, she could only heave a heavy sigh as Naeun continued to be stubborn.
“Stop. You’re going to fall down...” She warned the female in a hushed voice, not wanting to grab people’s attention that were around -- they all reeked of alcohol anyway. Attempting to grab Naeun by her wrist, she pursed her lips as she stayed calm, one of her redeeming qualities, her patience comes second to none. “Let’s go home, okay?” Reassurance was then offered towards the other woman as she called the cab that drove by, pulling the door open as she took a seat. “Come on in, let’s go home, Nae.”
Family is very important. Although Ahreum doesn’t have much of a connection to her current family, she hopes that in the future, she will have a strong connection with the family she will have made for herself (husband, kids, etc.)
14. What is your muse’s deadly sin?
Hm… I’d have to say envy.
16. How does your muse see themselves in 5 years? What about 10?
5-10 years? Hopefully married with one or two kids, a nice house just outside of Seoul, and a little garden in the backyard to grow some fruits or vegetables. Still an astronomer, too– A happy life, a simple life.
20. What is your muse’s addiction?
Right now, Ahreum does not have any serious addictions (unless you count iced coffee as a serious addiction–). I definitely see her having the possibility to form an addiction to alcohol, or maybe even cigarettes, but something drastic would have to happen for her to rely on those for comfort.
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{ ` message : yooberry } um… what was it exactly?
BREATHING IN WHEN showing defeat at how she couldn’t remember. she doesn’t recall their conversation the last time they’ve encountered one another. naeun is retracing steps, only remembering that she has shift or another one at her second job during this day or another. her fingers scratched along the surface of her cheek. lips puckering to one side as she peers up at the ceiling.
fingers running through her hair before they place over the sides and underneath her phone, typing in a response to the other with a frown curving over her lips. she’s guilty for not recalling what yooyoung wanted or tried to make one remember.
{ ` message : yooberry } (≧д≦ヾ) i can explain, i’ve been busy.
{ ` message : naenae } Do you even know what i am talking about? ㅋㅋ
SHE NOTICED THAT the other seem to be rather jumbled since she probably still be thinking of what she forgot about. yooyoung that morning, more like on that day, she had nothing to do, it feels like she had been doing nothing for a long time and all she wanted to do was to change that buy it was a hard thing to do whenever she spends the days alone at home.
{ ` message : naenae } haha, don’t worry about it though, it’s okay
{ ` message : naenae } but it was my birthday the other day though ://
{ ` message : naenae } i wish presents when i’m bored.
she pressed send, drooping the phone to a side as she rolled to lay on her belly, staring at the phone while she wiggles her legs in the air whole she wondered if the other would reply right away since she have been busy, how nice would it be if, yooyoung, herself was busy, probably the feeling of having a dead brain would dismiss as soon as her mind is busy with other things.
all the pastries/desserts emojis! ( on mobile don't judge ily. )
Send me a food emoji for my muse to answer questions!
source ; accepting! ; for @lilivms.
🍩: Do you approve of your hometown's law enforcement? How about your current home's system? What makes you feel the way you do about it?
“ i feel like the law enforcement is becoming more corrupt. it’s sad, how easily those who we are supposed to rely on for safety can be convinced to do unlawful, immoral deeds for money or power. as for my home.. i feel like i live inside a prison. “
🍮: Traditional or Modern? What do you dislike about the other lifestyle?
“ my mother and father raised me to follow the traditional ways of living, but i’ve adopted my own modern lifestyle. i feel like living a traditional lifestyle can be too much, and the expectations that my parents had for me were outrageous. “
🍦: How often do you treat yourself? What do you treat yourself to? A spa day, alcohol, etc.?
“ .. too often? ha, well.. i try to treat myself at least once a week. i used to indulge in alcohol almost daily, but.. i’ve found new ways to reward myself. an extra slice of cake, a spa day, or even a lazy day where i stay in my pajamas. “
🍧: Do you want children? If so, how many? Do you believe that to be complete, a woman must bear offspring?
“ someday, i would love to have children of my own. before that, i’d like to finish school, establish a career for myself and marry, of course. but not every woman needs to have children in order to be complete. that’s absurd. “
🎂: Do you celebrate birthdays? Do you enjoy birthdays? How do you usually feel on your birthday?
“ of course i do. for myself, and for those close to me, i will always celebrate. it’s a celebration of life, of being born, and that’s miraculous. “
🍰: Are some holidays overly mainstream? Which ones feel pointless and over-exaggerated?
“ hm. i don’t believe any are pointless, otherwise they wouldn’t exist. however, there are some that i don’t celebrate too. “
🍫: Do you have any guilty pleasures? Does the guilt in them come right away or slowly build up? Despite those feelings, are they worth it?
“ no, i do not. why should i be guilty of something that brings me joy? “
🍬: Do you have a sweet tooth? How often do you indulge in sweets?
“ i do, but i try not to indulge in them too often.. since i hate exercising, then i can’t eat too many sweets, otherwise i’ll gain weight! “
🍭: Did you enjoy your childhood? Why or why not? What memory most influenced your current reflection?
“ until i was eight or so, i enjoyed my childhood. i was spoiled, i had a loving mother and a seemingly hard-working and dedicated father. but i was too young at the time to realize how broken my family was. i was ten when my mother left, and my childhood became bleak after that. the only fond memories i hold are the ones of my mother. “
🍯: Have you ever made a promise to someone or yourself that you couldn't keep? How do you feel about it?
“ i try not to make promises that i can’t keep to others. i‘ve promised to stop drinking to my friends many times before i truly did slow down, and i felt awful for making them worry and getting their hopes up. there are many promises i made to myself that i did not keep. “
