#mouse;starter

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starter for @instantlyiconic ft past!mouse 

“That’s a pretty big shipment for one person...”

“-I don’t hire you for your brain, little mouse” the blonde grimaces a little with a squirm as large fingers pinch the flesh of his cheek. Soft, peachy and freckle spattered skin quickly booming red under the not-so-gentle pressure as it’s given a little tug, before Mouse pulls himself away with a grumble. He knows he should stay quiet, but as the boss always says, some mice just squeak.   

Turning away from the imposing form of his boss, Mouse grabs his backpack once it was done being packed. Large taped bricks of drugs weighing against his back, before he quickly grabs his skateboard and moves to leave. “Remember, don’t-” the deep voice of the man calls out, but Mouse cuts him short as he calls back, “-get caught, I know!” Then with a clatter of wheels on cement, the runner disappears through the open hanger door and heads for downtown. 

This was one of his least favourite drop off points, from the dingy exterior of the rundown hotel and even worse out of date interior, to the lecherous doorman who thinks him here for another kind of hourly business transaction, Mouse is happy once he’s in the room and bed-springs squeak under him as he rather trustingly throws himself down onto dusty covers and waits for his contact to arrive. 

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starter for @tinyboibigheart​ ft mouse 

The key turns in the lock, and with a jingle of key rings Mouse slowly unlocks the other’s apartment and pushes the door open, stepping in to the quiet, dark place. With a sigh he shuffles in, convenience store plastic bag swinging in his spare hand as he moves to kick off his trainers and slip on Jiwoo’s house slippers. Once inside he drops the keys in the bowl and collects the letters from the mat to lay out on the side, with the pile from the last time he was here. Jiwoo had left him keys to sort mail, water his plant and have a place to go, should he need it. Truth of it was Mouse both hated and loved coming here. It was clean and quiet, Jiwoo had a better TV then his crappy old box a mile deep, had more channels, nicer neighbourhood and better heating/air con... but at the same time, it depressed him how quiet it was, and how lonely it felt.

Flicking the kettle on once he enters the kitchen, Mouse dumps the convenience food he’d bought in it’s bag on the counter, and moves over to water the plant by the window sill. Leaning down he gazes at it’s green leaves, dark bags under his own eyes and a little stubble on his chin. He’d forgotten to shave, he has no one to remind him. Or to care if he skips a meal or forgets to shower. 

After pouring some water into the soil, he attacks a instant-noodle pot, just as the kettle clicks and he sets about making himself dinner. Spicy sausage and chicken noodles... wasn’t exactly what he was used to having around here, but it was about all he could make. Then he’s settle down to watch whatever film was on, eat his dinner and wait for Jiwoo to read his text and reply... 9.30 and he still hadn’t seen it. 

msg: going to the flat now. plants still alive. miss you

By 11 he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, so forces himself up, kicks off his jeans and crawls into Jiwoo’s bed, with another, unhappy sigh he checks his phone one last time, before curling up on his side to sleep. 

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♡ blind date starter for @asy-kebin ft Mouse 

“A-ah, late... late-!” Mouse mutters to himself in irritation as he slips through the busy street on hurried, quick steps, phone clutched in his hand and the pop-up theme Seoul cafe in sight. A series of unfortunate set backs had meant he’d left the house late, caught the later subway, and was now nearly 10 minutes late for his blind date. 

Swinging on the door, leaning in to the cafe and breathing heavily with a frantic look in his eye, hair a little messy and backpack slipping from his shoulders, Mouse gazes around, wondering just who could be the ‘cute, totally your type-!” boy his friend had mentioned.