#mp;joong

[mp-khjoong]

sharing is caring? |joong+jj|

continued from here. 

@mp-jungjin

Storm grays watched intently as the other ate, chopsticks lingering between Joong’s lips bite after bite. The other was rather cute in his sudden fluster that rang through warmth in his cheeks. The action didn’t go unnoticed by the darker brunette, curling the corner of his lip upward like a feline’s smile in response. The chopsticks lowered to set to the tray again, head tilting amusedly into his leather bound knuckles propped up by the elbow on the edge of the table. 

“Don’t sweat yourself so much, cutie.” Joong purred coyly. “I’d rather know you had a fair share than going hungry. If you’re still hungry, I’ll gladly order a second round for you.” Moving to grip his glass, he brought it up to wrap his lips around the straw and steal a sip, before setting it back down. A quick wipe dried the condensation off his glove, stretching it out towards the timid other. “I’m Joong, and you are quite welcome to join me if you’d like.”

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im dreaming. |joong+hades|

@mphades​

“Go. Walk the bridge, and there you will find him waiting for you.” “Him, who?” “Your Uncle, in a sense. Hades.”

“Did you just say Ha-?!” Whipping around, gray orbs met nothing. The form that lingered at his side for hours now – attempting to explain everything – was just...gone. Joong’s brows furrowed in together at the confusion coursing through his veins, blinking free of the physical restraint in his creases. “Thanks, Dad.” He scoffed, gloved hand swiping down the length of his face. “Gee, son. I’m your Dad, I’m Thanatos – the god of Death. By the way you’re a demi-god and there’s a safe place waiting for you. Just cross this rickety ass, creepy looking bridge into the voice of nowhere and find your Uncle? HADES. The God of the fucking Underworld!”

Oh, his day was just not going the way he had ever thought it would upon waking this morning. “Uncle Hades, that’s fucking rich.” The sour brunette grumbled out to himself, as his body moved on auto-pilot. One boot after the other crunching the roughage beneath him that lingered on this so-called bridge to safety. He wondered just what he was in for on the other side. If it truly belonged to the Gods, as his sperm donor had said, was it a beautiful place? Ethereal even? Something humans could only dream of? A strange sense of curiosity rippled the demi-god’s spine, coupled with a spell of anxious excitement to see what truly lay in store; just beyond that veil.

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joong at karaoke. |space oddity - david bowie|

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nudge – Cal nudges Hongjoong

Swaying with the nudge given, gray orbs opened to peer thickly towards the back of the head retreating away. Arms took root folded over his chest, leaning against Sombra Muerte’s wall. He’d been enjoying a small lull in his activities, when he nearly toppled over partially dozing with the nudge from the other. Letting his eyes adjust, Joong’s lips curled to a wicked grin. “Keep it up and I’ll sick a dog on you, your highness.~”

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hug – hades embraces joong

meme prompts - accepting!

For what felt like forever, the demi stared at the man before him with swimming orbs that just couldn’t pick a place to just focus. Hades, his Father’s best friend. His Uncle, of sorts; at least that was the description given to him. They were strangers, as distant as could be; but...it didn’t seem to deter the God from enveloping the young soul into his arms.  Joong stumbled into the male and slowly closed his arms in return around the other. “I...guess this is something I should get used to, Uncle?”

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infirmary – joong wakes up in the hospital and finds aphrodite at their bedside; "How many fingers do you see? My goodness, I didn't mean to hit you with my bicycle!"

meme prompts - accepting!

Bright, why was it so bright? Wait, why were his eyes opening again? He hadn’t remembered falling asleep. In fact, he was...heading to work last he remembered. Joong’s storm grays shifted towards the sudden hand in his vision, blinking the haze clear as they followed the hand to the female at his...bedside? A hospital. Did she say she hit him with her bike? Fuzziness swirled across the forefront of his mind, gloved hand lifting to nudge her hand from his face, swiping over his features irritably. “Zico’s going to kill me for being late.”

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bed – Valentina makes Hongjoong lie down

meme prompts - accepting!

The effects had hit him sooner than he expected. The use of his ability to bring down a rowdy patron at Dr. Feelgood’s had taken it’s toll on the demi, and in turn made him as sick as the other. Head spun wildly with the rush, a gentle hand felt guiding him down to the floor to give him a chance to recover. Brows creased in together tightly, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “I would thank you, beautiful, if I wasn’t so nauseous.” Joong grumbled as he flattened out, letting the feelings take him in waves. “I owe you a drink.”

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itch to scratch. |joong+seonghwa|

@mpxseonghwa​

It wasn’t often that Joong woke up with the itching for pain, but so far his life hadn’t exactly been his normal routine. He’d moved into the safety of the rather normal looking God’s town, gotten a job that suited his special talents and even made a friend or two along the way. People that actually didn’t mind his strange quirk; because well they were just as fucked up as he was. Some more gentle than others, he assumed. It wasn’t like he would wander around asking every person relativity his age what the fuck they could do. But….perhaps there was a list somewhere?

But today, his mind was solely focused on the craving his body was under to feel the needle scratch the skin again. Tattoo or piercing; it didn’t matter which. His skin burned for the ache it gave in the most delicious way. Which is what dragged the rough looking demi to the doorstep of Taste of Ink. If Joong’s memory served him well, and it never tended to fail him, this was where that dark-haired artist he met briefly at Dr. Feelgood’s worked. “Stop by anytime you need a new addition.” Oh, he would be seeing a lot of him.

The door chimed as he pushed it open, stepping inside to the warmer air within the walls, and let his dark eyes drift from one end of the shop to another. Grays narrowed in on black hair sitting in a chair, the side profile of a strong jaw glowering at him. Twistedly, Joong’s lips curled like a felines up the traces of his cheeks, letting his feet carry him closer. Without warning her spun the artists chair, eyes turning wickedly amused as he came face to face with the same boy from that night. Leather gloves gripped the arms of the chair on either side of him as he bent into view. “I’ll take that offer now.~”