#mp-taeyong

[exmpxfelix]

come clean;

@mp-taeyong | continued from [ here ]

Felix had really been trying his best to keep his messy memory situation from Taeyong, which was quite the feat considering the other male was his boss and essentially his big brother. But, after Taeyong had invited him over for the night and made him a yummy dinner, he couldn’t take it anymore. He hated lying, even by omission. And the last thing he wanted was for his hyung to figure it out by himself and feel betrayed because he did not tell him himself.

“Well... the other day, when I didn’t come in and I said it was because I was sick,” he began sheepishly, fiddling with the long sleeves of his sweater, “um, it was actually because I forgot. That I had to work. And kind of that I had a job, for a bit. It was a weird day.” Even that was kind of toeing the line between truth and lie, and it made him feel queasy.

“I messed up, hyung. I’ve been forgetting a lot.”

[mpxhwiyoung]

Fists Out | Hwiyoung & Taeyong

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Hwiyoung loved a good fight; it was so thrilling to see fists thrown, blood spilled and - now that he was on Mount Phoenix - maybe a little something extra too. At any other time he would have just sit back and watched the demigods get into a fight, but he was still a doctor and under the Hippocratic oath. “I’m afraid that I can’t do that,” he responded, hands buried into his pockets, “As much as I would love to see some excitement in this room, that man was a patient of mine and I’m morally obligated to step in should anything happen to his pacemaker.”

He gave the boy a once over, unsure of neither his intention nor what special skills he might have inherited from his parents. “Do you have super strength? Or are you going to electrocute him?” Hwiyoung questioned, his voice carrying with it a hint of sarcasm, “Or is this just going to be an old fashioned punch up?”

[exmpxdiana]

language barrier;

@mp-taeyong​

Diana was, quite frankly, exhausted. She had stayed up all night writing, and she was pretty much dead on her feet. But she also had absolutely no food in her house, so unfortunately a trip to the grocery store was necessary. And that was how she ended up at the store, shuffling along with a basket of groceries that only vaguely resembled the list clutched in her hand because she could not really be bothered to check that she was getting the right stuff. As long as it was edible, who cares, right?

She had just become distracted by a display of instant noodles that seemed blissfully easy to prepare when she suddenly collided with something-- no, she realized when she looked up. Someone. Her basket had fallen from her hand, but for a moment she just stood there, stock still, like a video that was buffering. Diana.exe has stopped working.

“Sorry!” She finally blurted, turning a rather alarming shade of red. You would think that after being in Mount Phoenix for a while, she would have become at least somewhat fluent in Korean by now, but somehow the entire language seemed to have flown out the metaphorical window, and English was the only thing that came to mind. Apparently she was too tired to be multilingual today. “I-- Sorry, I’m just gonna--” Go crawl into a hole and die, hopefully. She shook her head, crouching to begin collecting the fallen items.

[mplisa-blog]

Death on the dancefloor

@mp-taeyong Lisa took a deep breath as she look in the backstage mirror. She looked more like a dominatrix than a dancer. She wore all black harness all over her upper body with a cropped top. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, falling in the middle of her back. Black high waist shorts were paired with fishnets and boots. And of course the gloves she never takes off. Her make up was perfectly done, she had to admit she outdone herself. So much for a first impression, huh? She loved to dance. She always did danced back home but nothing like a stage with people watching. She couldn’t deny her anxiousness. It was growing on her with a chill on her spine. She took once last glance at the mirror before her name being called to come up the stage. With heavy steps she stood behind the curtains, waiting for her cue. The introduction started and she counted five seconds before finally appearing on the main stage. As soon as the beat started her body moved acording to it. Her body moved like nothing else mattered, not even the people screaming in the crowd. She twirled, her hair like whip in front of her face. The crowd went wild when she lowered herself to the floor slowly, bending her knees, She swung her leg in front of her body, getting into a sitting position. The girl dipped her head towards the floor and her body followed smoothly, crawling closer to the crowd, close enough. She got up fast, swinging her body from side as the lights flashed around her.She swirled one more time before getting to her ending pose. She smiled widely as her first performance had just finished, the spotlights making her left blue eye twinkle under the lights. She bowed deeply before getting of stage. She exhaled loudly, as if she’s been holding her breath forever.She directs herself to the bar and throws herself in one of the chairs, leaning against the cool balcony and touching her forehead in the cool surface. Her hands were shaking a little from nervousness and she closed her eyes trying to get rid of it.

[exmpxfelix]

conflicted;

@mp-taeyong

Felix had a problem. A big problem. He had bumped into his neighbour on the way out of the building earlier that day and their arms had brushed-- which had been alarming both because Taeyong’s skin was really cold, and because of the vision that he had seen as a result. He had managed to keep from blurting out a warning and he had went on his merry way, but the longer he mulled over the startling vision, the more guilty he felt.

After all, a good person would do something to stop a bad thing from happening if they could, even at cost to themselves, right? And he was a good person; or he tried to be a good person, anyway. So he had to warn Taeyong. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did not at least try... But then there was the whole memory loss thing, and he was just settling and starting to figure things out, and he did not want to somehow mess that up. All of his memories had been wiped once, so how did he know that it would not happen again? It was a very hard situation, and he really did not know what he should do.

Was it selfish to want to act in his own best interests, or was it understandable? Did even considering not trying to change things make him a bad person? He had no idea, and the whole thing was giving him a headache.

And that was how he ended up at Minx, sitting at the bar with an untouched soda in front of him. He was probably looking at Taeyong a little too hard. It was probably coming off a little bit creepy. But he was really just trying to figure out what he should do. “If you knew that something bad was going to happen to someone, but you also knew that trying to prevent it would hurt you, is it evil to do nothing?” He suddenly asked, a rather haunted look on his face.

[exmpxfelix]

[ OPEN ] - seeing receiver, sender opens their arms out to them for a hopeful embrace.

"to be held" meme | accepting

Felix grinned as Taeyong opened the door, holding up a bag of pastries and drink tray from the bakery. "I brought breakfast!" He announced happily, seeming very pleased with himself. Taeyong had been working so hard at the studio, so he wanted to give his hyung some treats and help get his day off to a good start.

His smile only grew when he walked into the apartment and set the breakfast down, at which point Taeyong opened his arms for a hug. He wrapped his arms tight around the older male, letting out a content little sigh. After a little while, he reluctantly pulled away so that he could begin unpacking the treats he had bought. "What do you feel like? I have some sweet stuff, some more savory stuff- and hot chocolate, of course!"

[mpxrowoon]

[ TERROR ] - sender hugs receiver out of sheer fear.

"Oft, it's okay, I got you-" Rowoon just manages to gasp out as a body slams into his chest and long arms instinctively wind around the young man who'd run full pelt at him away from a barking dog. He's winded, as he looks over at the chained mutt, barking and snarling in their direction, before he yelps one or two octaves higher then his usual range as a hand touches his back and the feeling of being dunked in fresh ice water shoots up his spine.

"A-Ah cold!... Cold!" He yelps in surprise, his eyes widening and back jarring a little with a wiggle as even just the demigod's hand pressed to his shirt covered back had transferred a power manifested by surprise and fear.

[raidenxmp]

" you were in a really bad way, i wasn't about to abandon you. "

@mp-taeyong

He was thankful for the help he received. His head went blank in that moment of panic when he found his dog injured in the park only after a few minutes of being unsupervised. Who or what attacked him was still a missing piece in the puzzle, the blood that tinted the white fur meant a severe wound, and, somehow, the steps he had to follow using his common sense vanished. Raiden sighed deeply, sitting down on the couch next to the other after accommodating his companion as best as he could in that provisional bed he made. "Thank you for helping us, I didn't know what to do when I saw him like that," he glanced up at the other, offering him a small smile. "We were lucky the vet was rather close, and he got treated right away... It's just that... It makes me so angry! I wasn't there to see what happened or to prevent it!" His dog was precious to him, his loyal and loving companion had always been there for him, and the attack, Raiden took it personally.