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‘No Admittance except on Party Business’
Hoshi rolls his eyes playfully and pushed Baekhyun’s shoulder. “Oh hush… Every time I’m with you it is ALWAYS party business. Either party business or other kinds of illegal business… Of course your secrets are safe with me Bacon. We should schedule some ‘party’ business together when you are free” ;)
'I would rather share one lifetime with you, than spend all the ages of this world alone.’
“O-oh! Oh my gosh, that’s really sweet~ Thank you so much Namjoon Hyung!” Hoshi smiled and bowed, before catching his words. “I-I mean seonbae… I’m so sorry. I mean unless you want me to c-call you- I mean you are like a role model to me, hyung, I-I mean seonbae..” Hoshi rambled on, fiddling with the rings on his fingers and avoiding your gaze as much as possible. “I-I feel the same about you too….” Hoshi mumbled softly, hiding his face in his hands and scooting out of his sight.
○Clumsiness
@mpxtaekwoon
Hoshi was in The Flower Mill as he always was every weekend afternoon. He was typing away at his laptop writing small notes to himself about all of his chapters that he had to study for, since finals were coming soon. The waiter, one of his brother’s friends, came over to the table handing him his order: a large chocolate chip pecan muffin with raspberry rose tea, blood red in color. The young student sipped at his tea and picked pieces of his muffin as he continued to study his materials. He always watched as new faces walked in and out doors of the cafe, his eyes catching a super tall guy with dark, defined features.
After he became sick of studying and nothing remain of his snack other than a small red puddle of red tea lay at the bottom of his cup and a muffin wrapper, Hoshi packed his laptop in his small bag and gathered his cup and his trash to throw away. The young boy was only a few footsteps away from the trash bin when someone stepped in front of making him lose his balance trying to avoid them. Hoshi tripped over his own foot, falling sideways and bumping straight into someone’s chest, dropping his cup and his paper. The cup didn’t break luckily, but the person’s whom he bumped into bright white shirt was now stained blood red in the center. Hoshi dropped to grow to pick up his trash.
Looking up at the victim of his clumsiness, Hoshi’s breaths grew shallow when he saw it was the same tall boy with dark hair and dark eyes. However, they look a lot scarier up close and when he was angry. “I-I am so so so s-sorry…..” Hoshi stuttered, hurrying to pick his stuff of the ground, continuing to stay in a bowed position as he got up, too afraid to look into the tall boy’s eyes. “Please f-forgive me.”
♧Be my tutor friend?
@mpnamjoon
Classes normally go by slow for Hoshi, but today classes seemed to move in slow motion. Hoshi couldn’t wait for the professor to stop talking so he could rest or go fix some tea or do anything other than think about schoolwork. Organic chemistry was always the worst class of the day. Even though, it was the last class of the day for most, it droned on for hours and it didn’t have any practical applications to the field of medicine, at least to Hoshi. The young boy spent most of the class fiddling with his pencil, staring out the window, or observing other students.
Today was an extra boring day. The professor pointed to some unpronouncable chemical compound on the board and started rambling of properties of it, basically lulling Hoshi in to snooze. The only thing that kept him awake was the guy with the bright hair at the front of classroom answering all the questions. His smart responses counteracted the professor's montone slur of words and actually helped Hoshi learn something in the class. The demigod found himself staring in awe for a good bit before the older turned around and Hoshi quickly ducked his head down.
He was nothing less of a genius. A genius with good hair too. His name slipped the younger’s mind right when the professor complimeted him on his explanation of some random chemical reaction. ‘Well done, Namjoon’. Namjoon. Right, the guy Seokjin hyung is always on the phone with or going out with. He said he’s super talented though. The brown-haired student wondered if he could help him with studying. Hyung talks about how awesome he is all the time…
Hearing the usual “class is over!” beckon, Hoshi watched as the polished student tidied up his books before heading for the back entrance. Hoshi grabbed his small notebook, hurrying to catch up with him before he left. He ran up the auditorium steps and turned into the hallway almost bumping straight into him. “I-I’m sorry..” he stuttered out, looking up at him, “Y-you are Namjoon, right? Can I speak to you, seonbae?”
W-who's there? {Closed}
@mpjennie
Hoshi had wandered around the entire day alone, exploring the city and collecting all the special herbs and flowers on his way that he knew were running out in Miach’s inventory. The young demigod chewed on a plant of jasmine when he approached a large expanse of forest. He looked up at the trees which seemed to touch the sky and cover anything below it in a sea of darkness. As he stood and observed, a strong cold wind blew past the forest’s entrance and past his small frame giving him chills up his spine. His interest exceeded his fears as he walked a bit closer.
He noticed a few roots of tumeric and thyme near some shrubbery at the foot of the forest’s entrance. The brown-haired boy skipped over to uproot some herbs when he heard leaves rustling around him. Getting a bit frightened, the younger clung to bush he was next to. The day was overcast once again, the sun not here to protect him and cast shadows of those monsters or humans who could be wandering around. Hearing another snap of a twig, the young boy lept in the bush beside him, hiding his head in his legs hoping whoever or whatever that was around him, not knowing that his body glowing, emitting a bright gold matte light that sparkled through the bush’s branches .
healer / inari & hoshi
One of Inari’s messenger foxes hadn’t reported back to him at the time he was meant to. Usually, it meant the foxes had gotten themselves in troubled, or injured; if a fox had been killed, Inari would have felt it immediately. Inari took his car out and, in human form, retraced the steps his fox would have done on his usual routine. Now the Chief of Police, Inari adorned the uniform; the badge in his wallet, and the utility belt because, as much as Inari could do as a God, he didn’t really have long range offensive powers. He found the fox in an alleyway of the city, but with a boy haunched over him. Inari’s eyes widened, becoming wary. What had this boy done to his fox? Was he some kind of fox killer? People of all nations somehow thought foxes were pests, and the thought made him on edge. “What are you doing, kid?” He asked quietly, as to not startle the boy in case something bad happened to the fox.
♢Brother?
@mpseokjin Hoshi didn’t bring much with him to Mount Pheonix other than a couple of pairs of clothes, some shoes, and of course some of his favorite blankets and stuffed animals. He brought most of his belongings in booksacks since he wasn’t fond of the idea of lugging large trunks across a bridge. So, the young male spent most of his free day shopping around at some stores in the area for some other small plants and books to make his new space more like home.
The brown-haired boy lugged up the stairs with his last backpack and few bags of paints to paint the flower pots he purchased. Hoshi huffed down the hallway, and after what seemed like forever making it to his door. The young boy shuffled for his keys, retrieving from his side pocket and attempted to turn the key with his full hands when a large thud startled him, making him drop some of his bags including his booksack spilling all of his stuffed Rilakkuma and Pororos from home. Hoshi let out a large sigh and hurridely open his apartment door, picking up a few bags and his booksack in order to hide all the rest of his shame. While rushing into his apartment, his booksack strap got caught on his doorknob, knocking the small boy off his feet and sending the rest of his flying out into his doorway and into the hallway. Hoshi winced and squeaked out a small “ow” as he slid his other bags to the side and crawled back outside to collect the rest of his possessions until he heard footsteps on the hallway.
♤ Flower Friends
@mpxwheein The cool autumn breeze blew through Hoshi’s brown hair as he strolled through Central Park. Mount Phoenix was more magical than he had ever expected, literally a home of the gods, for the gods. After a good first rest in his new apartment, the young male woke up early to go exploring. His feet still ached with blisters from the long journey, but he ignored the pain, too overwhelmed by the beauty of the park around him. It reminded him so much of home: tall, overhanging trees with leaves of all shades of crimson and bright yellow that covered the path , a small yet quaint river that flowed not too far away, and the rows of unique plants that filled the grassy areas that surrounding the dirt path.
He continued to walk along the path when a bright blue flower caught his eye. A small chuckle left him as he walked towards it. It was all alone, seperate and desolate from all the other flowers, but its beauty surpassed the most of them. It was unlike any flower he’d seen or studied before. Hoshi leaned down to smell it, its sweet smell making him smile brightly. He stayed there for a moment, questioning whether or not let it stay alone in the field. Looking around, the young adult cautiously picked the flower and carefully placed the soft stem behind his ear before continuing to walk.
