#mpwoojin

[mpxcharlotte]

1, 2 step;

@mpwoojin | continued from [ here ]

Charlotte grimaced sheepishly when her heel landed on something that was decidedly not the hard floor of the club, reaching out a hand to touch the arm of the guy whose foot she had presumably just stepped on. She had been chatting with a few fans since their show had ended, so she hadn’t had time to pop into the back room to take off her stage shoes and outfit- and she was not too used to being so glammed up off the stage.

She smiled when he complimented their performance, glad that her heavy stage makeup covered her blush. “I’m glad you enjoyed it! We had a really great crowd here tonight, and that always helps, you know?” She replied, waving vaguely toward the dance floor. She found that the higher the crowd’s energy was, the more energy she had, herself. “You’re the DJ, right? You were up there before we went on, I think?

[mphan]

[ CUDDLE ] - sender and receiver shared a hug that’s now upgrading into a cuddle session.

he usually visits jungjin’s place when he’s in need of company. well, jungjin’s or a few other people’s. but he’d been in the apartment building already and jungjin wasn’t home but woojin was, so han had casually invaded his friend’s apartment like it was a regular thing for him to do, and woojin hadn’t put up too much of a fight so once he’d gotten in, he’d not left anymore.

which means right now they’re lying on the bed together, han’s head tucked under woojin’s chin, allowing the older man to do whatever he wants to do to keep himself busy, while han is just lounging, utterly content to unwind from a busy day this way. and when he says busy day he mostly means he was alone for most of it and had no one to go to until now, when his friends are finally done  with work or school.

“hyung,” he mumbles after a while, tilting his head so that his chin rests on woojin’s chest and he can look up at him. “you’re so comfortable. can i sleep here?” and as if to make sure woojin knows where exactly he means with here, he shuffles around a little until he’s extra comfortable on his friend’s chest, tangling up their legs just a tad bit more until he’s ready to pass out with the luxury of company so close by.

[mpxcassandra]

" i thought you looked familiar! "

Cassandra immediately felt irritated by the male's appearance, and her fist twitched by her side. However, as he spoke, the demigoddess immediately softened. The chaotic woman had a few weak points, and those who seemed to know or enjoy Hexed's music seemed to be safe from the violent woman's tendency to chat through her hands.

"A Hexed fan?" She quirks her head, looking over at the male with interest. She had been surprised with the amount of people on the island who knew of them, but secretly, it just made the woman feel a sense of happiness that she seldom felt. For once, she felt that she had accomplished something.

Leaning against the nearby wall, she crosses her arms as she looks over them. "Who is your favorite?" She asks with interest, examining them without an ounce of shame. "Let me guess, Charlotte?"

[mpx-apollo]

“ i tried to grab onto that last bit of hope with both of my hands . ” [in reference to his manipulative mother]

It wasn't often that Apollo was emotionally vulnerable. He had only been in love a few times in his immortal life and he was used to worrying about himself and no one else more or less. But now that he knows his children he wants to be around them, wants to help them. Maybe asking his son about his mother after he left them probably wasn't the lightest conversation topic. They sat in the closed shop of Siren's Song in front of the grand piano that was set up under a spotlight in the middle of the store. Sometimes Apollo sat here and drank while he played songs that he knew or came up with himself, just to relax. He wanted more time with his son, he always did, so he invited him around this time. The blonde god rubbed Woojijn's back with a soft sigh out of his nose. "If I had known I...." He shook his head. "I was irresponsible to think I wouldn't ever have a child with a mortal, after all my father was reckless with his... child bearing." Apollo pushed his hair back out of his eyes and gave his son a smile. "If I had known you and your sister existed I would have spirited you away and raised you on Olympus."

[aphroditexmp]

“ how you like that ? ”

"It’s quite good, actually,” Aphrodite smiled at the cute demigod, taking another bite of the cheese cake that he had recommended to her. How interesting it was to meet someone coincidentally at a cafe, and end up conversing on the same table. “And your frappe?”

[kazumaxmp]

“ feels wrong , but it’s right , right ? ”

"Eh?" Kazuma turned to look at the cute boy that stood in his kitchen as he attempted to cook something his mother taught him to so long ago. The usual flirtatious demigod managed to convince the son of Apollo of all people to come and have dinner with him, though more than just dinner was on his mind. Apollo was well known throughout the records of history as being almost impossibly beautiful and that attractiveness definitely passed onto his son. The Japanese man turned to his guest with a grin as he slung the spatula he held over his shoulder like a bat, an automatic response from his days as a baseball player or when he preferred it as a weapon. His muscular body was clad in a simple tight black tank top and a pair of baggy joggers, revealing his tattoos pretty well over his thick arms. "Why would it feel wrong?" He gave the other a wink as he approached him before playfully poking him with the spatula. "I only like to make pretty boys like you feel right."

[psychexmp]

[ flower ] sender places a flower behind receiver’s ear

Psyche smiled as she sat upon the bench in Central Park, her hands folded on her lap and fingers intertwined — She had asked the other to join her so they could simply just enjoy the outside air and of course one another’s company. She stared at the other and couldn’t help but to smile warmly at him and be rather thankful that he even agreed to come with her — She was finding it unbearable at times to attend to things alone, especially whenever she was longing for a friend to be there with her to enjoy the little things that she does. “Oh!” She chuckled a bit, eyes focused in on him as she watched him pluck a flower and very gently place it behind her ear. She was taken aback by the whole gesture and couldn’t help the ever growing smile that tugged at the corners of her lipstick stained lips. “Thank you~” she spoke softly, leaning over a little to carefully rest her head on his shoulder as another form of thanks.

“That was...” she hummed softly and lifted her head up off his shoulder and sat back into the position she was in before. “That was really sweet.” She admitted, smiling towards him a little more than before. “Now I’m going to have to go and find something pretty to give to you” she teased rather playfully, eyes taking in his facial features as she was trying to read him better and get a better feel of him before looking away, hoping that he wouldn’t think of her as weird for staring a little longer than any normal person. Psyche hummed a bit, gaze shifting as she looked around only to settle upon a patch of daisies very close to the bench they were sitting at. She stood and plucked a single flower from the bunch and inched closer to him, brushing his hair behind his ear only to place the flower there next.

“There... now we match”

[mphan]

it’s ancient history, been there done that

with @mpwoojin

the fact is that he didn’t expect to find anyone he used to know walking past him on the streets of mount phoenix. technically he knows that some of the people he’s met throughout his life must have been children of the gods as well, has always known as much, but there’s a difference between knowing a fact to be true, and seeing the proof of it in person.

so when he comes up to the corner of a street and sees woojin pass by in front of him, going to cross the road, his eyes immediately light with recognition and delight. in scant moments, he’s altered his route to follow after his old friend, and after a little jog he’s as good as caught up. rather than alert woojin to his presence, however, he just uses the throng of people crossing the road to get close, fingers deft and almost too swift. right as he’s making his move, a car honks over to the side and most people’s heads turn, startled jumps hiding the motions of his fingers.

with his prized possession in hand, he calmly drops back a few steps until he’s a safe distance away to not be noticed easily. he’s got no idea which god is woojin’s parent, but he’s still as clueless about being stolen from, which only makes this all the more fun. with the watch still in his hand, jisung follows comfortably behind woojin, waiting for his old friend to notice his loss, wondering how long it will take him this time.