#mpxtsukiyomi

[mpxjongin-blog]

;blue dahlia;

@mpxtsukiyomi

It seemed as though Jongin was making his way around the party whenever Han would have to run to the restroom or got pulled into conversation elsewhere. He liked being able to see everyone, as it was in his nature to simply be social and revel in the amounts of attention he got from people. And if they didn’t specifically pay him attention, he would grab it from them by forcing them into some kind of conversation. He squinted slightly as he caught a familiar figure, but he didn’t seem to have noticed him yet. 

So with a soft hum to himself, he approach him from behind, his hands moving to go over his eyes, though he didn’t touch his skin for fear of messing up Halloween makeup. “Guess who,” he said softly in a sort of playful singsong manner.”I’ll give you a hint. You love me. And I could suck your blood...or your dick, but tonight let’s go with blood,” he laughed, unfortunately unable to help the bad jokes from appearing even around those were somewhat above his adolescent humor. “Dig the costume. Tim Burton?” he asked.

[mpxkibum]

“ be careful ”

Kibum let out a sigh as the god spoke, his eyes weary as he looked at him. “I am being careful,” he responded slowly. He didn’t want to argue with him, they had a good relationship and he didn’t want to ruin that. He knew that he should speak up more, defend his boyfriend against Tsukiyomi’s worries but he worried about his relationship with the god as well. If he argued with him, would he eventually stop caring for him like his own father did? He wasn’t sure that wanted to know the answer to that question. “I promise. Everything will be okay.”

[mpxkibum]

surrogate family | kibum & tsukiyomi

Kibum yawned quietly as his feet carried him to through the familiar path through the Tengu apartments, his hand coming up to rub at his eyes. He’d long since dropped the pretense of coming to Tsukiyomi when he needed advice; slowly getting used to the fact that maybe he preferred the other’s company, though it was a blow to his ego to admit such a thing. 

He considered the other as a sort of surrogate father figure, a sense of stability that had been long missing from his own life. Since Kibum had arrived, he’d attempted to reach out to his own parents, multiple times. Letters, phone calls and the like were never returned and though it hurt Kibum more than he would like to admit, he’d found himself slowly filling the void that his parents had left with other people in his life; his new found family. 

Perhaps his own father was happy to see him go, he wasn’t sure. He’d always been the black sheep of the family and now he realized, his father probably was reminded about his mistake every time he saw Kibum, the mistake he made to step out on his wife with Bastet. But Kibum knew that he couldn’t make anybody love him, it was a cruel lesson that he’d learned as a child and perhaps that was why he found himself latching on to the Japanese god, who offered him the sort of paternal care that he’d always sought out.

Stopping outside of the other’s door, he wasted no time with knocking, having told the other that he was arriving. He’d even went out of his way to bring pastries; wanting to see the other smile but also, to perhaps butter him up, having some news to share with the other and needing his input. News that he wasn’t sure that the other would approve him.

His face easily breaking into a sincere smile, he waved at the other as he opened the door with his free hand. “Tsuki, I’m sorry that I’m late. I had to make a stop,” he said, looking up at him with an almost childlike innocence, hoping that he hadn’t been waiting too long for him.

mpxtsukiyomi

[mpxkibum]

“Have you fallen asleep on me?”

Kibum opened his eyes slowly as he shifted, his head in the moon god’s lap. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, of course, but it’d been a long day at work and the other had a soothing nature. Maybe it was his voice or his general demeanor, but he always did an amazing job in relaxing Kibum. It wasn’t long since Kibum had gotten there, in the middle of some story or the other that the other was telling him, that he felt himself doze off.

Rubbing his eyes with one hand, his tail wrapping around him; his comfort with Tsuki showing by their presence. “Sorry,” he said, his words punctuated by a yawn before he gave the other an apologetic smile, amping up the innocence for one moment. “I woke up early and it’s warm in here. Maybe it’s time for a cat nap?”

[mpxkibum]

“I am not wearing that.”

“But Tsuki,” he started, his arms crossing over his chest as he glanced up at the god. Sighing, he shifted as he curled up further into the couch, his fingers swiping through the different clothing items on the store’s website. He’d come over, not for advice, but just to spend time with the other, his desire to be around other people overwhelming after a long day of work. 

Shaking his head once as he looked back at the pair of pants that he’d brought up, he raised his phone, attempting to get a better look. “I know that your traditional clothes are more comfortable but harem pants feel like pajamas!” His voice turned into a slight whine towards the end of the sentence. He knew that the other was old, as gods usually were, but he still had a youthful appearance. “There’s nothing wrong with dressing young...sometimes.”