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[mpseokjin-blog]

@mpxyeong

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Oh. Poisoned.

Seokjin puts two fingers on the other man’s lips, focusing his energy to try to heal. It surges through his veins to his fingertips, sparking (gently, kind of) onto the man’s lips and hopefully through his oesophagus. He hasn’t practiced healing poison much - really, what could he do to practice it? - but it should at least help.

Something in him sighs in relief that Seokjin’s instinct wasn’t to follow what the other man said, but instead to channel his power to his hands. Honestly, a kiss is kind of a weird way to check to see if your lips are numb. There are numerous other ways. Why a kiss?

[glrxujin-blog]

🅰 game of cat and mouse.

■      mc: @mpxyeong

tiring it was, settling into a brand new place, with brand new people in a brand new city. it wouldn’t be the first time daniel had moved — the truth was in fact the complete opposite, having moved from building to building, never staying long enough in one place to label it his home.

but here, within this odd place called mount phoenix, the young adult was offered a home — or rather, an apartment — but a home nevertheless. daniel wasn’t sure for how long he would remain, if he would decide on sticking around after he had found the answers he had come to look for. but for now, he would take his time to settle down and explore the area, familiarizing himself with his new surroundings so he at least wouldn’t get lost during the time of his stay.

boxes were placed down in corners of the room and clothes had been wiped from the dust that had clung onto the fabric. he would unpack later — for now the bed had been made so that the man had a place to sleep. but now, it was time for a celebratory drink, to congratulate himself and make a toast for the future to come.

hair slicked back and dressed in a white dress shirt along with black slim-fit jeans and a pair of cleanly polished shoes, daniel adjusted the thin silver frame on his nose as he glanced up at the flashy sign he had stumbled upon after leaving his new home. burlesque club and lounge, it read. as most clubs came along with a bar, and with the exterior already pleasing to the eye, the young man decided this would be the place he was going to spend his money on tonight.

completely unaware of what the building hid inside, daniel headed through the doors, chocolate orbs swiftly scanning his surroundings before he settled himself down at the bar. 

❝ one espresso martini, please. ❞ he voiced his order to the bartender before glancing at the one male that occupied the bar beside him. although it would have been better if there was no one around at all, daniel could deal with the presence of one or two other people. the young adult sighed softly, leaning back in his seat. it felt like his first night in mount phoenix was going to be a good one.

[mpxmingyu-blog]

‘Why white roses?’

Mingyu loved flowers, especially red roses, but these flowers weren’t for himself. They were for Hyungwon, and he felt like white matched him well.

“Well, a friend told me white roses meant purity and sincerity, or something along those lines.” He said while handing the bouquet to him. Hyungwon had been a really nice companion, especially when they were alone, but Mingyu wasn’t really into anything serious yet. 

He just thought of these flowers as friendly gifts, nothing more. Plus these roses were sold off for a good price, partly because he was close friends with the owner of the local shop, and partly because February meant the month of flowers being sold cheaper than usual. Maybe he’d give this boy a few others chocolates as well, if he ever felt like it.

“Or did you want something more passionate, like red roses?” He chuckled.

((Okay pretend this was white))

[mpxchim-blog]

ode to sleep . ʰʸᵘᶰᵍʷᵒᶰ|ʲᶦᵐᶦᶰ

@mpxyeong

     The week had passed quickly in the end, not with any formidable ease and he was without doubt feeling exhaustion bearing down due such a tight knit schedule, but everything had gone without much of an actual hassle and he’d done fair good enough job catching up with studies that what had been left for Sunday was not such an amount of work that would leave him overwhelmed. Or unable to catch up on sleep, in turn. Regardless this he had taken the English textbook to work and eyed homework from time to time and filled in what he could manage when customers were tended to and nothing else needed his immediate attention. It was the easiest of subjects too, not much intensive thought and pondering or problem solving was required.

     Having gotten to a good start and with the quietness of soft background noise lulling him into a static focus, sudden jingle of the bell signalling front door of the store opening and a potential customer incoming, Jimin jolted upright and hastily pushed the textbook to the side before fully turning to the newcomer with a genial, polite smile.  “Hello, welcome to Miach!”  Cheery as greeting had been, voice was kept low enough so not to disturb the two customers seated at tables on the other side of the room. As a belated chill from outside carried to his side Jimin was glad to have decided on wearing long sleeved shirts under the apron for the remaining of winter, not really needed most of the time as it was rather warm inside the atelier, but comfortable nonetheless, and he already dreaded stepping outside for the walk home later in the evening. Now, his attention was fully on the person looking slightly lost or somewhere along that realm and the male wondered if this was his first time in, patiently waiting to see if it would seem help was needed, or the attractive customer came to ask for it. He would of been ashamed to had momentarily paid more notice to someone’s looks in this situation than else, but honestly this had become a regular occurrence here, near everyone was... ridiculously good looking. How unfair. To his poor heart.

[mpxartemis-blog]

'I just want you to make me a daisy chain.'

“Why, child, would you think I were capable of making a daisy chain? Go to Wheein in Yggdrasil if you want flowers. She’s a charming girl, and I think you’ll find her quite talented.”

[mpseokjin-blog]

'Shut up and kiss me. I need to feel something.'

Seokjin blinks. “What? K-kiss you?” Seokjin stutters. 

(He hasn’t kissed anyone, so why would he kiss a stranger? Better question: why was this stranger asking Seokjin to kiss him?)

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks. “Are you drunk? Hurt?”