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[mxjeonghan-blog]

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@mthchoa, @mxyeri, @mxseunghyun​

“okay, fam,” jeonghan began, big tubs of popcorn held in both arms and a big grin on his face -- which was, he thought, definitely innocent, and not at all suspicious. besides, there was nothing to be suspicious for, since this was definitely a good ol’ sibling gathering.

jeonghan told himself to behave for it. (for as long as any of his siblings could; he couldn’t promise not to throw popcorn at, say, seunghyun.)

“no one fight over the remote,” he told them, setting one of the tubs of popcorn down on the coffee table along with all the other food and drink set out for all of them. “i’m talking to you two,” the fae clarified, looking pointedly at choa and their (still cute!) little brother, though his expression shifted when he sat beside yeri, tub between his legs, “i know yeri can behave herself. no one be a remote hoe. now -- what the hell are we watching?”

[mxseunghyun-blog]

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@mthchoa​

Seunghyun raised his hands over his head as he stretched out the kinks in his muscles, back arching almost catlike, and stood up lazily from his desk chair. He had locked himself away in his room for hours, typing endlessly on his laptop as new ideas and pretty words hit him. He was quite pleased with the work he managed to get done, as he had suffered from a week long block beforehand. The words fell from his fingers like honey, gingerly using up the inspiration he received from a night out. 

He was relieved that his muse had finally come back, even if it took some drinks and expensive appetizers to induce its return. He had been struggling over the past week, ideas floating around in his head but the words never quite making the impact he wanted on paper. The words he finally was able to produce might not have been his best, but it was better than whatever junk he had written the past week. Maybe he could try some poetry exercises to ease his mind. 

He figured that he should eat some time today, though, the thought making his stomach growl as he pushed out of his room and headed towards the kitchen. He was sure Choa would at least have leftovers, and if she didn’t maybe he could beg and make cute faces until she made him something. Or he could call up one of his friends and ask them to take him out.... Decisions, decisions. 

Seunghyun made a little sound at the back of his throat when he saw his sister sprawled out on the living room floor, tilting his head in confusion. Wasn’t that something he should be doing, instead? “Hey,” he called, nudging her shoulder with his foot, “if you’re going to play dead at least do it somewhere where I won’t trip over you.” Silly noona, blocking his way to his precious food source. 

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@mthchoa

her head felt heavier than usual as her eyelids slowly opened. she felt blinded by the sudden ray of lights coming from the window-- which made her feel even weaker as she seems. it must be morning already. but wait a minute-- where the hell is she. she couldn’t quite remember what happened last night. she remembered she was attacked by someone. that was all she could remember. she attempted to stand up from where she was lying, but she stopped in the midst as soon as she felt a surge of pain coming from the side of her stomach. she ended up resting her back against the head board of the bed. “jesus fucking christ--” she cursed ever so loudly, wincing in pain. “fucking hell. where the fuck am i even.” upon seeing no one around, she could only close her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. “fucking hell..”