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❪ ⋅ ☽ ⋆ — ┊❛ 🇾🇴🇴🇳 🇲🇮🇳-🇯🇺🇳 ❜ ❫ LYING ON HIS STOMACH ON his bed, Min-jun is humming to a beat that doesn't exist yet ; however, instead of adding lyrics to that, he's working on writing up plans for their next upgrade to their home. In childish handwriting, he's scribbling out:
♡ LARGE STUDIO APARTMENT ♡ POOL INCLUDED ♡ BIG BEDROOM FOR ME ♡ BIG BEDROOM FOR ANIMALS ♡ CAPYBARAS ♡ CATS ♡ DOGS ♡ SUGARGLIDERS ♡ GATE UNDER BED FOR GWISIN
@mysaja asked: “ i know you love me. but it’s not the way i want to be loved. ” ☆ ┈ ┊ more prompts for your feels.
cold.
the marks running along his body light up as the cold seeps into his bones. shame. anxiety. fear. lips part and close as he stares at mystery, wondering if perhaps mystery was told to say this by gwi-ma. the wording is too . . . specific. had he worded it any other way, this would not have been his first thought.
abby wants to believe he knows mystery well enough to know this isn't him speaking, but does anyone really know mystery?
his breathing comes in sharp and quick, shaking his head as gwi-ma's voice echoes all around him.
all of these people adoring you but no one loves you. not the way you want to be loved.
"that's not . . ." jaw clenches, claws digging into his palms, drawing blood. " . . . it's not true. i love you. i love you so much you don't even— you don't even know how much . . . don't say— that." abby takes a step closer, then another, and another until he's in mystery's space, hands reaching for his face.
blood smears across his cheeks as abby tilts his head back to lean down, pressing a desperate kiss to his mouth. he would show mystery that he loved him, loved him the way he wanted to be loved.
"please— don't . . . don't leave. you can't leave me. i love you," he growls, kissing down mystery's jaw until he reaches his neck, biting, possessive. marking him, letting the world know that mystery was his. "i love you, i love you, i love you."
Food? Numnums? Share? That little paw is going patpatpat at Mystery's pant leg.
@mysaja
"Well, it may be stupid, but it's also dumb." / for jinu omfg
"Hate to break it to you Mystery but we do that normally. Picking a fight with Huntr/x counts for being both STUPID and DUMB". Unless the other demon was wanting to go against Gwi-ma. That also was a stupid and dumb idea.
"And if you are thinking about rebelling, that is also quite dumb and stupid. Not to mention a death wish. For now, let's just focus on writing songs that will top the charts and make Huntr/x lost their fans. Sound like a good plan?"
Way to go for Jinu to not cave and just bother the girls like before. But the dumb and stupid idea was there still. Maybe after the song was wrote, he would gather up everyone. Yup, still needed to goad them. What is new at this point?
@mysaja
his hand reaches out first — always his hands, those gentle, searching things — & find jinu's cheek with ease. fingertips ghost along skin with a reverence that doesn't quite match the mundanity of the moment. mystery tilts his head, curious, & then leans in. the kiss he presses to jinu's temple is barely there — more breath than touch. fleeting. featherlight. not romantic, not really. it's something older. deeper. the kind of gesture meant for kindred spirits. a creature recognizing another bright thing in the dark. when he pulls back, there's no explanation. he's already gone still again. like it never happened.
Jinu had been figuratively neck deep in emails; his glare fixed to the screen through the glasses on his face with his brows furrowed and a hand pushed into his bangs. His other hand moved along the trackpad and keyboard of the laptop balanced on the armrest of the couch with a deftness that should surpass someone who was over 400 years old. Because of this he hardly noticed Mystery had approached until his hands broke his eye-line and Jinu instinctively turned his head to face him.
A small chuckle rumbled through his chest as his face was cradled in those careful hands, unable to quite read his bandmate's expression behind that curtain of hair, but a brow flicks up as Mystery got closer. Though a bit confused, he didn't pull away as a whisper of a chaste kiss was offered to his temple, even if it skewed his glasses juuuuust a smidge.
Even as Mystery pulled away, a small smile played at the corners of his mouth before he let out a huff of a laugh as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. There was a second where he considered returning the gesture in someway, but the indecision caused the moment to pass as he watched the other demon settled back into his usual silence. As Jinu turned back to his keyboard, he made a little mental note for later.
@mysaja asked: " nah bb u fine as hell, just the way you ate them 9 souls surprised me. " ☆ ┈ ┊ WEIRD SHIT ME & MY BF HAVE SAID TO EACH OTHER.
" . . . “ abby is quiet for a long moment before he clears his throat. “yeah, sorry.” he pats his stomach and motions mystery closer. ”i, uh, was really hungry. anyway, wanna make out?"
@mysaja asked: " i have no bedtime, i am god. " ☆ ┈ ┊ WEIRD SHIT ME & MY BF HAVE SAID TO EACH OTHER.
"well, sure." abby steps closer, tipping mystery's chin up with a finger. he leans down to press a tender kiss to his lips before his hands move to his waist. "and i am a faithful devotee, but even gods need rest." gripping his waist, he lifts mystery up and over his shoulder. "you get incredibly cranky when you don't get you full eight hours and we've got a busy week."
@mysaja asked: [ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] do u think sponges have feelings ☆ ┈ ┊ 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵 𝑼𝑵𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹.
[ sent to: myst ] . . . [ sent to: myst ] uh, yeah? [ sent to: myst ] they're like, alive right?
