#myung;rep

[thxwanderer]

Continued from x

“Holding you is the last thing on my mind.” He murmured, managed a small, teasing smile of his own. Myungsoo’s fingers flexed in the growing darkness as he sat against the back of the bench with her warmth by his side. He’s not sure when he grew so used to people getting this close, but he chalked it up to his loss of sanity. With his roommate back in town, it was harder to focus and he kept finding it more and more frustrating to put up with Seyong’s care free attitude.

“What brought you here?” He asks to distract himself from thinking about that simpering fox.

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"I'm not done yet.." Hweji to Myungsoo

Send “I’m not done yet..” For My Muse’s Reaction to Yours Pulling them back into a heated embrace and kissing them..

He should’ve pushed her away, but Myungsoo would never want to hurt a girl, someone he had spent time with, someone who he cared about in some capacity. But not even he could foresee this in any way. Hweji is soft all over and in the way she grasps at him, down to the press of her lips before it turns hungry, wanting. It causes his fingers to grow rigid from the heat, such contact he rarely engages in. He doesn’t kiss her back, just feels the press of her mouth trying to pull some sort of reaction from him. A reaction he can’t give.

And he realizes in a split moment that she’s always been one to try and make him feel things he doesn’t feel anymore, can’t, doesn’t even want to. Just slightly, Myungsoo tears his lips away from her, brows furrowing as he carefully holds her at arms length.

“Please refrain from doing that again, Hweji.”

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"Good boy." she laughed then reached out to ruffle his hair "I just wanted to see your reaction "so how about we go bowling ?"

“I’m not a pet.” He speaks as the girl began to laugh, eyes narrowing slightly the moment she touched his hair and mussed the flat locks, drawing his head away. “And what would you have done if I had said something different?” He questioned, snorting softly before nodding at her suggest. “Sure. Just know that you’ll win because I’m terrible.”

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"what if i wanted more ?" she smiled teasing the other.

“Hm. I do belong to you for a week, but that doesn’t mean I have to give you everything you want.” He allows a small smile to upturn the corner of his lips, his head tipping to the side as he looked down at her. 

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"Mine then." she smiled at the other "to cuddle and hug all week long." she laughed

He gives a slight nod of affirmation, fingers slipping into the pocket of his jeans as he watched her mouth morph into a smile. “If that’s all you want. I can be accommodating.” 

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❤ - Hweji to Myungsoo

First person to send me a ’ ❤ ’ owns me for a week.

His brow arches slightly, the only indication of his surprise. It’s always an odd surprise when someone actively participates in keeping him company. Not that he wants it. It’s a lot harder to be moody and brooding with people around. Still, he’d be the best object of sorts if he could manage.

“Yours, then?”

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*lays on top of Myungsoo's head."

“Jae.” It’s a warning, low and menacing. How many times would the tiny rabbit hop all over his things just to land on his head? He’d been working on the ancient text for his job because Myungsoo does do other things besides being alone and hiding in the dark. He’s got a living too, dammit, and it would be much easier to focus on translating if he didn’t have to keep setting the rabbit down and out of the way. Reigning in his disastrous temper, Myungsoo reached up and carefully rose the rabbit up by his nape, setting him against the empty part of his messy desk.

“If you don’t stay put, I’m kicking you out.” It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. Reaching up, the moody vampire set his glasses back down over his eyes and hunched over his work, fingers quickly jotting down more notes as his free hand sought out the little fur  ball to pat his head.

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*naps in the crook of Myungsoo's neck*

“Little rodent,” He mutters under his breath, keeping still to let the rabbit find the most comfortable place against his neck. He’s such a little thing, weighed down by his own impossibly soft fluff, and Myungsoo ignores the uncomfortable itch of fur against his cool flesh. Perhaps this is a ruse and Jae is trying to condition him to accept this because he knows the vampire would not allow the male to be this close otherwise. Not even Lu could get away with curling up against him. There’s this unspoken rule everyone just gets: Don’t touch him. Leave him alone. Let him do his own thing.

He’s just not a fan of contact since the change, not too sure of himself or keeping his blood lust in check. Or maybe the rabbit is clueless. Myungsoo doesn’t ponder about it, doesn’t even question it, simply rests back against his bed frame and picks up his thick, dusty volume on 17th century poetry to catch up on some light reading. He’d tell the little fur-ball to get lost later.