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[seoktio]

wut do u mEAn ambiguity, if u trade 'nipple' with 'flower' it would be a verY FUCKED UP SENTENCE lemme give u an example would u wanna say to ur mom "my boyfriend got me a bunch of nipples for valentine's day" or "my boyfriend got me a bunch of flowers for valentine's day" huH IT'S NOT FUCKIN AMBIGUOUS

{ publishes this because i miss you cumfart sehunxtio

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sehunxtio replied to your post:The rest of the mun symbosl!

[[ I’M A SENPAI HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD I HAVE LEVELED UP, PEASANTS— \o/ but seriously many thanks for the kind compliment boops ur nose ]]

{ YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A SENPAI TO ME, SILLY BUTT--  and you're welcome!  whines no booping noses

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[songxjaexrim]

sehunxtio said: Oh, a three for romantic attraction? Higher than I expected.

Don't worry, it's just so I can seduce you and break your heart. (/he smiles dryly) ... You are hot, though. 

[songxjaexrim]

seoktio said: { threesome

sehunxtio said: [[ one, expected, two, ahhaHAHAHAHAHH CLEVER, three—- Oh well isn’t this a pleasant surprise??

( no no no you don't understand jae rim would murder both of them with his bare hands if there was a threesome. 

BUT YES PLEASANT SURPRISE. He has a thing for dominating other masters.

[seoktio]

He stalks up behind Minseok, ducking down so that his lips are nearly brushing the top of the other's ears. "I want to...spread my mushroom soup. /All/ over you."

He blinks, before quietly slinking away, grabbing a can of mushroom soup, opening it and pouring it over the other's head while whispering softly; "Not before I spread mine all over you."

[seoktio]

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Send me a ✘ for my muse’s reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.

Minseok is usually not a light sleeper -- when he sleeps, he's dead to the world. When he sleeps soundly, though, and of course, that doesn't happen very often. Not when he's alone. His night terrors keep him awake.

So when he hears the front door open, he jolts upright - he lives by himself, why would anyone be coming through the front door? It's almost crazy, how his groggy mind flies through the list of people he had given access to his apartment - Jongdae? No - Jongdae is on a trip in Beijing. Jaerim? Heck, Jaerim was just here the other day, and they made no plans to meet anyway - not for today. Sehun? He was probably off somewhere drinking - or working, or tatooing, or doing all three at the same time. Sohee? Mm, she did come to his apartment a few weeks back, in the dead of the night to crash on his couch. Maybe. He was going to start saving up for a small guest bed if his noona was deciding to make sleeping on his couch a regular thing. 

But he can't be sure if it's even someone he knows - so he picks up the metal baseball bat by his bed, cliché, yes, but it does the job ( He would know, he hit Jongdae in the balls once when the elder boy decided it would be a great idea to scare Minseok in the middle of the night by climbing through his window. ). With the bat in hand, his bunny plushie in the other ( moral support! ), he creeps as quietly as possible out of his room; wide eyes darting wildly as they adjusted to the darkness, thankful for the moonlight streaming in-- there's a lump on the couch!

He's fairly sure it's probably Sohee once more, setting the bat down to the side with a small huff, ready to lecture his Noona again - but this time, there's something slightly different.

Minseok sniffs a little -- alcohol.

He doesn't drink much, by any means, because he knows he can't hold his own alcohol. And also, he's been told he's a slutty drunk. So he definitely isn't keen on getting drunk and trying to seduce any living thing. But when he knows the scent when he smells it. 

It's suddenly a lot clearer - the lump on his couch is way too tall - long-- whatever, to be his petite Noona. Blinking rapidly, he shuffles a little closer, peeking over the edge of the couch only to be back away in surprise - Sehun?

Once he gets over the initial shock -- because Sehun never comes out of a blue like this, never comes. He tip toes a little closer, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he clutched his Booneh in one arm, the other hand reaching out to smooth over Sehun's forehead - it's not hot, so there's no fever. He frowns.

A part of him wants to wake Sehun up, wants to ask why, why was he here in the middle of the night ( not that Minseok ever minded, because pfft, it was Sehun - but that didn't mean he was any less curious). And another part of him wants to leave Sehun be, he can get his answers tomorrow morning. Perhaps, even when Sehun is more sober ( assuming he's even drunk right now ).

He makes sure to get two pills - painkillers - and along with a glass of water, sets them onto the coffee table. Just in case the elder man woke up with a bad hangover, Minseok would be prepared! He proceeds to tuck a soft cushion under the other's head - wouldn't want Sehun to wake up with a sore neck! Finally, he pulls the soft blanket over the other, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Sehun always looked so different when he slept - angled eyebrows smoothed out, face relaxed into an almost cherubic expression. It isn't the first time Minseok has watched the other sleep - and it won't be the last, although either way, he can't stop himself from leaning down to press a soft kiss to the Director's forehead. 

"Sleep well-- huh - ?" He blinks, cocking his head to the side when he feels Sehun's fingers encircle his wrist - the next thing he knows, he's being tugged down onto the ever so familiar chest, tucked in between the couch and Sehun's lean body.

Maybe he wasn't so drunk to begin with, Minseok muses.

He only relaxes when he feels hot puffs of breath on the back of his neck, before lips are pressing against his skin - he feels, more than hears, the words that slip past Sehun's lips later.

"...G'night, little one."

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sehunxtio

Of all of the things that he expected when he initially approached this cat-eared stranger, this was the furthest from his conjectures; how was he to know that the other was in a rather fragile state of mind? But Sehun supposes that it’s his fault for not paying closer attention— if he’d looked a little harder, maybe listened a bit more attentively to the slight quiver in the other’s voice, then he’d be a bit more prepared for the emotional crash that hit the stranger.

But he’s nothing if not experienced so it only takes Sehun a few moments to process the situation, quickly kneeling down and running a steady palm over the other’s back. There’s no time to wonder whether or not physical contact would be the best right now (he would know in just a moment, anyways) and the first and foremost thing that he should offer is comfort. If he were to stay motionless, not knowing what to do, then he can only assume that it would make the situation worse.

"It’s okay, sweet kitten, you’re going to be alright," He murmurs, quietly deciding that it would be his best bet to let the stranger cry it out. There’s only a few places that such strong emotions to go - in or out - and he doesn’t quite think that this kitten would have the experience or maturity to process his feelings. So, out it is.

"Come, let me see your face; cry if you must, but you’re not alone in my company."

He knew the stranger was going to react in some sort of fashion like this, and even if the likeness between him and the man was unsettling, he couldn't deny the warmth at his back due to his palm. He tensed, trembling. It was unfamiliar, but Sehun had been so neglected and lonely lately, he was craving for any physical contact he could. He didn't reject the touch, but he didn't let himself sink into it either. He couldn't.

Sehun lifted his head, all red eyes and runny nose. "Se-Sehun..." He finally manages to choke out after a while, "Sehun try... try an' be st-stong but Sehun no take-take it anym-" he gasped, trying to fill his lungs with the appropriate amount of oxygen in between words and sobs and tears. "Anymore--" he scrubbed and scratched at his eyes, trying to make the tears ago away or at least slow down. It didn't work. "Sehun w-wanna go home b....but home not there. D-" he gulped down air, heart feeling tight even though it was going a mile a minute. "Dunno where home go." He wailed, fingers curling and tugging at his own hair.

For a moment, he feels bad that the stranger has had to witness and deal with Sehun's emotional breakdown, which came so violently and suddenly, even Sehun is surprised. But, it all is forgotten as another wave of emotion crashes against Sehun's frail body. "Sehun wanna go home." He repeats in a whisper, as an outward breath as he finally starts managing his breath. He repeats the phrase again on his next exhale, quieter. And again. He does so until his voice is gone and only his lips form the words that has been stuck in his mind for what felt like years.