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[cvmino-blog]

↻ / last 5 tweets

@seulgicv sent a meme — sns meme ; , status: closed.

‘ last 5 tweets ’

MINO @hugeboiii  5hrs ago

when ur suppose to be the one causing havoc but the school is doing all the work for you... #stoptryingtotakemyjob 😤

MINO @hugeboiii  7hrs ago

i think they took the ‘come play’ too seriously. it got wild af in the ballroom even the dancing spirits was shooked 😂😂😂

MINO @hugeboiii  7hrs ago

come out and playyyy

MINO @hugeboiii  1d ago

pic.twitter.com/3dfYHg74kO 

MINO @hugeboiii  1d ago

its been 3yrs and im still wondering why im still here.

[cvjieun-blog]

☾

☾ / link to the background picture on your muse’s phone

probs this (she might change it eventually though)

[cvsana-blog]

△ / send a snapchat

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

△ | send a snapchat

this is the man you are fucking. just wanna point that out~.

[cvtaemin-blog]

★ / last three texts sent and who they were sent to

★ / last three texts sent and who they were sent to

[ sluggy I 4:37pm ] what time are we going to the ballroom again?[ sluggy I 4:59pm ] am i bringing the booze or is that one you???[ jongin🐶🍀 I 1:33am ] idk wa t to do?? i fucked up and youre not here this time

[cvtaemin-blog]

spectral.

@seulgicv

Taemin's legs are stuck through the rungs of bars that block the fall from the second floor of the balcony to the first. He swings his foot back and forth rhythmically, one shoelace spinning lopsided circles in the air, had come undone earlier and he hasn't bothered to knot it back up again. Seulgi's at his side, along with a bottle of wine at his thigh, perhaps a near-joke to match the ornate setting they've placed themselves in. Like wine will match the grandeur of room despite Taemin’s ratty jeans and Seulgi’s oversized sweatshirt. They came to investigate if the warning the Supreme laid out for the students is true. A largely dubious decision on Taemin's part, considering the last time he'd set off to do that very same thing he'd absolutely hated the outcome. 

Perhaps he's possessed, or perhaps Seulgi had been a convincing enough voice to push him into the ballroom next to her. Everything feels normal anyway, just the rattle of the vents somewhere high above them and the clink of an echo whenever one of them settles the bottle back between them, glass scraping against wood. Or maybe it's just a twisted impulse to torture himself, still has visions of ghosts running through his head late at night when he can't sleep from the party a month ago, and they weren't even real. Just hallucinations born out of his own mind and the wrong combination of ingredients and magic. It's a stupid decision, especially because he's been forcefully bonded. He doesn't want Yoongi to pick up on his insecurities, his fears (he doesn’t even want to lay that weight on Seulgi, but at least he can handle her knowing). 

Taemin knows somewhere in the back of his head that it’s a terrible idea, so he picks up the bottle and takes a very long sip, wants to traipse his way into tipsy so everything will seem just a little easier. "Seems like a hoax." Taemin sighs out, leans forward to rest his forehead against one of the bars, swings one leg to the side to thump his foot against Seulgi's. "How're things though, with like...y'know. Yoongi?" he questions, attempts to keep his thoughts shuttered of from the familiar that's broken away from their side from the time being. He's not sure if he's successful, but he hopes he is. He sighs. "It’s fucked. Just. Wish I could fix it." Taemin tacks on a little stilted, because he does. Because he's not sure what he would do in Seulgi's place if someone could run through his mind when he didn't want them to, when it was such a complicated relationship. He already hated it and he didn't give a fuck about Yoongi.

[cvjeongguk-blog]

Breaker.

@seulgicv

The campus had been bathed in the dark blue hue left behind after a brilliant sunset, the sky still sporting soft mixtures of pink and purple. It soothed Jeongguk as he tiredly made his way out of the front entrance of the library. He slowly rubbed at his right eye as the front door shut slowly behind him. His job as a page was relaxing but it often left him rather sleepy. The enforced quiet mingled with the shuffling of papers and clicking of keyboard keys lulled him to sleep most evenings. Jeongguk forced himself to take laps through the nearly empty stacks in an effort to stay awake. Most of the time it worked but this evening it had just his rather short shift there agonizing as he counted down minutes and tried not to think about the bed waiting for him in his room.

Needless to say when his relief came stumbling through the front door, Jeongguk was more than ready to go. And now although he felt dead tired all the way down to his bones, he found himself opposed to the idea of spending the evening with only his bed as company. The pathways in front of him though were void of any other students and his phone was stubbornly silent, no missed calls or texts waiting for him. He scoffed and clicked it off before sliding it back into the pocket of his bag. His stomach grumbled irritably, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since the beginning of his shift which had been hours ago. Biting his lip, Jeongguk contemplated his options between heading back inside to the cafe or making his way over to the campus store. He was shaken out of his thoughts when he a noise ahead caught his attention. A group of his classmates, laughing and joking around passed him slowly and Jeongguk found himself watching them curiously before turning back to the path in front of him.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Run on Gasoline

Chanyeol sighed pouring himself another drink. He’d like to say that he didn’t know how he ended up in the rooftop garden at another of the exclusive parties thrown by the Life and Death Brigade, but it wasn’t exactly a secret that the familiar was quite fond of a certain member running around the party in one of his stolen hoodies, and Chanyeol liked to keep an eye on him as much as possible, especially when alcohol and whatever else was floating around the party was involved.

He took a sip of his creation immediately grimacing and searching the table for a way to attempt to atone for the sin he had created. Unfortunately, it seemed Chanyeol’s struggle with potions was perfectly reflected in his ability to mix drinks. There had to be juice or something, fuck. He didn’t even hear Seulgi approach the table over the music, so when a little hand shot out past his side to go for the same bottle as him, he was surprised, to say the least.

“Go ahead,” he gestured for her to take the bottle before him. She looked like a girl who knew what she was doing, and Chanyeol would probably end up pouring a bit of everything in until it was somewhat tolerable and then chugging it. He had never been particularly close with Seulgi, but she had been Taemin’s best friend since they were kids, so the familiar always put forth his best effort to be civil towards her. Other than that, he didn’t have any particularly strong feelings towards the witch, for or against.  

Maybe it was the abomination in his cup full of god knows what or maybe it was just Chanyeol being Chanyeol, but when some dude crashed into Seulgi without so much as a sorry, something inside Chanyeol switched in an instant. Before the guy knew what was happening, the familiar had a fist full of his shirt hauling him backwards and turning him so they were face to face. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your head off,” he growled. Nothing surprising about that, but the sound of Seulgi’s voice speaking at the same time with an equally harsh tone caught him off guard.

“What did you say?” He asked, turning to face her with a delighted, dimpled grin. He didn’t quite catch her words, but he had got the gist of it. Maybe he did like her after all or could, at least.

@seulgicv

[cvjongdae-blog]

Round One

@seulgicv

Soft humming and the echo of cards being shuffled were the only sounds in the room. He did it mindlessly, gaze distant and his thoughts elsewhere as his hands went through the familiar motion. Lately it seems like all his recent games were a bit dry. Either too many with no money or no one willing to risk putting some stakes on the line and all that was no fun. He didn’t play cards for fun. Well, technically, he did, but only if he could get something from it. If no one was gonna bite he wasn’t going to bother.

He vaguely wondered if it was his reputation catching up to him. How embarrassing would that have been for the other person? Having to explain to their friends that some air witch had hustled all their money off of them. Ironically, that was the rumor that had circled around the most. ‘That Jongdae will take all your money if you play cards with him’. Funny how the other half always seemed to get cut off. It seemed as though no one ever wanted to share that he not only took everything in your wallet, but even the clothes off your back. That probably would have sent a stronger message.

Despite that, every now and then he’d get a taker. Like right now. He smiles at her from across the table as he finishes shuffling the deck. “You wanna get right into it or do you need a drink to warm up first?” he asks, already moving to deal a hand for the both of them.

“Also we agreed on ...” he tugged at the collar of his shirt, “instead of cash tonight, right?”