#spxmerlin

[spxjinhee]

don’t be too late ,

among the bruises and cuts she had taken to her body, none were quite like the wound that had a mind. pain would’ve been the first word to associate. albeit, inflicted by no one, a vacant pain, she’d say. she’d thought, during every second she had to spare. yearning was like that by nature. and, unsurprisingly, as the physical grazes had mostly healed over, this one did not.

but this helped. nose kissing the pillow, breathing in her first dose. (she had missed too many.) she falls under the surface of sleep not long after, and dreams lift her up again until she wakes. lithe fingers curl in his bedsheets greedily, where only his absence lies. but just as the thought comes to its stop, the click of the door sounds, and then it opens. although her muscles tighten by excitement, pulling to defy her mind, she exhibits enough control to relax herself back, feigning sleep until he’ll inevitably find her.

[spxjinhee]

bullseye butt*

for spxmerlin

the billow of colours remind her of the youth gone by, the smiling crescents of eyes and mouths, the happiness she’s missed. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss being a normal twenty-one year old. but at the same time, she loves her job -- she loves just how abnormal of a twenty-one year old she is. and despite the fact she’s surrounded by the same suits and that the extent of colour around her was just different shades of grey, she knew she wouldn’t trade it for anything else. especially not the normal life. 

but when an assignment is situated in and around seoul’s colour festival, jinhee’s bright eyes can’t help but to begin forgetting the grey. she blends in seamlessly with the crowd, almost forgetting she’s even working (almost!) as she completely immerses herself in the festivities. she dresses easy and to her part -- the colour bandit, with packs of colour as the ammunition at her hip, and a gun wielded at her hand to spit colour at unsuspecting victims. 

but who is to be her first?

she has one in mind, she wasn’t going to lie that he’s been on her mind for this because, yes, this is the perfect opportunity. the stoic, ever-serious merlin stands a few feet away from her. she cocks her weapon, setting her shot to bring impact at a pretty high pressure. perhaps enough to bruise, but definitely enough to hurt. this is a present for the special do kyungsoo, and no one else. the grey square needs more colour, and more curves. speaking of which, jinhee aims for his backside. and shoots.

“dat ass though!”

her yell gives her away, but she doesn’t try to be inconspicuous about it; she’s proud of her perfect shot. and as long as he turns around to glare at her grinning face, she’s prepping her feet to break into a run.