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[jamxz-blog]

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5. Wrapping their present ( I guess they meant as in your muse's present so here I go)

No matter how quick he wanted to have it done, things kept falling, the roll of wrapping paper, rolling far away, leaving him with what had to be an hectare of bright red paper with the words "happy holidays" written in gold all over it. A frustrated sigh was out before he realized, eyes closing shut and head falling backwards, in a child-like gesture.

His pulse was trembling due to the pills he had just taken, they always made him tremble all over but, lately, these side effects only had gotten worse. With a deep breath he started cutting the perfect piece of paper, the shoe box, patiently waiting beside him on the floor, so things would stop falling, stupid Newton and his gravity. His knees had started to ache and he just had begun.

He was so focused on folding, flattening, cutting the tape, that he hadn't noticed his tongue peeking out of his mouth, the footseps approaching. The present was almost done, just one tape just one...

"Wha...what are you doing here? So early I mean?"

[kgjun]

sudante / / 

      ❝ Are you mad at me? ❞

[kgjun]

hi

Looks who's decided to show up-- [ squints at her. ] 

[kgjun]

it's a date! //

sudante ; 

It’s been a while since he’s been out on an actual date so when the two previously discussed getting together in such a way, he’d been secretly looking forward to it ever since.

His outfit for the night was picked out carefully ---- he made sure to find out which way she liked his hair beforehand and ended up letting it stay natural.

For his chosen clothes, he decided to go with something casual, but still suitable for the chilly weather. A knitted hat sits on top of his head, a grey sweater worn over a white tee paired with dark jeans. Black converse shoes, a watch and a chained necklace around his neck.

To finish the look off, he grabs a thin layered black coat and slips it on, a hand then reaching for a scarf to wrap around his neck for an extra layer of heat. When he’s satisfied with the way he looks, he double checks the time.

There was still twenty minutes till the date was officially supposed to start, but he’d be to the spot in ten. He wanted to get there before her.

Shutting the door behind him, it’s locked and then he’s walking to the café nearby that he mentioned to her for the meet up place to be.

Ten minutes later, like he estimated, he’s standing in the line to order warm drinks that would suit the weather outside, knowing she’d most likely be cold by the time she got there. 

[kgjun]

sudante replied to your post:why are you shirtless.

I’m going to rip your hair out.

       But I like my hair just the way it is.

[eunabi]

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who cooks normally?: sera because subin seems like she can't even make rice

how often do they fight?: different personalities tends to clash so very often

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: subin would probably spam sera's phone before sera could even send the other one text

nicknames for each other?: nicknames really vary depending on their mood that day. sera will most like call her binnie while she would call sera unnie.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: sera but of course with subin's personality they would fight and end up splitting the bill

who steals the covers at night?: it's a fight for that too because they both equally fight over the covers

what would they get each other for gifts?: subin would probably give sera cute things while sera would give her trinkets she finds throughout her traveling periods.

who remembers things?: subin

who cusses more?: subin

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: subin would probably overreact and mess up  things when she's trying to help, while sera would remain calm and makes sure the other was comforted well

who kissed who first?: i would think subin, honestly. though it would be a clumsy ordeal because sera's a turtle

who made the first move?: subin

who started the relationship?: subin

[kgjun]

sudante replied to your post:do you like flower crowns?

"I was going to ask you to make me one—"

      ❝ S T O P in the name of love,                      I will make you one.                 Trust me, I'm an expert.❞

[thvms-prk-blog]

red string of fate.

44. Our muses are destined for each other after one lends the other a red scarf for warmth.

      █ ▌ she’s a pretty rose blooming in the midst of a cold winter verse, her red stained cheeks a glow of color in the vast of snow. she impales him with her thorns, beauty beneath the moonlight, moving and impeding like calm waters of the shore. he doesn’t know why she’s there, chest heaving in a small attempt to probably catch her breath. mornings like these are the mornings he dreads the most— exulted in exhaustion, bones crushing beneath every move. training is difficult, especially during times like these but he chose this profession and it’s a passion with beacon that rages as bright as any fire. 

he wasn’t expecting anyone else out in the parking lot nor was he expecting to see subin in tears. he doesn’t do well with crying females, cannot even fathom to string up the right amount of words to comfort his own mother whenever she broke down. oh, but he makes up for it with his arms, strong and sturdy that provides a warm home to those he knows in need. 

he doesn’t know what to say to her, standing before him with eyes dimmed in emptiness. the sky is painted a gauzy shade of ashy gray, white skin glowing through the only lamp post of the desolated street. frail and gentle, tear stricken eyes meet his line of gaze. the stars shimmers against the night sky like a beacon in the daylight and that’s when he takes notice of the lack of garment she has on her skin, nothing but a think jacket blanketing her thin shoulders. 

slender fingers curl against the red thread of his scarf, tugging it gently until it falls over his chest. in a silent offer of tranquil, he wraps it around her neck. 

                       ❝ you shouldn’t be walking around this late—                            rather early. it’s quite dangerous.❞ 

he’s quiet as he wrinkles his red stained nose, eyes pulling away from the befallen beauty before his hand comes to a close around her thin wrist. with a heavy sigh slipping out of his mouth, he tampers with the idea of telling her how she deserved so much better than she thought so. his own fingers twirling with the ends of her hair, opting to keep bottled feelings to himself.