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Drunken Kiss
Send "Drunken Kiss" for my muse to kiss yours while drunk.
From what Junmyeon knew, Miyoung was fairly gentle. She never seemed to display any sort of violent behavior, nor did she tend to prefer the statement an eye for an eye, which often left him wondering why exactly they were friends to begin with as they differed in many aspects of their personality. And still, more often than not she was okay with the aspect of him being not always as kind-hearted as she was but that only served to confuse him even more. Why would she put up with him when in all honesty, she didn’t have to?
Those were the thoughts running through his mind whenever they met up, and the intensity of them only increased when he was drunk. Unfortunately, this time she also happened to be around and when one was around a bundle of suppressed emotions, confusing thoughts and a dangerous alcohol cocktail running through his veins, then trouble was inevitable.
It was also how Junmyeon struggled to fight the rising urge to kiss Miyoung, a desire that was born less out of romantic feelings but more out of the wish of wanting to see what was going to happen and whether he could stir some kind of unexpected reaction from the female.
A word and a blow ; all it took for the young male was a few mere seconds to realize his thoughts.
All the texts minus threatening (bcs miyoung will cry and no one wants that)
Send ✉ for an 2 AM text!
( sms. ) My neighbours just turned on the music and are currently celebrating someone else’s birthday, so I figured I’d text you despite the time to let you know that I am both tired and pissed off. Yeah, information nobody wants to know, I know.
Send ✘ for an unsent text.
( sms. ) I wanted to tell you something, but I forgot and now I don’t want to tell you any longer because I’m believing you won’t stop nagging until I finally remember.
Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message.
( sms. ) … Pizza? I’ll pay. :P
Send ♣ for a drunk message.
( sms. ) 주위에 늑대 놈들 주의.( sms. ) 자식들 하나같이 외모 지상주의.
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Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.
"Miyoung … ?"
His voice is laced with innocent curiosity as he tilts his head to find out whether the female is asleep or not. Surprisingly, her eyes are shut and her chest is rising rather steadily which sort of proves his theory. But he still finds it remarkable that she is capable of sleeping in a sitting position, her back resting against the couch and her hand supporting her head, as dark strands of hair fall into her face. It makes her look younger, gives her a bit of innocence and takes away the so distant demeanour she always seems to display.
"You’re asleep." Deem him insane, because that’s what he is. Dark hues are trained on the female, a smile lingering on his face but he doesn’t move or say another word anymore, his whole concentration is focused on the seemingly peaceful expression on her face. Junmyeon sincerely hopes that she has at least a good dream.
"Are you angry with me?" -Miyoung
Angst Starter Masterlist.
"Do I have something to be angry about?"
His tone was light yet filled with surprise as he opened his mouth to speak, dark orbs moving to face the person who asked him the question. Miyoung seemed to be serious, something he was accustomed to when it came to her but it was slightly stunning nonetheless to be asked such a question out of the blue.
"Listen," he began slowly, unsure what else to say before putting the pen in his hands away and focusing on the female who sat across from him on the couch, with him resting on a simple chair. "If I was angry, I wouldn’t be talking to you. You haven’t seen me being furious before, and I dare say you don’t want to, either."
