𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜 ( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 , 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 & 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 )
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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜 ( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 , 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 & 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 )
𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 ( 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 )
𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭
one word : ethereal
mvxnn:
Joo In has never been good at making friends. He had spent most of his childhood with his head in books and filling sketch books with characters he had dreamed up. His parents had been happy enough to let their son do as he pleased , but it had made it hard to socialize in college. Thankfully he had opened up a bit since then , and had made a good group of friends from the experience. Minjun though was comforting to be around. He never asked too much and didn’t push Joo In to do so either. They could spend their time in silence and still he wouldn’t be bored of the other’s presence. They seemed able to understand one another on a level no one else could touch. And that was good enough for Joo In. ❛ I know you are. ❜ Honest yes , but always holding back something. Joo In was sure he had done the same as well , so he couldn’t blame him completely. When his hand is lifted and placed on top of Minjun’s hair again he smiles before moving closer to the other. He slides his arm under Minjun’s head before hugging him against his chest. If this is what his friend needed , he was happy to give it to him. His free hand began to stroke the other’s hair , starting at the top of his head and trailing down to his nape. ❛ You don’t have to worry about disturbing anything Minjun. I always have time for you. ❜
𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 but minjun welcomes the affection and the lack of questioning that comes with it . he adjusts quickly to the change of position , head pressing against joo in’s chest with a deep inhale of his scent . human connection ––––– not the same as connecting with fans online but the physical comfort which comes from a touch like this . he keeps his social circle small on purpose having had too many in the past use him for personal gain . so when it comes to those like joo in he is a bit selfish himself . minjun cements their position with an arm tossed over the other’s waist , fingers clutching gently onto the hem of their shirt to toy with the fabric , a habit from when he was young . he likes to keep his hands busy most of the time . “ still –––––– no hard feelings when you want to kick me out , okay ? ” eyes feel heavy as he settles into the warmth , breaths growing more and more steady until eventually minjun drifts to sleep .
he is comfort shaped
deadactor:
𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 as love mutters a protest near his ear , ❝ there’s nothing wrong with a cliché ; storytelling is built on it , ❞ but even then , the retort only matches the idle tone as they melt further into him , shuddering slightly from touch and smell as they were pressed together too tightly to be considered PROFESSIONAL , ❝ mmm? are you sure , ❞ mouth trails down the length of his neck , following the path of the artery that practically begged for her to bite into and warm , soft skin offered no protective barrier , was merely more of a challenge to resist . love’s grip on the couch only tightened as if it could keep them grounded , the wood beneath hands beginning to groan in protest , ❝ it might hurt a little . ❞
𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 –––––– the question brings up memories of a few firsts for minjun . the first time he had sex , first time trying cocaine and now the first time allowing love to bite him . not exactly a first he could have predicted but like all the other ones which came before he is interested . the male flexes beneath the other , a hand giving an encouraging squeeze to love’s backside as his own hips nudge upwards seeking friction . “ nothing wrong with a little pain , just uh ––––– try not to kill me ? i can’t die before season four of stranger things comes out . ” his laugh vibrates in his throat against love’s mouth still pressed to his skin , then hand in their hair stroking downwards to rest against the nape of their neck . minjun can feel his heart beating heavy within the confines of his chest , a slow inhale and exhale of breath meant to soothe the nerves making his blood pump harder . he lets his head fall to the side to expose his neck further , giving love ample temptation to give into .
ofeden:
𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 , a steady gaze that spares from him towards the mess he’s leaving behind . it becomes immediately clear that he is familiar with these hunters , in perhaps some sort of personal way , but it’s not his job to ask , it’s not his problem anyway . ❛ so you’re saying that if i take their little trinket , they’ll follow me where ever i go ? ❜ this crest must be important , and while it doesn’t serve him any purpose , killing humans often didn’t — but the thing is , hunters often killed his food source so it would be best to take care of them swiftly .
the knife finds a home in his inner coat pocket and his foot rolls one of the bodies over , perception of supernatural capability shining a bright green in his eyes . no heartbeat , plenty of battle wounds , from this mere look he can see this particular hunter has been doing this sort of work for years , only to come to an untimely end by a garuda . a shame . perhaps in one life , the hunters and the garuda could have become allies . now they are hunted for sport . a glow beneath the other’s pocket shifts vision back to normal and he bends down to pick up the hunter’s crest . valuable , maybe to some , but to koren it is merely a trinket , and now a tool . ❛ you seem to know plenty about hunters , let me take a guess — before some vampire turned you , you were one and now you’re dealing with the agonizing pain of becoming the thing you’ve hunted ? ❜
𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 as the other’s eyes glow a subtle green , as if scanning the hunter’s body for the crest . finally he finds it and places it in his pocket , no remorse to be had for what’s to come for the stranger . after all it will take the hunters off his own trail and give him the opportunity to put more distance between them . he plans on taking his leave until the other speaks , a breathy laugh forming as his head cocks to the side . “ when you say it like that it sounds like the plot of a bad CW drama but uh , yeah that is the gist of it . minus the agonizing pain part , that i’ve come to terms with . ”
and truthfully , he has . minjun at first suffered with what he became , tormented by the backs of his family now turned towards him despite how much of himself he devoted to their cause . he thought about death more than once but decided against it and instead he survived , continued on to find a new way to survive in this world . “ i have to ask , because you could have assumed i just happened to have studied up on the people hunting me . are you a seer ? or can they only see the future , never quite sure how that one worked . the green eyes is new to me , i vaguely remember reading about something similar but i can’t quite put my finger on it . ”
phantombs:
“Things don’t always go according to plan, do they?” he mutters, a rumble that’s groggy with a dash of daydream, thick and generous. He’s sat a bit aways in the rumbling traincar. Its engine fritzes wild, and their progress stalls, chugs, dies. Really, to be left stranded now, and with this lone, chatty passenger to boot–! “Then shouldn’t we make new plans?” Huh. Like?
@tenuemsoul, ♡’d.
𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 isn’t exactly the situation a vampire on the run wants to find himself in , even if it is in the middle of nowhere . through the window he can see the fields surrounding them , the horizon lined with the beginnings of thick woods . minjun closes the book in his lap and sits up to look around the train car at where the voice is coming from , a polite nod given at the stranger as he fills the silence with idle chatter . “ i’m sure they will have us moving in no time . ” despite the self-reassurance his senses are on high alert . more likely than not it is a mechanical failure but there is always the possibility those who chase him have finally 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 .
ofeden:
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 as she watches him hunch over , something sharp aches in her head but she shakes it off for a moment and recognizes the absolute lack of argument minjun would be accepting from her . the gun is still in her hand , but she caves , though not entirely willingly , she hops upon his back with the newly given weapon at the ready . it hurts , but she doesn’t say anything about it as she hops up and even the sharp feeling of her leg having to shift around his body is excruciating , still — she manages , a stiff nod without another word is given to tell him to go ahead . she’s fine . she’s always going to be fine .
he doesn’t need to tell her twice , after all — every shot she takes is going to count , and she wouldn’t have it any other way . now that she can see these fuckers after all ? the game is over . after all , how many times had they blindfolded her during her little week-long stay ? there was obviously someone that they were trying to hide , and once she was out of this little hellhole , she was going to find out just who else could have been involved in this little mishap …. perhaps once she got her leg looked at , or , you know , when she wasn’t bleeding from her face and other indescribable pains .
she doesn’t say anything until he puts her down , a place for cover , his hand upon her cheek , there is dizziness still ruining her eyes but there’s a subtle focus upon him , his words . they’re trapped . he’s going to have to figure out a way to get them out , and now she’s the backup . not exactly the way she would have planned it , but then again , she was virtually useless and it’s well known by now . she can tell by the way he looks at her . still , she’s alive . she has every intention of staying that way too — even if it means ignoring the steady pulsating pain in her leg that won’t go away no matter how much she silently begs it to .
❛ i’m good ❜ finally , she responds , a certain steadiness in her gaze that hides the amount of pain she’s in . already , she can imagine that minjun is going to take her to the hospital once they get out of this place, but in truth — she’s still struggling to maintain consciousness , she’s still trying to make sure that she can carry it on long enough to take a shot when necessary . once he leaves her there though , it becomes second nature , a trained eye spotting those that are ready to fight them , prevent minjun from taking her out of there , so she fires , two clear shots meant to take out her targets and nothing to follow besides a sigh of relief when they fall .
𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 , perhaps not as skillfully as someone with more experience in the field and without elle there to cover him , things would end worse than they do . he’s life with a deep cut against his upper arm , blood seeping into the fabric of his black shirt , another graze against his side though both are barely felt as adrenaline courses through his veins . he looks murderous covered in blood and sweat as he returns to elle , a hand extended to help lift her up on the floor . it’s the first time since arriving at the warehouse he feels like he can breath easy ( despite the necessary trip to the hospital both of them now require ) .
“ look at you saving my ass . ” minjun smiles weakly , an arm looping around her waist to pull her against his chest while the other grips the back of her head to cradle her against him . both of them grew up in this life , have seen atrocities some only ever see on screen , some committed by their own hands . it never gets easier ––––––– but minjun will do what it takes to protect those he cares about and elle is high on the list . lips press against the top of her head as he lets himself accept she’s safe now , the constant pit in his stomach since word first reached his ears about her disappearing melting away .
there’s a buzzing in his back pocket , a cracked phone screen lighting up with concern of his own whereabouts . he’ll inform them once they are at the hospital , deal with the consequences later of making the choice to come alone . “ come on , let’s get you to the hospital . ” he opts not to carry her this time now that the pressure to escape is off , instead leaves an arm around her waist to help walk outside to the car hidden on the side of the warehouse .
JK - MusiCares Dynamite performance
tckkis:
‘ you could say that, yes. ’ she certainly wasn’t going to beat around the bush. ‘ it’s starting off as revenge. i’m sure none of you do this merely for fun. ’ taking a sip of her coffee without breaking eye contact, she couldn’t help but chuckle a little. ‘ i feel like everyone gets into this business due to a vendetta of some sort. some bigger than others. ’ she placed her mug down before leaning back in her chair & allowing her jaw to lock momentarily as she thought carefully about her next words. ‘ but becoming part of a team is the fun part. i could be good asset with my skills. you help me & i’ll help you. ’
shit. just when she thought everything was going well and she was conducting this façade quite confidently, he had to hit her with the details question and as she noticed the hint of a smile, she laughed to hide her uncertainty. this is what could really tip her over if she wasn’t good with her story. one leg crossed over the other as she tapped her foot slightly before starting her oscar winning performance. ‘ i was the kid hacker at school. got myself into shit way too much. ’ she began in an attempt to make it flow naturally. ‘ i ended up hacking into school records and after panicking, released them accidently. the police traced it to me. i was a rookie. i knew no better. i didn’t hide my tracks. while i got a stern telling off, somebody got word of my skills… a crooked cop ————– he essentially taught me my ways. i believed everything he told me. he was the police, the law… why would i have any other reason not to believe what i was doing was legal? he sugar coated it all. made me get things from the dark web, drugs and such. i was under the impression that i was doing it for them to arrest, to track ip’s and get these criminals arrested but it was only when his coworkers showed up at my door with him in tact that i was arrested. he had been caught but shifted the blame onto me. he still lives in his fancy house & amazingly paid job while i served time and now can’t get a job because of a criminal record. ’
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 , no one typically gets into this line of work for fun . for minjun it is a family business and he did what was necessary to keep his family safe but once you’re in it there is no getting out ( not that he is looking for an escape ) . it’s the only life he knows and he’s good at it , enough so some could say he is squashing his potential . but it’s not the way he sees things .
“ you made the mistake of trusting the wrong person and it cost you almost everything , ” minjun comments . after all she’s out free , still breathing , so some could say she is doing better than most in her situation . “ you can understand then why i would be apprehensive about letting an outside into our organization –––––––– putting my trust into the wrong person and jeopardizing everything we have worked so hard for . ” his side of the conversation remains vague , a precaution should unwanted ears be listening . truthfully he doesn’t quite trust her but minjun has never trusted anyone upon first meeting them . “ you’ll be working on a trial basis , remotely until it’s decided whether you will become a permanent member of the team . if anything goes wrong , any sort of inkling you aren’t who you say you are , this won’t end well for you . is that understood ? ”
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𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 as a joint hangs loosely between his fingers . there’s a slight chill in the air , remnants of winter bleeding into spring but it’s too nice of a night to be cooped up inside . the balcony overlooks the river , people the size of ants as they walk along side it , and minjun lifts his hand to squash one of them between his thumb and index finger . he laughs to himself mostly , head lolling to the side as it rests on the back of his chair , eyes fixating once more on aurora . “ hey –––––– come closer . ” he waits patiently , not a single muscle moving until she’s close enough and then he reaches out to touch his index finger against the point of her nose .
“ boop . ”
@tckkis sent [ shot ] // accepting !
“ ––––––– 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 . ” the incessant banging on his front door is now nothing more than a dull thud but still a nuisance considering the two hours of sleep minjun is running on . he stumbles through his dark apartment , flicking light switches along the path to the front door as hands rub sleepy eyes in an attempt to wake up . “ there better be a damn fire in this building otherwise –– ” words are cut off as he swings the front door , finding hana with blood seeping through the fabric of her shirt . he freezes in place , mind processing the scene in front of him , only moving when he catches the gasp of pain coming from the woman .
“ ah , fuck . ”
here lies a 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙔𝙒𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙀𝙏 [ … ] ―
biting is a love language. no i will not elaborate.
deadactor:
❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 , ❞ retort comes as they oblige to the silent request to occupy the space of the other’s lap , ❝ and it’s true ; i’m a lot of things but no one can say i’m boring . ❞ there were a variety of things the actor could be described as ― good , bad and ugly depending on who was asked . there was an strange sense of pride in being able to put on many faces with ease . love shifts to settle more comfortably , both hands resting near either side of the other’s head as they leaned forward , ❝ hmm , are you sure you just don’t want to work ? ❞ murmured inquiry is laced with amusement as lips glide lightly across dip where shoulder and neck meets , revealing in the way his skin radiates warmth and sweet aroma , taunting the actor to just have a taste . a groan escapes them as the grip on the back of the small couch tightened , ❝ i don’t want to work , ❞ what’s a little bite ? the thought arises as teeth graze over skin , hunger becomes nearly too loud to ignore now .
“ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 but maybe a bit of a walking cliche with a line like that . ” there is a lazy lull to his tone as minjun settles into comfort , mimicked in the way his hands drag along the lengths of her hips . the studio is a second home to minjun but right now he doesn’t want to focus on recording or music or anything really except love straddling his lap . a shared sentiment as it seems the other also does not have work on the mind , settling the decision to take a break from their unproductive writing session . eyes flutter closed to bask in the touch of their lips against the crook of his neck , an oversized neckline of his shirt giving easy access as if the entire thing had been planned all along . hands ease over the curve of love’s backside to rest as if a fear of them abandoning their position could even exist . it’s when minjun feels the sensation of teeth he moves one hand , though not to protest –––––– fingers inch upwards to thread through love’s hair , cradling their head in encouragement . “ go on , i want you to . ” it’s been brought up before , not so explicitly to consider the moment premeditative but interest shown , a natural curiosity after learning the truth and a return of trust on minjun’s part .
solisetlunae:
In contempt of the glorious sun that had enveloped them in its blissful glow, a chill had seeped in through from between the cracks. Here they were, lazing atop freshly mowed grass as they had done numerous times before. And yet, the companion felt dissimilar from the one in her memories. Aurora could still recollect those days with delight; the time that slipped from between her fingers, now archived in the corners of her heart. Like a book drawn out from a dusted old shelf, yellowed pages were flipped through and there they were still in the bubble of their childhood. Aurora could not help but ponder if this Minjun was the one from her memories.
That was until the all too familiar ROE fell to her ears, and suddenly, the coldness dispersed as if it had never held any importance. Like a gust of wind that dies away. A smile tugged at roseate lips, smothering a laugh in the confines of her throat, as she observed the companion from her peripheral vision. Regardless of the time and the changes that had passed between them, he was suddenly the EXACT boy she had known years ago. Aurora could easily discern that beloved smile, and she wondered how she had not seen it before ?
The cackles that she had been smothering burbled in her throat unrestrained when Minjun’s laugh tore through the silence. Once the titters had subsided, Aurora turned to him with an impish glimmer in those dark eyes. “ Well, here is the difference between you and I, Minnie, I ponder on the important things in life ! ” she clearly jests, as another giggle gives tremor to her voice. “ How could you be so ignorant as to not think of this ? It is so important ! Do they choke in the time it takes for it to travel up ? Or, does it shoot up like a rocket ? I must know the answers ! ”
An apologetic look twisted the contours of her features and so she planted it on the grass next to him in her embarrassment. “ I’m sorry, ” came a muffled sound, a mouthful of grass, “ no, i’m not. At least, IT MADE YOU LAUGH ! ”
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭 to the usual clacking of keys beneath his fingertips . he finds it warmer than the sun beating down on them , a mental note made to hear it more often for the sake of his own sanity . he’s learning ( albeit the hard way ) not to lose himself in the darkness clouding the life he lives , grasping onto slivers of humanity to keep him grounded . volunteering at an animal shelter , watching clouds in the park –––––– little things to remind him not everything in life is cold and calculated .
minjun groans as she insists on the nickname , not fond of it whatsoever but he doesn’t have it in him to scold her again . instead he’ll let her indulge in the term of endearment , considers it a way to make up for the time they’ve spent apart . it’s for her own benefit , that’s what he tells himself anyways . as much as minjun wants to be selfish , use aurora as a reminder of light in his life , he risks dragging her down into his own darkness .
“ important ? i would hardly consider the anatomy of a giraffe important to daily life . in fact i think i could go my entire life without knowing the actual answer to this question and still have a fulfilling existence . ” he shakes his head even as she insists , only bringing up even more details about the subject . a simple google search would answer each question she poses but that’s too easy , minjun acutely aware she more than likely has no desire to know the answers , confirmed as she admits it made him laugh .
a tattooed hand reaches for a grape from the small platter of fruit between them though his mouth isn’t the final destination . instead he throws it to bounce off her forehead , a louder laugh filling the air as he throws his head back . “ now that made me laugh . ”
@tckkis sent [ fix ] // accepting !
“ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 someone can be this clumsy . ” minjun sighs as he takes out the first aid kit from beneath the bathroom sink , the plastic box set aside beside hana sitting on the counter . unboxing a pr box from a new gaming company was a pretty typical video to post on his youtube channel , always made more fun as a collaboration . but what he had not been expecting was the massive paper cut from trying to pry open the box . “ five minutes in and already having to stop filming , you’re costing me time , han . ” he smiles , a hand catching hers with a delicate touch to ensure her he isn’t actually upset , just concerned . “ let’s patch you up . ”