jump, run, go .

    jimin was one of those people who liked scaring others, but was easily scared himself. he liked being scared. he watched scary movies all the time. so with the decision to attend the trail of terror, he knew he was going to have fun, but he didn’t want to go alone.

     the male frowned, his tail resting against his back instead of its usual plumb position. he pouted, tilting his head to the side as he waited for someone to come to join him. he knew a lot of people and he wondered if someone would actually come by themselves. whoever came first, he’d have them join him.

The Trail of Terror had been sold as one of the main attractions of the night, so he starts to stroll over towards the general area. He’s in no hurry, but then he sees a familiar figure, stark against the orange glow of many strung up lights and lit pumpkins. The canine hybrid seems a little unsure, standing off to the side of the Trail, and Hoseok sees a chance.

Myungsoo never in his life thought he’d be put in such a situation. Grumbling to himself, his feet carried him towards his own personal hell; the kissing booth. The hybrid hadn’t voluntarily signed up for it (never would he submit himself to such a horror) but unbeknownst to him, another had signed his name up for this event. 

Despite his inner turmoil, the feline couldn’t find it within him to ditch the responsibility he now had. Nor could he find another to cover his shift. Which was why he was in his current dreadful position - sitting peacefully, yet grumpily, at the booth, awaiting for participates. More like praying no one comes so his shift can just drag by and he could go back to the sidelines and watch everyone enjoy the activities around him. 

Just as he finished the last bit of his prayers, a pair of legs had appeared in front of his line of vision. Uttering foul curses under his breath, he lifted his head, mustering up all the possible cares he could to address the other - without scaring them away. 

There’s a bunch of places to go, to explore, and for a second he’s overwhelmed. A few of his co-workers were set upon meeting up later on in the night, but for now he was content to just wander around for a bit, eyes scanning around just the booths around the entrance --

Of course. A kissing booth.

Even on a night like this, they had to put the hybrids on display. He squints at the sign next to the pretty elaborate booth, and raises his brows -- these are some pretty steep prices, he thinks to himself, and looks at who is actually working the booth --