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“i didn’t summon you for nothing—i—” she hesitates, tongue quivering around the words stuck in her throat. “i want p-power!” namely, she wanted to learn how to control hers. (or even, you know, cast a simple spell). but wednesday figures this is the least lame sounding request. “are you sure? you look rather sma—” she coughs. “pixie passing. also you’re really fair, so i would have believed ghost too.” her arms cross over her chest, nodding decisively with her own reasoning. “well—it’s etiquette isn’t it? a—and the book says, since i summoned you—you have to listen to me!”

their relationship needed no explanation. no—it wasn’t simply that jimin would not even know how to explain it. because she sure as hell wasn’t dating jaehyun and his doll, but possesive and protective goes hand in hand into their dynamic. still odd. because her boyfriends never bought it when she’d explain it. “i’ll be fine! don’t you worry about me.” she laughs, brow raising at his words. “oh poo, he’ll live—he warmed up to me so he’ll definitely warm up to any girlfriend of yours.” she leans forward, fingers absently tracing over the button on the doll’s vest, though jimin is careful not to make eye contact with it (it still freaks her out, okay. just a little). “it’s cuffing season, jaehyun-ah. what are you going to do? brave the winter alone? and the holidays too?” christ, she sounds like her mother.

“i wouldn’t say that you didn’t earn yours, my queen. the throne falls upon you—not your brother—for a reason.” seonho isn’t the best at being comforting—for all purposes, he is rough edges, calloused hands, mind sharp with battle tactics and nothing more. “those who oppose are simply ones who wish for the kingdom themselves, you need not worry about them.” he murmurs, lips curling soft at the weight of the smaller against him, fingers twitching with the urge to pull her closer (but he’d never dare, not in a public space like this). “i suppose not.” his words rumble with the accompanying weight that sinks in his chest, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “but it matters not where we end up, it isn’t as if i’ll ever leave your side.” her words draw a low chuckle out of him, head shaking slightly. “i would say i’m much more useful at your side with a sword at hand.” seonho hums, head dipping to murmur close to her ear, near teasing. “but if my queen orders it, i will be anything she likes.”

she felt the need to ask, quite frankly, though jimin has been careful not to mention jaehyun in front of her boyfriends (let’s say, she gets a little weird about it), those who have met him are quick to badmouth the other (and her temper is often quick to flare when it comes to her friends). “good.” her lips pucker with a slight nod, watching him work absently. his words do garner a raised brow, eyes meeting his while her head tilts in question. “nasty look?” a smile curves her lips at the clarification. “oh, i’ve never noticed that.” her shoulders lift, eyes flicking down to the doll. “tell kyu not to worry, i’m sure he just misunderstood—um, whatever it was he saw.” jimin laughs a bit, leaning forward to rest her chin on her palm. “i’ll be fine.” she hums. “rather, when are you going to get a girlfriend huh, jae?”

Does She Even Rp

i go by bex! (:

“you were always my queen, your majesty.” had she not been holding onto him, he would have bowed, though he thinks better of the notion (past the instinctive need to show his respect for the woman beside him), knowing fully well how she hated it. instead his head bows low, breaking her gaze. “you tempt me,” his lips curve slightly, thumb flicking over the back of her hand. “but the nation will not thrive without you, at least not any time soon.” seonho is careful to pace himself, stepping close enough to brush his chest against her shoulder blade, tugging her slightly to lean against him. “still,” he murmurs, low enough only for her to hear. “a life in the countryside wouldn’t be too bad.”

“no.” she answers quickly enough, expression screwed in distaste over the male’s words. “a—all i did was draw some sigils and chanted something okay! for all i know, you could be like—a ghost or a pixie or something.” or a human with some sick ass special effects connections. wednesday opts not to voice the latter thought, just in case he saw fit to treat it as a reason to call her stupid. “what’s your name, then? d-demon.”

“yeah, duh.” justin mimics, amusement thick in his words as he watches her, studying the finer features of zara’s face. she is, objectively speaking (as a man already taken), very pretty after all. why she was still single was completely beyond him. but justin thinks it’s a bit better like this anyhow, at the very least it meant that she had time to entertain him. “yeah?” his lips purse into a thoughtful frown, somewhat on the fence despite zara’s words. would he be better off getting her both? just in case? better safe than sorry is always the accurate saying when it came to pleasing girlfriends. “should i—maybe just get both?” he shoots her a questioning look, head tilting slightly though admittedly it’s one that dissipates soon with her words. “why?” justin laughs, rubbing her shoulder fervently in jest. “you’re my friend! someone important to me, why would you feel bad if i wanted to spoil you? i thought we were beyond that, zara.” 

vaguely, suran imagines it’s as if placating a child, at least, had she been in iseul’s position, that is the situation that would come to mind with this exchange. you see, even she knows when she’s being particularly difficult. but for the time being, iseul remains wholly accommodating to her whining (a factor that only makes her want to do it more), dainty brows knitting together as she regards him with the full force of her charm. what she gets in return is a soft (admittedly placating) kiss on the lips, one tender enough to bring a pleased curve onto her lips, even with his following words. “mentally, i am always being perceived.” she slides the bag onto her wrist to tap her temple, a small laugh following soon after. “fine,” her cheeks puff briefly in defeat, lifting her arm to show off the bag hanging off her arm. “i want this one.” suran gives his hand a squeeze. certainly not in a hurry to get them all since they’d undoubtedly be back. what’s the harm in just playing into the fantasy now? “let’s hurry and get it,” she tugs him toward the register, heels clicking happily against marbled floors. “i want to be kissed some more.”

and what a kiss it was. dohee would have enjoyed it better if she hadn’t been so drunk. if the person in question wasn’t a friend rather than a hot mysterious stranger (only she hadn’t known that yet). and yet all those things seemed to align for the perfect storm. a sound of disgust that escapes his mouth when he pulls away. and dohee, mind befuddled by a drunken haze, scoffs. “ew? ew? what the fuck you do mean—ew?!” her eyes narrow, words slur as a petulant pout forms, cheeks flushed red. no one has ever ew’d after kissing her before. “you’re the one that grabbed me—what the fuck is your deal?” she smacks him on the chest, face ruddy and heart pounding. “fool!” 

“yeah,” he frowns, scratching his cheek absently, honestly at a loss in the face of a woman in tears. “i don’t think you can walk.” nevertheless, siwan takes her hand, shifting to pull her up with ease, arm slipping around her waist when she wobbles. “why don’t i take you home? er, well, not in a weird coming onto you way but like—a normal way.” 

of course he’s smug. as the mastermind behind the ordeal, how could he not? “i saw a group of kids line up with them so—i’m just assuming...” he shrugs. “you’re welcome to ask though.” his grin widens at her words, brow arching as he leans in closer. “happened to lose it huh? how unfortunate.” minhwan sighs dramatically, eyes flicking over her face as he waits for her response. ah, there it is. “of course you can.” the boy smiles once more, resting his head against his knuckles as he shifts to better face her. “if you ask nicely.” minhwan pauses. “cutely.”