Moonlight

Hello! My name’s Beck (26, est, she/her), and I come with my hardworking, but reserved muse, Hyun Seongmin! Congrats to Goong for opening today! I’m very excited to plot with all of you and I hope you’ll enjoy my muse as much as i do \OJO/ If you’re interested in plotting, the easiest way to reach me is my discord GalaxyGal#7398 but tumblr im is fine too, though I might take a bit longer getting back to you, though not by much. Forgive me in advance! Okay! So without further ado, let me introduce you to Seongmin!

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hyun.seongmin: Ah, yes. I remember.

hyun.seongmin: You said you were interested in meeting?

The night was late and Seongmin was sprawled out on his couch in the living room. A romantic comedy flickered across the screen, keeping the man’s attention. Every now and then he burst out into a fit of laughter or a startled, scandalized gasp. His cat, Eri, lay curled on his chest fast asleep. Seongmin was enjoying his day off comfortably, most of the day spent at home, only leaving to stock up on groceries and snacks. He had decided he was in dire need of a movie day, an amusing one, to ease the stress that made his shoulders sag and his under-eyes bruised.

     Hyunki would be lying if he said that being a personal bodyguard wasn’t exhausting at times, because it really was, though he still enjoyed his job probably more than he really should. He knew of a few other personal bodyguards who would often complain about whichever royal family member they were tasked to look after, though for him he never once really had any sort of complaint. It was something that he had worked hard for after all and he had known exactly what he was getting himself into when he even applied to do such a job. One complaint he did have however was the fact that he had to constantly wear a suit when he was on duty, preferring more comfortable clothing such as sweaters and jeans, but then again he also knew of this specific dress code when he applied for the job as well.

     One person he knew of that shared some similarities with him was Seongmin, someone he had become friends with over the past couple years after the two had met. Usually Hyunki wouldn’t easily befriend someone, however seeing as the other male shared a few common interests it made it a little easier to actually get along with the other. He makes his way towards the usual meeting spot that the two had, dressed a lot more comfortably than he usually was. Hyunki opens the door once he reaches the cafe and walks in, sharing his usual slight smile once he spots Seongmin. He listens to the other and gives a small nod in response. “Alright just give me a moment to order. Also you don’t have to apologize, I would have done the same.” He then makes his way over to the counter, ordering his usual plain black coffee, taking the cup and returning to the table where his friend was waiting for him. Hyunki sits down in the seat across from the other and lets out a heavy sigh. “So, how have you been since the last time we actually met up?”

Seongmin waited for Hyunki to sit down with his drink before shrugging. “I’d say you’re right since that’s exactly what you would do, but I fear that if I don’t apologize I’ll find my mother hovering over me with a book on etiquette.” Seongmin wished he was joking, but while his family had always been kind and caring, there was absolutely no room for lack of decorum. That included in his private life. It had been ingrained in the man and even in Hyunki’s—a long time friend’s—company, he couldn’t drop the formalities.

He took a large sip from his mug, stalling until he couldn’t any longer. Seongmin sighed and looked over at Hyunk with just a hint of his own exasperation showing through to let the other know just “how it was going” in the Jeong household. “Their Highnesses have me booked with endless meetings, council sessions, and interviews with media and business associates of theirs. That’s not really a problem, as you know, but,” he shook his head and closed his eyes, “they keep throwing on seemingly mundane tasks that other employees would be as equally fit to handle. Not to mention, it’s on top of overseeing the Jeong children are conducting their duties and responsibilities.” Seongmin opened his eyes and pulled the hot mug closer to his chest. “You could say I have my hands a bit full.”

kim.hanbyeol: is this hyun seongmin?

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hyun.seongmin: Hello.

hyun.seongmin: Yes, this is him.

The morning air was frigid thanks to the autumn winds blowing through the streets. Seongmin huddled deeper into his wool jacket, making quick strides to the usual coffee shop where he and Hyunki meet on their days off. It sat on a corner of a rather quiet street, away form the hustle and bustle of Seoul’s business and entertainment districts. Seongmin opened the door and quickly stepped through, sighing in relief at the warmth that surrounded him. He walked briskly to the counter, placed his usual order—caramel macchiato with plenty of cream and sugar—and picked a table near the window that was away from other patrons.