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Protect:My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Neither of them had much time to respond. They'd been unaware, lost in their own little bubble. It had been a lazy day of ambling down cobbled paths to unknown cafes, daydreaming and meaningless chatter between the two. A rare moment of leisure in their otherwise hectic lives. Trust mother nature to mess things up.

name of your muse(s): Lee Taeyong

one picture you like with your muse’s fc: 

two headcanons for your muse that you never told anyone: 1. He's actually contemplated being a full-time barista but that'd mean he would've wasted his time and money on his accounting studies. 2. He doesn't actually dislike accounting that much, there's a strange comfort in numbers. That's why he chose it instead of medicine or any other high-flying course.

three things your muse loves doing in their free time: 1. Go cafe-hopping. 2. Read newspapers. 3. Solving sodoku puzzles

four people whom your muse loves/likes/respects: 1. His manager over at the cafe he works at. 2. His parents. 3. His teachers, lecturers { he's always been a model student }. 4. - 

three fond childhood memories: 1. Drinking coffee for the first time and thinking it was crap. 2. Teaching himself how to play the guitar 3. Trying to scoop tadpoles out of the pond in the neighbourhood park with his bare hands

two things your muse regrets: 1. He regrets having been too fearful to ever stand up to his parents. 2. Giving up on friendships after long periods of no communication.

one thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change: To protect the ones dearest to him, if ever they were in danger.

WHAT IS THAT? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT? NO.

Tease Me:my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

It wasn't an ideal situation for him either but he'd managed to find a sort of amusement from her discomfort. Leave him to forget to bring an umbrella out even during the monsoon season. He had sought shelter in the Jung household amidst the stormy weather, drenched head to toe from running in the downpour. Soaked thoroughly, Soojung had pushed him into the bathroom, demanding that he was to take a nice warm bath, tossing in some of papa Jung's old clothes along with a fluffy towel. Hospitable as always, he concluded.

Fresh out of the shower, Taeyong dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist. He held up the articles of clothing Soojung had given him to wear. Either she was horrible at estimating or he'd grown into some sort of colossal giant in the time he'd been in the shower. In search of clothing he could actually fit into, he headed out of the steam-filled bathroom.