kim jongin;

[ text ↪ sis ] mom bought you a birthday cake, why would you need two? suppose your diet failed, then. i’m busy.

[ SEND A SYMBOL FOR A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES ]

☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella

★: our muses stargaze together

✈: your muse is going away for a time and says goodbye to my muse or vice versa

❤: one of our muses says the first "i love you" to the other

✿: your muse asks my muse to dance with them or vice versa

☤: my muse visits your muse at the hospital

☢: your muse tells my muse that they need to break up

☯: our muses have their first kiss

❅: our muses have a snowball fight

☠: my muse visits your muse's grave

▲: how our muses first met

➳: how one of our muses asked the other on a first date

✌: our muses' wedding

⌚: my muse proposes to your muse or vice versa

[ SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCES FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

"Please don't leave me."

"I don't want to lose you, okay?"

"Because I love you!"

"And I thought I could trust you."

"I can't believe you forgot."

"What did you do this time?"

"We're going to get caught!"

"Kiss me."

"I'm sorry, I screwed up."

"I might be drunk."

"You look beautiful."

"That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore."

"Stop staring at me!"

"Please go away, you can't see me like this."

"Come on, dance with me."

"I need you. I need us."

"You can't just lead me on like that!"

"I can't do this anymore."

"Oh, I'm nothing special."

"Just don't forget me, okay?"

"You have to let me go."

"We'll get through this together."

"You're not alone, you know."

"Shut up! I hate you!"

"I wish this could last forever."

"Maybe I was right in thinking that I should never have even fallen in love with you."

"What would the world be like without you?"

"Why do you like me so much?"

"Are you okay?"

"Shit, what did I do?"

[ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

[text]: Fuck you.

[text]: Where are you?

[text]: I'm sick.

[text]: I love you.

[text]: I wish I could be with you right now.

[text]: I'm at your door.

[text]: Is that all you care about?

[text]: Please stop talking about her/him.

[text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.

[text]: Don't even start.

[text]: Is that all I am to you?

[text]: Help me.

[text]: Wait, what happened?

[text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.

[text]: I miss you.

[text]: Good night.

[text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.

[text]: Tell me you didn't forget.

[text]: I've had such a bad day.

[text]: Don't talk to me ever again.

[text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.

[text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.

[text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?

[text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?

what exactly was he asking her to do? granted, she was given a choice. but the one was not at all wanted. nyx didn’t want to be here – didn’t want to do this at all. doesn’t know why she even bothered giving in. or, well, she does. the argument that led her to this seemed never-ending. she just wanted to make her friend stop pestering her about seeing the doctor, so she said okay. didn’t actually mean to surrender, didn’t think it’d get this far, either, until said friend literally called in an appointment for her. and even drove her to the office, then left her there to sit, clearly, since she’s alone right now, aside from the company of the other patients. which she doesn’t necessarily care for. so, naturally, she’d do just about anything to get out of this place. would’ve walked out already, too, except she’s a pretty long way from home. thinks that her friend probably did that on purpose. but, of course, since this is nyx, she’s got to be cautious as well. isn’t going to jump at the chance he seems to be offering. because she doesn’t know him. except he couldn’t be that bad, right? serial killers don’t go to doctors offices…. right? the thought just seems unlikely to her even if it makes absolutely no correlation. so she’ll just go along with that, do her best to believe it, and actually consider whatever he’s trying to hint at. her own eyes will travel to where his land. he obviously drove there himself. thank god for that. unless he’s considering stealing someone’s car.. which wouldn’t go too well, since the owner of it is probably somewhere in this god awful tight little closet of a waiting room. such a thing definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed. ❝ what do you propose we do? ❞ and she talks so openly. as if it literally is only them taking up space. which is most likely because she’s trying her hardest to pretend they don’t exist right now. considering just the sight of another being is known to annoy her.

It wasn’t like Jean to try to dispel the troubles of others but when her work was stunted, she rarely thought that there was any other choice than to instil comfort in her lab rats. And she’d listened for days as the girl cried in that ever-present shrill voice that gave the researcher quite the headache as she spoke about missing her damn family (Jean missed her family, and she didn’t whine, as she put it) and her damn possessions – and it made Jean’s head throb and her hands shake so hard from annoyance that she could barely hold a scalpel between her bloody fingers.

And that was why she had made her premature trip back to the more populated area of the city, to gather something that would perhaps calm the girl’s nerves until she was done and ready to dispose of her. Despite the fact that her subject was only a few years younger than her, she guessed maybe twenty, twenty-one, Jean had settled on purchasing a doll for her. The gift was a double-kill in Jean’s books, give her something she had cried about missing and something she could talk to in place of her family – two birds with one stone, and in a twisted way, she thought it fitting to attempt to find one that looked similar, she was pretty and wouldn’t be for much longer so she may as well have something to look at to remind her.

Her eyes were clear and glassy as she surveyed through the doll store, feeling bored even as she did, while she attempted to pick one out. After all, Jean had never been into dolls herself so it was to be assumed she wasn’t the pristine person for picking a nice one out, to her the live dolls had always been more fun. She never liked dolls either – pathetic attempts at perfection – the real type of perfection to her was achieved through hard work, demonstrated through intellect and skill – she could have crafted someone perfect if she had changed her bloodied silk for the skin of Victor Frankenstein.

And to be certain, she must have looked confused, an expression of puzzlement on her features, “Excuse me,” her stoic voice raised averting her eyes shortly to another in the store, “I don’t suppose that you could be of assistance?”

The day was tedious, as always. People passed in and out of his store, their messy hands grasping too closely toward tiny ruffled silk dresses, fingertips twitching with the need to stroke the long, golden locks displayed on the dainty figures decorating lonely shelves. Jongin’s eyes were constantly trained on these curious paws, obnoxious “do not touch” signs sometimes insufficient, ignored and unable to protect his girls.

And it was of course tiring, which may explain the dark pools of exhaustion formed under his shady eyes. Though a project needed to choose their suitor, he believed, rather than visa versa, and he was the only one who knew which matches could be made, between the fragile porcelain works and the bothersome humans who required such possessions. He couldn’t let anything be spoiled by desperation and impatience.

But today, of all days, he was close to locking the door and taking solace in the lonesome darkness for a while. If he was lucky, and if his supply of gin was still aplenty, he may have even had some shut-eye. Despite these thoughts manifesting, it remained open for just about long enough for his attention to be dragged back to reality by the inquisitive, yet firm voice belonging to a female.

Though he was attentive, his concentration was somewhat diverted by the aura of the person beside him, and it caused a delay within which he simply observed the stance and expression of the female. He was somewhat struck by her beauty, a rare occurrence when it came to the sturdy, passive nature of Kim Jongin; but it was a rarity that was well deserved. There was a way in which he was able to read people, to know their story through their eyes and the pattern of lines surrounding such. Though, there was an inticing mystery held within the gaze of the other, and no clues to how she was feeling, though by the slightly uncomfortable amount of time that has passed; Jongin assumed it was a feeling of impatience. The inability to observe her deeper was an unfamiliar sensation, but he welcomed it.

She forced herself to look at him, watching him fold his arms across his chest made her feel even nervous. She wondered how does he make his demeanor so intimidating that she’s scared of coming close to him knowing that she had done something awfully stupid. The backdrop of him with the messy setting, paper works tossed here and there and dark ink staining his used to be clean desk made her want to run off and never show her face again. Amy snapped out of her thoughts when she heard him say something. Without any hesitation she eagerly nodded her head, “Mhm– yeah. Anything.” she mused, meeting eyes with him. The female was trying to figure out what did the male’s cynical mind had came up with, she just hoped that the extent of it wasn’t along the lines of cruelty and violence. “So? What is it?”

“I do? I’m gonna go home.. When I wake up. You don’t mind, right? I don’t feel like going home today. I’m gonna take the couch, if you don’t want me to, I’ll just sleep on a bench.” A shrug of his shoulders was given as he eyed the male that had just left to probably go and grab more wine. This was definitely needed; he needed to get his mind off of things, especially because his itt was soon going to be the anniversary of his mother’s death. Maybe if he was drunk enough, he would forget everything, perhaps even run in front of a car like last time and maybe, just maybe, he won’t survive it this time. He blinked a few times when the other had returned, leaning back a little. “I’m never going to get tired of watching movies.”

it’s been a long while since nyx has been to the doctor last. doesn’t even want to know about whatever health issues she may have. would rather just let whatever happens happen on its own. let life take its course. let destiny take the wheel. because it doesn’t matter to her too much whether she lives or dies. which is almost depressing to know. she’s in her prime, she should be having the time of her life right now, should be out exploring the world while she’s able to. but, instead, her brother decided to snatch all of those opportunities right from her hands. left her like this instead. to suffer and rot away, an unhappy, stubborn little ‘ demon ’ like she claims he is. but, naturally, it’s just her luck that there’s a million other people in this waiting room with her. that the day she decides to come and even shows up early, all of the doctors are running behind. now, how is that possible? she isn’t sure. but the mere thought of the whole situation infuriates her. contemplates getting up and walking out because she could be making money instead of being here. being here where she’s sure to only receive annoyance and bad news. except there’s a pair of eyes on her. that manages to make her lose her train of thought – makes her stall just slightly. creates an unhappiness, as well, because she really hates this. why do people have to gawk like that? what the fuck do they hope to get out of it? so she stares back at him, intent on finding out. but the conversation can’t necessarily be brought up that way. so she’ll clear her throat, as if giving another signal or warning that she wants him to stop. and after that seems to make no difference, along with his added choice of expression, she’ll speak up. the frustration already evident in her body language, but now in her tone as well. ❝ do you want something? ❞