𝘋𝘙. 𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘠𝘜𝘕𝘏𝘖

Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable.

The first thing that comes to mind is crying babies. Not just like, fussy babies- I'm talking full blown screaming, crying babies. Also the sound of being underwater, or having water in his ears.

Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life?

J was grateful that Yunho wasn’t busy. God, the gumiho didn’t know what he would have done if the other was busy. Probably cry a lot, because his shoulder was in fiery pain. He could hardly stand it. He nodded when Yunho picked up immediately what had happened. He was grateful for it. 

“Yeah, a dumbass client did this,” J muttered, following after Yunho to the backroom. “He didn’t stop. And my arms were handcuffed behind me,” he continued to explain, letting out a sigh. He winced as he attempted to shift his arm, but it just hurt instead. He took a deep breath. 

“So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it going to hurt?” he asked the pixie, looking at the machine. “Not the pictures, of course, the putting it back in place,” he clarified, biting his lip nervously. He was not looking forward to that part. Hell, he didn’t even want Yunho to touch it. But he knew that he would have to. 

There was only one thing Yunho hated about being a gang medic, and that was times like this. When the assassins went out and came home with a stab wound in their gut, it was understandable. Part of the job, eye for an eye. At least they came home. What bothered him more than anything, right down to the core parts of his soul, was when the sex workers got hurt. When the clients decided they were entitled to them as though they were property, and not a real, physical living person. When sex workers like J, Kitty, and Minjung came home injured because a client couldn’t respect boundaries, it made his blood boil.

But Yunho had always been a healer. He’d always been better with soothing words, reassuring smiles, and a gentle touch that said everything’s going to be okay, trust me. He’d never been good at retribution, or protection- never been good at preventing damage. He’d always been better at fixing it. 

“I’m gonna be real with you, bro. For a normal person like you? Probably a 9 or a 10. It’s not fun.” he spoke honestly as he set J up as gently as possible. He moved with the swift precision of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing, setting the other into place. “It’s a sharp pain, very quick, very sudden. But it doesn’t linger too much, and the intense pain fades. It might be sore for a bit, but I can give you some medicine for that.” 

Q’s eyes wandered around the scenery of the med bay, briefly wondering if the color on the walls had always been that ugly or if it had changed since the last time he’d stopped by. It was actually pretty likely that it had, given that the color much more suited his older brother’s tastes— it reminded him of his own penthouse apartment that had been decorated by Quinn. Quite ugly, by Q’s standards. Internally, the demon cringed at being called buddy, but just like with most instances, he reminded himself that this was his brother and he cared for him too much to throw a fit over a nickname. It was more than what most members of the gang could get away with when it came to Q.

He hesitated for a moment before he propped himself up on top of one of the counters lining the walls— definitely not where one should be sitting for a doctor’s appointment but again: Q owned the building, he could sit his ass down wherever he wanted. “…Don’t be mad at me,” he muttered, sounding more like a younger brother than he ever had. Eyes scanned the room again to be sure they were alone before he tugged his sleeve up to expose the fresh iron burn straight across the inside of his wrist. “I, uh… did something really dumb.”

Q sitting his ass on the counter was not sterile, and Yunho had half a mind to berate the younger one for giving him more work to do, but the words fell short in his throat when he saw the look on his brother’s face. It wasn’t often that Q looked small. Quinn, sure, but Q was a behemoth. He was a raging fire that challenged anyone foolish enough to think they could stand within his flames and not get burnt. He was a monolith with razor sharp edges, and he was anything but small. 

But that tone, those eyes looking everywhere but at him, the simple utterance of Don’t be mad at me... suddenly, his brother was little. He was small. He was the same kid he’d grown up with that needed his older brother. Hazel eyes fell upon the newly exposed skin and the elder had to force himself not to react instinctively, or impulsively. After all, his only request was for him not to be mad.

🗼: what's one thing you've learned to take as a warning sign in any type of relationship?

Speaking honestly? I’ve really only ever been in one real relationship, and he was the sweetest man I’ve ever known. What I can tell you is to look for warnings within yourself. I ruined my relationship because I wasn’t ready to be open, or vulnerable. I hadn’t confronted my past, and because of that, I couldn’t move forward. So... yeah. Listen to your own warning signs before you go looking for faults in anyone else. 

⛲️: what's your ideal dream date?

🗽: who's your role model? or what qualities do you think are looking-up-to worthy?

🌋: what's something that pisses you off as soon as you hear even a mention of it?

🚢: does the idea of the sea provide you with a feeling of comfort or worry?

🎡: @ seven of your fave mutuals that you'd love to go to a fair with

🎢: what's the best ride you've ever been on?

🎠: if you had to describe your aesthetic, what would you describe it as?

🏗: what's your preferred method of dealing with stress?

🌁: what's your idea of horribleness?

🗼: what's one thing you've learned to take as a warning sign in any type of relationship?

🏭: would you consider yourself short tempered or even tempered?

⛲️: what's your ideal dream date?

🎑: city apartment or country house?

⛰: if you could go on a road trip with just one of your faves who would it be?

🏔: long drives or long walks?

🗻: what are your favourite genres of music?

🌋: what's something that pisses you off as soon as you hear even a mention of it?

🗾: a lone soldier? a social butterfly? or both?

🏕: if you were asked to go on a camping trip with whoever you want, would you?

⛺️: does being without wifi actually worry you?

🏞: what are your top six essentials you must carry with you at all times?

🌅: are you a morning bird or a night owl?

🌄: are you a planner or a improviser?

🏜: if deserted, what's one thing you'd want to be with you more than anything?

🏖: do you believe in mermaids?

🏝: how do you feel about islands?

🌇: what are your thoughts on 'city life'?

🌆: do you get homesick easily?

🏙: what's the capital city of the country you're from?

🌃: how does politics make you feel?

🌉: in your opinion, what's the biggest obstacle one can face?

🌌: how do you feel about god?

🌠: if you were allowed three wishes, what would they be?

🎇: if you could create a day to be celebrated e.g. christmas or eid, what would it be and what would it be celebrating?

🎆: do you admire spontaneity or does it annoy you?

🌈: what are your thoughts on 'love'?

🏘: if you could, would you change your upbringing?

🏰: to you, what's the most magical place on earth?

🏯: if you could move to any country of your choice, which would it be?

🏟: if you could erase one person from your memory, would you?

Yunho: No thanks, I don't drink.

Waiter: Then perhaps some water?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

answered, but yes!

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?