xxi. the world.

feel free to follow the new one: cephelion but expect inactivity.

1) NAME: sen 2) NICKNAMES: senapi, senile (i’m v forgetful) 3) HEIGHT: 5′10 / 178 cm 4) ORIENTATION: meh 5) NATIONALITY: (asian) ‘murican 6) FAVOURITE FRUIT: strawberries & peaches 7) FAVOURITE SEASON: spring 8) FAVOURITE FLOWER: cherry blossoms 9) FAVOURITE SCENT: cold air (idk i can’t explain it) 10) FAVOURITE COLOUR: baby pink 11) FAVOURITE ANIMAL: bunny bunbuns 12) FAVOURITE LOCATION: my bed 13) COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: mmmm,,,leaf water 14) AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: 5 15) DOG OR CAT PERSON: both,,,,,,,,,, 16) FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: baymax!! 17) NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: one 18) DREAM TRIP: thailand 19) BLOGS CREATED: this is my first mumu 20) FAVOURITE BAND: red velvet 21) RANDOM FACT: i play league occasionally (am gold trash)

BOLD any bad habits that apply to your muse

[ kkt ] did you look out at the sky last night? there was reports of a meteor, or falling star, but i’m sure it’s just the government trying to hide the ufo sightings. 

[ kkt ] i’m sure they don’t want to scare the foolish masses just yet. 

the boy sits still, back arched in front of his computer while munching on a bag of chips. he’s still in his boxers and plain white shirt with a stain from ravenously eating tteokbokki. the neighbor’s music can be heard muffled through the thin walls. he feels it shake, his bookcase inching away from the walls. they must’ve brought another girl over.

“Pisces-” Daehyun confirms with a nod, a little less confident as the man had turned, and tailored dark lines gave way to handsome facial features and a filled out figure. His eyes dart from the man down to the magazine as he skims the text to find the horoscope prediction. “Well, unless you mean Cancer, that’s kind of like two stick-men 69-ing-” he snorts, unable to stop his mouth from running away with itself in the presence of his weakness, hot men. “A dreamy Pisces Mercury sextiles serious Saturn-” he begins to read, before he realises what he just said and his eyes widen with a “eh?!” Even the stars were against him. “Life is set to change it’s pace, with new, comforting possibilities..” he rumbles off with a frown, “whatever that means”. @opheliade

“‘stats’..?” he tilted his head, needing a moment to try and figure out exactly what he meant. “you… i don’t get it.”

starter for @opheliade ft Daehyun 

“-what’s your star sign?” Daehyun snorts softly as he stands, lent on one hip as he waits 8th in the queue, Star Bliz magazine folded in one hand as he scans the horoscope section. “Maybe it will tell us if we’re likely to get served any time soon?” He jokes with a boyish curl to his lips, eyes lifting from glossy paper to look up at Mr 7th. The queue for coffee seemed to be winding around the block at this rate…

     ‘ ryu! ryu! i got something .. i wanna show you! ’  / @opheliade

taekwoon look up at the sudden barge in his office – his face contorted in anger but as he take in his breathe to shout out a scold he stops, furrowing his eyebrow when the male decided to back out and knocking on the door before entering. it made taekwoon chuckles at the new recruit behaviour; this is one of those rare case. “ seat down.” he tilt his head showing the empty seat by his desk.

he clears his throat “ i heard from the others you’re causing more trouble than needed.” taekwoon starts calmly, clasping his fingers together as he walk over to lean his bottom against the edge of the desk, being closer to mori in trying to appear slightly friendly than his usual cold demeanour. 

“ say — are you good with the ladies or …?” his playful voice lacing with double meaning tone trail off, his dark hues fixated on mori. “…do you prefer guys? there’s always an open back door service for you if you couldn’t manage like the others” added taekwoon, partly threatening the other. taekwoon forces his employees into prostitution isn’t something new especially when mainly those workers are wind up with his lifetime contract of obeying his rules. the tip of his index finger brushes the hair covering mori’s eyes. “ you see … even guys couldn’t deny you. you have a pretty good face, a good built for fuck either way..” he snickers a devilish one before pulling away.

taekwoon walk around his room slipping his hand inside the pocket of his pants before he turns around to look at mori. “…or do you prefer to be tied to me with bloody contract?” again taekwoon making such offering towards mori; in a way he treasure mori much more than those who work with him even from years ago. compare to the others mori gained taekwoon attention much faster at how dumb he seems but there’s also something peculiar about him.

he heave a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “ do something about these, mori. i dislike having my employees on each other throats and trailing over my ass to complain about you” there it is, taekwoon blows up. 

“ maybe i should have you fired and leave you to starve to death in the cellar room!” threaten him again, his voice cold and emotionless. a talk with him could never end well because there’s no way escape even if he said the word `you’re fired`. leaning down to the other eye level, he raise his eyebrow. 

“what are you going to do, mori? answers. now!.”

“i promise, i’ll be good, boss. you just need to tell me ━ ” clueless as he is, he’s already forgotten the name for his titled position. earthlings said the position would be simple, yet here he is, already getting disciplined four hours into his first shift. check ids, mop the floors, work at the front. he repeats in his head, glancing down at his feet. 

taekwoon’s actions catch him off guard. the playful tone and sharp glance has mori wanting to dig a deeper hole. (is he mocking me?) is he using the concept of sarcasm that mori hasn’t grasped yet? the boy glances up, doe eyed as he stands repeats his boss’ words. “good with the ladies?” jourdan would say no. she’d yell at him for making a mess in the kitchen while he was hiding out in hong kong. “do i prefer guys? is it required to work at the front?” he still doesn’t get it. no clue. none.

the boy flinches with the unexpected sensation of the latter’s fingers brushing over his skin. he feels something (humans call it anxiety, a state of unease.) “thank you.” pretty face. that must be a compliment.

mori wants to glitch out, to disappear from this world. he wants to return home where he's good at what he does and doesn’t hold others down. a constant state of motion, moving through a black screen and shooting coloured space crafts until he’s taken them all down. high score screen. he cheers. they enter their name. rinse, repeat. earth is complicated, a mess of too many nuanced things for him to follow. there’s morality, humour, knowledge of the past. he simply can’t learn it all this quickly. “i’ll do anything you want.” 

he hasn’t grasped the weight of his words. 

to someone that does not yet know the cruelty of the human heart, he simply can’t imagine of the terrible things taekwoon was hoping to pull under him.

the boy’s back is against the wall, lips pursed together as he comes to a halt. he wants to run. his instincts are telling him to get the hell out of there, but he stays. he’s tired of having to rely on others. the glitch stands his ground, he’ll make his own money and pay back the debts of those that have helped him. “just tell me.”

“Did you just insult me? I’m pretty sure you just insulted me. I am incredibly attractive I’ll have you know, it’s just hidden under layers of sleep deprivation. I have a deadline approaching.” Bones steepled his fingers and leaned against the table, he’d actually been drawing a blank for the last thirty minutes before the man in front of him spoke. 

“Before I was distracted–” He shot a pointed look in the other’s direction, “I was describing what it feels like to be completely and totally terrified, like to the point of being frozen with fear. It was coming along great before my brain fizzled out of me.” He huffed out a sigh before leaning back in his seat, his editor was going to kill him if he turned his chapters in late…again.”

“if you have to use sad excuses for attractiveness then is it really ‘incredible’? or are you just saying that to make yourself feel better?” he’s always been quick with his sharp tongue, not knowing when to stop. sin wonders why he has zero close friends. 

exhibit a: this is why. “kidding.” he redacts his words, quickly reminded that he needs to use someone for the time being to keep cover. he can stay (somewhat) friendly, no, neutral for the next few minutes. 

terrified, frozen with fear.