Romantic or platonic?: how could it be anything but romantic, jagi?
A night in or dinner out or an activity?: as much as i love the way you spar with me, jagi, i think i'd much rather settle in beside you while you work, your eyes so serious as your hands shape something beautiful into being.
Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: ice cream. i... ice cream, jagi. please.
What's your perfect date?: a perfect date? anything that ends with us together in bed, spooned up so close together that we hardly count as two, with our pup and our goyangi breathing beside us, just as vital to us as you are to me.
Would you cook for me?: i'm not nearly as good at it as you are, naui cheonguk, but if that's what you wanted, you know i could never refuse you.
Would you let me cook for you?: of course, jagi. anything you'd want to make would be a masterpiece, with or without the ginger.
Can we make-out?: please, naui cheonguk. even i can feel how much you want that.
Make out in private or in public?: is it strange i almost want to say private? i know we don't have the same restrictions that we do with ji or ryung, but even so, a part of me doesn't want to make them feel like they're missing something simply for being up on stage without us.
Do you like to cuddle?: oh, we do far more than cuddling, naui cheonguk.
Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: you three might be my own personal furnaces, but i'll keep the blankets nearby, jagi. i know it scratches something in your instincts, to have them all hoarded close to you.
Couch or bed?: our bed. there's nothing quite like the way your whole body unwinds whenever i can ease you out in our bed, all your tension and stress left at the door, because you know that if our pup and our goyangi don't catch you, i always will.
What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: i've always liked sparring, or most anything with movement. i like coming behind you, keeping you tidy and organized, bringing order back to a space that so desperately needs it. and i like trying new things with you, going places and tasting new foods and doing things i've never done before.
Tell me something about you no else knows: korrain was never the one to name me. that was rommy. he only named me when i appeared beneath the shadow of the throne, shivering, half-wild, something with only half a shape, clinging to a boy that had died there dreaming in the snow only to wake to a nightmare. he called me bitgaram, because he said my hair was just as white as his, my form shifting as quickly as a river. and so i had been, until our pup changed everything.
Why do you want to be my valentine?: whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. i believe that, naui cheonguk. do you?
What makes you a good Valentine?: i used to think it was because i could be whatever you wanted, but i'm not so sure i believe that now. you and ji, you make me want to be something different. something more. i don't know if that makes me a good valentine. but i want to be. i want to be what it is you want, simply for being me.
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after mystery's earlier little delivery, it's less of a surprise to receive one from bee, and hyeon's already smiling brightly when he recognizes the format as another valentine application even before reading any of the answers. he can't quite help an endeared laugh at the timing of it, given one of his hands is currently occupied by the wound leash attached to bee's collar, toying with the metal and keeping the tulpae close only to tug him closer as he takes in the answers.
much of it is related to things they already talk about, or had previously shared, but something warms inside him all the same at seeing it written in bee's hand, whether it's information he already knew or not. by the time the dragon has gotten to the last answer, more of the leash is wrapped around his hand to draw bee into sitting in his lap, brief shimmers of scales giving away how pleased he is to have the other with him at all let alone getting to love him.
"as if i'd say anything other than yes, haetsal," he hums, nuzzling at bee lovingly. "yes, a hundred times over, please be my valentine."
