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⋈ ; our muses being stuck in a haunted house together !

                         Baq had no clue as how nor why they were even in this place, the raven can’t even recall the reason they ended up here at all. Initially, he was on a vacation here in Korea. He decided to widen his knowledge and get out more. He had heard of famous pet stores or care takers around this area but, one thing led to another--

And now the raven was undoubtedly lost... Well, the blame wasn’t entirely his, he could very well also let the blame be shared with his companion Bibingka, the cute little forest turtle he is.

One moment Bibingka was at his pocket, next thing he knew the little guy was missing. Baq had no clue as to how Bibingka walked so fast to this place but now, they were stuck here along with a stranger.

“So uh...” Baq started, holding Bibingka close to his chest as he turned to look at the girl.

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                                          He didn’t know how long he had been sitting here, trying not to fidget and be still as possible as the priest was talking... How long had it been? 3 minutes? 5 minutes? 10 minutes?! Qiu had next to no idea anymore nor was he able to check his wrist watch as he wasn’t allowed to do so  anymore.

He checked his watched at least 15 times in the matter of just a minute... A certain someone had gotten irritated and asked him to stop.

And now, here he was having an increasingly hard time not only listening, but the sheer amount of boredom and nothingness he had been doing, was making the blond feel sleepy.

As much as he loved going to church and being faithful; he still found it such an Herculean task to get through an hour of just listening.

“I’m going to die.” Qiu whispered to the other, groaning. “Can I please go to the bathroom?” To at least stretch his legs or play 10 minutes of mobile Tekken maybe. He hated waiting like this.

It wasn’t that Hwoarang didn’t notice Steve’s presence, it was just that he was too immersed in the magazine, on a particular article on fine tuning and motorcycle maintenance. He wasn’t trying to ignore Steve, but he smirked, seeing that it was beginning to slightly irritate the blonde.

And Hwoarang always liked fooling around and teasing him.

So when the boxer’s hand made its way to his thigh and he leaned in closer, asking for a kiss (with terribly and adorably reddened cheeks), he knew he had to play along.

Pushing the magazine closer to his face, he slightly looked over at Steve, and waited.

And once Steve least expected it, Hwoarang quickly dropped his magazine, grabbed Steve’s collar, pulled him close and kissed him

His hand on Hwoarang’s thigh lightly squeezed on the flesh, feeling the hard muscles on them. The other hand went to play with the strands of red hair on the back of the other’s head. He loved playing with Hwoarang’s hair, loved the feel of it in his hands just as much as he enjoyed touching his strong legs.

But damn, he was still getting annoyed by the lack of attention Hwoarang was giving him.

He didn’t mind it when Hwoarang wanted to read magazines or hell, rows of books but, that didn’t mean he should ignore Steve! Steve lives off of the attention Hwoarang gives him!

Steve pouted, for once not being too self-conscious about doing it since it seemed as though, Hwoarang was ignoring his existence. He grumbled next, fidgeting and getting uneasy from the feeling of being ignored.

He just wanted one kiss or maybe, two or more but still!

“Hwoa, come on,” Steve was this close to whining when--

Hwoarang took him by the collar and Steve’s eyes widened in surprise. The kiss was quick and something that he blond didn’t expect at all... Not, that he’s complaining though...

He knew it wasn’t something he should have invested in. His heart was still broken, and he was looking for the next thing that would get him off for a night.

Luckily, that thing happened to be Steve Fox.

Last night was mainly a blur, he remembered the falling limbs, the embraces, the touches, fingerprints like fire across his body, stolen kisses..everything…if for one night, just to run away and escape what was ailing him.

Morning came.

He expected to leave Steve overnight.

To leave his embrace and run back home, lying alone in his bed as he had always done.

But this morning, he found himself stuck in Steve’s arms, a thin sheet of off-white the only thing covering his skin. He was…happy.

Satisfied.

His mind said to leave, not to drag Steve along with his pain, but he found he couldn’t leave. Steve’s embrace was too sweet, too trusting, too innocent.

Too tight, and yet, just fine.

He looked up, his consciousness teetering between sleep and awake, his body plastered on top of Steve’s, face cradled at the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

So comforting…

Slowly rising up, he came closer to Steve, bringing his lips to his.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” he whispered, stealing a quick kiss

Last night was something that Steve hadn’t at all planned. Yes, it was a boy’s night out and yes, maybe he had on purposely flirted with Hwoarang because why the hell not? The redhead was sexy, charming, and most of all Steve has totally been crushing on him recently.

It was weird, Hwoarang was the first bloke to ever evoke such feelings from him. At first, Steve had thought maybe he was becoming the jealous friend type and tried to understand why the hell he was getting annoyed. It took him quite an amount of time to realize that he had slowly been developing feelings for his redheaded friend.

Weird, but true.

Steve never in his life would have ever thought he’d start liking a guy... His best mate at that!

But that was in the past and this was now. He had fooled around with Hwoarang quite a few times now after the initial acceptance that yeah, he was totally crushing on a guy and he now wouldn’t mind getting near a dick if he could get off to someone as good-looking as Hwoarang... If only that were the case.

Maybe... Just maybe, he wanted a little bit more.

Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve should stop being greedy. Besides, he was having such a good dream. He’s in his bed, wrapped with warm blankets as he feels strong arms envelop him and Steve himself is wrapping his arms around someone. Feeling much like Hwoarang, his hands felt like the redhead’s, his physique pressed up against Steve own body felt good.

A groan escape’s Steve’s lips as he felt hair tickle against the crook of his neck. He felt ticklish and didn’t really want to be woken up from such a comforting sleep.

Yet, he felt lips touch his own, sweet  and fleeting that made the blond want to reciprocate and chase those lips that touched his.

Groggily, he opened his eyes at the greet. The blond was way too comforted and sleepy to actually want to wake up... Though, the sight before did prove to be better than any sleep.

Steve smiled, pulling Hwoarang closer as he kissed the other again, eyes falling shut from still being drowsy.

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                                      The event was something that Charlie most certainly did not look forward to at most; he was way too old to enjoy such childish things. Yet, if it was for his little niece he could bear with it. Everything was coloured in pink and everywhere little girls and sometimes even boys would run around screaming and ecstatic for their favourite kitten.

“Charlie-nii! Charlie-nii!” Shizuku his niece called out to him. “Look at that Hello Kitty tea set! It’s purrtiful!” She exclaimed out in glee as she hurriedly grabbed  a hold of the raven’s hand and dragged him towards the little booth wherein they seemed to be selling the Hello Kitty tea set.

“Shizuku be careful.” He chuckled at his overactive niece as they made their way yet, as they came closer to the booth he couldn’t help but notice the man whom was also scurrying his way to the tea set. He didn’t seem to be someone whom was accompanying younger relatives like Charlie.

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                          The weather was cold, chilly winter air wrapping around Reita’s body as he walked through the snowing day. In his hand he clutched on a small paper bag; a stuffed toy puppy that was soft to touch, fur brown and fuzzy that any kid would love at first sight. A small grin had been playing on the blond’s lips the entire day. He’d been looking forward to spending this day with Miyuki and Ruki, taking a day off from his so called... work.

A frown suddenly strained on his features at the thought. He had been thinking of giving up that hobby of his for quite some time now. Though, he had been passionate about his blood escapades since childhood--

’It wouldn’t be good if Ruki found out.’ he mused to himself.

’What kind of sane person would be cool with it anyways?’ he continued on with the chat in his head.

                  “Excuse me?” were the words uttered out from    the blond’s lips. He arched up one inquisitive brow, blinking   a few times as he stared at the stranger in front of him. Was  she a fan? Somebody important he forgot?