#advseulgi

He sets his book down to stare Seulgi directly in the eyes for onevery long moment. “Why are you being like this? Can’t you be like..like…”Sanghyuk struggles to find words before raising one hand in a gesture ofmistletoe hanging between them. “Just be like a normal person and hangmistletoe like this!” He wiggles the imaginary sprig of mistletoe beforesighing loudly and sinking into his seat. A moment of silence blossoms betweenthem as Sanghyuk looks out the window, foggy from the cold snow fallingoutside.

Eventually he turns to look at her. “You’re really a weird one.Seriously.” He reaches out to grab his book and move to another seat in theroom when a hand pulls him back. “Ah, what is it now!”

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It’s normal enough these days for Jiyong to find his way onto the city street in human form. He’s gotten a little more used to the concept of doing necessary and normal humans things, or at least what he thinks is normal. Today’s trip out is specifically to buy some clothes, mostly because he’s already insanely low on numbers of outfits and he managed to recently burn a hoodie that he sort of needed. So he leaves the safety of Minhyuk’s far warmer room in Daybreak to brave the snowy streets. 

He’s already complained about the cold to practically everyone he knows, so there’s no point to even think about it anymore. He can pull the scarf further up on his face and the beanie further down but it’s really not going to stop him from losing body heat far faster than he’d like. So he just lets out a breath and watches as it drifts up into the sky. At least the sun’s out today. That’s bound to make it a little warmer out or something, right? He’s got no clue. He just keeps trudging through the cold and the snow. 

There are some other people on the town, but he can’t help but notice that one of said people not only smells a bit off, she seems to be following him. There’s really no reason he can think to follow him. He certainly doesn’t look like he’s got any money. His appearance might be a little odd, what with the bright red hair and eyes, but he’s relatively sure that this place sees weirder with some of the mutants he’s seen leaving Daybreak from time to time. It doesn’t make a lot of sense that anyone would want to follow him in specific... But he can’t deny that this particular chick’s trailing him. So he picks up the pace just a little. He’s not really supposed to cause trouble on the streets. Daybreak rules or something.

That doesn’t super stop him but he’s at least trying.

Of course, he doesn’t move much faster. The girl’s still keeping up and eventually he turns with a straight up snarl. He hunches his shoulders- practically growling at the stranger. He’s not in the mood to deal with this but here he is none the less.

[text]: cats don’t care about human santa

[text]: plS

[text]: don’t tell her cat santa isn’t real though

[text]: don’t do it KANG SEULGI

✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.

He was not aware that the eggnog had alcohol in it. So itwould not be fair for him to have to shoulder all the blame of what he would orwould not do thereafter.

This, of course, includes drunk dialling Seulgi. They hadexchanged numbers quickly after their initial meeting, and had been contactingeach other frequently. Because Kang Joon is a man of little words, it’stherefore expected that Seulgi may not know exactly how he feels about her.Sure, he’s caught her doing some odd things that he would never agree with, butSeulgi may never have found out what he truly thought of her…

Until now.

“Seulgi, listen,”he begs as soon as the dial tone halts, “just listen for a sec. You and me—I—Imean… we make a great pair. We have…we have similar powers, similar I don’t know… similar powers!”

(He’s so proud of himself for remembering what he was tryingto say.)

“You… you complete me, Seulgi… you help me stop killingpeople— you… you’re my other half! It’s so, socrazy,” he rambles, his hands moving to tiredly rub against his face, “thinkabout it. You and m— I. You and I. It would work— we fit like— like I’m Clostridium difficile with the sporesand I make people sick, right? And you are the pulsing antibiotics treatmentthat is the only thing that can… get rid of me and it’s just so… it fits.”

“Think about it.”

“Seulgi, come on!”Jennie begs exasperatedly, her gloved hand clasped in Seulgi’s as she leads thelatter away from whatever child she’s taken an interest in. Is it too much toask for one normal Christmas dayfilled with fun, normal Christmasactivities?

Jennie had taken Seulgi to a random neighbourhood to build asnowman, rapidly talking Seulgi’s ear off on their way over about how she’s always done this with her daddy, and howher daddy always made her lead thedesign of the snowman because he claimed she was the best at it. She was surethis was something Seulgi would enjoy—instead of stealing toys off the streetlike an old, shady man lures children with candies towards his windowless van,why not take an interest in an inanimate toy created to your perceivedperfection?—but as it turns out, Seulgi is the kind of person who will never besatisfied with a copy of the real deal. (She should’ve known better, honestly,because if you squint, Jennie’s not all that different from Seulgi in thataspect.)

But alas, the current pathetic excuse of a half-builtsnowman sits lonely in the snow, and if it gets really quiet, you can almost hearit crying as it begs to be euthanised. The snowman is created 90% by Jennie,and the rest by Seulgi, because as said before, Seulgi’s interest in snowmanbuilding was akin to Jennie’s interest in getting a conscience. (At this point,it becomes clear that the real reasonwhy Jennie was asked to direct the creation of the snowman, rather thanactually build it, is because she’s absolutely terrible at building a snowman.)Still, Jennie refuses to give up, wishing to uphold this tradition that she’sshared with the beloved members of her family, and the only true reason she’sinvited Seulgi along is not to experience the joy of Christmas, but because she needs a helper.

So she drags Seulgi towards their—her—snowman, and Jennie hands Seulgi the carrot.

“Alright. Now, Seulgi—honey—please put the carrot on thesnowman! It needs to breathe!” shejokes, her lips curling up into her characteristic grin. But the grin is quickto be wiped off when Seulgi sticks the carrot on the top of the snowman’s headrather than his face, because “it’s a hat, right?” Seulgi explains.

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It’d been a month since Halloween, and she’d tried to move on. Hyejin really had; she’d only suffered through a handful of nightmares after coming home from the hospital, which she considered to be an achievement. Any physical evidence of that night had disappeared in a week at most, but sometimes she still found herself mindlessly scratching her arms or legs. Sometimes a fluttering of insect wings would whir in her ears and she would whip her head around, and sometimes she would catch fleeting glimpses of a familiar child that flitted out of her vision, but it’d been a month.

A month was plenty of time, that was why she’d pulled on the first cute outfit she could throw out of her closet and headed for the streets for holiday shopping. Squinting eyes peered at the holiday lights decorating the trees. Logically, she knew that Hyejin should be delighted at the decorations and festive atmosphere, and indeed there was a part of her that couldn’t resist the shy smile pulling her lips, but there was also a part of her somewhat confused by the excited voices and laughter echoing around her. A tiny shard of Hyejin wondered how people could happily walk around the streets without a care in the world.

In the distance she heard muffled crying, and a startled Hyejin stumbled around for the source before coming to a sudden halt in front of a crying boy. “Aigoo, what’s wrong, honey?” she cooed, immediately bending down to slowly pull the child into her arms and rubbing his back soothingly. “Where’s your mommy and daddy?”

The question caused his wails to increase in pitch, which she bristled at. “Ah, you can’t find them, is that?” she guessed in a smooth, pleasant tone. After looking down at the boy and gauging his size, Hyejin pulled him completely into her grasp and stood up with an exaggerated heave. “There, there, I’m sure we’ll find them soon, hm?”

“I…I want my mommy…!” He buried his face into her shoulders, and as his tears stained her sweater she felt a strong, familiar pull.

It was like the fabric of the universe pulling itself apart, strings snapping in half before suddenly coming back together to make the boy’s mother appear in the literal blink of an eye. The woman herself also seemed baffled by the sudden change in surroundings, but tossed it aside in favor of taking the child out of Hyejin’s arms and whispering soothingly into her son’s ears.