#bnminjae

             ( EMOTICON MEME: ACCEPTING! )

they’re in her bed with her pastel pink sheets entangled around them, everything bathed in the warm, yellow luminescence of her bedside lamp and their shadows large and looming on her dorm room wall. bitna is sitting with her knees to her chest, sheets pulled up to hide her torso and her long waves of hair covering her bare back. she’s trying to craft poor shadow mimicries of animals on the wall with her fingers ( “does that look like a duck to you, minjae?” ) and minjae is watching her, elbow propped up on her pillow, silent and pensive as always.

she’s in the middle of attempting a very complicated shadow bear when bitna feels the brush of minjae’s fingertips on her back. she shivers from the contact and shifts her body over to give him a quizzical smile from over her shoulder; he responds by taking the ends of her hair and brushing it aside. “wanna learn how to braid it?” she says after a prolonged period of silence; minjae shrugs in response, pushing himself upward and positioning himself behind her.

for a long time, it is just bitna’s voice softly uttering directives and minjae’s hands not quite following her orders; all his fingers seem to be doing is making their way through her hair and leaving ghostly imprints on her back. bitna tries hard to ignore the way her heart beats faster every time minjae’s hands ‘accidentally’ land on the sensitive parts of her neck, or how good it feels when he tugs softly on her hair to play with it – tries to uphold ignorance on how affected she is by his ministrations by laughing at his lack of skills ( “you’re honestly the worst, minjae!” ) or babbling nonsensically. eventually, though, bitna falls silent, chest rising and falling quicker than normal and her cheeks flushed with feeling. 

his eyes quickly dart to the girl beside him when he sees her shifting round, his bewilderment showing in both his expression and tone. did she really expect to get away with stealing his jacket? he was undoubtedly oblivious, but not to that extent.

“yah, what are you doing?” his shock shifts to amusement, his agape mouth replaced by a smile. “i know it’s cold, but you know that you can ask to wear my coat, right? you don’t have to try to be sly. plus, there’s no way you could take it from the back of my chair without me feeling it. who do you think you are, houdini?”

he shakes his head, chuckles under his breath as he drapes the jacket around her shoulders. he’s at somewhat of a loss, unsure of what exactly to say, but he does find her attempt both amusing and adorable.

hard gulps seems like something that only occurs within works of fiction, but byunghee gulps when his tone cuts through the silence that built up in the air. she didn’t think that far ahead. of course he’ll see his jacket on her if she succeeded, but something along the lines of ‘he can’t take it back if i’m already wearing it’ ran through her mind.

“well i was giving it my best effort,” she retorts; her lips pouting like a child after they’re caught in an act they aren’t supposed to be doing. she pulls the jacket closer around her. even the nights in seoul come hand in hand with the chills, but she’ll always be first to state that she has paper thin skin that needs to be kept warm.

send me a ♪ for a song that reminds me of our muses and my favorite lyrics from it.

wanna ride my bike with youfully undressed,no training wheels left for youi'll pull them off for you

- training wheels, melanie martinez

send me a ♥ for one thing my muse likes about yours.

“the way you put up with me. when i’m being stupid, or hoarding your sweaters, or feeding suja too much when you’re not around, or drunk-calling you at 3am, or standing outside my door even when i won’t let you in because i’m too sad. there’s something about that wholehearted acceptance that’s inexplicably wonderful, and i’m eternally grateful for that. for you.”

send me a ⊗ for one thing my muse dislikes about yours.

“why are you so scared of us? when have i ever left you? when have i ever been anything but the best i can be for you? sometimes i think that it isn’t being an ‘us’ that you’re afraid of. sometimes i think it’s just because part of that ‘us’ is me.”

send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours.

‘does minjae have an unlimited amount of sweaters, or does he take some back from me whenever he comes over? where do they come from? should i give some back-- no.”

send me a ≠ for something my muse would never say to your muse.

“sometimes, i wonder if i’d be happier if i hadn’t fallen in love with you.”

send me a ϟ for a plot i think would be fun for your muse/our muses.