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Defend - I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

It was a little too late, a little too dark, and a little too blurry. Those were Jiwon’s first thoughts as he stumbled out of the club, two hours or so after his shift. Nothing in his schedule had allowed him to retreat out of town for a few days, needless to say he felt helplessly trapped inside a buzzing, wired mundane body. The only thing he could possibly do for himself in such circumstances were to take his mind off of it, or he might just explode.

The raven-haired male shook his head several times as he slunk through the back alleys, a hiss slipping through gritted teeth at the rambunctious noises of city nightlife, pouring in from the main streets. He was just about to emerge from an alley onto the sidewalk when a blur of a figure knocked into him, nearly sending him toppling to the floor as it blew past. The next blur was much more familiar, though his usually bright features were marred with anger, his yelling indiscernible to Jiwon’s ears.

Blinking several times, he tried to assess the situation, his grey eyes scanning over the scene. He finally recognized the smaller figure as Taehyung, a smile crossing his lips before his eyes flitted over to the stranger who seemed to have switched from defense to offense, lunging forward and tackling the boy to the ground—

And suddenly, it didn’t take but a second for him to sober up, his irises clearing like clouds after a storm. In the next moment, the bulky man was pressed painfully up against the wall with Jiwon’s fist curled into his shirt, a low growl emanating from his lips. He could feel his teeth suddenly digging into the flesh of his lower lip, drawing blood that he barely tasted.

"Don’t fucking touch him," was the low, scratchy warning that slipped past the male’s lips, his free hand traveling upwards until it was closing around the struggling man’s throat, nails biting into the skin with no remorse.

It wasn’t until the burglar’s pupils were wide-blown with fear did Jiwon freeze, his body rigid and his nails still scraping across the fabric, right over a rapidly beating heart. He could practically feel the organ pumping quickly, the blood racing inside the man’s trembling body. His frightened breaths and curses grated on Jiwon’s ears.

Without blinking, the grip around the attacker’s neck loosened, just enough to let the air back in. Feeling his canines retract, though his breathing remained labored, he lowered his hand though the other continued to trap the man against the wall.

Nearly abyssal dark eyes fixed on the terrified pair before him, his head cocking to the side before his irises seemed to lighten up to a shade closer to his usual hue. Taking long, deep breaths, Jiwon pried the record store money bag from the male with no resistance, giving a him a shove and watching him dash off, tripping over his own two feet in his hurry.

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Splash!: wet hair, transparent underwear; our muses are chasing each other around in the park, eventually in a collision of ankles they are soaked to the bone in a public fountain…not a good day to wear white.

It was a pretty nice day out: it was too much on the warm side for Jiwon’s liking but the breeze made it plenty bearable. The company was what really made it nice, was Jiwon’s thought as he listened to Taehyung talk about his day animatedly. He didn’t talk all that much, if only because he really liked to listen. But at some point Jiwon got distracted by the sound of the boy’s voice and his various expressions more than his actual words, and he found himself snapping out of it only when the younger suddenly addressed him with a quiet whine."Hyunggg! Are you even listening?"Blinking, Jiwon quickly nodded, “Yeah, of course.” Taehyung fixed him with a suspicious look, “Liar!” before he pinched Jiwon’s cheek hard and ran off, laughing. The older student was stunned for a few seconds before he was chasing after the younger, ignoring the strange looks he got from the passerby in the park. “Yah, come back here!”He blinked when the boy turned around just to stick his tongue out at him before continuing to sprint forward. “You little-” he couldn’t help but laugh as he sped up, dodging others just narrowly as he quickly caught up to Taehyung just as he rounded the fountain in the center of the park."Gotcha!" Jiwon exclaimed triumphantly as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the boy’s waist. But, gravity took its toll and suddenly both boys are toppling into the fountain, sending up a spray of mist into the heat. Jiwon had turned so that the younger boy was on top of him to make sure he wouldn’t hit the shallow floor of the fountain.

It didn’t keep either of them from submerging briefly though. When Jiwon had broken the surface, his white shirt plastered to his skin, he’d pulled his hands back to push his wet bangs out of his eyes, blinking the water away. A laugh escaped his lips as he saw Taehyung’s disgruntled expression and heard the quiet grumbling, though the boy seemed to be looking everywhere but at him."See what happens?" He scolded lightly, though not seriously, a grin threatening to tug at his lips as he pushed the boy’s hair out of his face as well. And suddenly he realized that Taehyung was in fact, sitting on his legs and shivering at the sudden breeze. Chuckling quietly, he helped the boy up and out, grabbing the jacket he had dropped somewhere along the way (along with his backpack) and wrapping it around the younger boy snugly.

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I Prefer Blue: paint in your hair, you don’t play ‘fair’; our muses are painting some rooms in the house, a debate between which hue ensues, and ends in an all out paint-war.

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Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Ash gray eyes narrowed just slightly, showing a variation in Jiwon’s usually static expression. His jaw was tense and his eyes seemed to flicker between a darker color the closer that man at the bar got to the dark-haired girl. From his stance on the platform, he had a perfect view of the bar, and he was not liking the view. He’d absentmindedly kept the records spinning but there was a dissonance in the beat when an arm suddenly draped across Sumin’s shoulders.

A quiet, low growl ripping from his throat, Jiwon abruptly pulled his headphones off and slammed them down on the board, mentally trying to keep himself calm as he ran a playlist before immediately proceeding over to the pair. He could tell that the girl was uncomfortable in her body language: the way she was leaning away from the stranger.

Jiwon paused once he got near, his ears picking up the conversation. What he heard from the sleaze only made his vision flash red, and suddenly he was marching forward. Swiping the man’s arm off of Sumin’s shoulders and replacing it with one of his own, Jiwon’s expression shifted to one of near amusement when the perpetrator had opened his mouth to spout something rude before he’d shut it right back up. That’s when he knew the man had seen a flash of red.

"Oh, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt something?" Jiwon cut in with his quiet voice, head cocking to the side as he raised an eyebrow. The man sputtered out a ‘no’, before sliding off of the stool and disappearing into the crowd. The lazy smile replaced with Jiwon’s usual blank expression, he slid into the seat and signaled for two drinks, glancing over at Sumin with a soft scowl.

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Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Quiet breaths left the still body, though Jiwon’s brows were furrowed. He didn’t normally dream in his sleep, honestly he wasn’t sure if it was sleep (could he even sleep?) or meditating. So even in his mostly unconscious state, Jiwon was confused about the images flickering in his mind. They were pretty vague, common for someone who doesn’t dream he supposed, but the most confusing part was the subject of the sudden visions.

For one thing, Jiwon didn’t even know her. Through the fuzzy haze, because wow his vision hasn’t been this muddled in years, he could make out a petite stature and short cut, red hair. Or he supposed it was red. 

He approached her, slowly because for the first time in a while he was considerably confused. The closer he got, the clearer she seemed to become, and he could make out dainty features, though the look in her eyes seemed to tell otherwise. Standing a ways away, Jiwon hesitated before moving closer.

He continued forward until he stood right in front of her. She didn’t seem to show any reaction. Head tilting to the side, a hand reached out to gently poke her shoulder, as if testing if she were real. If the dream was real. But of course he felt no resistance, and she showed no response. It wasn’t until he spoke up, asking a very simple question ‘What’s your name?’ that she lifted her head to look at him.

And then she dissolved into darkness.