#dinofrick

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

{text:} jonGHYUN HEY TURN AROUND I”M BEHIND YOU

{text:} CHECK YOUR PHONE HURRY I’M WAVING LIKE AN IDIOT JFC

{text:} oh wait that’s a hobo—

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

{text:} hey haha wanna know a secret

{text:} no really you can’t tell anyone

{text:} i need you to send someone to the girls’ room there’s no toilet paper and no oNE WILL ANSWER THEIR FUCKING PHONE

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

Dear Diary,

It was a long day today. I’m really tired. But… why is everything always so serious? I miss those days I could just mess around with Jonghyun, and even though people called us little shits, it was in an endearing way, haha. To be honest, I miss Jonghyun too. Even though he can be a frick frack, it’s no fun when he’s not around. I wish he would come around more often. My closet is lonely and empty. Well, if you don’t include that dead body— Anyway, it’s almost 12am so I should go to bed wow.

Love,

Joohyun

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

Dear Jonghyun,

How are you? That’s not a question I get to ask very often.

☎: For a drunk phone call.

Seohyun hiccuped in between giggles, her body sprawled out on the couch. How she had gotten there she didn’t exactly know, but she didn’t exactly care either. All she knew was that she needed to call Jonghyun as soon as possible. After a few failed attempts, she had finally managed to call the right person, having had to hang up angrily several times when the wrong person had answered on the other line. Finally, ten to fifteen attempts (she had lost count), Jonghyun’s sleepy-ridden voice was the one that greeted her. “Jonghyun! Jonghyun, listen. I,” she giggled in between her slurs, “I’ve found your brethren! It’s a… a chicken nugget… But it’s shaped like a dinosaur! You guys are related! Hm,” she yawned, rubbing her eyes as she smacked her lips. “Well, I’m sleepy now, so bye!” Before Jonghyun could say a word, Seohyun had hung up and passed out.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

"The number you have tried to reach—" Seohyun groaned softly in frustration. It was the third time she had attempted calling Jonghyun, and for the third time she was only met with an automated message. She decided to just leave a message this time, and hopefully he’d call back. "Yah! I’ve been waiting in front of the karaoke place since 5:30! It’s getting dark already and I forgot my jacket at home. If you don’t call me back in 10 minutes, I’m never going to karaoke with you again, you little shit!" She hung up with a huff.

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you’re allowed to specify what you want.

favorite food: sweet potato

favorite color: pink

favorite music: classical music

favorite instrument: piano

favorite season: summer

favorite hobby: reading

that’s all i can think of rn—

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

(( ohhh um !!! even though we never actually literately roleplayed anything u know i feel like all their conversations in a literate verse would be really easy going and nothing would be taken seriously, so they could literally say anything to each other and it would be just a joke, because that’s what like to do when they’re together: laugh. so when jjong came out to seo [this is like the only ‘serious’ thing that really happened between them], even though she was a little taken aback at first, they were laughing it off by the end of the day. which is the really great thing about their friendship i think. you should always have someone to laugh with no matter what ~ : D ))

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

A yell sounded through the room, startling the boy who inhabited it. He turned to see the source, but he was only able to catch a glimpse of the blur of limbs and long brown hair coming at him before it knocked the breath out of him. Seohyun hugged Jonghyun, scrunching her face as she squeezed his body between her arms with all her might. When he wheezed out a, “Can’t…breathe…”, she merely happily replied with an, “Aww, I missed you, too!”

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

"No, Jonghyun! Listen—" Seohyun abruptly stopped talking to get in the boy’s path for the door. He folded his arms and raised his brows at her, and shook his head as he gave her a look. This only made Seohyun flare her nose more violently, and she threw her hands up in the air in defeat. "Okay, you know what? Fine, I give up." A smile began to form on Jonghyun’s lips. "You’re still getting a pug for your birthday, though." The smile immediately fell from his lips and he left in a huff, not wanting to hear more of the dog he found so demonic.

♪: I’ve put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

Song: Young Volcanoes- Fallout Boy

As everyone chattered in the lobby, two figures ducked low behind a small ledge that kept the group of people oblivious to their observers. Seohyun glanced over at Jonghyun, who matched the mischievous grin that was on her lips. “Ready?” she asked in a hushed voice. He merely nodded and got up with her, and they gave each other another curt nod of encouragement before running through the SM managers who were supposed to be keeping all the idols in the building. Both ran as fast as they could, but when they felt that the managers came too close, it was mutually decided to commence plan B. Smoke bombs (a term used sparingly, as these were small and only gave off a puff of smoke that lasted not even a full minute) were thrown at the ground, disorienting most people. Finally, Seohyun and Jonghyun escaped from the building, laughing breathlessly, and gave each other a high five.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

Groans filled the room when Jonghyun went and changed the song playing in the practice room, running to the middle of the room. He looked up to Seohyun, and quickly motioned for her to join him. With mock reluctance, she dragged herself to the middle of the floor as well, but immediately snapped up as the build up of the song began to play. In an instant, the two were flailing their arms widely and shaking their hips in some sort of dance only they knew. Everyone watched in slight discomfort, and cringed towards the wall. But Jonghyun and Seohyun didn’t care. This was their jam and they were going to rock out to it.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse’s reaction be to this idea?

Seohyun smirked and fixed her crown, her feet propped up onto her very new foot rest. She leaned back into her throne, a sigh of content leaving her lips. “Are you comfortable, your Highness?” Jonghyun asked, his voice strained. The princess hummed in response, and poked the boy’s head with her foot. He rolled his eyes and said through strained teeth, “I am not worthy of your mercy, Princess.” Seohyun cackled in delight, very much enjoying her day as royalty.

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

Jonghyun smiled smugly, tilting his head towards Seohyun so that he could hear her more clearly. “Well? I’m waiting.”

The girl scratched her head in frustration, and sighed. In a monotonous voice she replied, “You are the greatest, most amazing man to ever walk the planet. I don’t know how one person can be so very talented. I wish I was you. Please let me touch your hand.”

The man grinned and looked the other way as if in embarrassment. “Since I”m in such a good mood, I suppose I will,” he said as his hand started rubbing all over Seohyun’s face that let out cries of protest.

~these next ones are connected ~

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

"Oh my God!" Seohyun yelled in shock, and ran to the side of the tub to quickly pull out her flailing friend. Unsure of what to do, tears filled her eyes in panic. She pulled out her phone and quickly dialed the emergency line, pleading for them to hurry and help her friend. Knelt by his side, Seohyun threw a towel over his body, her hands covering her mouth as she attempted to mumble to him through her sobs. "It’s going to be okay, Jonghyun, everything’s going to be okay. Help is on the way."

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

Seohyun sat in the waiting rooom, head in her hands. Upon seeing the doctor, she stood up and for some reason, she knew. Still, she shook her head, fresh tears falling over her stained face. Nothing came from her mouth but sobs, and she had to sit down to calm her shaking. People came to put their arms around her, but she could barely feel them as guilt numbed her body. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening.

☾: It’s in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

Gasping, Seohyun woke up with a start, her face stiff from the tears that had dried on her cheeks. The darkness initially shocked her as she had been in a white hospital room just a moment before. Was that really a dream? It had seemed so real… Careful not to wake up the sleeping figure beside her, she swung her legs over the bed and rolled out, grabbing her phone in the process. Once in the confines of her bathroom, she dialed Jonghyun hurriedly. Relief flooded through her at the sound of his sleepy voice and she could only laugh when he asked for the purpose of the late-night call. “I was just checking up on you!” she chirped, to which Jonghyun replied with a very loud snore.

~wow such connection~

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

It was just one of those days for Seohyun. There weren’t even people in the practice room (or so she thought), and what else did she have to do? Actually practice for the come back? She wanted to have fun too (besides she had already been practicing for the past 4 hours). And so, that’s why she was dancing on her own without a care in the world. Her moves were so rad that she didn’t even notice the boy who had stepped in, walking backwards for some reason, as he bobbed his head to the music playing from his head phones. As both couldn’t see the other, the inevitable happened: Seohyun shimmied into the boy who had stopped in the middle of the room, and the boy, too busy not seeing Seohyun fell over with a thud. Upon impact, Jonghyun (the victim), yelped in surprise, but did not put his arms out quick enough to catch his fall. “Oh my God!” Seohyun yelled. “Are you okay?” Her eyes widened at the sight of Jonghyun’s reddened face and she covered her mouth as a laugh tried to escape. She gave a muffled apology, then helped him up, promising to make it up to him.

☂: It’s pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

"Eh? Don’t you watch the weather, you idiot?" Seohyun asked, opening up her white and pink polka dotted umbrella. "I don’t wanna share!" She stuck her tongue out at Jonghyun, who simply pointed to his face to remind them why they were going out into the rain in the first place. The girl rolled her eyes, and with mock reluctance, held up her umbrella to cover the both of them as they walked down the street to the nearest convenience store.

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

After paying, Seohyun brought over two freshly made cups of ramen to the counter where Jonghyun waited. They both grinned and split their chopsticks simultaneously, ready to fill themselves with the warm soup, especially since the rain had made it so cold outside. While Seohyun gently blew onto the surface of the noodles, Jonghyun just went for it, yelling out in pain once the liquid scolded his mouth. “Ow, ow, ow,” he chanted as he fanned at his burning tongue. Seohyun watched in amusement as she drank from her cup, sighing (endearingly) at the stupidity of her friend.

ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go? & ♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

"Uh, giraffe! Hot dog? Di—" Seohyun quickly yelled out in a sad attempt of interpreting what the hell Jonghyun was trying to act out in their game of charades. After guessing continuously, Seohyun finally threw her hands up in the air and admitted defeat. Jonghyun rolled his eyes and looked at the girl who sat in front of him, his hands on his hips. The rain had intensified while they were in the convenience store and soon enough, people were being advised to stay indoors. Since Jonghyun’s dorm was the nearest, they had quickly ran there, only to be met with no electricity. This is why they had started playing charades, but… they weren’t very good at it. 

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

Seohyun walked to the front of the plane and glanced at her ticket to make sure she was headed for the right seat. Finding that there was already a passenger there, she gingerly sat down, and straightened the creases of her dress out. Suddenly, the sleeping figure beside her shifted, then out of nowhere screamed in her ear. “SEOHYUN?!” The loud noise made her flinch and roll her eyes at the easily recognizable voice. She muttered an “oh dear God” under her breath before lolling her head towards Jonghyun who just so happened to be her seatmate. The rest of the ride consisted of bickering, stupid pranks against each other, and causing havoc in first class. They were never allowed to sit together on the plane ever again.

~very connect~ 

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this? & ☢: It’s too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

"No," Seohyun deadpanned. She turned back to the fan that only slightly cooled the heated air that seemed to cling to her skin mercilessly. Jonghyun whined, only making her throw a pillow at his face. "Stop that, you’re increasing the humidity of the room." The boy pouted and held onto the pillow, sighing with frustration as he laid down on the cool wood floor.

"Then, what are we supposed to do?" Jonghyun sat up again, his eyebrow raised. "You just want to melt here?" Seohyun responded by throwing yet another pillow, but she also stood up to offer her hand to the sitting boy. 

"Let’s go to the beach!" she suggested enthusiastically. Jonghyun threw his arms up in exasperation.

"I literally just said that!"

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful? & ☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn’t- how’d it happen and how’ll mine help?

"Seohyun, why are you just sitting at the shore? It’s cooler over here!" Jonghyun waved his arms from where he was waist deep in water. The girl only shook her head, and picked at the seashells embedded in the sand she sat on. The cool water washed over her wiggling toes, but a sudden yelp caused her to look up just in time to see a large wave coming up behind her friend. Before she could even decide against warning him, it had already crashed against his back. Once he came back up to the surface, she fell over in laughter at his shocked expression. Eyes narrowing, he ran through the water to where Seohyun sat still laughing, and grabbed her ankle to drag her into the water by the leg. A few hours later, the blazing sun had finally started to lower into the horizon, and Jonghyun lay on his towel in pain, his shirt covering the sunburn he had on his shoulders. Of course, it didn’t make it any better that Seohyun was there. Though she offered many ways to ease the burns, she had also very firmly pat him on the back a few times. Eventually he just lay down to protect himself from her vicious poking on his burns. 

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react? & ★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them. 

After having fed Jonghyun two pints of ice cream, Seohyun felt stumped. He still didn’t seem comforted, and even though she considered herself his best friend, she had no idea what else to do. As guilt spread started forming in the pit of her stomach, she paced out to the in hopes of getting fresh ideas from the fresh air. Automatically, she looked up to the sky and admired the sparkling stars that somehow gave her a quiet sense of peace. That’s when the idea struck her; trying to contain her excitement was definitely the hard part when she (gently) dragged Jonghyun out to see the night. He looked up blankly, but once Seohyun turned on her iPod to play his favorite song, a soft smile formed on his lips. The girl couldn’t help but to pump her fist in the air in victory and hug him quickly. “No more sad, okay?!” she reprimanded him with a pout, and he only nodded as he looked up to the sky.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how’ll my muse ever thank them?

ugh i’m so tired but i’m almost done maybe i’ll add this one later

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

you probably gave me the wrong directions lol no

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what’s my muse’s reaction? & ✘: Scars aren’t very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.