#dolvmite

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he probably didn’t need to hear anyone else to tell him to stop complaining, whining- same thing. reaching over, she grabs her wallet and pays for his bus fare, zipping it up and then placing it in her back wallet. someone had to do it, and she didn’t necessarily feel bad in some sort, but she knew how it felt like to forget her wallet and pass. it was a hassle, but someone was nice enough to pay for her bus fare. rolling her eyes, she uses her pass to step on and then turning around.

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“they work on everyone but you. why?” of course he would whine and complain, how couldn’t he? the siren was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it, but when someone resisted his charms... it’d only make him feel whiny and bad. why resist when they could just give in? silly humans, they had no idea what he could do for something he wanted.

jinho, on the other hand, was a harmless painter and baekhyun would feel bad taking advantage of him ( the other didn’t even blink at his rather... sad facial expression, a shame ), at least in that moment. with a shake of his head, the siren brushes it off, whatever he wanted was forgotten in that moment, not important anymore.

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   He’s always been a mess and she’s always accepted it, turning a blind eye to the chaos he brought to her life. She prayed she satiated his pain if only a little bit, but she doubted helping him heal was anywhere in her power. 

   She wouldn’t call him a lost cause, but he was simply a puzzle her nimble fingers couldn’t put together no matter how hard she struggled. His hold on the drugs were too strong. With each round of rehab came the hope he’d be better, that he’d be reformed into a new man. It never happened, and she had stopped expecting him to be healed.

   Hoping for the better never got anyone anywhere, it was all a matter of putting the effort into any obstacle that made any difference. Jinho just needed her help. He needed everyone’s help.

   Sometimes her mind isn’t whirling with thoughts of his inevitable end and instead she’s able to focus on better things. Like his smile when they’re together and the connection they have. He was the brother she never had, and she couldn’t explain why that meant so much to her. 

   She never brings it up. And sometimes she regrets that. She’s never been good with sharing her emotions, especially when it came to more heartfelt ones. Maybe one day she wouldn’t swallow down her thoughts and instead let them flow freely to the other. 

   The pitter patter of rain awakens her from her thoughts. She doesn’t speak for a moment, choosing to focus on the way the drops burst when they hit the ground. She had always loved the rain, finding it beautiful even on the worst days.

   “Jihyo.” She’s startled by his voice, turning around to face him with a small smile tugging at her lips. He looks good, his eyes bright. “Come on.” 

   Her brows draw together in confusion but she doesn’t refuse, rising up to follow him outside. She’s happy she wore a thicker shirt today, stretching out her arm to catch some of the drops in her palm. While Jihyo doesn’t know why he decided to invite her outside in the rain she isn’t complaining as she invites the rain with open arms, watching the male with amusement twinkling in her eyes.

   It’s not often she sees him enjoying himself anymore, and with each waning day the likeliness of seeing a smile on his face grew more slim. While he may have looked like a complete idiot running around beneath the crying sky, it was certainly entertaining. 

   She only hesitates a moment longer before joining, throwing all caution to the wind as she ran after him. It was easily one of the most ridiculous things she had done in her life, but she didn’t care. 

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    Pop. The little glass marble crammed inside a blue bottle cap had finally shot away and into the back of his throat. For ten minutes (give or take), he’d been gnawing at the bottle of ramune, dragging his canine strategically along the sealed orb and sucking hard. He’d thrown away the plastic used to punch it open, and instead of getting help, Jinho had just gone along with it. Now he was choking, bringing a slender hand to his throat to coax the marble up. It had already passed through.

    The tendons in his hands became taut and delicately strung until his fingertips were digging into his throat. His eyes were taped to the empty basket of breaded fish crumbs that lay in front of Jinho.

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six: my muse will sendyour muse a text not meant for them

The local art gallery is having a show, and all of the businesses in the neighborhood were specially invited to attend. Some of the profits raised would be awarded to a few of the businesses; Chanyeol’s wasn’t on that list, but he didn’t mind. He’d gladly support his neighbors, without a question asked. The only thing, is that... well. Chanyeol isn’t too great at getting all spiffed up for events. He owns slacks and button-downs, sure, but actually wearing them? And slicking his hair back? That’s not necessarily his ‘thing’, but he does it anyway, his sister’s voice in the back of his head (”you went to an art gallery wearing that? Park Chanyeol, you’re such a slag!”).

But once Chanyeol gets there, pressed black slacks and deep red button-down shirt, his dark hair slicked back and away from his face, he finds himself relaxing. He politely greets the people he knows, even if they’re more acquaintances than anything, and he finds the open bar, acquiring a beer. With his free hand in his pocket, he starts wandering around the gallery, finding the beginning -- the lady standing at the podium explains to him that all the art pieces are in a sequential order, and by the end of the exhibit, he should have a strong feeling of the ‘bigger picture’. Chanyeol isn’t dumb, by any means, but sometimes art like this... escapes him. So he flashes her a smile, his default ‘yeah, I totally know what’s going on’ grin, before he makes his way to the first painting, staring up at it.

Squad: Do you have a best friend / close group of friends?

*:･ﾟ✧ I do, yes. The women that I work with, though they’re a few years older than I am, are my closest friends. They know everything about me and I know all about them. We go out to eat, visit each other’s houses when we have the chance, and even shop together on our days off if we’re lucky enough. I’m blessed to have them in my life and they were there for me when I was applying for my job at the dental center since during that time my father had just recently passed away. 

Bruise: Most physically painful moment?