With his back given to the person that was looking at him without him noticing, Taehyung slid his shirt down his shoulders, leaving the pale skin of his back revealed. Humming softly to a random melody, he undid the button of his jeans and wiggled his hips a little to push them down. Turning around to step out of his jeans, he noticed the stranger that was looking at him. He stared at the other boy, his cheeks coloring into a deep shade of red. Taehyung looked at his own body, feeling a little self-conscious, putting his arms in front of him in order to cover himself a little. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were looking,” he apologized, not sure on how to react to someone looking at you while you stripped down your clothes.
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He was not too big a man to admit that he was lost. How exactly Thomas had gotten lost in Vighulir was a completely different story because he had been following directions and Vighulir wasn’t that big but he wasn’t good with direction. Or maps. Or generally getting anywhere without the help of a navigation device like a TomTom (Thomthom needed TomTom).
So that was how the young witch stepped into the first shop he saw to ask for the way back to the academy. He was faced, however, with things he had not expected. Not cute little gadgets or gemstones or maybe cauldrons like he had seen in the basement of his grandpapa and mama. No, he was face-to-face with real life weapons. Which was for a witch that never fought in his life wuite the shock.
Mildly terrified Thomas maneuvered through the store towards the counter where he saw a (maybe human, he looked human but you never knew) male. “uh- hello my name is Thomas.” He said, eyes now on a large sword and he wondered if someone could be split in two with that, it sure looked like that. “Can you tell me how to get back to the academy? And can you cut a human in two with hat sword?” Damn it Thom, think first before you open your piehole.
Italy was odd, more or less. It seemed a bit louder and more up front than some of the other countries he had traveled to with his family. A deeply religious country, his parents who talked about fortunes and mind reading had not been so kindly looked upon so far.
It wasn’t as though Zayn could do anything about it, he was simply along for the ride. They’d claimed that they were to find someone who would help him find his path, or something along those lines. He didn’t always believe them much, but at only 13, he knew there was little he could do to dissuade them of whatever plan they had.
As his mother called out promises of speaking to stranger’s dead relatives, Zayn walked away. He usually did in those situations, just stepped away and went to explore a little. His parents trusted him more than they probably should have. But when he got distracted by watching one of the shopkeepers, he accidentally bumped into someone. It wasn’t a rough bump, but still embarrassing.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” he said immediately, his surprise reverting him to his native tongue. He didn’t know much Italian, of course, but his mother had at least taught him ‘excuse me.’ Though the person he bumped into didn’t exactly seem Italian.
Seolhyun loved it to do things that she was passionatly about. So she tried to do them as much as possible. As a hunter one of these passions were weapons. They had something fascinating. Something that made Seolhyun interested in then. It could save her from time to time after all. Being a hunter was dangerous. She never knew what exactly would happen in the end.
On a free day she decided to visit a shop in the village that sold guns. It was not really hard to find. After stepping inside she walked along the shelves looking at all the different weapons she found. Maybe something new was here that could help her. So in her thought she didn’t see the owner of the shop yet. As her eyes suddenly found him she bowed and send him a nod. “Hello!” Then she continued her search through the shelves.
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What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
Hweji usually moves around when she sleeps but when she falls asleep she’s usually laying on her back. She lays on her back because she usually imagines herself just floating on water, relaxing.
Birthdays were never really a big deal to Sehun, they were really just another day and always had been. When he'd been younger, his 'family' hadn't thrown him any parties or anything like that, it simply passed with a “Happy Birthday” being thrown in every now and again. Now that he was away from them, of course, it was filled with messages on social networks wishing him a happy one. It wasn't that he particularly cared, it wasn't anything particularly important for him to be a year older considering he didn't have a definite life span anyway.
He had been sitting in his room, clicking through his dashboard with little interest as nothing seemed to be catching his eye when there was a knock on the door. His roommate had been more or less gone for a while, which wasn't something he considered particularly unfortunate. So with a slight frown seeing as it wasn't all that often he got visitors, he slid the laptop onto the bed next to him and stood to open the door. “Jongin, hey,” he nodded, seeing the familiar vampire who seemed to be the only person that came over. Sporadically as it was.
“Yo,” came the greeting as he slid his way beside Sehun and into the room.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, shutting the door and turning to see Jongin flop onto his bed as though it were his own room. But it wasn't anything he wasn't used to, and simply shook his head at the sight.
“I was bored,” he mumbled, opening Sehun's laptop and gesturing for him to input his password.
“Don't you have a computer? You'd better not go looking for porn,” he warned him, but typed it in for his friend anyway, sitting down next to him with a sigh. “You could have at least brought coffee with you.”
Jongin glanced up at him and shrugged, “I wanted company, and I like seeing what you do on this thing all the time,” he answered, clicking a few things on the device. “Isn't my presence enough?”
The genie snorted, running a hand through his hair, “I guess. Just don't post anything weird.”
He caught the edge of a grin from the vampire, and he knew it was likely that there would be at least one questionable post later on. “You got a message,” he hummed, tapping a few more times. “Wait...is it your birthday?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged, picking up his phone and glancing at the notification in his inbox. He didn't expect Jongin of all people to actually remember, even if they had gone to school together their whole lives.
“Oh...I kind of forgot,” the vampire said with a sheepish laugh afterword, “Happy Birthday, though. How old are you again? Are we the same age?”
Sehun glanced up, watching the other for a long moment, “Yeah, kind of. It's my twentieth,” he nodded, wondering how the other could forget so much. Or maybe he'd simply never paid all that much attention.
“Hmm...well...what can I get you?”
“...don't worry about it,” the genie didn't expect to be given anything for the day, it really was just any other day.
The click of his laptop alerted him that Jongin had closed it and he glanced up again from his phone, “Nope, that's not going to work. What do you want?” another grin accompanied his words.
A moment passed where Sehun felt himself trying not to think about how pretty Jongin's smile was, tried not to think about how soft his mouth looked. “Uh, really, I don't know,” he shook his head, but he knew that the other wasn't going to let it go, judging by the frown that threatened to take over his expression. “How about you let me dye your hair?” he suggested suddenly.
The surprise was written on Jongin's face, in the curve of his brows at the words. “Why would you want to dye my hair for your gift?”
“I don't know. I still have some bleach, and I like dying people's hair. It's my birthday that you forgot about after all,” he reminded playfully, “Even though we've been friends for how many years now?”
A hand lifted to quiet him, “Okay, okay, I give. It's weird, but why not I guess. So wait you want to make me blond again?”
Sehun nodded, sliding out of the bed to retreat into the bathroom to gather the products to do the job. “And you have to let me take pictures of you,” he called out behind him toward the other room.
“Ooh, voyeuristic,” came the voice much closer than anticipated.
The genie jumped slightly, standing only to bump into Jongin who was also standing much closer than expected. “Get your dick away from my ass,” he half-laughed and turned to place the products on the edge of the sink.
“Like you'd mind.”
A long glare accompanied the vampire's taunt before he quietly commanded him to sit down so he could do his hair and turned on the radio at the other's request since “bleaching is such an annoying process.” After a tedious amount of time brushing the dye into Jongin's hair and waiting for it to strip the darkness out of his hair, he ushered him into the shower to wash it out with a few complaints of “it stings.”
While Jongin was rinsing the dye out, Sehun busied himself by scrolling through his dashboard again, with people asking why he was suddenly posting porn. A sigh, knowing that had been Jongin's doing, and simply answered with I post whatever I like, even if he hadn't been the one to post it at all. When he heard the water turn off in the shower, he stood and waited outside the door since they still had to put in the toner before he had to rinse that out as well. Bleaching was by no means an easy process, but Sehun felt it was worth it, even if it wasn't his own hair at the time that was being done.
“Is it supposed to be this yellow?” came the whiny voice of Jongin inside the bathroom, the door opening.
Sehun rolled his eyes, “Toner,” he said simply before stepping inside the steamy bathroom and grabbed the blow-dryer.
“This is too complicated,” came another protest, but he followed along after him anyway.
“Jesus, Jongin, do you only use hot water or something?” he ignored him and simply turned on the device, fingers sliding through the vampire's hair to get more air to it and dry. Of course, the position only served to let him be closer to his friend than usual, and the blow-dryer had him close his eyes, from this vantage it was again apparent just how attracted he still was to him. Most of the time he was able to ignore those thoughts since he could just dwell on him being annoying or something, but there was something so unprotected about him in that moment that it made the younger's stomach clench in an uncomfortable way.
After another shower, Jongin's hair was finally looking about the right shade, and he yet again stood in front of the sink as Sehun blow-dryed his hair for the second time. “It looks good,” he confirmed as he continued to draw his fingers through the hair, making sure that it would be even and the right color when dry.
Jongin cracked an eye open at him in skepticism, “You didn't secretly dye me pink did you?”
“Do you really think I would do that?” the genie feigned innocence, making Jongin frown just slightly before he shook his head and turned off the blow-dryer. “Look for yourself,” he gestured, stepping out of the way for him. He watched as he moved to look at himself in the mirror, fingers moving to his hair to swipe through the newly-blond locks with a quiet hum of approval.
“Hairdresser Sehunnie,” he snorted quietly, glancing toward the younger in the mirror.
A shrug, “Does it meet your approval at least?” he asked. Instead of answering, Jongin turned away and wrapped an arm around Sehun's waist, drawing him closer. “What are you doing?” the genie questioned, playfully pushing the other away from him to no avail.
His question was only met with a slight smirk before Jongin leaned in, lips brushing against Sehun's agonizingly slowly. A flutter went through the genie's stomach, and instead of pushing him away again, his hand grasped his shoulder lightly. It hadn't been something he'd expected from his friend, but it brought back memories of when they were younger and too many of Sehun's thoughts had been devoted to Jongin.
With a slight tilt of his head, Jongin began moving his lips against his, still almost teasing in the slow manner of his movements. A quiet sound left the genie's throat, muffled against the other's kiss, but it was evident by the slight smirk he could feel pressed against him that Jongin had heard it anyway. After a moment, and a teasing nip to Sehun's bottom lip later, he drew back again, though the hand around his waist remained.
Sehun paused for a moment, attempting to catch his breath in the moment afterword before his thoughts began returning to him and he shook his head slightly. “What was that for?” he asked quietly, though he could feel a faint heat on his cheeks and knew it was distinctly possible he was blushing.
“Happy Birthday,” came the response with an almost expected teasing smile, leaning in once more to press their lips together gently.
