#kyungsoost

@kyungsoost - continuation

It was hard for Bina to look and Kyungsoo in the face. She wasn’t truly made or angry at him just... disappointed. Be it they haven’t known each other as long as her other friends but she had trusted him enough to spill some of her secret when she drag him to her home one night after finding him all cut up. Sadly she couldn’t really hide it when the man was bleeding and turning her hand into a claw to cut a piece of aloe but it was because he smelled familiar, a scent that only had good vibes. 

“I’m not mad it’s just...,” She couldn’t really understand why she was upset or even explain. Truth be told her nose was the one who confirmed what he really was, being her snake senses on a constant high alert and having a dear friend that had the same scent as he. But then it would be hypocritical of her to say one thing and not tell him the truth as well. She sighed at the thought, clipping away at the rose thorns from the stem refusing to look at the other.

How old was your muse when they had their first kiss?

“Maybe, one? Not really sure when my mother kissed me, straight out of the womb I hope.”

Sixty-two — Sixty-three as the calendar timings are possibly different then. Yoo considers his first real kiss with Mizuko, the Japanese maiden he first loved. He believes the past kisses in between making out and making it to the bedroom during his times traveling China and southern Korea to be nothing, truly nothing. Supporting this, he shares his experience of heavenly delight, though it might just be the shortest kiss in his history, the kiss felt eternal to him and practically marked a new chapter of his tested life back then.

The best thing they could cook.

“Are you asking because you’re hungry? Hahaha…”

Bucatini all'Amatriciana, Yoo’s main pasta specialty. It took him years of tinkering to be satisfied with the amount of hot flavor coming from such as small source of spaghetti. He loves pancetta and loves it more when he cranks the amount of spiciness with the black pepper. Depending on his meaty mood, he might add more of the Italian bacon just to satisfy himself. The man can create the meal for one, two, or an entire family of eighteen of it requires him to.

A place they sometimes wind up falling asleep in, even if they’re supposed to.

“I’ve pretty much slept everywhere, though. Crawling on the staircase, business in the bathroom, and…”

— Bina was inclined to keep on talking as she cried but then it the outcomes would just be blabbering nonsense and more hiccups. She whines in his embrace but does not push him away, only taking in the protective aura. Things have been rough for Bina since her birth and to find someone to share her interests with was an understatement of happiness. Most of her life had gone being alone and the butt of all jokes and then a nice person by the name of Kyungsoo comes and just makes her day. Have they been friends very long; not really but because of her lack of such closeness she feels entitled to bestow such a title to the other. 

HEADCANONS:

5. How old was your muse when they had their first kiss?

Bina had her first kiss just after she turned 20 with someone on a dare at a graduation party. It had gone around her group of friend that she never had it so they stuck her in a closet blindfolded and someone else came in and kissed her. To this day she wished she knew who it was because she wanted to tell them thank you and that they are a good kisser.

16. A place they sometimes wind up falling asleep in, even if they’re supposed to.

She has a habit of falling asleep in the flower shop when she closes, especially if she gets a fresh shipment. Sometimes she forgets to open up because she is overjoyed with the sweet smells and soft petals.

18. Three songs that they listen to constantly.

Fade by Philter ft. Younha

Warm by The Neighbourhood  ft. Raury

blurbs !

8. what would your muse be like as a parent?

honestly, wonwoo can’t even begin to imagine being a parent. even the idea of dedicating all of his time and attention to something so fragile and vulnerable and impressionable leaves his throat feeling a little dry. it’s not that he’s particularly immature - in fact, he’s always been irrationally mature, even as a child himself - but the idea of fucking up someone’s entire life has his rabbit heart stuttering. ( ask him again in a few years. )

22. what does your muse’s handwriting look like?

it’s a quick and messy kind of scrawl, made for practicality, all sharp lines that lead absolutely nowhere that he has to sometimes squint at to comprehend fully. his hangul is atrocious enough that, while in school, perfectly decent essays were marked zeroes unless he promised to go home and type them, but the latin alphabet leaves even him scratching his own head occasionally.

24. can your muse sing?