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Oh, without question. He practically lunged towards her, carefully cradling her head in his hands and tilting it up so he could reach her better.

@loyaltysung said: ❛ Some say you only got this far because of your looks. How do you feel about that? ❜ ( @ Baby. Zoey is 100% saying this in a mock interviewer voice and holding a microphone up to him. ) Know Your Idol || Accepting

There's pretty much only truth to this assumption. That was honestly kind of the whole point of his image. This innocent image he portrayed caught a lot of eyes regardless of what truth it actually carried. Whether or not she was beginning to see the irony in it was still a question he wasn't particularly interested in asking but he offers her little act nothing but an equally unserious answer in response. The lollipop he removes from his lips cartoonishly pops the moment he tugs, leaning into the imaginary mic to state what she might have thought was an actual answer.

This was such a dumb idea, but ever since regaining his mind, it's not like he's had anywhere to go. People seemed to have forgotten the Saja Boys; was that magic, or just people brushing them off after HUNTR/X won their final battle with Gwi-Ma? He didn't fully know, and at this point, he didn't care to ask.

In the end, it didn't matter, because he needed somewhere to go, and...well...

He'd been waiting in the darkness, watching as the Hunters destroyed another wayward demon wandering around, before they left, save for her. The one that always smelled sweet, and had a soft voice and silly laugh. He followed her, until she broke away from her friends, and he waited until he could finally step out, holding his hands up as soon as she saw him.

nonverbal   prompts.

     …   ANOTHER   FAN   EVENT.   HOW   MANY   OF   THESE   is   ji - eun   going   to   be   subjected   to?   none   of   this   aspect   of   idol   life   incorporates   any   of   the   parts   he   enjoys.   there's   such   little   movement,   no   room   for   control   –   you   don't   even   get   to   decide   the   questions.   a   ‘ q - and - a ’   is   just   a   sweetly   human   term   for   a   nightmare,   if   you   ask   him.

     …   but   there   is   zoey.   all   the   hunters   are   here.   of   course   they   are   –   it's   why   they   showed   up.   this   is   how   they've   been   doing   things,   lately.   at   times,   ji - eun   isn't   sure   if   jinu   is   actually   trying   to   thwart   huntr/x,   or   if   he's   just   so   caught   on   their   leader,   that   he's   helplessly   chasing   after   her   every   move.

     still,   zoey's   nice.   he   didn't   even   have   to   try,   to   get   her   attention.   initially,   mystery   wasn't   even   going   to.   but   she   makes   it   easy,   with   all   her   blushing   &   her   giggling,   the   way   her   human   heart   betrays   her.   she's…   good.   truly   good.   sweet,   and   kind.   perceptive.   he   can't   get   away   with   much,   around   her.   she   notices   everything,   ji - eun   is   starting   to   believe,   and   she   – 

     –   she's   sticking   a   flower   in   his   face.   he   blinks,   a   few   times,   head   pulled   back   slightly   at   the   neck.   a   few   beats   pass,   rich   with   confusion.   what's…   does   she   want   him   to   hold   this   for   her,   or   something?   she's   got   a   whole   bouquet.   he's   got   a   whole   bouquet,   resting   on   his   place   at   the   table   –   seat   currently   empty,   its   resident   several   halls   down   and   around   the   corner.   he'd   slipped   away   just   before   the   end.

     zoey   had   found   him.

     slowly,   he   lifts   a   hand,   pinching   the   stem   between   fingers   that   feel   too - short,   too - soft   without   claws   exposed.   when   she   doesn't   snatch   it   back,   he   allows   pressure   proper,   drawing   it   up   to   his   nose.   events   like   these   always   end   up   stuffy,   scents   overlapping   &   condensing,   muddling   his   senses.   this,   though…   it's   fresh,   enough   so   that   it   still   carries   its   life's   story   –   from   the   florist   that   arranged   it,   to   the   soil   it   came   out   of.

     it   also   smells   like   zoey.   but   he's   not   focusing   on   that.   quietly,   minutely,   mystery   smiles,   tilting   his   head   away   bashfully.   the   flower   is   tucked   carefully   in   between   the   line   of   his   vest   &   undershirt,   twisted,   somewhat,   to   preserve   the   bloom.

@loyaltysung said: 'Morning After' ( for Baby. this is purely to see what you come up with. ) Morning After Meme || Accepting

There's a soft hum that rouses him from his otherwise peaceful sleep, although the more he blinks the louder it becomes. The source is the head of black hair beside him, resting on his shoulder and vibrating the rest of his body with her snoring. His bare skin doesn't react to the gentle chill of the AC that kicks on or the amount of blanket she hogs at first, adjusting it to his liking with his free hand. Sleepily, he avoids waking her with his actions with the intent to fall right back asleep once the moment allowed him to. Adjusting to her snoring would probably take a few minutes and he briefly recalls her insisting she didn't snore whenever it came up in conversation. Liar.

Last night was probably the longest night he's had in a while, but simultaneously the most thrilling. Their back and forth of bickering and biting at one another was great every other day but occasionally the tension broke to make room for more personal desires. He remembers the pointed look on her face and the way she led—demanded he follow her by the collar of his shirt, with the same assertiveness to ditch it seconds later. He'd response with teasingly sweet kisses on her skin and hickeys soon after. That back and forth carried beyond words and into actions that led them here, exhausted from the passionate exchange they had several times the night before. Eyes cast down he can barely see the marks he left on her body while she's laying on him like this but he remembers, the feeling lingering on his lips … his tongue. Eyelids fall to try and slowly drift back to sleep as more of the night before came to him.

The dog demon had been following along like a little lost puppy, though at a bit of a distance. Anytime the other had shown any signs of turning around, of actually noticing him following, he would duck behind a sign, peeking out a minute or so later to continue this dance.

It's something that Mystery had done before, something he does when he needs attention and doesn't feel like using his words to show that he does, or seeking out his fellow demons. And as such, here they are again, doing this familiar song and dance of cat and mouse.. dog and cat? Though it's over far too soon, as he gets impatient of it all, finally stalking up to her and gently headbutting her shoulder. "Attention.. gimme.."

source.

Rumi, always the early bird, was in the kitchen cooking some breakfast for the girls. And in her little element, she didn't notice the female walking in for a good minute, until she turned around and blinked.

"Oh! You're awake, I made some eggs and bacon—the rice should almost be done, too!" 

She tilted her head at Zoey's question and chuckled quietly, "you mean... you don't already have a picture of me or us on your desk?" 

Of course it was light teasing, her eyes shifting throughout the penthouse, seeing pictures of the girls, both individually, some in pairs from multiple events throughout their careers as k-pop idols.

@loyaltysung said: ❛ Do you mind if I sit here? ❜ ( for Tala ) Stages of a Relationship Prompts || Accepting

"Oh no, go right ahead." Tala didn't bat an eye when she was asked, making room without sparing a glance to the person that asked until the very last moment. Brown eyes had never been so wide, absolutely starstruck by her presence alone it was impossible not to know who was sitting beside her. Her name and face were everywhere and her songs were always shuffled among Tala's many playlists, along with a few others. Quietly she keeps this to herself, nervously gripping and tapping on her knees with a small smile she had no plans ruining for awkward conversation.