#mghxsumin

Who gets excited about Halloween in July: Neither. (If Jaehyun had something to be excited about, it would be Christmas because Junho wouldn’t be there, seeing as though the brunet always visits his adoptive family due to vacation.)

Who starts wearing sweaters jackets and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats: Junho because he cares about his body heat and physical health. Also, because he’s keeping up with Autumn fashion.

Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather:  Junho enjoys the cooler season because there’s less heat and humidity, though Jaehyun would prefer summer because he probably doesn’t have any winter clothes and there’s snow and freezing temperature everywhere. (lit. harder to survive)

Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters: If anything, Jaehyun because Junho hardly ever bats an eyelash at him.

Who offers the other their jacket: Jaehyun because he’d get on Junho’s bad side if he didn’t.

Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower: Both of them, but they have to get through the day so there’s hardly any use of complaining. (Also, Junho goes by his own accord so if he doesn’t want to get out of bed, then he won’t.) 

Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night: Junho because Jaehyun isn’t allowed to lie on his bed. Otherwise, Junho still because he’s stepping on Jaehyun while he sleeps on the floor.

Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink: Junho, except its for himself.

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300:  Both of them, although Jaehyun would be the one to be buying the pumpkins because Junho would think its a waste of his own money.

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins: Junho's pumpkin is less intricate than Jaehyun’s, mainly because he cares less about the appeal of the victim rather than the sensation of the knife and thrill of murder instead. So, applying it in pumpkin carving terns...

Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky: Junho, naturally being high-maintenance. 

What is their favourite Fall activity: Playing hide in seek in which Jaehyun hides and Junho is the seeker. Yet, instead of finding Jaehyun, he goes back home and makes sure to lock the door so that Jaehyun can’t come back. Pumpkin carving and Jaehyun carrying out tasks with Junho and visiting local gangs among the brunet’s behalf (although, it’s only a favorite among Junho, but Jaehyun can’t complain).

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies: Neither.

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters: Jaehyun, if there was candy in the first place.

Who accidentally scares the kids: Accidentally, Jaehyun. Purposely, it would be Junho.

Who suggested the couples costume: Junho.

What is their couples costume:  A doctor (Junho) and a mental institution patient (Jaehyun), also known as Junho mocking Jaehyun and making a rude jab towards the other male’s state. 

What is the best Halloween they ever had: Jaehyun kept himself out of Junho’s sight for the entire day.

What is the worst Halloween they ever had: Someone egged Junho’s door and Jaehyun has to go clean it up.

The dull hum of ragtime music wavering through the otherwise silent confinements of the counselor’s office, Changmin found himself at an inner peace as he leaned back against his arm chair and relaxed. It wasn’t everyday in which he found his anxiety at an all-time low, his fear and hatred for the very loathsome and murderous students that lined the campus a an all-time lone, serenity was finally here to greet him and the ghoul wasn’t so keen on having it run away so quickly. Chamomile tea kissed with the caress of honey placed on his table, the soothing scent filled his nostrils and gave it’s gentle touch towards his usually-scorching throat, beaten by arsenic. The moment was picture-esque, almost surreal, and yet as Changmin finally found himself getting used in his newfound utopia, something was there to ruin it.

A thunder of knuckles slamming against the wooden door, much like the deafening sound of an army’s drums, and a screech met his sensitive ears and Changmin cracked his eyes open, a groan following in pursuit. Dark, tired eyes flickered towards the electric clock placed upon his desk, it was 5:10PM, ten minutes since his official shift as counselor had ended. 

“Pardon you, but I’m on break.” He called out, voice turning scratchy at the end due to his yell’s strain and, following a small cough, he continued, “If you wish to speak to me, schedule an appointment.” 

His tongue swiped against his busted bottom lip, collecting the familiar taste of copper on its palette, as the brunet cracked his eyes open to peer at the petite female that stood besides him. His hand, now void of rings except for one, drew his soaked, wiry bangs back before he proceeded to fish for his apartment key within the deepness of his pocket. 

“Scarlet is a lovely color.” He murmured, taking out the ring of keys he had on him, which didn’t hold quite much, and proceeded to jam the silver into the small doorknob, “Though, I’m not fond of harboring too much clothing that disrupts my monochromatic sense.” The sound of a slight click, Junho withdrew his key and opened the door to his abode, presenting the entryway and the fresh white of the apartment’s interior before him. Johnny, almost as usual, was huddled by the entrance, his emerald eyes staring at the bloody frame of his master’s appearance. 

Stepping slightly into the entryway, Junho rid himself of his jacket and hung it into the closet that resided on the left wall of the entrance, which was currently filled with Adidas and Nike shoes that the brunet didn’t quite wear anymore. He discarded his shirt next, bringing it from his frame to expose his abdomen underneath it, scattered with scratches and scars both fresh and faded. Shirtless, he shoved the cloth into Sumin’s hands.

“Wash it.” He commanded, heeding her no glance before he grasped at the doorknob, “Get rid of the stains and don’t come back unless it’s pristine.” He was going to slam the door into the poor girl’s face yet, surprisingly instead, he gave her one fleeting glance and a final word:

“Check up on Jaehyun’s apartment for me, while you’re at it.”

mghxsumin

It was the party of the century.

Or so Sumin had said. 

So, they had both gotten dressed up after their text conversation of food, pumpkin-pie stealing, cannabis and coffee, and cult making. (Damn, that was a good pie. And, she saved some for Sumin too.)

A plan was a plan, after all. Besides, it was a Friday night. Celebration was in order for that delicious pumpkin pie. Hey, Krystal didn’t steal that thing for no reason. 

It was an average, cliche party: booze and alcohol littered every table; there were heaps of drunken and groping couples; and the dance floor was a mess of sweaty and gross bodies. It was obnoxiously loud; the DJ was cranking up dubstep, anything with a pounding bass. The whole house shook on its frame, and Krystal swore if she didn’t know it was the DJ, she probably would’ve thought it was a goddamn earthquake.

And yet, they were both here. In this hell hole. In this swirling, sweaty mess of a party. No other place to be on a Friday night, right? 

Sure, parties were fun. They were always fun: people got drunk, spilled secrets, hooked up, danced until their feet were sore. But, maybe it was because the place was so packed and hyped up that Krystal felt bored already. It was a disappointment. 

She expected more, like fireworks or water slides.

send me a ♒ for a spy au:our muses are on a top secret mission together

“why am i doing this?”“jongsuk, you look fine –”

“i feel stupid.”

“…”

jongsuk’s eyes narrowed as he glanced down at the amused woman in front of him, her eyes glittering with mirth. it wasn’t as though jongsuk liked going undercover, in fact he hated it – so why was it him who was dressed in this damn outfit!

‘he likes men’ sumin had stated, and ten minutes later jongsuk found himself looking like a two-bit whore in the red light district. 

[ sms → azula ] you did the gwiyomi. 

[ sms → azula ] except after 2+2 you were like fuck it and ended up taking my phone and doing something. 

[ sms → azula ] i found it in a gummy bear. 

[ sms → azula ] i’m not sure we got to that point either.

[ sms → on fleek cannabis ] no. 

[ sms → on fleek cannabis ]  NO WAY. 

[ sms → on fleek cannabis ] it was in a gummy bear...? was the phone up it’s ass.