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Yoongi huffed out a long sigh, raking a hand through his hair. Fucking Minho. He couldn’t believe he still had to put up with his husband’s annoying ass ex. He had thought that he was done with this a while ago. Well, at least everything else was going pretty well in his life- maybe Minho was around to make sure he wasn’t too content with his lot.

“You are certainly not family,” he snapped, the very idea of it making him simmer. Big brother and self-appointed protector as he was to Siwoo, he didn’t much like the idea of a man who had once gifted him penis-shaped baked goods to mock him hanging around the child. Minho could only be a bad influence, surely.

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Freyr had called out his brother on a coffee hangout, since he was craving coffe and well, one didn’t decline a gods invitation. Of course, a child of Njord would be his and Freya’s sibling because dear dad was an absolute menace to everyone. He didn’t mind siblings but in the gods humble opinion, njord was not the man they thought. he stared out the window as he waited for his brother to show up. that was a weird thought. they had a younger brother. the god simply shivered and instead took a silent sip of the coffee in front of him. 

he had been deep in thought when his brother finally showed up. “you’re late.” freyr stated, with a quick glance to the clock. his annoyance was quickly brushed away though and the god offered the tall male a grin. “but it’s fine. I don’t particularly care for times myself. as someone who lives life as carefree as my reality allows me, punctuality isn’t a prevalence. i’m just you came,” he stated. he looked the male up and down, pondering a query. was this tall teddy bear of a person actually his brother? he seemed less....abrasive than the image freyr had conjured in his head. 

“you’re quite different than what i expected. i expected someone like freya,” he hummed, and then offering the other to join. “but please, join me. id like to get to know my ....brother,” he trailed off, finding the word awkward in his mouth. 

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"Then what else am I going to use these for?" Minho's words were laced with mischief as he gestured to his shoulders, the laugh already on his lips. "And I don't mind, it's not as if I had better things to do." He shrugged said shoulders now, easily lifting the cooler that was parked between them. "Where did you want these? I didn't think kids these days know what a lemonade stand is." He was all expectant smiles since he was the volunteer sent by the station to help with the charity event organized by the city council.

he watches the older man pick up the cooler like it’s a piece of cake and then glances towards the place where apparently something is going on today. if he’s really honest with himself - and he’ll only ever be that with himself and maybe two or three of his closest friends - he doesn’t belong to this group at all and had just walked over because he saw something interesting. his fingers are itching to grab a bottle of lemonade and make off with it, but instead he just analyses the setting.

“over there next to those tables,” he says with the confidence of someone actually involved in this whole thing, and he casually walks over to grab a crate of lemons. he’s learned long ago that looking like you belong is the most surefire way to have no one question you, and so he casually walks alongside the unknown man towards the place he indicated, putting his crate of lemons down as well.

Gray eyes moved from the word filled pages to the face of a man she hadn't seen before - tall, built from what she could see and with a friendly expression she couldn't quite place. She blinked once, the faded purple cover of the book in her hands reading 'Stellas Daemonum: The orders of the Daemons' in big, bold letters.

Did he want anything from her?

Did she seem like she needed some kind of pep talk in the middle of a coffee shop with her book, her drink and fruity snacks right there with her?

"Sorry?" Kaya hummed out, unsure about what he'd tried telling her.

Angela had nagged the demigod over text the day prior. She had not seen him in several days nor heard from him. It never sat well with Angela for the ones she deemed almost as children to not check in with her from time to time, but the nag did well enough to have him in The Flower Mill the next day. So, she sent him a smile as he walked into the shop.

Taking a few steps toward him, Angela allowed the Minho to hug her. Her arms lingered snuggly along his waist as she rests her head against his chest. She gives the male a soft squeeze before she lets go, pulling back so she can look at him.

"Now, now. I thought you had forgotten about me."

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Their first big album release showcase had been a huge success - more successful than Charlotte could have hoped for. As it turns out, having the talent and wealth of the Greek god of music (who doubled as a Kpop star) backing HEXED seemed to have rocketed them out of relative obscurity and into the limelight. It was intense and overwhelming and hard to believe, but in the best way possible.

Which meant that she probably shouldn't have been surprised when she emerged from back stage and was presented with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. But she was, and she was suddenly glad that she was still wearing her stage makeup, because she could feel her cheeks flushing.

cooking prompts: currently accepting

"i admit that it requires great skill and not everyone can do it,” loren says with a straight face, though he honestly can’t keep it up for much longer. “but if you leave the pot boiling on the stove long enough, eventually it’s just red-hot iron and a layer of leftover calcium - and apparently that’s not a great combination for preventing fires.”

he grins, shrugs and lets that mishap roll of his shoulders like he’s done with many others before. it’s been a long time since that happened, he’s learned now. after all; he’s been fending for himself for several years at this point and learning how to make himself food has been a part of that. his true mother would never have let him leave her company had he been incapable of taking care of himself.

not that he needs much of that on mount phoenix considering he’s decided to live at lio’s place for the time being and basically bullies his best friend into taking care of him more often than not, but that’s not something this recent acquaintance needs to know.

with great difficulty, han manages to lift his head from his hands, waving his fingers around as if to tell minho to forget about it. his gasps are still wrecking through his entire body, but when he finally manages to drag in enough air just a few seconds later, it becomes clear that he isn't crying at all but rather laughing so hard he can barely even survive the lack of air it put him through.

“hyung!” he calls out in another desperate gasp. “that’s hilarious! i thought you said you could cook!?” he has to grab hold of his stomach to somehow survive the ache that has started, but he also needs to massage his cheeks and maybe finally get an actual proper breath in and do more than cackle loudly.