#miwoohee

it was mesmerizing to watch the washers spin colors around and around, easy to lose yourself in your own thoughts. it was early morning and jiae was sure she was still asleep, so the machines weren’t helping. she’d gone through the five outfits she’d packed in her bag and had to do some laundry. in the back of her mind she was imagining her own place, wondering how leases work. she was strangely sheltered in some aspects of her life and fiercely independent in the others. she still had a bit to go though before she could stop sleeping at the sauna’s. 

sounds of frustration caught her attention from next to her. she tilted her head down and took a small peek, hiding behind her bob as much as she could. a woman, not much older than her, sat fiddling with her phone. her brows knit together in frustration and jiae became a litttle amused. it was out of the ordinary to see someone so out of place with a phone, especially someone who looked like she could be jiae’s older sister. 

after fifth attempt at lord knows what, and seeing the frustration grow on the strangers face, she spoke up quietly and with something she hadn’t yet used in this city; a genuine smile. 

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13.  Bite their tongue while eating.

It had been ages since Miteum last went out to eat, and even a longer time since he went out to eat with someone. After joining Hydrus Miteum had become surprisingly busy and have barely had the time for hanging out with anybody, even the Hydrus members he rarely ever sees. This had really been about time he saw someone, and so when he reached out to an old friend and they agreed to meet up he was overfilled with joy, not completely knowing what the two could do after such a long time with not seeing each other he decided that perhaps they could grab dinner, he could be the one to pay, after all, with his new job he has a fair share of money.

SEND ME A “WHOOPS” AND MY MUSE WILL…8. Walk in on your muse in the shower.

soft humming filled the locker room while jiae undressed, tossing her things into her locker. night number.. something. she was too tired to think and craved nothing but hot, hot water down her shoulder blades. she kept telling herself that she’d give herself the night off the following night, but kept going out to perform and rack up the money. she didn’t mind the sauna but she wanted to get a place, settle, a bed to go home to at the end of the day.

she’s running from herself, trying to mold a new version in a new city. she couldn’t change her past self, but the world knew nothing of moon jiae.

old or new, jiae was still shy and modest, raised to be prim and proper. she preferred the private showers rather than communal options. it sounded like everyone had left for the night or at least had caught the place during a slow period. wrapped in a towel, she carried a small shower caddy over to one of the stalls and opened the curtain.

“OH MY GOSH–”

just as quick as she had opened the curtain, jiae yanked it shut and turned her back to it. 

“i-i’m so sorry! i didn’t know you were in there a-and i thought everyone was gone– i’m so sorry!!”

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my muse will piggyback your muse to safety after they’ve been hurt.

“it’s really not a big deal—” seungwoo begins to say. she’s light on his back and he isn’t so cruel as to walk past someone who could use a hand. it makes it easier that he recognizes her, that he doesn’t mind her much, but seungwoo’s too realistic to pretend like he wouldn’t help a complete stranger stagger through the night if it meant feeling the survivor’s guilt on his shoulders lessen by the world’s karmic hand. “besides, you live near here, right? it’s not out of my way.” 

he’d figured it was nothing major: a trip, a fall, a sprained ankle that’ll swell to the size of a balloon come tomorrow. nothing serious, but the pain in the moment’s enough to warrant a limp, sometimes a grimace, sometimes both. his heart isn’t soft anymore, not in the way he wishes it was, but hippocrates always whispers at the back of his mind when seungwoo wants to be lazy: and you say you’ll heal the sick?

maybe this is his way of saying thank-you, too. you know, seungwoo doesn’t say aloud—for a lot of reasons, but he’ll write it off tonight as hating small talk—my little brother had the biggest crush on you. that feels like years ago. back when seungwoo was on the verge of graduating from myeongmoon, when his little brother came home from seungri high every afternoon with the goofiest grin on his lips, claiming he was in love. you know, he doesn’t say, i almost gave up on him until you came back.

(because, because, because, the ugly voice in his head—so selfish, so greedy—chants, if you survived, can’t he?)

randomly generated starter meme;✧·ﾟ─ .20 Have your muse help them recover from an injury.

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███▓▒░░ SEND ME A “WHOOPS” AND MY MUSE WILL… Accidently take a drink of your muse's drink. ░░▒▓███

Everything was pissing him off today. First his childhood friend had spontaneously decided to go clubbing and involuntarily gained him as companion, then some dick head had tried to pick Eunmi up and at last he had accidently punched some random girl who was just passing by at the dance floor. This was definitely not his day. After making sure that his friend was away from all creeps, he headed to the table were the bartender had brought him a drink. Clubs were horrible. Dark, stuffy and overflowing with people. He wasn't a people's man after all. And only alcohol could make this night bearable, since he had no idea how long that brat intended to dance.