#mixyuyan

@mixyuyan​

Normally Miteum prefers not going to bars alone, or to bars at all. For Miteum, drinking alone at home is easier and sometimes also more fun. But today had been a hard day, he had had more clients than usually, and his whole body hurt. It was just one drink and then home, and the night had gone well. He had quietly sat by himself sipping on his drink, however when he was about to go home an arm was suddenly swung around him and he was pressed back in his seat. A feminine voice had asked if he wanted a drink, at first he had said no, but as she kept asking, at last he had felt pressured to say yes.

He had expected that the female would've left him alone after they had drunk one drink together, but he came to realize that wasn't what was going to happen. She was sitting on his lap, clinging onto him while he continuously asked her to get off, he knew for a fact that she was quite drunk. He wanted to push her off and go home but was he honest he was quite scared that if he did so he would be charged with assault.

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2. Feed your muse a snack.

He laughs lightly at her words. The voice seems familiar but he can’t remember from where he has heard it before, he was just walking when suddenly someone grabbed his wrist and stopped him, now he had a conversation with them. Their voice is surprisingly pleasing and calm, and it bothers Miteum extremely much how he can’t figure out who it belongs to, he is determined on the fact that he knows this voice from somewhere. For a second he turns sad, he remembers how if he just had his vision, if he just was able to see, then most likely he would’ve already figure out who this was, now he had to go through everybody he had ever met and try to remember their voice, simply to figure out who this girl was.

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SEND ME A “WHOOPS” AND MY MUSE WILL… Accidently punch your muse.

he hated clubs like those. they were loud, stuffy and filled with dumb, dancing people. Sadly one of those dancing people was his childhood friend who he had felt worried about and therefore decided to tag along. And beause he cared about her, he followed every of her movements, stared down the guys who had set her as the next target for the hook-up spree.

most guys retreated after seeing the gloomy hunk who lurked around in eunmi's shadows, but some seemed world-weary enough and tried their luck to approach her. as soon as one of those assholes came up to her, slicked up like eels, dohwan walked in between them, blocked the sight at the female. "fuck off!" angrily he swung his fist, meaning to make a scaring away gesture, but instead his fist landed in someone's shoulder. perplex he turned to the side, realizing it was a young female who had been just hit by him. "oh, shit. ah sorry, didn't meant to hit you. are you ok?"

randomly generated starter meme;✧·ﾟ─ .19 Walk in on your muse dancing.

❝ random generated edition, acceptingmy muse will: accidentally take a drink of your muse’s drink

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7. My muse will pass out

Near wasn’t the type to run away from a fight no matter the cost. He’d stare down the barrel of a thousand guns if it meant he could still knock his skateboard right into someone’s face before his end. It was this ideology that trapped him into this situation. Yes, he won the fight and there were two bodies unconscious on the pavement, but he had been kicked in the skull pretty good that it was getting difficult for him to keep his eyes open. He was leaning against a building as he stumbled forward with slow staggering movements. He just wanted to get to the warehouse as fast as he could but he knew that couldn’t be the case. HIs vision was already coming in and out and he was on the brink of passing out. When he turned the corner, he almost swayed into the woman nearby. He tried to apologize but his body had already fallen to its knees. A few seconds later, he was passed out on the ground with the blood from the hit drying on the side of his face and gluing his hair in place. 

it's not the nicest of gyms. it's a little old and the ac is a kind of funky but it's open twenty four hours, it's clean, and all of the equipment works. most importantly, it's relatively quiet. most of the clientele are low level nine-to-five office workers which means at about three in the afternoon, the place is as dead as a graveyard. hyoyeon walks past one older woman on a treadmill and a small group of college boys on the weights, heading instead for one of the fitness rooms. empty, as expected. perfect for some sparring—or rather, beginners' self defense. 

she triple-checks the room’s timetable before hauling some of the gym mats in the corner to the center of the floor, sending a final text to yuyan confirming her arrival. all that’s left is to wait for the girl to arrive, so she sinks into a stretch, feeling the welcome burn on her upper thighs. hyoyeon is no fitness freak by any means, but in her line of work she needs to be at the top of her form, and she needs to be able to beat her way through a crowd if necessary. and with the state the island is in these days, she’s surprised the entire population doesn’t feel the same. 

are you wasting your time on a girl who isn’t even in your gang? the voice in the back of her head asks, but all she needs to do is remember those jackasses from the other night and she thinks it’s worth showing the basics to a hundred strangers if it means scum like that doesn’t get anywhere. she hears footsteps and opens her eyes, letting out a hum as she straightens up, pushing the hair out of her eyes. 

“hi,” she says, “you ready to get your hands dirty?” 

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To those who aren’t aware of its meaning. Persephone roughly translates to “bringer of death” from “phero” (to bring) and “phone” (murder; slaughter). Thus it was no surprise when Hani decided to fulfill her fate by bringing death to Sanghyun and Sehyun.

Her eyes are dark as they meet the other’s. She’s no saint. Far from it with the number of times she’s been wanting to go around and stab people. “Not that this will come as a surprise. But I’ve done this before. If you think I’m done with the idea of killing people, then you’re wrong.” For the sake of, well, protecting what’s left for her. Which is mostly nothing. 

After her parents died in an accident, she promised herself when she finds that person, they will die a gruesome death. Far more painful than her loss. She’ll make sure they suffer, if not them, then the one they love. She might’ve seemed like she already avenged her grandmother’s death but that’s far from over. The hunt for the person responsible for her being taken away is still on the loose and Hani would hate to keep that person alive for a longer period of time. 

“Since I’m practically going to hell anyway, I know, shocker- I wouldn’t mind adding some people on my list.” It might sound confusing which is why Hani lets out a sigh and shrugs at the female. “Drug them and murder them. Anyone who lays hand on what’s mine and tries to take it will find death.”