#mpchangmin

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it’s not every day that jordan makes a new friend by quite literally bumping into them, but that is exactly what happened between changmin and him. one evening he’d been walking home from work and due to his endless thinking, he’d found himself suddenly running bodily into the other man, who’d just said goodbye to his sister after a dinner together. he’d apologised profusely, and changmin had been nice enough to reassure him it was all quite alright.

cue the start of a new friendship, apparently, which brought them to this moment where he’s changing out of his work clothes and into comfortable workout attire so they can go for a jog together like they have been doing quite regularly. he enjoys the older man’s presence; changmin is intelligent and warm. conversations are always interesting and since he also holds a psychiatric degree himself, they can even converse a little about the older man’s work together. it’s definitely a welcome change from all the people he’s met who he’s had to dumb down for a little.

so when he walks into the main area of the stop & paws to find changmin playing with some of the animals, he smiles warmly at the sight and steps closer slowly, to not startle his friend nor the animals, just watching their gentle interaction. what a wonderful sight, isn’t it? to see how gentle people can be even with creatures that aren’t human. especially with such creatures, really.

Drawing closer to his son, Phobetor watches as Changmin lets his eyes close and the tension in his shoulder seems to drop slowly, but steadily.  His hand lifts, pausing momentarily as he considers reaching out to gently stroke a hand over his hair, in a caring manner that had been brought forth from him, now having his precious son so close. A child he had watched grow and develop, guided through his life, now seeking to seek more knowledge of what he is and can become. Yet he stops himself. Now was a moment of instruction, not familial bonding. 

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“This blasted thing-!” Phobetor curses under his breath as once more the infernal buzz buzz of his mobile phone vibrates in his pocket. This was the third time within the hour the thing had rung with an unknown number, and the god of nightmares was begining to lose what minimal patience he already had for the thing. It may have been a necessary evil to remain in contact with his son, but he never signed up for this! 

Lowering his book he looks down at the illuminated screen with a huff, before deciding that this problem evidently was not going to go away on it’s own, so he unlocks the phone and brings it to his ear. “What?!” He snaps, and pauses for a moment as he hears the cheery voice on the other end, and as they continue, his head turns and his face blanches. “My... what?” He asks, seriousness dripping from his tone as his confusion and alarm rises. 

“Hm-” Phobetor frowns as he peers into the high cupboard in his minimalist, black slate kitchen. Long, elegant fingers with nicely trimmed, black painted nails hold the small cabinet handle as his dark gaze continues to scout from back to front, left to right, in the cabinet of tea sets, leaves and all manner of brewing contraptions. A steadily deepening frown drawing on his brows as he just can’t spot it!

“Have either of you seen my tea strainer? The one with the ivory handle-” the god calls out as he turns from cabinet, to his two children, lounging comfortably in the open plan sitting room near by. Both as pre-occupied as they usually are by their personal activities. Either nose in a book by Changmin’s case or tapping away on some device or another if it where his daughter. The TV plays the advert break between his soap opera quietly in the background and he wanted to enjoy a nicely brewed peppermint tea whilst the drama of the Lee families secret baby adoption plot line unfolded but... he just can’t find it!

”Why are things always going missing” the god huffs to himself as he turns back to the brewing kettle, having not received an adequate reply from either of his preoccupied children. “I guess I will just have a tea bag then!” He calls back, lifting the box as he looks over at them. This does not gain him the rise he wanted, despite it being an absolute travesty. “How is tea supposed to infuse properly in a tiny bag” the Greek grumbles to himself, throwing the box down as the kettle clicks in front of him. 

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Tugging his shirt collar a little, Rowoon’s eyes slowly take in the club atmosphere around him, before he takes another step down the stairs and deeper into the hubbub of activity. It takes a moment, and a small twitch of his head, to ease his sensitive ears into the lively atmosphere, his eyes closing for just a moment, before he pushes past it and deeper into the club. 

It wasn’t that this place was too loud, in fact his father seems to have chosen it because the music was soft and conversation a lively, but comfortable murmur around him. It was more the sheer amount of things to focus on, as he passes tables and catches snippets of conversations and the odd, curious look. 

Still, the man that he was looking for was easy enough to spot. Sat at the bar with legs as long as his own, and a striking profile that seems oddly familiar. His father had decided to aid him in his quest for things to do, and people to entertain him and so had set up a meeting, claiming the child of a dark god, much like his own deity parent, would be a good ally to have. 

“Awh, what’s wrong pretty boy? Need daddy to come spook me to win?” Chinsun was enjoying this far too much, as she pops a hip and stands with the pool cue in one hand, slowly grinding the tip into chalk as she watches her opponent try to best her quite considerable skills. She’s spent years in police bars, drinking pints and beating them at every kind of drinking game imaginable. This academic, though incredibly cute, was just no match. Initially she’d been unsure around him, hearing of this link to nightmares of all things, but his specialism was becoming helpful with her cases, so she’d indevoured to strike up a friendship and to Changmin’s credit, with him it was easy. 

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It’s been a while since Hades returned to the island again, and after having taken the time to greet his old friends again as well as to talk to and spend ample time with his wife, he finally feels ready to go out and do the socialising thing again where he meets different people and spends some time talking with all of them. Today seems like a good day as well, cold and snowy, but so very crisp and doesn’t he just love to breathe in the air like icicles into his lungs?

Cold doesn’t quite bother him that much, nor does heat. They’ve got plenty of both where he usually lives. So he enjoys every season the same. Though perhaps this time the ice of winter is envigorating, for the simple fact that it’s the first winter since he can remember that he gets to spend above ground with his wife.

So he’s in a good mood, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes gazing at the world from behind a pair of stylish spectacles, face tucked away in a big, comfortable scarf, when his body suddenly surges with recognition the second he catches the gaze of a young man. He doesn’t need words, introductions or anything of the sort to know exactly who he’s got in front of him; he’d know any of the Greeks by soul alone, after all.

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It is definitely nothing like what she imagined. The bridge seems to go on endlessly as she takes her first step upon it, but five steps later she’s suddenly already in the middle and the next moment she makes it to the end. The whole experience is surreal at best, but on the other hand can’t even come close to the weird things she’s already seen in people’s nightmares, and so the bridge soon loses her attention as her feet thread upon solid ground.

The first thing she sees is the city buildings spread out in the distance before her, an entire city on an island so huge and yet not a single part of it had been visible from the mortal world. In fact, if she hadn’t been told exactly where to go she might have missed it.

The second thing that pulls her attention is movement to the side, and she looks over to see her father and brother both walking towards her.

After that there is nothing much else to see, because she abandons her luggage and breaks out into a run, her block heeled boots not a hindrance in the slightest as she rushes from where she was standing over to where her family is. She leaps at her brother with all the enthusiasm of someone who hasn’t seen a loved on in seven whole years and trusts him completely to catch her as she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle.