#mpjisoo

It was another long night at the Magic Carpet, the same usual drunks, perverts and the like. The regulars who frequented the dance floor. The pretty girls in search of a guy to take home for the night. But there was one person she hadn’t expected to see, her ex, strolling casually up the sidewalk arm in arm with his new flame. The wounds proved to still be fresh, as she felt a deep aching pain, causing her to clutch her chest. Plastering a fake smile on her face, she nodded courteously at them as she checked their IDs then lifted the velvet rope for them to walk through. She refused to let him see her cry, refused to let her emotions be known. He didn’t deserve to know his effect on her, lord knows he would do something worse to her if he found out. So she swallowed the pump in her throat, along with all her burning anger and pain. But the entire time, he barely glanced at her, no smile or anything, his arm tightening around the other woman’s slim shoulders. Jisoo felt a headache coming on, the familiar pounding was something she had gotten used to. But all she knew was that she had to get out of there no matter what. Taking a quick glance to make sure her manager was occupied, Jisoo felt her feet lunge forward, practically skimming over the pavement. She wasn’t sure how long she ran for, but suddenly found herself in front of a small bench. Allowing herself to collapse on it, Jisoo broke out in deep heavy sobs, not even realizing that she wasn’t alone.

"Well..."

Playing dumb was nearly second nature, maybe because of her looks or maybe because... it often wasn't an act. Either way, with the gift of good luck these things didn't quite matter as things turned out in her favor regardless.

"I didn't really know. I just knew a little,"

angst sentence starters ,, accepting

in all fairness he thinks this girl might be thinking of the wrong person. he would think his blond hair and rather typical stoic face would not be easily confused with someone else’s, but then all he’s done so far at the music store is step inside so he really doesn’t think there is anything he can be faulted for. is it the hair? is she discriminating customers on their choice of colouring or fashion? is it because he was headed over to the classical music section? they all seem like highly customer unfriendly reasons.

so he turns his full attention towards the girl, eyebrows rising slowly as he takes her in, before he then speaks. and despite everything, his tone of voice is still rather civil, mostly a surprised sort of question audible in it.

“i’m sorry,” he says slowly. “do i know you?” he for the life of him can’t remember her face, and so after another moment he looks around the store again, but it is empty, no other customers around that those words might have been directed to. she has long hair, though, and for a moment he wonders if she’s perhaps on the phone with earphones in.

@mpjisoo continued from here: 

(...) — But it’s so nice to meet you, really, I never thought it would actually happen! Even though I’ve spent my whole life knowing you were real, it’s still, you know, wow! I hope you’re not mad at me...

The girl explains herself in a rush, though the end of her sentence is almost inaudible, but he catches it fine. The admission brings a soft smile on his face and he looks at her with gentle warmth, hoping that today she feels less nervous - or at least comfortable enough to stick around. Since she’s talking to him that does seem to be the case.

“There’s no reason to be nervous,” he tells her calmly. “Nothing fearsome about me. I’m just your friendly neighbourhood god.” He grins lightly, knowing that the god part is probably the part that causes the nervousness, but there’s nothing at all he can do about that.

“I’m not mad at you at all, I was just worried that perhaps you’d heard the usual caveat about me and were abandoning the idea of talking to me based on such outdated ideas.” He gives a little shrug of his shoulder, before motioning at his newly arrived niece.

angst meme: still accepting!

“In my defense,” he starts off, arms raised in front of him as he backed away. He wasn’t a fan of the idea of being hit, but he did think that if she gave him a black eye, he’d deserve it, “I am a terrible liar and I wasn’t expecting you to believe me,” he explains himself in haste though he knows that he’s just digging himself a deeper grave with his honesty. “Soo, look-” he pleaded hoping that he could fix the situation, “I didn’t want to hurt you- I don’t like hurting people- So I lied to spare your feelings-”

“Just-!” Phobetor had started to yell, but he stops himself, and simmers down as his clenched fist relaxes around the iPhone, currently on the counter at Siren Song between them. “Just... once more, please” he repeats, much calmer, though it was clear his inability to understand anything technical was set to irritate every young person on this island, and him! 

Bora looked onto the demigoddess with complete adoration. A soft hand reaches up to stroke the woman’s hair at her words. Jisoo had stopped by to spend the afternoon over with her brother. This had came at the request of Bora. Siwoo absolutely adored the sea of sisters that came into the island, and he wanted all of their hugs and kisses. Bora could not help but oblige him, but ultimately, it was almost as if she was adopting the children of Poseidon as her own. 

“Oh, you cute little thing.” Bora nearly coos out at the demigoddess. Siwoo seemed to be just as sad that his sister was leaving, and he clinged to her leg defiantly. The image grabbed at her heartstrings, pulling them tightly. She loved all her demigods that she had taken under wing, but in this moment, she felt like a true mother.