#mpxjinki

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While the snow seemed to start to disappear, the ice had not. Bora had put Siwoo in his stroller, trying to prevent any accidents from befalling the young child. She had nearly slipped earlier, and now, she walked the streets of Mount Phoenix with caution. She had merely wanted to go to the library to get some books to read for her son, and now, she was forcibly getting practice with her balance. 

Luckily, Bora was not the only person struggling to move along the sidewalk. A male near her age seemed to be having a worse time, and it is with little surprise that he finally fully slips on the ice and lands on the ground. Siwoo even gasps at the impact, and Bora is concerned herself. There was no way she could leave him on the ground like that

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her stay at mount phoenix has definitely already been eventful even though she has only been here a couple of months. not only did she find her father, she found several other old friends and acquaintances, as well as made new ones that have come to mean a lot already in such a short timespan. she’s on her way home from one of them just then, a smile on her face as she thinks of her uncle osiris and the gentle way with which he’s treated her since the very beginning, sometimes feeling almost more like a father to her than her own father does, which she admits she does feel a bit guilty about, so she tries to shove that feeling away to a tiny corner of her chest.

but what she feels most today is just warmth and appreciation for a god who does not just spend so much time with his own children but takes time out to care for others too. that and she did also just fall asleep on him for like two whole hours and he didn’t even budge from his spot, just allowing her to drool all over his chest, probably. she didn’t ask for the details of what she did while out cold, and he didn’t speak about it at all either so she can only hope she did not embarrass herself entirely while out.

she’s still in the middle of thinking this all over when feet at the edge of her vision make her look up to make sure she won’t bump into the other person, only to find herself faced with another one of the god’s most handsome - or one of their children. she honestly can’t tell the difference, everyone is all so goodlooking here that her eyes wander at every turn. this time they stay fixed on the man, as there seems to be something familiar about him, though she can’t pinpoint what. at least she’s still walking and hasn’t come to a stop to stare like some brainless idiot.

starter w/ @mpxjinki ft Chinsun & Jinki

That bastard...

For a brief moment, as he gathered up his jacket and readied to leave, Chinsun had thought she’d been rejected. A few days before White Day and one of her oldest friends was refusing to go bowling with her. They liked bowling! Well, Chinsun always enjoyed their bowling competitions, that was because she nearly always won, and they were always competitions. Still, evidently sore from his last crushing defeat Jinki refuses to play along and it is only within the last minute that he saves her from the prospect of another White Day alone, with dinner of all things, she couldn’t beat him at that. 

Her eyes follow Jinki as he makes his exit, the money for both of their bills left on the table as her fingers lightly drum against the wood. He was testing her, she could feel it. 

She’s determined to not let it bother her, as the evenings tick away with nothing so much as a text with plans, confirmations or even a date! Was he teasing her? Did he even intend to take her out or had he forgotten? Still, as the dreaded day of couples approaches Chinsun’s eyes continue to drift to the dress of all dresses resting on a plush hanger against the door of her bedroom. Waiting to see if it will be worn and fulfil it’s destiny as the date dress to make all date dressed jealous. A jaw dropper in lustrous, figure clinging satin. A barely there soft fabric that gives enhancement to curves and a low drop back that was less than subtle. 

She’d bought it on a whim over a year ago and it had sat, sullen in her wardrobe all that time, because this was not a dress for a blind date. One that no doubt would end in disaster because of her divine ability and the truth that she inexplicably seemed to pull from men without even really intending to.  Now it hung on the back of her door, taunting her as the day ticked by and she heard nothing. At this rate, she’ll be wearing it to eat ice cream on her own this White Day. 

The familiar chime of her phone from across the room soon has Chinsun dive across her bed to snatch it from the side table, her eyes widening as she reads the words illuminated on the screen. 

[ ✉ : Jinki ] Tonight? I’ll pick you up at 7.30pm

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Jinki stepped out into the cold air with Blair, a hand clutching his briefcase and the other awkwardly hanging by his side. He looked back with eyes widened when she spoke to him in such a shaky tone, head tilting to one side in slight disbelief. “What’s the matter?” He took a step back, closer to her, a hand raising to press against her back. “This doesn’t sound like the usual you.” Despite the nature of their relationship, Jinki always had a soft spot for the beautiful girl, and even today, he looked upon her so fondly, his gaze gentle and amused. “I’ve got to go,” he peered at his watch, knowing he was almost late for work; this would have to wait. “I’ll call you tonight, hm? Let’s talk tonight.” He turned to walk away, but stopped after two steps, turning back with a grin to grab hold of her and press a firm kiss on the side of her forehead. “See you.”

Jinki was almost the opposite of her - he was gentle, warm like rays of sunlight and intelligent in ways that Blair had never really cared for - and yet their budding friendship had blossomed so easily. He seemed to encourage the good in her, whilst her own wild antics were just enough to bring the careful man out of his shell. Things had taken the different turn the last night though and, what started out with laughter and soju, ended up with them tangled in the bed sheets.

Blair was used to it though. She’d grown disinterested in serious relationships many years ago and instead engaged him casual flirtations, one night stands and scandalous activities with other like minded friends. It was only in retrospect that she’d realised that she and Jinki had never really discussed her sex life - the last thing she’d wanted to do was lose a friend because she couldn’t keep her legs closed. “Yeah, let’s do that,” she agreed, about to leave as well but caught off guard by the kiss against the side of her head.

starter for @mpxjinki ft Chinsun & Jinki 

“There you are-” Chinsun sighs as she moves through the bodies in the bar towards the small table, currently hosting her work rival and total enemy. With a thud she swings her expensive handbag onto the wood beside him, before groaning happily as she sees a chilled beer, sat on a coaster with a napkin already laid out for her. “You’re the worst” she coos jokingly before lightly squeezing his shoulder as she slips past him and into the waiting seat. 

“What a day” she complains with a tired groan, leaning back in her chair, as dark painted toes slip from the achingly gorgeous but also torturous confines of her heels, and dainty little feet lift to rest on the soft silky fabric of his suit trousers on his knee. Lifting the beer bottle, where cold water drops condense pleasingly along it’s neck, she lifts it to her lips and offers him a wink before taking a much needed sip.