#mxjimin

her split lip, bruised forearms (and possibly elsewhere underneath her clothing) and open gash on her right thigh were clear indications of the previous altercations she’s been in thus far. she saw them as trophies of each battle. it was a reminder of that she was still penetrable, nor matter how perfect she was. in her eyes, she had the same physical capabilities as everyone else yet she still came out victorious.

everyone was behaving like savages. they’re lowly urchins that should be praising the ground she walks on. they had the gall to attack her, to challenge her. they all thought they would survive a battle with her. pathetic.

momo swam away from the heart of the carnage, her eyes sweeping the room for any sort of challenge. she stopped, looking down at her leg that left a red mist in its wake as she swam. there was a dull ache but she refused to attend to it. that would be showing weakness in front of all of them. instead she went to force herself to continue swimming and instead came with something blocking her path.

“who do you think you are?” she asks him angrily, crossing her arms. she kept her voice levelled though she didn’t hide the angry tone behind it. “you’re blocking my way. unless you intend to carry me where i need to go, move!”

Sunggyu’s been afraid of being found out his entire life on land; afraid of the unknown - of the future. He stares down at the shorter male before him, his lower lip tucked between his rabbit like teeth as he stares at the object in hand. 

“I-...I can’t.” he whispered, “I’m not good with stuff like that.” 

It was a can of mace. 

Sunggyu was sure he’d end up injuring himself somehow with the defense spray. He raised his hand to the back of his neck and glanced down at his shoe’s, “The thought is - really, extremely nice. And I’m grateful. But Jiminnie. I’m sure It’ll backfire on me.”

the look the other gives him causes Sunggyu to laugh nervously.

(send me a prompt!)

“Park Jimin, do you think I was born yesterday?” Seokjin snips playfully, in spite of Jimin’s serious tone. “You can’t believe everything you hear on the news, you know.”

Sure, there had been some reports of sightings of some pretty strange things during full moons, but wasn’t that just superstitions making the people hyperaware of simple things? Everything is definitely being blown out of proportion- that Seokjin is sure of. Most people just see a particularly large dog outside and scream werewolf before realizing wolfy has a collar and a leash attached to him. 

“But hyung,” Jimin whines, exasperation evident in his voice. “I’m just looking out for you.” 

Seokjin wants to coo at him, because Jimin has always been incredibly overprotective of him, moreso during full moons than anything else and Seokjin finds it endearing. He knows Jimin truly believes what he’s saying, so he does stay in every time Jimin reminds him and his schedule will allow it, but tonight isn’t one of those nights and Jimin’s worries will have to be calmed when Seokjin returns home safe and sound. 

“I know you are, Jiminnie,” Seokjin adjusts the buttons on his jacket and offers a bright smile. “But I don’t have a choice, we have to do filming tonight to get a certain scene and they’ve been waiting for the full moon- who am I to dip out when I’m one of the characters in the scene? Hyung will be fine.”

There are very few pleasures Seokjin allows himself to indulge in outside of his work. The first, his extensive collection of a certain red-clad Italian plumber. The second, taking photos of his dog to put up on his SNS. The third, however, tends to take Seokjin outside of his home- his comfort zone- and into the world of flashing cameras and grabbing hands. Luckily for Seokjin, restaurants prove to (more often than not) be a safe haven of sorts. It would appear that most people have etiquette that extends to leaving people be when they eat ...even if it just means they sit and stare from outside. 

Seokjin is at one such restaurant when he spots something relatively unusual. He’s just finished filming his latest episode of EatJin- a vlog of sorts that Seokjin keeps up to show his fans that not only is he eating well, but he’s damn sure enjoying himself in the process- and as he reviews the footage on his phone over the remainder of his third last bowl of ramyun, he notices something in the background. Or rather, someone. He quirks an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at the boy sitting a few tables back. 

Not only is this boy helping himself to what looks like a really nice meal (Seokjin will need to look into trying it for himself next time, because this could definitely become somewhere that he frequents) but he’s also helping himself to a good chunk of the spotlight. Seokjin’s spotlight. For once, he finds himself not really minding though, given that the boy isn’t really doing it on purpose, per se. 

It’s at this point that Seokjin begins to feel a little creepy for ogling the other, even through video, and for watching long enough to find the little quirk of his lips- at a particularly good bite, Seokjin assumes- almost endearing. He frowns to himself briefly, locking the phone and setting it to the side. 

“Ahjumma,” Seokjin calls, peeking over to the register. “Check please.”