#mxyeri

@mthchoa, @mxyeri, @mxseunghyun​

“okay, fam,” jeonghan began, big tubs of popcorn held in both arms and a big grin on his face -- which was, he thought, definitely innocent, and not at all suspicious. besides, there was nothing to be suspicious for, since this was definitely a good ol’ sibling gathering.

jeonghan told himself to behave for it. (for as long as any of his siblings could; he couldn’t promise not to throw popcorn at, say, seunghyun.)

“no one fight over the remote,” he told them, setting one of the tubs of popcorn down on the coffee table along with all the other food and drink set out for all of them. “i’m talking to you two,” the fae clarified, looking pointedly at choa and their (still cute!) little brother, though his expression shifted when he sat beside yeri, tub between his legs, “i know yeri can behave herself. no one be a remote hoe. now -- what the hell are we watching?”

@mxyeri

the male hadn’t intended to spend his afternoon dirtying his shoes and clothes in the park but his days hardly ever go as planned. besides, he found it incredibly difficult to refuse the little kids, all doe eyed and full of expectations, living nearby of a few soccer games. it would have been a crime, in his mind, if he had. so now, he found himself running around the field, chasing after a white and black ball with a group of primary school students.

what was supposed to be just a few friendly games of soccer turned into a neighbourhood tournament that Woohyun found himself on the losing end of. after all, it was them against him - which was clearly unfair but he couldn’t necessarily act like a choding and argue with the children about it.

as he skidded to a stop after failing yet again to block the incoming ball from his goal post (which was indicated by two black school bags), he called for a time out, hoping to end the ‘tournament’ soon before he became the laughing stock of the neighbourhood. heavily breathing, he jogged to his bag to grab some water before spotting a familiar figure at the far end of the field.

17. goofy kiss

from all perspectives, jimin is something of a tease.

he enjoys messing with people-- even his friends, who usually walked away from his joking unscathed rather than horrified. he was known for being a menace, through and through-- the kind that you just couldn’t say no to, no matter how hard you tried.

today, his victim was yeri.

“yeri-ah~” he hummed, appearing behind the younger without warning, leaning over her. “what are you up to?”

no reply. jimin waited, blinking, before leaning down farther over her to catch her expression-- oh, she’s asleep. well.

after a few moments, jimin slides down into the seat next to her. and leans over. and puckers his lips in the most obnoxious way possible, just in time for yeri to wake up and notice what he was doing.

hugging headcanon

wardrobe headcanon

the vampire’s wardrobe isn’t just doom and gloom—he hasblack outfits like any sensible person, but he also has bright colours andother articles of clothing to capture the eye and garner attention. from formaltuxes to smart button downs to loose tanktops; one will find minwoo’s wardrobe tobe incredibly varied.

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

some might think that minwoo has never loved. those peopleare horribly, utterly wrong. but love is a kind of trust, and trust can bebetrayed. betrayal of the love he has given with full abandon stings worse thanany other kind. his mother turning inward, his maker turning away—the seeds,the very roots for the thorns pressing into his heart even today, a good sixcenturies later.

even though he pretends not to, minwoo has loved even after the first betrayal, even after the second—even he is a fool, though hetells himself he has learned and such a thing will never happen again. as such,he answers;

❝there’s nobody i’d pickvoluntarily. i don’t need anyone. ❞

at this point, jeonghan should really just call his photography as a hobby rather than an actual job. he earned more taking his clothes off for hyuna(’s customers) than taking photos of people. but the faery did not complain; rather, he arrived home too happily, distractedly looking down on his camera as he called out: “yeri! i’m home --!”

the greeting was cut short as he looked around, noticing the stillness, the unwanted silence, and the...giant gift box sitting in front of him that he’d almost bumped into. 

oh, right.