#scapegoatisms

First off props to you for making an entire multi-muse blog with all the muses related to crime and forensics. Srsly… there’s so many of them that interest me– I don’t know where to start!!

I could probably do an evaluation for each and every single one of them, but since I have a bunch of these to do already I’ll just narrow it down to the top three for now? Okay, here I go:

Kim Junmyeon: I’m a sucker for detective muses (obviously). The possibilities are endless as to how they could have met or run into each other, how they could benefit from one another, what advantages/disadvantages they have between them, etc. 

Park Chanyeol: Despite being tech savvy himself, he’s still not a skilled computer analyst. Every good detective needs a hacker in their lives. Need I say more? If he’s available for hire woobin would probably consult him on occasion for his own cases.

Park Eunhee: For some reason Eunhee reminds me of Molly Hooper from Sherlock (which my muse is heavily based on). It would be nice to have someone similar to that in Woobin’s life– to help assist with any forensics when it comes to his work.

15: Shower Kiss

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It’s been a long day at work, a topic he speaks of to very few, his daily conquest no exception when he finally arrives well past evening, tired bones almost immediately jumped when he walks in.

It was well past midnight when Yifan woke up alone, finding that the side of the bed Luhan usually curled up on is empty. It leads to him shuffling through his house, intending to use the bathroom but unconsciously finding himself skulking to the kitchen for beer, already halfway done with the bottle when he’s striding through the dark living room lit only by the faux fire crackling in the fire place and the Christmas trees his nieces had begged him to get so they could decorate, unintentionally making eye contact with a guilty looking Luhan caught redhanded on the floor in a mess of wrapping paper and bows. 

Yifan, not quite caring what was going on, had continued walking back to bed but was only reeled back into the living room, a mistletoe attempting to be dangled over him but Luhan’s reach isn’t very high even when with his arm being held up, hitting Yifan in the face but the dumb gist is understood and it leads to them on the floor, sharing long, sensual kisses with lazy tongue and wandering hands that latch onto clothing until skin is bared. It’s a change of pace, this slow, sensual tempo, so unnatural to their usual hard, borderline rough fuck sessions they had several times a day. It’s different, but he doesn’t find himself minding it.