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I. corner of your eye. 

He was really similar to a vision from the past, something in his eyes reminded her of the demons her grandmother talked about. Tall and attractive with a small touch of fear. Mihyun couldn’t help but smile as she noticed the book in his hands, it was the same she wanted to purchase. Horror books were, apparently, the latest trend. The author was well-known for being an expert in that genre and it captivated her in a strange way considering she has never been a big fan of anything spooky. 

Between the tall shelves, the woman didn’t hesitate to approach the fellow reader, curiosity always won whenever she wondered if she should talk to a perfect stranger. Barely reaching his shoulder, the tip of her fingers indicated him he had to look down to see her. “Sorry to disturb you but can you get me that book by Jack Loomis… You see, I can’t really reach it but I need it.” 

Little did she know the man she just met was, in fact, the author. 

II. vintage t-shirts. 

“Nine inch nails aren’t that bad, come on Mimi.” Her eyes were on the t-shirt he got her, a birthday gift. As an independent psychic, the skull on it didn’t bother her that much but the band itself was the problem. Moonsik could have done worse, she definitely knew it, but somehow she doubted his real intentions. Was it a real birthday gift or simply a prank? Maybe both. Both was fine for her. Expensive gifts were not something she wished for, she didn’t need anything to prove they were friends. Or, something close to that. She didn’t know if she could call Moonsik her friend but, despite his absence of moral, his presence in her life made her oddly happy. 

Another gaze thrown at the “gift”, she surrendered. “I won’t listen to their music, though.” 

III. pressure. 

The last time she heard someone being angry, Mihyun didn’t recall they were that composed. She wasn’t scared of him because she guessed he could be worse. There was always a hidden side of him, something wrecked she avoided as much as she could. He wasn’t the nicest friend, he wasn’t the one you could talk to easily, but she was hopeful. You only needed to know how to approach him. 

Her eyes caught his wallet flew across the room. “Only here for the money.” were the only words she understood. His cat in her arms, she didn’t fear to walk towards him, closing the distance as he ended his call. Maybe he, as insensitive as he seemed, was also able to feel such emotions. In this moment, it was useless for her to speak. He didn’t need comforting words, he didn’t need someone to help him. They looked at each and she smiled. 

Hope is all around. 

IV. all the things she says. 

“You’re not that scary.” were the words she whispered when he told her he was, in fact, Jack Loomis. His pen name now sounded funny to her and his fascination for horror was nothing but a sign he was able to like, appreciate something else than his own person. 

“Do you think I don’t know? I’m friend with you so you can carry my harp.” were the words she spoke as he called her short. Still, his height didn’t impress her, it was an advantage for both of them. He’d carry her harp, she’d be his armrest. 

“Your money doesn’t interest me! were the words she almost screamed when he defined himself as some living bank account. “Poor or rich, I couldn’t care less. You could have a house on the moon I wouldn’t care.” She remembered how heated she was, how could he think money was the sole reason for her to befriend him? Then, she thought about the phone call. Of course, he would think that way because others treat him as such. 

V. the truth. 

things that she never knew had sparked her interest based on one night of movies. and to think she’d never be able to talk to this particular male-- she was wrong. it was movies that got them to bond. movies with gore, with mystery. for a good chill down your spine as you watch it and eyes are fixated on the chopped up liver that the lunatic had grabbed from their victim’s internal organs. and she asked for another recommendation. another one. with his comment, his first ever comment about her stuck at the back of her head.

hyejung’s a teenager but she’s smart.

and there was some kind of admiration to that. it probably wasn’t quoted correctly, but it’s not like hyejung would forget it that easily.  “moonsik-- come on. another movie. another movie rec!” “kid. it’s past your bedtime.” “are you fuckin’ with me? s’only 10 pm!” “exactly.” the whine that slipped out was the start of her tantrum. really acting like a kid now as she swung her arms and legs-- unacceptable behavior. so he closed the door on her, leaving her outside with choices that were up to her. either a: be dumb and spend the night there just for a movie recommendation. or b: go home. it was past her bedtime, apparently. but it wasn’t past his. instead, she stood up and knocked on the door repeatedly-- and god was it annoying. he opened the door with an irritated face. with a figure that towered over her, she still didn’t feel intimidated. she wasn’t sure how he felt in many situations, but it’s not like she’d pick at it.

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where was their first date ?:

their first date oddly enough is located in the graveyard. it was an idea kira spoken out loud and moonsik agreed easily. candles, black roses - take out over the blanket resting on the hues of green that were simply neglected by the graveyard worker. with the exception of fucking her on the gravestone that belonged to someone who she wasn't fond of.

what my muse would do to cheer your’s up:

genuine reassurance of his self value or his position in her spot, actually being special than most men around, willingly watching movies with batman in them and her making no complaint in the process, staying quiet to listen to what needed to be said on his part, staying when he actually asks her to.

who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: 

moonsik is most likely do to so, especially if kira doesn't gain enough sleep. his kisses shift around from her lips to the underside of her jawline, gravitating above her body when he continues lower on her body until she really does wake up.

how my muse would wake your’s up:

placed on his lap, forcefully tugging the sheets, grasping a hold of her favorite baby boy, evil, so he can be placed over moonsik's chest to tag team on waking him up. nose brushing on the crook of his cheek, mumbling usual threats if he doesn't get up in five minutes.

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?:

kira, between the both of them she only knows how to cook proper meals. if he gets in the way around the kitchen, she'll purposely flick a bit of the ingredients directly at him in attempt to shoo' him away so she can finish.

who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: 

kira. i feel like if it gets to a point where she feels anything more than what she does for moonsik ( which god knows if it'll reach that point, bickering children much ) she would blurt it out loud. in complete frustration because she was never someone who can act upon her own feelings correctly so if he were to be a bit oblivious, maybe a tad inconsiderate she will admit to it.

who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?:

it's either or on this part, kinda leaning more towards kira if she snaps that badly to where she will put her hands on another person over moonsik. despite his threats, saying he would physical put another in harm; she'll probably be the more mature one by saying no.

who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?:

neither of them. in the back of her mind, she would want another cat for evil to have a little playmate but she wouldn't say it out loud. because she happens to think evil is more than enough. and evil is originally moonsik's pet, he wouldn't want any pet in general unless it's a cat.

who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?:

in bed is kira, out of bed is moonsik. he's a blabbering, loud mouth especially if he's throwing a tantrum over what he sees when it's kira and another man. unlike, kira, who silently fumes. but behind closed doors and it's in bed, she's a bit more vocal. trying to muffle the sounds from his ears to catch only to end up probably choking her a bit to really get it out of her.

who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?:

equally, it's the both of them. they're most likely open to a lot of things as long as they're both agreeing to it. and half of the time, kira might not want to do particular things but to prove a point.

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: 

moonsik would, to bring it up as confirmation if she's into it - but kira would immediately shut the idea down. if anything the word daddy slips out moonsik's mouth when they watch movies and 'batdaddy' appears to bless his eyes.

what is their shared, favourite kink ?:

i can't narrow it down to one because they seem pretty compatible in bed. i'd like to thing that whole bdsm thing would be one of them just a form of self control, patience and a sign of dominance on either side. because despite moonsik pinning her down one second to do what he wants to her body. the next time around would end up with his wrists tied and to the headboard for her to take control.

describe their typical kiss:

kisses in the past were usually a bit sloppy and rough, out of complete lust. though their kisses now would be a lot softer, a small handful of kisses laid over their lips before one of them lingers. small sneaking of smiles or hums of content. addiction is a term to describe it, one can lead to another - then a domino effect that just leads to it being more passionate.

how my muse shows their love for your’s:

fingers running through his hair during late nights and troublesome attempts of falling asleep, hugs from behind when he's occupied in his work, a serenade of the moon song from the movie her softly singing against his skin, reassurance to beat his insecurities if it developed, attempts of forehead kisses when they stand besides each other only to tug him down by the collar of his shirt.

their favourite ways to give affection:

binge watching movies late at night, him holding her whilst she's embracing evil, random materialistic items being bought, dark/twisted inside jokes that they can understand, constantly being praised, offering to be carried due to the amount of hours is spent wearing heels public affection displayed ( grabbing on the ass, suggestions of quick session when they're out ) kisses laid over lips, him randomly bringing up moments that would make her flustered, threatening everyone else over him/her.

who is more dominate ?:

moonsik. it can be kira when they want to switch and take turns but most of the time it would be him taking control. because she was rarely intimate with anybody else, even as currently but somehow he could coil her around his fingertips.

who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?:

when it's hot showers, it'd be moonsik. simply because kira would've been slipping and sliding around trying to do it to his own hair. at least when they take a warm bath, it's easier for her to wash his hair.

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?:

moonsik, he'd like to paint her skin with marks that were made with his mouth alone as a reminder that she has someone at home with a very, cute cat.

who has the weirder taste in music ?:

obviously taste in music for them isn't considered weird but in everyone's eyes it would be, moonsik has the obvious more unusual taste in music. not that kira can complain.

who would be the one to suggest marriage ?:

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I. 

there were moments where, she felt obligated to tease him around. because it’s quite enjoyable to do so. they know where they stand with one another and she doesn’t dare call him a boyfriend, a friend. with its own odd benefits in the process. because boredom strikes in the middle of the night after a long day of work, laced crosses over her thighs that coiled around the flesh through sheer stockings. 

hasn’t properly changed her attire, she’s showing far too much skin to where her mother would be ashamed. her positions changed, seated in the edge of her bed. hem of her dress is slipping far up within her thigh and her legs were folded over one another. 'want to play a little game between you and i?’ is what the message was sent with a photo, suggestive and she can figure out how he’d react to what she shows him teasingly. when he replies back, curious to what she had in mind. a sly cheshire-like grin unfolds over her lips. 

II.

if he doesn’t request for more than what he earns, he ends up receiving. it’s a win, win situation on both of their parts and no one becomes a loser. unless, moonsik gives into temptation and begs for another photo then she can decline – stopping along the process too. again, he knows how well of a tease she was as a whole. having to deal with it for almost a year painfully and finally receiving what has been wanted for months now was well worth it. vocally saying it out loud to embarrass her and even then, he relishes in those emotions she gives to him. 

and maybe once in a while, without wanting to admit to no one but himself - he’d stare at his phone longer than expected from a message from her. one hour goes by and somehow another sixty minutes is over with. kira never claimed when another photo would be earned but that’s what she’s doing on purpose; self control and patience. patience being one thing she knows moonsik lacks in as a whole. 

‘question - black or white?’ what a foolish, simple inquiry to ask him at random. he simply replies back with black, obvious enough because he learns more darker colors than the ones that displayed purity. when she glances at the screen then, she hums. discarding long over-sized sweater to the side. to come a step ahead of his response, black laced lingerie concealed her chest to the waistline. her lips stained in nothing more than the deep shade of red that layers across her lips. that’s all he sees in the photo, milky skin colliding in the dark color he replied with. sheer and the ink that splotches across her right arm that he hasn’t acknowledged until now. 

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somehow, when her lips form the words ‘no,’ her actions speak differently. to think they wouldn’t get a lot after numerous months of knowing each other though she ends up finding more aspects of his existence that were – oddly interesting. yes, avoiding him at all times was a priority in the beginning because being close in resemblance like the other men and women practically on his dick was the last image she was going for. 

“but -” when kira protests, she somehow finds herself hesitating in words that she wanted to say to him. somewhere along the lines of she can’t, doesn’t want to for this or that reason. something that comes into mind but she becomes defeated, mainly because she likes being wanted. “fine, but we’re drinking while i’m still here." 

moonsik was always so eager to know what’s bound to happen, how she would react most of the time – kept an eye on her and listening to her words, watching the way her actions were portrayed. he just had no one and nothing else to stare at but her when she’s there. being in his bed has become a part of her routine, sadly. there were times where she ends up laid across her own bed and somehow when her head turns, she expects him right there besides him but it’s nothing but the lanky table with her paper work. 

"come a little closer,” he says and her body shifts. kira listens to him without complaints because she finds it pleasant to have his arms curled over her frame, fingers running through her soft brunette hair and his lips brushing across her skin. god, to be this desperate for physical touches on her. she doesn’t understand why she felt the need to have him do it, doesn’t have to beg for it but her body curls within his warmth and he does what she requested through silent motives. 

when she exhales, the scent of strong alcohol is what he inhales before his lips meet across her own. they’re just friends, they can enjoy their company by drinking and making out sometimes. it was their initial plan when she offered to have him as her 'drinking buddy,’ during her free nights. 

intoxication wavers over their presence, aggressive from the soft bites across one lower lip and how nails clawed across the arm. a battle of complete dominance when tongue graze across one another and his hands pin her own above her head to keep her in place. moonsik wanted nothing more than to taste, to praise and devour every inch of her frame for the times she teased. to have this situation be dragged on even further than it needs to be.  "stop -“ kira pants out, catching her breath that was taken away and his forehead knocks across her own gently. liar, he mouths and taunts her. she can feel warmth on her cheeks, temperature of the room and how close he was too her body wasn’t helping the situation at all. 

“What a ruckus.”

In spite of the disapproval seeping from his gullet, his countenance dared to state otherwise. The ends of his lips would lift ever so slightly in what came off as pure amusement, which it certainly was, though he would refrain from motivating the boy any further. Referred to as boy, for the man stood years ahead of him. Considering the vending machine resided within the building, he was quick to enter whilst wiping residue from his forehead with the tips of his fingers. Suddenly, to his unpleasant surprise, boisterous exclamations of vulgarity had taken him aback upon arrival. In normal cases, events such as this one would season his day to fulfilling delight. However, today was not the day. Unwarranted and ostentatious. A revolting combination. 

“You will get wrinkles that way. Relax, little boy.” Brows perk, however, as an item catches his eye. He is swift in seizing a book by its spine, which had been lying atop a counter in the room. He was a sucker for horror stories. Simultaneously he averts his gaze to the mechanical vendor shortly upon apprehension. Black coffee would do for the day. He scans the book’s contents rather quickly as he obtains his beverage. 

An approximate five seconds into the publication and he tosses it into a nearby bin.