#tigrestal

Ten: Our muses hug one another

"Soojung…" Jongin inquired once more with a heavy sigh. It’s been hours already and the girl didn’t seem like speaking up. 

There was something bothering her for sure, Jongin figured. The way she kept on look elsewhere whenever Jongin insisted to offer his own company. It was never easy to make Soojung open up, neither to even initiate any contact. No matter how close they were, there was always something she kept to herself. Whenever the male stepped closer, she stepped back. Vicious circle. Jongin however, wasn’t this patient. He’d rather risk getting punched or yelled at, rather than waiting so long for at least one word, any reaction, short answer or just a glance.

Send me a "☤" For my muses reaction to waking up with your muses head between their legs. 

         He could see it happening. After having a particularly bad day, and particularly high dose of alcohol, it could only ended up with waking up late the next day. He brushed his hair off his face, scrunching up his nose.

"Shit.” He muttered, squeezing eyes shut, hangover hitting him harder than he could expect. The room was still filled with packs of chips and empty bottles of whiskey in tequila. The sight of this mess already cause a frown to carve on Jongin’s features. He shouldn’t have throw such a huge party. His friends warned him before, yet who was he to refuse bunch of pretty ladies wishing to have some fun with him? Stupid, indeed.

However, much to his surprise, he wasn’t the only one sleeping in his bed. Pulling the covers aside a bit, he noticed a blonde girl, still asleep, positioned perfectly between his legs. How awkward.

“What the—“ He squeaked at the  revelation, blinking twice as he shifted away, almost waking the girl up immediately. What’s more, a brief glance was enough to notice that Jongin knew this female. It was Soojung. Dozen of questions flooded his mind upon such a revelation, yet he decided to brush off all the inappropriate thoughts, biting down on his lower lip. Was it possible that they got this drunk? 

Dear Soojung,

I admit, it’s still weird seeing a spitting image of myself. Not that I’m displeased by it – quite the contrary, I’m pleased that at least someone looks as good as I do that isn’t my brother. At some other time, or some other place, we could have been siblings. Twins, even. But that’s not going to work now, and I think I’ll just settle for acquaintances.

Friends, maybe.

But who knows? I don’t like many people, and the number of people I consider friends is very, very scarce.  

For now, I’ll settle for you as my model. Now all I have to teach you is how to be more photogenic. Maybe then you can be my stand-in for fancy events I don’t have enough patience for.

Send “I’m in love with you.” to see how my muse reacts. 

"Aster? Can you help find Chrystal? She came to work but...we don't see her anywhere. We're really worried." 

It felt as though all the blood on her face had drained away with the words of the redhead's disappearance. This never happens, she had always been one on time, one who stays on top of things and never, never runs away from her problems. What could possibly be bothering her so much that she felt the need to be alone? To just breathe and bask in the loneliness of her own company? It didn't make sense to her, nothing made sense to the brunette.

Then again, Chrystal had always been a mystery, one difficult to decipher -- despite the amount of time they spend together, even living under the same roof, there are aspects to the female's life that Aster would love to know, yet, has never been granted the permission to do so. Absent-mindedly, she nodded and agreed to help their mutual friends/co-workers to find the female. Of course, she wouldn't say no. 

Worries ran through her head, thinking of different things she could be doing alone. Was she safe? Was she...cold? It was getting late and the weather was starting to get a lot windier. Was she wearing a coat? Dear god, only if she knew where the girl was hiding. Brows furrowed, she walked around the area, calling out her name as if she was looking for a lost cat; oh the irony. 

"Chrystal?"

Her voice soft, almost like one of a mother singing lullabies for her firstborn; that was the only way she knew she wouldn't scare the girl. Without any responds, she sighed heavily and changed her direction completely. The beach. Where they first met. She should be there. The brunette recalled her rambling on about how it had become her favourite place, a safe haven almost. Without wasting much time, she ran, ran, and ran towards the beach, feet sank in the cold sand, searching frantically for traces of her. 

Her brow optics then quickly focused on this figure with burning, bright red hair, it would seem as though she glowed in the dark -- that, or she was too thrilled to pieces that she finally found her. Finally made sure that she was safe. A relieved smile then appeared on her face, sinking her teeth on her bottom lip as she walked slowly, plopping beside her and nudged the redhead's side with her elbow. 

"Hey. Why are you out here on your own? The moon looks prettier when you look at it with someone, not alone." 

The girl turned to her, no trace of happiness left on her features, somehow, very different from the girl she knew. Instead, the corners of her lips tugged into a frown, not bothering to utter a word even if Aster attempted to keep the conversation going, to the point that she thought she was becoming a bother to her friend (roommate as well) already. With that, she allowed silence to linger between them for a while, until Chrystal bursted out the anger she seemed to have it bottled up.

"I'm in love with you, okay?" 

--...What? Was she hearing that correctly? Surely, it was loud enough to be heard, oh dear, it was actually way too loud for two people. Aster looked at her, dumbfounded that these words would eve slip from her mouth. Eyes widened, she opened her mouth agape in hopes of saying something back, but it failed. She was rendered speechless. All she could do was reach out, grabbing her hand into hers and entwine their fingers together, smiling rather apologetically. 

5. What is one thing they do that can negatively affect their relationship with friends?

Hyorin has never really had friends until recently so she still doesn’t completely understand how their relationship works. She lacks tact and can be pretty blunt which may offend/upset her (small collection) of friends.

10. Some of their emotional shortcomings? 

Where to start? She doesn’t believe in love, or hate for that matter. She has difficulties expressing the emotions she does believe in and usually ends up becoming very anxious in the face of affection. She’s most comfortable ‘feeling’ indifferent, for several different reasons.

15. How might they be ignorant or prejudiced?

I’m not really sure, perhaps she’d be prejudiced around an excessive smoker as she really hate cigarettes? Or someone who gets star wars and star trek mixed up ( or HP & LOTR - just don’t mix franchises up). Rather than being ignorant, Hyorin is far more naive with things she doesn’t understand based on the fact her misunderstandings are not because of her refusal to learn but by the lack of opportunities/exposure.  

20. What is a self-inflicted misery of theirs? (i.e. something they perpetuate themselves)

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