#xrose

“So -- “ Her sweet voice made itself known once the ringing calls were interrupted by silence, unexpected after their last fight that had them broken up. With the intensity her shit had on them both and hurt them, she had suspected that Hanuel would block her number or at least ignore her calls, not to respond.

“Oh -- Hanuel.” She added with a shaky sigh, feeling lost for ideas on what to excuse herself with, seeing that she would need a reason for the call, besides the need to listen to his recorded voice that would warn she could leave him a message when the system would direct her towards the voice mails. “Sorry, my bad. I called on accident, but listen, will you be by that one party downtown this week? I sort of miss your music and would be nice to listen to you again.” She bit her lower lip and glanced up at the ceiling in her living room, where is art still stood impeccably by the walls, because she was sounding too damn obvious. Missing their voice? How about anything else as well? If only she had her face out her own ass for that time -- on time, they could still be together. God knows what the latter could be doing or hanging around with now that time has passed. She knew him better, that he was too serene and loyal, but it didn’t mean he’d wait for her to wake up forever.

Morning stretches are just so yummy 💛

“You sure about that?” Rose questioned shyly as she made her way towards the kitchen with a shirt on her that she took a hold of from a corner on the room. Said shirt was actually neatly put away on top of a chair, but the fact she found herself on her underwear by a unknown bed within an unknown place had her thinking that right after her ex dumped her and she went out to forget him, with some alcohol already in her system, that she could had decided she could do even better to put him behind her back.

Nonetheless, she obeyed and sat down by the kitchen’s seating area to wait for breakfast and another scolding for sure, because the guy seemed to sure about them not doing here, but she couldn’t just get past that thought.

Plot from the wishlist:  An incubus falls in love at first sight with the human he was scheduled to visit, but then instead of accomplishing his task and leaving to visit another, he instead takes care of her for a time in secret and slowly let the human become their main focus. Then as more time passes, he eventually is able to find a chance to reveal himself and date her and basically do the one thing he was sent there to do and that couples do naturally, but the problem is that not only is he keeping his true identity from his partner and not telling her that he basically stalked her, but neither is he telling that he’s basically sucking all of her energy and eventually getting her sick. Frankly am more keen to play as the human on this plot, since I have already plots where I play as the demon and want the experience from the human’s point of view [tw: nsfw, nudity, stalking, probably some angst at some point, disturbing content]

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So here was the thing: ​Rose didn’t shy away from mingling with people and having a night or more with them once finding someone at a club or bar whom she thought she had clicked with and that was as free of compromise and open minded as her, but she never had imagined she would find herself in a weird situation like this.  Or well, at least it was not really something that had happened before, that is.

Unlike others, whom would change numbers and all with her and only then schedule to meet, this one guy she had over with her by the apartment one time after meeting at a club and consequently having a time with, was now nearby her apartment’s door, or at least the male seemed like him for sure, but she couldn’t be too sure, seeing it was now night time and she was too tired after a full day of work.

“Hey, may I help you?” The blonde paused once seeing the other, clutching onto her purse as if that would create any barrier between the two while she was scared due to the sudden unannounced visit or make her feel like she could feel protected somehow and offered a small smile, not wanting him to think that he wasn’t welcome. Maybe they did schedule to meet or he tried to contact her and she didn’t either recall it due to being too busy lately or he wasn’t able to and came in to see her personally? Just because she felt like something was a bit off, it didn’t meant it really had to be, right?

​Looking back at it, Rose supposed that sooner or later this would happen. Making excuses in order to tag along to Korea and live a free life where she could do what she wanted with her parents supervision, had access to a fabulous life style as her cousin was an actress, so it was easier to get connections and access to where she would need to go and learn how to be a model, so she could follow that as her profession, still remaining in the expensive school her parents still wanted her to be by, while at night, instead of being by the campus, she would encounter casually a few people, hit the club and overall experiment with more risqué things and take a dangerous curve into the wrong direction, but as fast as these things came in, they all vanished and it wasn’t like this happening wasn’t on the table before.

“It happened. You saw the news right? So I won’t need to explain. Can -- Can I then work for you, still? I might someplace new and something new to do.” Rose bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as they burnt from the fact she had been crying so much and she tried to keep her composure, yet it was obvious that she was breaking down. She had a huge scandal, where she was caught by a club kissing with a guy she had no idea had someone already, that fooled her telling he was free, but of course, as life was fair, she was the one being framed, but frankly? She had it coming. She should know that playing this often with fire would get her burnt, so now she was out of cash since her parents cut it down, meaning that she also wouldn’t go to school either as without money and with the newfound fame, they didn’t want her there as it hurt their reputation, she felt used by the married guy that manipulated her this easily, ashamed to see herself in the news like this, judged by the streets and also more or less with her career ruined, but gladly she had her cousin to live with still, as she kept her back and Jongsuk did promise the last year to help her, so she was hoping that he could indeed help her, but if he wouldn’t, she wouldn’t put it against him either.

“If you can’t it’s okay through. I’ll try to get myself figured out, but I really just need to start anew. I don’t know and I recalled what you said the other time we last talked.” The blonde sniffed as she ran her right thumb and indicative fingers through her eyes as the other hand held up her cellphone up to her ear.

“Hey, Lils. You’re still up?” Rose knocked on the door softly, while feeling sorry for either waking up her cousin at this hour when she knew the other was so on point with her time that it would be rare to caught her up at this hour, or at least bothering the neighbors nearby, when keeping in mind that that maybe there would be the chance that she was out in her boyfriend’s place.

She could always call or maybe wait for the next day, but Rose really needed the latter’s comforting words, the motherly capacity she had to rush in with an embrace and offers for some tea and a blanket, which Lilian did assure Rose that she could have whenever she would need.

She had been rejected a second time by the man she tried to forget seven year ago, due to her not knowing how being friends with benefits should stay as only that, had to work for his company most recently and it for sure hurt to get back to the hold habit of finding herself in the guy’s bed just to see him embracing another woman the next day, so she jus felt like venting it out and asking advice from the older girl, no matter how she knew that her situation wasn’t as anything compared to Lilian’s own past.

What did surprise her through was that instead of having her cousin by the door to receive her, she had someone else she didn’t knew.

“I’m sorry. Did I perhaps knock on the wrong door? Doesn’t Lilian still live on this apartment complex? She didn’t told me that she had a roommate or had changed places.” Rose managed to speak between sniffles as she glanced at the unknown person and tried her best to lower her head and wipe her eyes, because it was embarrassing to be caught crying this much by someone she didn’t know.

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰: 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱) 𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. (𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦? 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.

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Rose has a decently well-off family, her cousin Lilian was also an new actress in South Korea, yet due to her family wanting Rose to learn the costs of life and knowing she can be a little spoiled, they only allowed her to go and study where her cousin was by with only an allowance that would permit the basic living costs for the first few months and only helped from there with the university studies, seeing they still wanted their daughter by a prestigious school.

Which meant, that if she wanted to go to clubs, have a roof under her head without having to cling to her cousin or just have some cash for just in case of anything and to go shopping, she had to work. She managed to get a spot on a coffee shop near campus as a waitress and as she one day was simply cleaning tables near closing time, she noticed a couple that seemed to be fighting over something. When then she saw one of the people by that table escalate the situation, she walked to a table closer to them that remained untouched after clients left, threw the remains of a cold coffee that had been abandoned there with a not-so-accidental swipe with the rag over the table and finally gasped, as if she didn’t do it on purpose. 

“Oh -- Opps! I’m sorry you guys!” Rose winks in the direction of the person she thought she had just helped and told the person full of coffee that they could head to the bathroom by the end of the corridor at their right, which still would give time for the other she winked to time to run.

(starter based on one of the plots of this post) “YOU’RE THE BASTARD WHO KEEPS PARKING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE SO I RETALIATED BY KEYING YOUR CAR AND YOU CAUGHT ME” AU

Single-Ship Muses ||Multi-Ship Muses || Rules

“You must be kidding me.” Rose confessed under her breath once arriving home from a day full of classes and finding the front door of her building constricted again with the same car from previous days right in front of it. After glancing around, so to see if anyone was looking at her and not finding anyone around, the female reached within her purse to look for her keys and decided to finally leave her mark out of frustration. Because of the person that has been insisting of parking their car right in front of the building complex, she has not been able to ride her bike to release her day to day stress, it just pissed her off that the person doesn’t take into consideration that they could at least give it some more space in case anyone in the building had babies and would need to use their strollers or anything of that sort and she did had tried to leave a warning about it on a window before, but it seemed to have been ignored or simply wasn’t noticed and flew out with the wind when they drove, so that also rubbed her the wrong way.

With her purse by the other arm, so she would be able to write with the keys, the blonde scratched off the paint of the car to write in bit letters the warning ‘Learn how to park’ and grinned deviously as she did it…What she didn’t count with was to be distracted to the point of not hearing someone approach.