trou·ble·mak·er ˈ/trəbəlˌmākər/

I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.

That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.

“Hi, I’m ______.”

“Oh fuck! Are you okay?”

“Crap! Sorry about that! Wasn’t looking where I was going. Here, I’ll get you a new jacket…”

“Need a ride?”

“How are you?”

“Seems like we’re gonna be stuck on this train for an extra three hours.”

“What’s your name?”

“Thank you.”

“You just saved my life!”

“Move the fuck out of my way.”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Asshole.”

“Would you like anything?”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?”

“Uh, that’s my spot.”

“Oh, God, sorry! Let me buy you a new one.”

“Is that your dog? He is so CUTE!”

“Here, take my seat. You look tired.”

“Checking in?”

“Can I sit here?”

“May I buy you a drink?”

“I can spot you, if you want.”

“How’d you even get stuck in a locker, anyway?”

“Can you turn it down?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

“Hi, I’m your new roommate.”

“I think I found your dog. Is he yours?”

“You look cold, take my jacket.”

“Hey, I think the mailman gave me your mail by mistake? [Name], right?”

“You’ve had a guy/girl over every night this week! And you’re really loud! You know how I know? I know because I live below you!”

“So, your kid apparently punched my kid in the face.”

“Bride or groom?”

“Can you switch seats with me? I can’t see!”

“Okay, look, if you’re gonna be airsick, aim the other way.”

“[Sir/Ma'am], if you don’t stop being rude to me, I’m going to give you decaf.”

“Don’t drink that! I saw some guy slip something in there.”

“Hey, is he bothering you?”

“Don’t give up your day job.”

“…Dude, your fly’s down.”

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“I’m [muse’s child]’s teacher.”

“[Muse’s child/younger sibling] was in my yard again!”

“Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!”

“YOUR STUPID MUTT RIPPED UP MY YARD AGAIN!”

“SHUT UP. And learn to stay on key.”

“Good Evening/Afternoon/Morning/Day/Night.”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Is this seat taken?”

“Here you dropped this.”

“You remind me of someone.”

“Will you be taking this?”

“May I take your order?”

“How are you?”

“You look familiar, have we met before?”

“Be careful next time.”

“Hey, could you help me?”

“Help me!”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Are you alright?!”

“I know we’ve never met, but I think you’re beautiful.”

“I think I may have seen you before…”

“Hey! Watch it!”

“Oh my god are you okay?”

“Have we met…?”

“Were you at that one party?”

“Remember me?”

“I know you don’t know me but I love your shirt.”

“Quick, pretend to look like you’re talking to me.”

“Hey, is that your dog?”

“Service takes forever here.”

“Don’t mean to sound cliche, but do you come here often?”

“I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.”

“This is gonna be a long plane ride.”

“Can you turn that music down?”

“People are trying to sleep!”

“I’m your new neighbour.”

“Is that who I think it is?”

“Be quiet!”

“Is that your son/daughter?”

It wasn’t as if Moonbin had meant to run into a much shorter guy and spill all of the guy’s belongings onto the floor. It was okay though, Moonbin helped pick it all up and even gave the guy a small, apologetic smile. But it was as if that moment just…shifted something in Moonbin. Because suddenly the guy was everywhere. It was slowly driving Moonbin insane. He’d even gone home and groaned aloud to Kris about it. He was as unhelpful as ever, telling him to go suck his dick if you’re so interested, Binnie. Safe to say Kris had gotten the pillow beating of his life. Regardless, Moonbin’s eyes seemed to follow the kid whenever he caught sight of him. Which happened to be all the time now. There was just something so… familiar about it. It was different from the feelings he got from others. This was so certain, as if he recognized him deep within his soul.

It wasn’t until they’d been in a cafe, Moonbin chatting with Kris and the stranger chatting with who-the-fuck-knows and he’d seen that smile that he knew. He knew that smile. That perfect gummy smile he’d left behind when he’d gone to college. The kid that hated him in high school, that he hated too, before he’d saved him. He’d protected this guy from bullies.

He couldn’t stop the broken noise that left his lips even if he had wanted to. He couldn’t stop his feet from moving closer, his hand from reaching out to grip the male’s wrist as he croaked out a low, “Minnie?”

He took another sip, eyes drifting to the frost coated window beside him before returning to his childhood friend and current roommate. A similar cup in his scarred hands, those lighter coloured eyes were occupied with the bustling bodies that passed them by. Aura-watching, no doubt. He remembered Sehun mentioning it once, how he liked to sit among all those auras and just feel them be. The smaller didn’t quite understand it, but he had to admit the concept seemed rather calming. He caught himself wondering from time to time what it would be like to feel someone’s presence so vividly.

But now was not the time. Now was his only opportunity while the other was distracted. Reaching out a premature victorious smile was tugging on his lips before-

“Minzy, that’s your eighth sugar cube. You’re going to get a tooth ache. Remember last time?”

Rolling his eyes he emitted a sigh of defeat and retreated his hand. It wasn’t his fault he suffered from a chronic sweet tooth. But when all hope seemed lost, the treat was dropped in front of him like a prize from a claw machine.

“That’s the last one.”

And there it was. That special gummy smile that only shinned for three things; sugar, space, and a special someone.

With a small splash the cube was dropped in, a gleeful hum escaping Minjae as he stirred it around, completely unaware of the figure approaching them until a hand grabbed hold of his wrist and startled him. Surly it had been a good thing that Sehun had been looking Minjae’s way to grab his tea from spilling.

Blinking up with rather wide eyes, Minjae caught an air of familiarity. Yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Uh, y-yeah?”

Could he say it was him? How would Minjae react? Would he be happy to see Moonbin? Hate him? He’d left, after all. He’d left with no explanation. Just when they’d melted into each other. Just when they’d shared kisses and secrets and everything. How could Minjae not be upset? Moonbin would be.

And so Moonbin choked. He chickened out. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t say who he was, what he was doing here, how he’d seen Minjae everywhere and all it took was the smile he could never truly forget to recognize him. He straightened up and cleared his throat, an awkward undertone to his demeanor. “Ah -- Nothing. I thought you were the mouse. You know? Minnie Mouse? Because you’re so small. Well, now that that’s settled --”

❝ You were so fragile                                                     And you received my punishment instead of me。❞

Kim Taehyung.               Escort.               Sinner.                Murderer.

                      | AU | Singleship | Multiverse | Follow Return |

yoonkook week - day 4: free day

yoonkook week - day 3: on a date

A single hand arose to rub lightly at the tiny head pressed so lovingly against his neck. Kris knew Moonbin didn’t like to speak about his problems, so instead of saying it was nothing – Moonbin said nothing at all. Instead his fingers dragged along the soft fur in an idle motion, shifting back until he could rest against the wall. He repositioned the kitten onto his hands, holding it up to his chest as he kept his lips in a thin line.

     He should’ve expected that, stoic silence that would eventually drive Kris crazy. He knew this is how Moonbin was, it’d been like this all their lives, but it didn’t mean he was okay with it. So Kris moved, he went to go perch on the couch despite not wanting to really move away from both Moonbin and his new fur child. Hands clasped together, settled on distressed jean clad thighs as he eyed his best friend, worry evident in his gaze as he finally let out a billowing sigh and even ventured shaking his head a bit. 

What could he say? He thinks his music teacher wants to fuck him? That because he hasn’t shown an interest in his music teacher, he’d been forced to stay three extra hours and work on dance moves he’d already perfected only to have a hand on his ass through half of it? It’s safe to say he hadn’t had the best day.

Yes, the kitten was wonderful. And he definitely couldn’t wait to have the fury building up inside of him pass so he could give the kitten the love she deserved.

Shaking his head, he walked over to Kris and handed the kitten back to him. “I’m goin’ to go outside and practice. Love the new addition to the family though. I’ll spoil her later.”

Moonbin trailed after him with a little less enthusiasm, his bones aching far too much for him to actually give even half a damn. His teacher had been merciless just hours ago, yelling and screaming and making Moonbin work three hours after everyone left. And just when Moonbin didn’t think it could get any worse, Kris had called and squealed in his ear for ten minutes before telling him to come over then hung up.

Safe to say Moonbin wasn’t in the mood for anything.

“She’s pretty,” he murmured, watching the kitten near expressionless as she practically climbed all over Kris.

     Kris is selfish but he’s selfless. Kris is stupid but he’s smart. Kris is a lot of things whilst being the exact opposite. And yes, he’s very caught up in himself, in the new addition to a family he didn’t even have, but that doesn’t make him NUMB to the world around him, to the feelings that seemed to be radiating off of Moonbin’s form. It took the less than enthusiastic response for the elder to fully accept that there was something wrong and his brow ventured to furrow a little before he moved and gently held Asteria out to Moonbin, to which the kitten wasted no time in climbing onto his shoulder and curling up there, wet nose pressed to the skin of his neck. Yeah, he’d managed to get the most loving kitten in the world.

“Have you finally gone crazy?” He mused, rolling his eyes at the firm warning. He figured Kris either got a new Tokyo Ghoul figurine and decided to name it or he’d gotten a pet. Is Kris even responsible enough for a pet?

“Show me Asteria first, dumbass.”

Moonbin trailed after him with a little less enthusiasm, his bones aching far too much for him to actually give even half a damn. His teacher had been merciless just hours ago, yelling and screaming and making Moonbin work three hours after everyone left. And just when Moonbin didn’t think it could get any worse, Kris had called and squealed in his ear for ten minutes before telling him to come over then hung up.

Safe to say Moonbin wasn’t in the mood for anything.

          “If you step on Asteria while you’re here, I’ll step on YOU.”

“Have you finally gone crazy?” He mused, rolling his eyes at the firm warning. He figured Kris either got a new Tokyo Ghoul figurine and decided to name it or he’d gotten a pet. Is Kris even responsible enough for a pet?