it's our moment!

[ SMS ; YONGIE ] don't call yourself daddy unless you wanna open a can of worms that we can't close, babe [ SMS ; YONGIE ] thirty minutes........ fine 🙄 [ SMS ; YONGIE ] and now you're being greedy?? this is horrible. this is Diabolical [ SMS ; YONGIE ] i guess i can show you, if only so you'll come home faster 😌 [ SMS ; YONGIE ] [ IMG.JPG ] [ SMS ; YONGIE ] you can decide if thirty minutes is still fair after that

[ SMS ; ANGEL ] just teasing, angel (; [ SMS ; ANGEL ] i've seen the edits [ SMS ; ANGEL ] when it comes to you... my greed knows no bounds

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[ SMS ; ANGEL ] make sure to keep the door unlocked [ SMS ; ANGEL ] see you in 10

his eyes are bleary when they blink open. he's not even sure what day it is, how long it's been since he's gotten out of bed. ( jay kim doesn't handle sickness very well. his entire body seemingly shuts down, and for one reason or another, his ability to take care of himself flies directly out the window. and he should've known better than to reach out to hwayoung after she insisted on putting distance between them, but he couldn't help it. the heart wants what it wants. )

which is why, when minsu slips into his apartment, the confusion on jay's face is clear. "wha...," he starts, head tilted in obvious distress. ( a simple check of his phone -- and an insistence on wearing his glasses -- would reveal that his desperate plea of a text at three the morning when to hwayoung's best friend, instead of hwayoung herself. which, in the long run, is better, but... the pieces don't connect in jay's brain just yet. his head is still too cloudy with congestion. ) sighing, he flops back down onto the pillow, pout obvious as he speaks. "she sent you instead of comin' herself, didn't she," he whines, eyes closed as the pounding in his head increases.

the unimpressed look on minsu's face takes over the sympathetic one they would've offered jay if he hadn't mentioned her. the store owner softly sighs as they quietly close the front door shut with a bag of necessities for one sick kim 'jay' juwon, who apparently assumed he had been texting hwa-young this entire time.

perhaps the universe decided to give the other a break for once and made sure he did anything but that.

"yaah... that hurts my feelings, y'know? i'm not her errand boy, i've got a job myself." two jobs, in fact. one which he decided to take a break from to attend to the other— the other which he handed the reins to one of his more responsible employees so he could tend to jay. the first few delirious texts pulled at their heartstrings a little, knowing what was going on between his childhood friend and his friend. it wasn't until he could practically hear jay's cries for hwa through texts of all things that they thought it was time to put the man to bed.

"aish... it's a good thing you've been texting me this whole time. i don't think you'd want to be seen like this, especially after all those things you sent."

brows raise high on his head when he turns, spots do-hyun behind him with what looks like a coat. ( it's.. thinner, that's for sure. it looks more like a flannel. in fact, it looks like his flannel that's been missing for the past few weeks. he decides not to comment on it. ) jay's lips press together to hide his amusement, and with a gentle shake of his head, he reaches out, takes the shirt with a gentle nod. "thank you," he offers. he doesn't want to take the gesture for granted -- though their conversations are few and far between, jay doesn't wish to offend the would be dancer.

shrugging it on over his t-shirt, jay adjusts, notes the way it fits him perfectly. ( because it's his, but he still keeps the information to himself. ) "they've really got the air blasting today, huh," he comments, a hand pointing up towards the ceiling where the cooling system is working overtime. "guess that means i'm not movin' around enough if i'm still cold, hah."

the former reaper grins as the boy accepts his gesture of goodwill ( and none the wiser that he had swiped it from his bag some time ago, ha! ) he thought it was about time he returned it, having styled it a few times with the pretty healer ( the store owner narrowed their eyes at the avian-turned-person when he proudly showed them his findings ).

"yeah, yeah. keep it, kid." he laughs with a nod, seeing jay warm up from the cold winds in the building. really though, it wasn't that hot outside so there was no need to keep the place chilly. "it's not just you freezing their tail off here. was trying to go take a nap on my usual perch up in the ceilings when the vent blasted me off!' no, it didn't. it simply caught him off guard as he squawked off his perch, rolling off the ledge, and hitting the ground with a slight bounce. his left shoulder and hip still ache from the impact— the cost of being able to turn back into this form of his.

although, he could have turned back into a magpie... but the chill blanked his mind before he could react quick enough.

Which came first; the music or the misery?

' it's just what i've heard. '

which is true. most of what he knew of her was heard through third parties. in truth, this was the first time he'd officially met her. but everyone that he'd talked to about her had nothing but nice things to say. his fingers tap lightly against his cheek as he watches her, lips pulling into a small smile.

"curiosity is very healthy for the youth!"

it's something she always encourages trainees who are figuring themselves out whilst fitting into a pre-determined image their companies might shove them into. authenticity wins no matter what— in terms of performance and creating connections with one's fanbase.

curiosity also brings in all sorts of news and rumors they like to investigate.

"something didn't make sense, huh? what else have you heard 'round the block, kiddo?"

if he in his right mind, taeho would be putting on a show to disguise himself for what he is. but right now ? he doesn't have it in him to be worried about it. not when he can sense that this one isn't human. which of course, also means there was nothing they could do to help him.

do-hyun tilts his head, watching the other's struggle on his features. normally he would have left others to their own devices, used to being a passerby as a reaper does which is ingrained in his nature. but...

well, he is a former reaper after all.

"i can help you with that, if you want." he could at least offer that to him. it wasn't as ig he had anything else to do at the moment. the elders of the hunters have become a bit more lax with letting him wander about, with the support of huntr/x and other like-minded hunters. it's been nice.

and it's not like he can guide a soul anymore.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles . a couple of these are considered usfw / nsfw .

🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time.

🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.

😡 Kiss the receiver during a heated argument.

🧱 Pin the receiver against the wall while kissing them.

🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.

😭 Kiss away the receiver's tears from their cheeks.

😴 Wake the receiver up with kisses all over their face.

🔥 Kiss the receiver while snuggled up by a fireplace / campfire.

👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt.

🛏️ Push the receiver onto the bed and pounce them with kisses.

💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.

🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.

😱 Kiss the receiver to shock them out of an anxiety / panic attack.

🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.

🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.).

🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.

😈 Kiss the receiver on / near one of their private parts.

💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release.

💄 Leave lipstick marks on the receiver's face / neck / body.

"okay so, fair warning, my acting experience is little to none unless we're gonna count music videos and advertisements. they technically don't, right?" having to emote for a short scene didn't really seem like acting to her. if anything, her biggest acting role yet might've been how she managed to hide her patterns and act like she just preferred to cover up. not that rumi could tell him anything about that, though. "but i want this cameo to be good, so feel free to tell me if i suck."

whatever minsu is saying goes in one ear and out the other. they're so annoying, so frustrating in the way they don't get riled up at all with whatever matthew spits at them. usually, there's some kind of fight. that's what matthew looks forward to, anticipates, even. but when it doesn't come, he huffs. eyes drop to the make-up wipe, and with a roll of his eyes, he snatches it, brings it to his face to get the lipstick off once and for all. "i don't whine," he states, though his tone says otherwise. as it is, he's huffing, rubbing the red around his face in his lame attempt to get it off. "these things suck, by the way," he scowls. "s'not doin' anything to fix this shit."

they raise a brow as matthew tries to scrub the lipstick off of his face with the wipe. minsu watches for a couple more seconds before taking a firm hold of the other's wrist, keeping him from rubbing his cheek raw beneath the red. "goodness gracious. the more you fight it, the worse it'll be for you." with a shake of their head, they pull him in closer while they take out a little bottle of make-up cleansing oil. "be a good boy and stay still for me, would you." any attempt to pull or step back is shut down when he takes a hold of his chin, turning his head slightly as they gently clean off the lipstick marks on his cheek. they hum quietly as they easily maneuver matthew to turn when needed, the warmth of his breath ghosting over his skin.

" --- what?" she's not sure she understands. sujin's sure the shock is easy to read on her face -- the way her brows crease, the way her eyes widen. the way her lips tug into a scowl. ( not because the idea is awful, necessarily, but... why her? she's not exactly known for being welcoming or kind -- of all the girls in the group, she thinks she has the hardest time connecting with people. her own walls are high enough to keep everyone out. and she likes it that way, she thinks. )

which is why it doesn't make sense. why this seemingly comes out of nowhere. with a tilt of her head, her arms fold across her chest, and her gaze is examining as she studies yusuke's features. just what in the hell was his angle, here? "i don't think you know what you're asking for," she starts, tone a low warning. "and i don't have the time to get into it, so i think it's best if we just --," she pauses, flicks a hand in the air to wave the comment off, " -- move on, okay? it's -- it'll be... fine."

his own eyes widen from what he believed was spoken in his mind, freezing in place as her question comes in sharply. body tense like an animal caught in a trap, yusuke couldn't come up with a single word to answer sujin. ( while he doesn't blame noona and kuya for trying to get him to interact with other people his age, to make more friends and peers beyond his online friends— he wishes that they could at least hypothetically walk him through situations like this. )

... FM would have a field day, the lover boy that man is.

the stare she pins on him leaves him a little breathless, swallowing slowly as he leans away slightly ( to... what, give her a better view? to protect himself? he's not sure. ) when she dismisses the moment, wanting to move past it, something cracks a little in the drummer's chest. he doesn't know what to name it— not yet. "a-ah, yeah. sorry, i just—" you looked so pretty talking about music. he stops before he keeps digging himself into a hole, awkwardly clearing his throat. "i— actually, i'll go... see myself out. th-the others might be looking for me..."