indefinite hiatus

When the pretty thing begins to turn around, Jaejoon lets him go ahead. Besides, such a pretty face it would be a waste not to enjoy it at least for a little while! The blade slightly tips to the right in a diagonal, till the bright-haired merman faces him and it goes back now no more than a centimeter away from his throat. Jaejoons dark brown eyes, deeper than chocolate, were set on his face with a hint of interest but he left little to read off of his features. Oh, he stutters in the face of danger. How like merpeople. Never facing actual threat, steering clear of trouble under the guise of keeping peace. He’s not exactly interested in the story, especially as it rambles on. Instead he is just looking at that face. He wonders how long it would take to corrupt a merman. 

His thoughts are interrupted though, and a chilling grin pulls on Jaejoons face which is followed by a chuckle and a shake of his head. “It’s possible, but I won’t. You look cute the way your eyes turn big in front of danger. I bet you never tasted blood... Human blood? The humans have a saying about deer, and you look exactly like one now.” Now he is spinning his own tales, curious to hear how he would reply, how a merman would reply. Would they have ever seen human blood? God, he bets he has never seen a deer in his life. They never come out of the water, the idiots. No shit he can’t find whatever the hell he is looking for or whatever. 

Shuhua knew there was still a while before they’d reach land, and the crew was being accomodating of her... Everything considered. She had never meant to impose on them, but she also had very little to offer to them so... She put her best in the work given to her. Turns out she was decently helpful when it came to cooking. Not much for flavoring but simple things like cutting and fetching ingredients. She also helped whenever anything had to be moved, whatever they asked her to do she didn’t (nor could verbally) complain. 

When Sung-ho had recovered she was very glad. He seemed to be fully back up to health again and she felt so relieved. It’s likely she had brought in whatever had gotten to him. When they worked together a little that afternoon she listened to him but... Didn’t give any sense of that she wanted him to take over her share of work. If anything she think she’d feel a little upset and like she was trying to get out repaying them. Watching him tie knots though... She thinks that’s maybe something she can learn. And so she reaches forward to tap on his shoulder. Once he gives her his palm he writes the simple words. “Teach me knots”. And then her big eyes set on his, hoping he’d say yes.

One of Jianjie’s brows raises and next up they furrow, listening to the confession made by his dearest friend. Even if death had parted them for a long time, him being the lucky one in a sense for having not been on this earth to miss He Lian like he must’ve had to miss him, he still feels extremely close to him. Like nothing had happened, like... He hadn’t died. What furrowed his brows wasn’t this thought though, but the story he was told. Although short it’s all he needs to hear to be upset with those gods. That’s it then, he’d forgo the existing gods and only accept He Lian as one. And his face cleared again. 

Jianjie reached forward and grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring himself another glass. But instead of picking that up, he then thrusted the bottle forward. His eyes at once set on his friend with that easy smile he had always wore. Well, before his brother had passed but anytime he had been with He Lian. “They should know that we will never betray each other. Together! Cheers!” He heaved up the bottle in a gesture before he happily took a big sip from it. “Aaah. Delicious.” He didn’t linger on the emotional side of things, but there had not been a single moment of doubt for Jianjie. He was going to go through this life with He Lian again as much as possible. His brother wasn’t here anymore, and many years had passed... But he still wished to make up for his mistakes and regrets. He doesn’t remember it all, but knowing he died before their goals were met was all he needed to know. He looks at the bottle in his hand for a second as he thinks about his borther, but then puts it down. “You’ll have to stick it out with me again, He Lian. I won’t let you go so easily this time around.” And just like that, his grin is back.

Subin shoots a light glare towards Woojin at the mention of him being ‘ass up’. Not something he was totally unfamilliar with but he should act the part that he is, after all that is the Subin Woojin knows and should continue to know. He sighs and shakes his head. “Why does that almost sound worse... Fine, but I don’t know what you want me to do. I’m barely able to save myself.” He says matter of factly, and now brushes past the other male to head outside and the direction they had come from before. 

Woojin is quick to catch up but gives few answers, as he expected. Woojin also played his cards close to his chest, he knew this world and how it worked. And he wasn’t that easy to fool. He shakes his head at the question that was returned, and in the same way decided not to answer it much like Woojin had with his question. When they come back to the club he follows up the stairs, but when Woojin stops he loosk around and instead goes into the toilets. The whole point of the shopping trip was to sprouse Subin up a little for this, so he changes into the new set of clothes, tags ripped off by hand. When he comes back out he acts the part of looking equally ready to bite the bullet and face it as well as nervous. He gives Woojin a look, his glases still on his nose for the fact he’d probably would do good being able to see (per the act), and then gulps as he faces what he thinks must be the office he is supposed to go in. “Uhm... Is it weird if i just show up and walk into his office?” He asks, as if he is stalling.

Jongsuks gaze is on his feet as he slips out of his shoes, the whole of his demeanor still as casual as ever. Like it had been the whole time even sicne that moment they kissed inside the club. His eyes do come up though, lopsided hint of a smile on his lips, at that little comment. “Why would I lie?” He simply answered. Though, there were plenty things he did lie about. He steps forward towards Youngsoo, past the shelf of semi-organised books varying from some literature to art to acting related books. From his time in university. He is definitely not paying any of it any mind, because Jongsuk is clearly only focused on the other man in his studio.

Briefly, the tall man is halted. When his hand is taken and to his genuine surprise his fingers are kissed. One by one, each of them. Not something he can say he has actually experienced as such before, definitely not before much of anything else happened. He watched it for a second but it isn’t long before his head tilts a little and his gaze sets back on Youngsoo instead. “If this is you warming up my hands, I’ll be sure to show you I’m thankful for it.” Jongsuk says. His fingers then shift and interlock with the Youngsoo’s, getting a hold on his hand while he steps in towards him. “Where were we...? Right.” He grins and leans forward, down to dip towards those lips again. But he teases... Kisses to the corners and bottome and upper tier of his lips, soft little sucks, till his grin is obvious in them. He did like to play around after all. “I don’t think you’ll need this...” His tone sounds out, lower than before, as his free hand is pushing off the male his jacket. Letting it drop before he is walking him backwards towards his bed. 

With Ed picking the red one, Yeri immediately reaches for the white and plops it onto her head with a grin. She had expected him to pick the red and was perfectly happy with white. “That makes me the soul and you the mate-” She says before bursting in to a giggle, after she very much slurred the mate in some kind of Australian or British accent? Something like it. “No, but you’re the mate-” She jokes once more before hugging onto his arm. She leaned up to peck those pursed lips. “And my prince~ Happy, honey?”

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"Oh my god babyyyy~" Yeri cooes when she sees the flowers and of course the chocolates!! Which might very much be her favorite on valentines... Well, apart from one things of course. That being her boyfriend, Ed. She smiles wide as she takes them happily and cutely stomps in place a few times because she was so happy with the gifts. "You didn't have to!" She says, but to be honest she doesn't really mean it because this overjoyed her so much and she had very much hoped for something like this. "Thank you my prince, and don't worry... You're cute when you don't know what to say!" She teases, but leans in to press a big smooch to his cheek. And then a peck to his lips. "My prince."