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in bloom . ᵉᶫᶫᶦᵒᵗ|ʲᶦᵐᶦᶰ

@mpxhoseok

     He’d left the apartment finally after several ( three ) outfit changes that would most likely had been double in already high number if he had not ran out of time and deemed it as inconsequential enough matter when it came to something of such an event as a blind date. In the end the demigod had settled for a white dress shirt with a touch of black flowery patterns, black skinny jeans and ankle boots, his aqua aura crystal matching the vibrant hair whilst septum piercing had been changed to a small plain barbell, nails painted a light pink for a rare change. Sure enough Jimin wanted to put that little extra effort but also not overdo it as the most important thing he had learned, not only with dating and meeting new people but with doing everything, at any point in your life to stay true to yourself, be yourself, don’t embellish reality too much. He’d gone easy with make up to be honest, barely added foundation and gently smudged eyeliner.

     Regardless of how experiences have turned out to be in the past he’s taken to following that advice and whilst he had felt extremely nervous about the entire occasion for most of the morning and on his way to the cafe set for location for the date -- date, he had a date wow -- Jimin was gradually calming down, excitement stirring within. It had been awhile he’s last dated, much less gone out with anyone who wasn’t already a friend of his, something which would have been outright peculiar in his case last year. Maybe he’s also been overly wary now, after last relationship ended in heartbreak of own, a cautionary tale for breeding misunderstandings. Add in the rollercoaster of last few months, him moving to Mount Phoenix and settling in, the demigod had jumped on the opportunity to try out something new, reach out of his shell that had almost unknowingly formed and grown only thicker over the past months.

     As for what he was hoping out of this particular venture.. would be left to see. He’d rather not jump into decisions headfirst without scouting what lay ahead, but just as same hope was festering over the possibility of a second date if everything went well with this mystery date.

     Despite worrying about lost time Jimin arrived at the chosen cafe early, a quick, mildly skittish look around the room and a paranoid double check resulting in no sightings of who he was to meet with, no one with a single flower with them or so much as glancing in his direction, beside the cashier. Taking a seat at a vacant table near back of one wall with direct view to the door, the demigod shed his coat and scarf, draping both across his chair before sitting down and withholding from ordering until his date had arrived, gently twiddling with the flower in own grasp as he attempted to trample down resurfacing nervousness.

      Time seemed to slow down in await, as if seconds ticked past in snail’s pace yet after only minutes when the winter pink on cheeks had dissipated the cafe’s door chimed a new arrival and gaze snapped up from daydreaming, quite immediately drawing realisation the person standing next to the door with a flower was who he was here to.. acquaintance himself with. Eyes met with the searching gaze and he straightened up, hand holding own flower lifting up for a wave and the male nearly smacked own face with it. Great. Not the worst first impression in his repertoire but come on. Fighting down the embarrassment -- barely with neck flushing hot, Jimin offered a charmingly sweet smile in greeting as he tried not to stare too hard at the approaching male. He assumed. Really the demigod wasn’t the kind to care about looks even if he certainly appreciated many of pretty faces around here, in silence mind you, sometimes starstruck, but he wasn’t going to pretend the thought of having lucked out didn’t fly past. Okay so maybe Jimin was a little vain sometimes sue him!

     “Hi. I um..” Words. Probably should look for them somewhere within the recess of own conscious than his date’s eyes but who knows, he’s found answers in people’s expressions and meaningful gazes before.

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( ✉ → outgoing: chimchim~｡*:･ﾟ ) :OOOO ( ✉ → outgoing: chimchim~｡*:･ﾟ ) i gotchu ( ✉ → outgoing: chimchim~｡*:･ﾟ ) what type of flower emergency?

[ sms: Wheein (◕ᴗ◕✿) ] |  Ok so. I have a blind date yeah and    I need single flower but I dunno if a    red rose would be too forward or..    basic? And I don’t want to give any    wrong impressions either or come on    too strong it’s just a date you know

|  I just thought.. maybe you might    have some suggestions? ^^;

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lil dumpling

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daniel johns covering smells like teen spirit~ actually my favourite 

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awaiting replies from

namjoon

airmid + hoshi ( tea cups )

ren ( meme thread )

mingyu ( meme thread )

callisto ( doorbell )

youngjae

wonshik ( big city nights )

hyungwon

wheein

daniel

airmid ( porcelain heart )

jungkook ( cotton candy )

irene

owing replies to

wheein ( build me up buttercup )– how late is this… god…

callisto ( one of us ) >___>, ( haunted cake )

jennie

taemin

krystal 

jungkook ( visiting jimin )

wonshik ( inoppertune )

jeonghan

starters : wukong, chang’e ( yes i’m doing it ouo ), yoongi

plotting with

everyone

if we aren’t, what are we doin???

plot page here nudgenudge

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letters from the sky . ᶦʳᵉᶰᵉ|ʲᶦᵐᶦᶰ

@mpirene

     It was next to unheard of for him the lose or displace any of own belongings, methodical to a fault and needing to have everything from computer files to socks inside drawer in relative order to feel at true ease, but sometimes came a time even the demigod made mistakes and apparently yesterday one such had occurred. Honestly it was not the first for this week already, but Jimin was excused for many reasons, it wasn’t the end of the world either but now sitting in class he couldn’t stop thinking about the damn piece of paper most likely snug in between pages of any of the few science books he’d flipped through the previous afternoon with almost aggressive vigour. Mostly out of necessity, stress spiking up for all the missed material, but he would figure it out. Had mostly.

     At least he could thank luck for the paper not being a required piece for any of today’s class, mainly just scribbles taken from source material and own ponderings, but those were the most important ones as he couldn’t always cling to observations borne out of own depictions on the spot, thoughts fleeting and ever changing course. It was irksome, no one to blame but himself, and now he could only hope none of the librarians had noticed his probably nondescript musings among one of their beloved books and decided to throw it into the trash.

     He couldn’t even drop by the library during lunch because Jimin had already scheduled another visit with a teacher and he’d rather not risk being late to classes either, or go around running like a madman in the first place, so until last lesson for the day was finished there was nothing else to do but wait. And wait. This wouldn’t probably be as upsetting if he wasn’t already feeling high strung, raw from the emotional roller coaster of the entire last month in all honesty and like his mind wanted focus to dash into every which direction. Which showed he was ready to take on whatever was thrown at him now but a little too readily, unable to filter it with a pace that he was used to with the consistent reminder nagging on the back of head that he had to get on top of everything now, not later.

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Jungkook takes orders at the cash register as usual. He gives his usual spiel that he tells every customer. “Your drink will be ready in a bit.” Many people seem to be ordering the Valentines Day themed drinks. Well, any coffee tastes amazing with white chocolate. Also, the heart-shaped sugar cookies in cute packages seem to be a good idea. Customers are eating it all up, literally. The cafe is also adorably decorated for the holiday of St. Valentine. The walls are adorned with pink and purple ribbons and hearts. It’s not in bad taste, though. 

Jungkook’s lips curl into a smile when he sees a familiar face. “Hyung!” The first thing the younger male notices is the mop of blue hair on Jimin’s head. “Your hair! It’s blue!” He sounds like a little kid. The light blue hair reminds him of cotton candy. He teases, “Are you dressing up as cotton candy?” Blue hair or not, he’s glad to see Jimin. It feels like forever since he’s seen the older male. “Are you still working at that tea place? Miach, right?”

He doesn’t want to look like he’s slacking off, so he asks, “Anyways, what do you want to drink? You’re not much of a coffee person though…” He has always seen Jimin drink tea. “Unless you want a dessert?” He chuckles.    

     “Yep!”  He laughed softly in response to the welcome enthusiasm, eyes in vain trying to catch sight of the pointed out flock of hair as he patted own head to confirm it indeed was blue and not a hat trick -- hah -- flicking few stray hairs back in place.  “Cotton candy? Noo it’s way past Halloween you doof.”  The male managed to sound almost offended, but as much as it was fake it was clear he found the comment amusing, only to try for suspicion with tone lowering and Jimin leaning closer with a joking accusation slipping off tongue,  “If you’re planning on having a taste stay on that side of the counter, I will make a run for it.”  Did Jungkook even like cotton candy? Probably, if his reaction was to base any assumption on. Not that he in actuality expected the male to jump over and start gnawing on his hair.

     “Ah, yeah I am.”  How quick his mood shifted would have given anyone else a whiplash, smile dropping into a mere shadow of the merry one shown only a moment ago, but he didn’t let it stop him, or try to play it off either. Easier to go with half a truth.  “Had to take a few weeks off because I fell sick and since I wasn’t around during Christmas the time I did get to work last month kind of.. was cut extremely short, sadly. Did you.. stop by?” 

     Right, another reason he’s stepped foot into this place now.  “Not really no.. If you can make me a soy chai tea latte that’d be lovely though. And no--”Hands waved in front of him before the younger got any more bright ideas, ideas he’d possibly wish to pursue because rare were the occurrences he ever denied cake, but that was also why he definitely needed to do exactly the opposite. “I uh, no desserts. I’m on a ban. Or something. Diet I guess cause not surprisingly I gained weight during those.. weeks..”Worst of all it all went straight to his face and stomach, and due him already having slacked off regarding any kind of exercise over the past few months really, it was starting to show. To him at least. Hands dropped to rest on the counter an imploring however brief smile was flashed at Jungkook, slowly relaxing, “So how have you been Jungkook-ah? Imagine it’s busy with the season-- this place looks like a love cave even.”And he said this with the utmost adoration even with a near satirical grin forming on lips as glance around the cafe was taken, honestly, it was adorable, but also hilariously tacky. Right up his alley as such.

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@danielxmp

     Deviating from his usual choice of locations to indulge in a healthy cup of tea which honestly had dwindled down to either Black Forest Cafe where more often than not it was accompanied by a delicious slice of cake, or The Flower Mill simply and only because Jungkook was there, Jimin had found himself in a small and cosy establishment in the Bohemian district this windy day. His go to place used to be Miach before the male began working there, and whilst he absolutely abused all employee rights to their products to the maximum without a lick of shame and treasured near every minute spent there, a change was in place. New experiences, checking out options, whatever you want to label it as.

     Which then he blames own foolishness for even deciding to enter a new cafe altogether when it quickly became clear all tables were occupied, and he’d already ordered, cup of steaming jasmine green tea in hand. Well. Dammit. He’d have to bother someone then, and hope for the best. Quick scan of the room and he was on the move because standing around looking like an idiot would only bring more attention to him, Jimin approached a more or less relaxed looking guy around his age from the looks of it, would have found humorous the fact they both had glasses perched atop nose -- though his had no lenses, a mere accessory -- if he wasn’t too busy beating down imageries of what’s the worst thing that could happen? Many things, he could trip right now and send all that precious tea on the male’s lap and regret ever stepping foot in this town. Unconsciously his grip on the cup tightened just tad.  “Hi? Sorry I don’t want to intrude or, um, anything but all the tables are taken and I have no place to sit.. Would you mind if I took a seat here?”  Words came out quiet and tone took a slightly pleading quality as he glanced around as if to back his statement, not all tables were entirely occupied actually but too late to correct that now, apologetic smile was offered then as he stared down at the other with a sparkle of hope and steadily felt far too hot under the turtleneck collar than he had any right to be. Terribly awkward.

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porcelain heart . ᵃᶦʳᵐᶦᵈ|ʲᶦᵐᶦᶰ

@airmidxmp

     Monday has since passed and the male had gotten back into the rhythm of regular schedule juggled between school and work, freetime cut extremely short with having to catch up on a fair handful of matters other as well, but Jimin did not mind being kept busy, made it easier in his position, diving straight into the action which allowed for his thoughts to wander less.

     There had been one rather small but important aspect of his return to reality’s lull of repetition which brought comfort in small amount now that had yet to be dealt with, and that was facing Airmid. The goddess had been busy all week though he was not aware with what business, and so far they had not seen beside brief moments in passing as he and rest of the employee’s tended the atelier in her absence. He did wonder though.. if it had anything to do with the recent rumours-- not even, whispers passed from numerous mouths carrying truth caught by his ears as well.

     That wasn’t on the forefront of his mind however as the demigod had entered the small store and exchanged to work clothes before approaching Airmid’s side, heart hammering in small nervous bursts. Jimin felt as if he had let her down, but knew he couldn’t afford to think in such a way either so it left him in a stage of uncertainty, itching for any task available to divert focus fully on work. This worked for a while, but then the last customers of the hour trickled out, the male graciously offering to take care of the new dishes and what few had been left to soak previously and disappeared to the back to do just so, the goddess following after him not much later, presumable once the woman had finished cleaning the tables.

     Sensing her approach more than hearing nearing footsteps over the slosh of water he glanced up at the woman, not tensed in posture but feeling a mild apprehension swirling in stomach, still automatic smile was flashed,  “I got this, there’s a few more plates and some spoons left and I should be done. Just need to dry them.”

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ode to sleep . ʰʸᵘᶰᵍʷᵒᶰ|ʲᶦᵐᶦᶰ

@mpxyeong

     The week had passed quickly in the end, not with any formidable ease and he was without doubt feeling exhaustion bearing down due such a tight knit schedule, but everything had gone without much of an actual hassle and he’d done fair good enough job catching up with studies that what had been left for Sunday was not such an amount of work that would leave him overwhelmed. Or unable to catch up on sleep, in turn. Regardless this he had taken the English textbook to work and eyed homework from time to time and filled in what he could manage when customers were tended to and nothing else needed his immediate attention. It was the easiest of subjects too, not much intensive thought and pondering or problem solving was required.

     Having gotten to a good start and with the quietness of soft background noise lulling him into a static focus, sudden jingle of the bell signalling front door of the store opening and a potential customer incoming, Jimin jolted upright and hastily pushed the textbook to the side before fully turning to the newcomer with a genial, polite smile.  “Hello, welcome to Miach!”  Cheery as greeting had been, voice was kept low enough so not to disturb the two customers seated at tables on the other side of the room. As a belated chill from outside carried to his side Jimin was glad to have decided on wearing long sleeved shirts under the apron for the remaining of winter, not really needed most of the time as it was rather warm inside the atelier, but comfortable nonetheless, and he already dreaded stepping outside for the walk home later in the evening. Now, his attention was fully on the person looking slightly lost or somewhere along that realm and the male wondered if this was his first time in, patiently waiting to see if it would seem help was needed, or the attractive customer came to ask for it. He would of been ashamed to had momentarily paid more notice to someone’s looks in this situation than else, but honestly this had become a regular occurrence here, near everyone was... ridiculously good looking. How unfair. To his poor heart.

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     “What, I’m serious!”  Smile given in response carried mild sheepishness, not entirely joking either though he hadn’t meant for the request to come out quite so direct, but Wheein did not seem to mind in the least and if anything the girl radiated good-natured eagerness as she beckoned the demigod over and he happily complied, lowering himself onto the grass next to her. It felt great to spent time outside again, warming rays of sun allowing for them to linger in the presence of nature again. Brought a reminiscing ease to his person, murky visions clearing of spring days spent running through fields with his sister and exploring in the woods beyond with a never ending supply of eager curiousness, appreciation for the beauty of Mother Earth.  “They’re pretty. and I’ve never done one myself so.. yeah, you could show me how to?”

     He watched her nimble fingers pluck fresh daisies and perfectly twine them together one after another with attentive focus, chatter flowing freely and comfortably though aimless. Jimin enjoyed her company certainly, and had been glad to accompany the demigod to the park on such a perfect day fit for outside activity, would had gone for a walk himself later even. When she’s done the male accepted the beautifully crafted flower crown and carefully took it to own hands, beholden.  “It’s beautiful, thank you. You’re honestly amazing with this.”  Planting the daisy chain atop his dyed locks Jimin adjusted it hoping it would not go flying as he moved around, small grin turned to the girl as a faint aroma of sunny green enchanted him, “So what do you think? I believe it’d look prettier on you though.”  Cue a soft giggle, and an idea forming.  “Oh, I’m gonna make you one!”  Terrible idea. But he was determined now to return the favour and give it a try.

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jimin x spring day

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(( yoo figured this needs some balancing cause I have all these longer para threads and sometimes no motivation to get to them straight away so if ya want a random short starter like this post and imma throw something at you to get this ball rolling .u. ))

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demiboy moodboard with flowers and crystals for @yuri-chan2016

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“You should never bottle up your emotions,” I say, kicking seventeen Emotion Bottles™ under the carpet.