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For the most part, TJ had kept away from Kevin, not interested in dealing with his alien bullshit. They went their separate ways on patrol and a bit later in the night, TJ ran to Kevin in a hurry.
"KEVIN," he yelled, "you need to get your eyes on this." He gently grabbed Kevin's arm and dragged him close to one of the carnival stall games. "Shh, be quiet, man, or it's gonna hear us," he said as they approached further. "You see it?" He pointed to the blow-up alien, and while it might seem like TJ was messing with him, his face read that he was deadly serious. "I'm telling you, dude, that thing moved."
"DUDE!!!" A gust of wind seemed to make the blow-up alien move in the wind and TJ jumped. "You saw it too, right? DUDE. DUDEEEEEEE. I don't wanna get probed, man."
Maybe it seemed like TJ was drunk, or maybe he was the crackhead that he kept telling Kevin not to be, but that couldn't be. He was not drunk or high while on duty, right?
@ofwindydays (kevin)
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"Supernatural that torture humans with their mind control, and whatever else is pretty damn malevolent." TJ would personally add Klaus to the malevolent beings list if he could, along with that entire fucking family of self-righteous assholes. "The OEA has a point, some of those fuckers can't be left to roam free across the world. Not saying all supernatural is bad, but, they think the OEA is the fucking problem? It's themselves." Just thinking about it irritated him beyond belief. There was no peace. They deserved what was given to them.
"So, what? Were you in rehab for a year?" TJ assumed given Kevin's extended absence and what he was smoking. "Jeju? It better not be a Dokkaebi."
"So like intionally killing to get your goals. I can see that. That is malevolent. But what about torture?" Kevin asked twirling the joint. Kevin's ailment was not with the oea. "I hope I don't gotta step in for the man. Fuck the man." Kevin said despite the fact that Kevin is technically part of the man.
"I hadn't in a year hyung. Let me vibe." Kevin said. He paused as dropped it on the ground and wheelchaired over it. "Oh I got something for you!" Kevin said as he reached for a satchel. "I got it in Jeju."
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open to: anyone ↳ plot: based on this plot
Kevin was laying there with his eyes closed just relaxing after a long day at work with his favorite person, he felt their finger moving across his back like they usually do, it made him smile he wasn’t sure if the other knew that since the first time they did it, but today he felt like being a bit cheeky, he wasn’t sure if it due to how much he had been working making him bold but today he decided to respond. “You know I know what you’re trying to say when you do that right?” he opened his eyes smiling sweetly at them before resting his forehead against their’s “Hope this doesn’t freak you out too much but I love you too you know.”
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"Hwang?" Yeon tilted his head slightly, the name stirring faint memories. They were always the weakest of foxes. The Hwangs had never been a threat. Their downfall? Entirely self-inflicted, a testament to their lack of vision and even less spine. "I suppose when you roll in the mud with lesser beings, you can’t complain when you start smelling like them."
There was no pity in his gaze, only tough love. "Help doesn’t come to those who can’t help themselves." Yeon wasn’t about to waste his energy lifting someone so feeble, not unless they proved they could fight for themselves.
"You're only half the fox I am," he continued, as if addressing a child struggling with their first steps. "But hey, you're still a fox, which means maybe, just maybe, if you dig deep enough, you’ll find your spine and stand again." He had little doubt, though, Yeon had likely buried that spine along with the rest of the Hwang foxes a long time ago.
Kevin groaned slightly in pain. That poking hurt a bit. "Dang don't press too hard." Kevin muttered. Kevin heard the words as he adjusted himself. "Choi....." Kevin said. "Oh you TJ and Nov???" Kevin sat up. "Nah I'm not sir grouchy. I'm Hwang....Kiha." Kevin said.
Kevin looked at the guy trying to see his features. He didn't see this guy but it felt like he was suppose to revere this guy. But there was something weird. "Anyway Nova never protected me, heck she does the bare minimum." Kevin scratched his head. "And I'm not a fox. And she isn't a shrimp maiden. Unfortunately we're both homo sapiens." Kevin said.
He let out another groan. "Can't you call someone to help, I lied this was not my smartest idea." Kevin looked up hoping this guy would help.
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CLOSED STARTER
Plot: Your muse put out an ad for a personal assistant. Key answers, they have an interview. Relationship: Strangers @kevinwooxanon
It was hot outside.
Key was dressed as casually as he dared to be for an interview, his nicest jeans, matching socks, a shirt you couldn’t see through. He even managed to find a formal jacket and a belt this time.
He knew he wasn’t going to get this job. He had no documentation of skill other than a typing test he took online and how he sounded on the phone so the anxiety rose up quickly. It gathered at the back of his throat and burned like when one gets on a roller coaster and becomes slightly sick.
He stood when Kevin appeared and smiled nervously, hands clasped together in front of him. The other man looked well put together, confident in his looks and with his life trajectory. Key envied him for a moment.
“How are you today, Mr. Woo?” he asked in what he hoped passed for a self assured voice.
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someone names mac sent me this, and i dont know who he is, but if this is what i think it is, i am a little grossed out and demand an answer, i think @notweaseltown and i deserve that.
#i knew they were like dirty dancing friends#but what the hell#how does this exist#jesus christ#c:kevin#starter
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HELLO MY LOVELY BALL PLAYERS!
Kevin is in the shower so I took over his phone and thought I would say hi. I am Devin. Kisses to my sexy boys, Johnny and Kevin~
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"The entire world is fucked, not just your legs. You're alive, man, you're still human. Most people in this city don't get those odds, but if you wanna keep fucking complaining, then get off your ass and actually do something. Go get a vampire to heal you or ask a witch for their healing paste. I can give you directions to one guy, but that shit burns like hell. Maybe he has some magic spells or something." TJ shrugged as he offered a varied of options, a second opinion, and maybe none of those methods were medically approved. He was sure there was a way out for Kevin if he really wanted it.
Rolling his eyes as Kevin decided to plug in his earbuds. "Go on and ignore me, but you know I'm right." Was he? Was he, really? He tried at least. That was good enough. "Yeah, we're done, dude. Figure out your shit, find those aliens or whatever it is, but just stop with this crackhead bullshit."
There was an angry retort but Kevin found himself biting it back. Maybe he was told a few times that he seemed out there and on drugs.
"Fine I'm crackhead. Now what stop taking all the medications and just suffer in pain. Is that what my fucking life suppose to be for now on?" He questioned. Kevin said letting the worst tendencies take over. "Ungyeo might not but something did and it ruined my life." He said as he manuevered his legs revealing the scars and stiches "I'm never getting better TJ. Lets face it" The bitterness stuck in his words.
"Whatever, man." Kevin said with a retort. Not exactly sure what he can believe. "You mean Ticketmaster.com. To help people with their tickets and thats it." Kevin said with a sneer. "I'm not a useful asset I get it." Kevin said as he plugged in his earbuds, trying to hide the tears streaming down his face.
"Are we done now?"Hoping there wasn't anything TJ can say to tear him down more. He was right but Kevin was already dealing with too much.
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Kevin couldn’t help but laugh he looked at the other as he laughed “Man I shouldn’t laugh, because it got me in trouble, but I bought a bunch of those tiny mini ducks and hid them all over the fire station, and there were so many I’ve never seen Jiwoo’s face so mad when she kept finding them, and mid her yelling at me, because of course she knew it was me who did it, one fell off the fan and wacked her in the head and she picked it up and chucked it at me, and I had to hold back my laughter like it was so perfectly timed.”
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"Thanks. Sanghae." TJ ended the call with Nova and turned a glare on Kevin. He already knew Kevin was lying; he hadn’t needed Nova to confirm it. But Nova’s words said everything TJ needed to hear. "Think again if you’re planning to use Nova as a scapegoat."
It couldn’t get any worse—but then Kevin had to go and Google things. "Jabcho Meoli?" TJ repeated, trying to make sense of the words. "What fuck are you saying? If you literally had weeds for hair, that would make sense, you moron." With an annoyed sigh, he continued, "Daemacho-jaengi. That’s pothead, but that’s not what I called you. I called you a yak-jaengi. A druggie."
He supposed Kevin deserved a few points for technically getting one thing right, the uniform. "It's our uniform, dumbass."
"Dude...." Kevin remarked. "So uncool." He whined as he saw his blunt get crushed. There was a groan. "It is weed Taejin." Kevin paused as he took out his phone. "Google what is weed in Korean." Kevin read it. "Jabcho.(weed)" He said his Korean and Canadian accents clashing like peanut butter and sardines. "Have you ever heard of a-" Kevin paused, very clear he hadnt spoken Korean in a while. "Jabcho Meoli. (weed head)" Kevin said trying to reason with him.
"No no no don't-" Kevin said before he heard the voice reply. "Nani (what)" Nova's voice rang in surprise. "I told him he can in moderation like one if he's under supervision" Kevin muttered and oh shit under his breath. "He shouldn't be smoking now. Kiha Hwang don't think I won't tell Dr. Grant on Monday!" Nova took a deep breath from the phone. "Gomen beibi (sorry babe). But no he shouldn't."
It was silent for a moment before Kevin said.
"So how about this party pretty lit huh." Kevin said forcing a laugh."I like your costume it looks just like our uniform."
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Kevin gets an unexpected visitor.
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throwback to when kevin started randomly making out with some girl during a song at a kareoke bar.
#no one was expecting it#and it was very extremely random of him#he's just that good of a singer#kevin the best kisser of all time#c:kevin#starter
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Everyone but my grumpy man

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[Text] Sounds like a plan. And please -- I'm not ready to see my son become a man just yet. Let's enjoy his little self while it lasts~
TXT ; But he will be nothing less than an absolute gentleman when he grows to be our age now! TXT ; We have no fear in that.
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Talk about us (from Kevin)
What they define their relationship with your muse as:
Friends. He’s an enjoyable person for Cal to be around, not boring like most people.
Something they like about your muse:
He can be funny with a completely straight face. Can keep up with her thoughts without struggling.
Something they dislike about your muse:
Drama queen.
Their first impression of your muse:
Stoic son of a bitch that she would be damned if she didn’t bring some fun out of him.
Their impression of your muse now:
Stoic son of a bitch that she certainly can bring some fun out of.
How they feel about your muse:
She thinks he has some potential to cause some havoc if he got out of his head and started living life a little more. Trying to casually push him towards that.
Something they are hiding from your muse:
Nothing, Cal doesn’t have secrets.
Something they wish they could to tell your muse
Anything she wants to say she will, not much holding her back
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