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for : won jihoon ( @wilds1de )
location : minkyu & jihoon's apartment, late morning
it's almost more disorienting to wake up without a hangover in this situation. to see and know exactly where things went, to know when a few drinks and comfort turned into something more. his clothes are on a floor they've never laid before, littered around and—oh my god, his room is a mess ? a mute point, maybe something easier to digest than the fact that he was laying naked in won jihoon's bed, next to won jihoon, wrapped in won jihoon's arms. it was so insane that minkyu was full - naming him in his mind. it's less surprising as it all feels sudden. something about his roommate's dejected demeanor walking into their apartment last night, a few questions never really answered, a few empty glasses scattered on the living room coffee table. was he being selfish ? maybe he hadn't been the one to lean in, but it was no secret where minkyu's own affections lied. and he'd take and take what he was given, even when he knew he shouldn't. he finally peers up at jihoon who has seemingly begun to stir. minkyu is a big guy, but somehow he feels a little bit small right now, and his big puppy dog eyes might as well be the first thing his roommate wakes up to. " ... hey, dude. " easy flowing words, easy as the way he'd been staring. he wasn't sure if he wanted to act like he wasn't anyway. " didn't peg you for a cuddler. it's nice, probably would be nicer if the a/c wasn't half broken. "
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a night where her hands aren't grease stained and as of recent, waxing poetic about where things were beginning to go wrong. a few concerning looks don't bother her until soldering iron is released from her grip, less of a concerned look and a narrow warning from tigress herself. she'll run herself mad if she doesn't get some fresh air. too bad the air of 12welve is harshly fresh, though it is good for subsiding her mind from reality. nat's only just made her way towards the bar, heavy realization that naila is far more ahead of it than she is, two glaringly bright drinks in the hands of the younger. " i'm letting loose, can't you see ? " she teases. a skin tight dress and perfected smoky makeup may give her the look, but anyone with a pair of eyes can see her head is still back at wheels. " okay, but if we get in trouble, i'm putting the blame on you. " unlikely, considering she would be unable to throw the younger to the wolves nearly so easily. wasn't as if the both of them didn't have money to pay for their own drinks anyway. but it was fun to pretend, something like telling herself she could still be young and free. as if there wasn't some heavy weight on her shoulders and garage to lose herself in all over again. " what do you have anyway ? they're both very ... red. "
location: 12welve. time: 2:17am. with: anyone !
clad in a mini skirt that barely leaves something for the imagination, naila squeezes through the still dancing and sweaty bodies of those occupying her favorite spot. to her, 12welve was something of a neutral ground— a place to let loose and have fun. that's exactly what naila was looking for tonight as she holds two drinks in her hands, a rum punch in her right and a watermelon margarita in the left. what ? she couldn't pick ! and besides, it's not her card picking up the tab. " hey, what are you doing here ? " naila's voice rings out over whatever top forty hit is placing from the speakers. " listen, i'm just here for good time, not a long time and maybe to go home with someone who's name i don't care to remember. want one for yourself ? " naila waves her drinks for the other to see, grinning. " they're on whoever left their card behind. i'm sure they won't notice the charges. "
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" sure, i don't they'll mind if i take a quick pause to text you, right ? " she teases, a hint of a smile crossing over her features. maybe it worked out in the end, eliana liked the drama and mirae's mere presence seemed to invite it. " from what i heard, i wasn't even the star of it. something about rome slicing up julian, that fuckin' psycho. " she should be careful, after all, he'd just been another heated conversation to her during that night. maybe she was next for glass to the face. " wish i could tell you. we ended up getting pulled apart before a winner was declared. i'll say i won though, she could barely get a hit onto my face, " mirae rolled her eyes, recounting the bull - like head punt and the punch to the stomach. sloane didn't fight dirty like her, it was a shame it hadn't changed her own strategy. her knuckles were only barely recovered, walking out of the rodani territory's garage with fists that had been blistering from the night the moment again. she doesn't even want to be begin to think about the rest of it. " i hope his pride is shot at the very least. remind me to take off my acrylics before punching someone next time, since you'll be my cheerleader and all."
"you do that. just a quick 'hey, i'm getting into a fight at x location' and i'll come running." nothing like some drama or a scene to get eliana moving. while she would never be one to engage in a physical altercation, watching them was more than fun. with how boring things got more often than not, watching drama unfold was what she needed, like her own personal teen tv show. "oh, yeah, it's been the talk of everyone for the past few days. made some of these fights look greater than they actually were the more i knew. did you win against sloane, at least?" because isn't that what matters, at the end of the day? she scrunches her nose at the sight of the missing nail. she can't imagine how heartbreaking (or painful) this must be. "not a missing nail. at least i hope it hurt darius too, just so losing a nail wasn't in vain." he's a man, he'll get over it!
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mirae rolls her eyes, in jest more than anything else. chrissy is a sweet, nice, simple girl. too bad she's handed the wrong person an invitation and expected something more. mirae is after all neither sweet, nice, nor simple. instead she focuses on herself, shoes worn for the first time since valentine's day, a pair that was far too expensive to let go to waste. " they've seen too much, i should really take pity on them, " she mumbles half - heartedly, brows furrowing before grabbing her purse. " alright, then. let's go. ready to be my passenger princess ? " no way in hell she's letting chrissy in the driver's seat.
★ ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ “ mmm . . . you're no fun, ” chrissy said, sighing dramatically. would she keel over and die without receiving compliments from one person ? probably not. she was just a little dramatic. she glanced down at the shoes in reference, nose scrunching slightly before she looked back at mirae. “ those are really unfortunate looking, ” she stated. “ you're right. you do need new shoes. like . . . pronto. it's practically a fashion emergency. ”
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he's going a million miles an hour, blissfully unaware how utterly overwhelming his mere presence is for eric. " yeah, y'know, you'd be surprised how many people get annoyed when their favorite drink isn't in a fridge that isn't theirs. it's crazy, dude. you know you can use ebt on soda ? " and thank god, or the government, for that. he sighs, grabbing a coke from the fridge. it was kind of a basic choice, but, hey eric was a pretty basic guy too ! that's why minkyu liked hanging out with him, wondered what he could say to get a reaction out of the guy. " of course it doesn't. j stands for jihoon ! him and i are like bromies, so we get to share stuff all the time. but if someone else eats his stuff, he might get really sad and make a big mess everywhere. " what a funny, extremely sexy guy his roommate was. " anyway, wanna baby bird me a few sips of your coke ? i don't think i can commit to a full can. "
the eager look in minkyu’s eyes has eric sinking further and further into the center of the couch. never one good with attention, having minkyu’s undivided attention was a different beast on it’s own. “ you keep all those drinks in your fridge ? “ a skeptical look into the kitchen. he wasn’t sure if he even had anything other than beer in his own fridge. not that he was one to entertain often. “ um — a coke i guess ? not cherry … of course, “ he did not want to be on the other end of tem’s wrath. though she may be little, she was fierce. “ pretty sure your name doesn’t start with a j … “ his eyes narrowing for a moment. jihoon had actively chosen to live with minkyu, he must have known what he was getting himself into.
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「 ₊ ☆ ゚ jasmine tookes, she/her, cis woman 」 INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met natasha andretti of the rodani prowlers yet ? they’re one of the crew’s mechanics n actually go by athena. the thirty-one y/o is typically seen hanging arnd track one. allegedly they’re frm monaco n hv been w/ the crew for eight years. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl ! 「
𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔.
name : natasha andretti nickname (s) : nat, tashie alias : athena age : thirty1 birthday : september 2nd zodiac : virgo gender & prns : cis woman & she / her orientation : unlabeled hometown : monaco height : 5’9’ hair color : dark brown eye color : dark brown body mods : three lobe piercings + belly button occupation : mechanic ( rodani prowlers ) + luxury auto parts dealer crew : rodani prowlers education : bachelor's in finance + mba from the university of miami
𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 - 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘.
when did your first realize you had a passion for cars / racing? “ realize … “ natasha chuckles, like it’s an unfamiliar word. “ i don’t know if it was realized, feels like something that was just inside of me. it’s less of a passion that i have, more like something in my blood. something like the air i breathe, there’s no conscious thought in my mind about it. most kids spent their childhoods playing with the kids their age, going to school, having some kind of normal life. me ? i might as well have been birthed on that track. hell, i think i was meant for it, costed my old man a race the day i came into this world. first place he took me ? the damn garage … can you believe that ? taking a baby around the place, asking how long it would take to make a ferrari onesie. “ she shakes her head in dismay, fondness preceding any bit of exasperation she held towards her idol.
what car do you drive? how have your made your car your own? “ i’ve got a few, not to brag, of course. won’t mention most of them, because well … i’d hate to have one my babies tampered with, what with this growing divide in what feels like such a small city. most days, you’ll find me with my truck. dodge ram srt10. packs quite a punch and has some decent bed space. it’s handy, and practical, and sure … not that flashy, though the sound system is pretty killer. spend too much of my time out of the job transporting to be caught in something too nice, if you know what i mean. “ smile offered, gentle but tight - lipped in the end. of course, it would be terribly foolish to talk about her own private garage that housed more than a few luxury cars, wouldn’t it be ?
do you ever have the urge to swap positions? “ hell no. “ another laugh, glancing to check out her worn down hands. “ look, i’m confident. i’m sure i could be a model in some other world, and i’m sure it’s plenty fun and hard work in it’s own way. but … not for me. call it a sordid memory. “ she pauses, man that she spoke so highly of once coming down to something more human. a broken marriage, a broken family as a result. the influence a pretty face could have on a young and successful driver who liked the extra attention. “ as for being a racer … i’ve never thought about it. don’t know if that’s the kind of thrill i’m seeking. i’ve had enough adrenaline rushes being a kid on the sidelines waiting for my dad to get out in one piece. anyway … don’t think i inherited the racing kick from him, just the love for the game. the older i get … the more i start chasing the peace instead. don’t feel as calm as i do under than hood anywhere else. “
𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.
there has never been a still day in natasha's life. from the moment she's born, she spends her weekends on the sidelines, propped up to see her dad on the track. the only daughter of a prominent f1 racer, her birth coinciding with his first championship won. to her, the place she'd seen her father lift the trophy for the first time felt like home to her. 1976 monaco grand prix. granted, her time there is short lived, not exactly the place her mother envisioned raising a child. within the year, she settles for bologna, italy, just a fourty minute drive shy of the training camp.
she spends more time around cars than she does near books, managing to luck out in the education department with flying colors. her mind is only half there, homeschooled just until deciding she was ready for something as real as college was. by the time she's six, she's canvassed the entirety of the ferarri headquarters, daughter of their star driver treated like the brand's princess. at age seven, she foolishly points to a mclaren and says ‘that one’s my favorite!' rendering everyone speechless.
despite the grandeur of being behind the wheel, her younger self seemed to be more interested in tinkering around, asking silly questions and bothering the team's mechanics every day. they hand her a wrench one day, and tell her to have at on a retired car. she calls it whitney and demands ownership of her first baby when she finally settles down in miami.
a career in the professional racing scene made sense for natasha, practically bred into being one of them at the tender age of preteen years. her dad is her idol, her role model, and someone she was close to from the day she was born. but behind her rose-colored outlook lies a failing marriage, a husband with a growing ego and a wife that put her kids first. nat doesn't realize any of it until she walks in on her father ontop of a grid model.
her world is shattered, the man she knew suddenly looking unfamiliar. she leaves italy with her mother, bouncing around a few different continents before even she begins to search for stability. eventually, their relationship is rebuilt, a broken family still a family after all. but it never feels right to return, to take a place that harbored bad memories for her. school is an easy enough choice, and what better than the city on everyone's minds? she chooses something practical, even though her heart knows where she belongs.
lands herself one of the first permanent spots on the prowlers in the worst way possible: being a smart ass. she critiques and judges tigress herself at 23, hands in her pockets like she was better than anyone else. nat is almost shunned, or punched, she can't remember which direction the conversation would have gone until the last name was spoken out loud. andretti. if it isn't for the hushed whispers between tigress and mercury saying ‘shit, you know who her dad is?’ natasha thinks she could have sweetened the deal by showing off her private garage. it's amazing what a remorseful rich father could do for you.
𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔.
tba! but also anything. she's a longtime prowler, so friends/enemies/mentees/exes/the works!
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" i'll make sure to not overstay my welcome then. " he almost laughs, fondly remembering a time it happened to him. someone who seemed to think something simple was something more. was all of this his karma ? " well, in that case ... " he trails off jokingly, pulling her closer but not entirely making a move. it was a problem, he knew it. that laying in bed with her was comfortable and almost comforting. the story always spins the same way, a boy who never grew out of his youth reaching out for something he'd never have. he sticks around like a moth, flying closer and closer towards the light until it leaves him dizzy. it's reoccuring, something between a dream and a nightmare and eliana is the newest face he finds himself seeing when his eyes close. deep down, somewhere in his subconscious that brings him back to reality, he knows it's all in his mind. fun, simple, easy. all things minkyu has been known to be. special was never one of them. so he can only glance at them, eyes a little too hopeful in her embrace, holding her a little too much like all of this is something precious. " i'm getting some mixed reviews, you might be the first to not think it's a bad look on me, " he half-jokes. in another world, minkyu is sure he could pull off the brooding, tortured soul look with the bruise to match. but in this one ? even his eyes couldn't pull off something so jaded. " no, not really. i didn't get it in some cool way though, like i was in a fight or something. i was trying to help and i ended up getting hit."
"kicking you to the curb wouldn't be hospitable of me," eliana jokes, rolling her eyes playfully and leaning towards him. "we've got time for a round two. my schedule's not full till later," they add. it didn't come as a surprise that they were a social butterfly through and through, but beyond all that, eliana just hated hanging out alone. they needed to surround themselves with people at all time. they thrived in attention, not in silence. in a way, minkyu filled those moments of quietness for her, so again, why would she pass on that? what they had was clear between them. it's nice because it's fragile and simple, no expectations. while she lets people in physically, she would remain to keep them at an arm's length when it came to what's really swimming in her head and heart. there was no room whatsoever for that sort of thing. that was risky. sure, it would even easier if he didn't belong to the enemy crew, but at the end of the day, it's not like they're exchange crew secrets together. when they were together, that silly little rivalry didn't matter. in public, she would play her role. not in here, though, no. they pause at his question, trailing it again before they look at him. "no. it's almost faded. besides, a bruise adds some character. you sport it nicely." now if she was bruised, it'd feel like the end of the world, but she's not getting herself into fights. "did it hurt?"
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continued from @thr0ttle's answered ask ...
a cigarette dangles from mirae's lips, another vice that calms her until it doesn't. just as most things in her life, dangers are chosen for the fleeting moments of freedom with them. when she's on the road, she doesn't think she's ever been happier. destined to lose, destined to fail: her happiness has always been her downfall. there's freedom being on the road, a moment of peace in the suffocation, until the car comes to a stop and reality resumes its fatal awakening. silver. if mirae wasn't so burdened by her own pride and wrath, she doesn't think she would care. in her mind, what the thrill provides is far greater than what any recognition could give her. mirae didn't dream of being a winner, she only dreamed of making it to the end. but pettiness consumes her. the losses aren't her own, standing for something greater. standing for the divide between herself and everyone who she touched, drifting further and further down the totem pole until she crashed into the wall. luckily, that day hasn't come just yet. she can indulge jaeha, lose herself in the intricacies of a delicate craft. people thought racing was guts and speed. mirae thought it mirrored something more poetic. every race was a composition, rising in it's crescendos before fading into eventual silence. regardless if she won or lost, it ended the same way. even the greatest celebrations came to a close. would winning ever give her what she want ? it was an awful habit, running and chasing the things you'd never had, the things you'd never need. her lips purse at their elaboration, something between a scoff and a sigh escaping in between the smoke. i wouldn't have won it. maybe that's the point. she indulges jaeha in his questions, and she indulges herself in the car. " mechnically ? turns were too wide, timings were too off. he's a rookie, average boy in an average car. losing is to be expected. i hear it builds character or some shit. " eyes peer over to the boy who couldn't have been older than the legal drinking age, emotions high and angry expression painting such a pathetic picture. " once you lose the lead, it's not a race anymore. it's a climb. shame. he has awful endurance. " her eyes had been peeled on the black car throughout the last lap, watching the fire that was lost composure build onto itself. she smiles quietly, eyes closing as the air remained still between the two. " only way you can win is by leaving your heart at the start line. " mirae glances at her, elbows leaning to rest against the hood. " don't you know, jaeha ? i'm not programmed to close it out. "
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if it had been anyone else in this world, any person that mirae cared for beyond some superficial level, she would have turned her head away. she would sat and taken the brunt of him walking away, she would have kept the dispassionate persona that took place when even anger couldn't stifle a stronger emotion. when someone stepped too close, mirae would only find ways to increase the distance, saving herself from acknowledging some deeper, unsettling feeling when they inevitable left. she pushed, and pushed, and never pulled. except when it came to him. everyone had some kind of weakness, and it was almost suffocating to know elias was hers. it's the only reason that for once, mirae doesn't let the distance grow between them. the runner becomes the follower, and she hates herself for it. and she hates him equally for making her be the one to break out of the comfort she knew. " i want you to get over yourself. " a fond, burning heart doesn't seem to make up for the callous words. is he any better ? were they not just two sides of a dirty coin looking to hurt the other ? she's angry and hurt when she has no reason to. for all the hurt mirae dishes out, the universe balances by increasing her own tenth - fold. elias and mari. mari and elias. she can pretend to not care when she does. hell, she'd all put twisted the knife into her ex best friend the night of valentine's day. cold eyes burning into broken ones, tossing away something she once held close. she can't do it with him though. the passion and frustration seep through unwillingly, and the both of them know it well enough. mirae doesn't like when he pushes her and softens all at once, because it feels like her own game is played on her. " i'm not hungry. " she is, but she's stubborn before she's anything else. " suddenly, i've lost my appetite. "
elias can hear the clicking of her heels against the pavement and his first thought, even before the inevitable anger and annoyance actually hit him, is that she shouldn’t be running in those heels. (what if she got hurt? it’d be his fault for running away from her. she can handle it, they both know it, but he never wants to see her actually hurt.) of course he slows down slightly, just enough for her to reach him. mirae calls him a coward and though it stings a little, he knows she’s right. he’d rather leave the restaurant than have an actual conversation with her. but what is there to say? she hurt him (and mari, but that isn’t all that important to him at the moment), and then he hurt her. they fractured something already so fragile, but it’s not enough to break — it’s just as stubborn as they are, if not more.
“what do you want?” he doesn’t answer her question (he wouldn’t even know what to say), so he goes for the defensive route. elias could hurt her right now and mention he has somewhere else to be (he doesn’t), that he has plans with mari (why would he? they barely even talk), or that anything is better than being around her. but he doesn’t say any of that. he looks down at his watch and shakes his head, knowing her and knowing she’s probably been looking forward to this meal. “go back inside.” he motions toward the restaurant, his features softening for a moment, “it’s late. you need to eat.”
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noooooo i don't have a praise kink haha..... it's just a coincidence that my pupils turn into little pink hearts when you tell me i've done a good job 🥴🥴🥴
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" oh babe, if you're looking for someone to compliment you, i'd suggest dragging along one of the pathetic boys around here, " mirae grimaces. there was only a handful of people so unlucky to receive her praise, unusually those she felt close to in some kind of suffocating, unspoken way. chrissy, very fortunately for her, didn't fit the bill. " i'll go shopping with you though. i could really use some new shoes, " she adds, sighing and looking down at the scuffed red bottoms she wore.
♪ closed starter ; @wh1plash ♪ location ; undisclosed.
★ ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ “ do you wanna go shopping with me ? i really don't wanna have to go all alone. you know ? it's never as exciting. i need someone to tell me how pretty i look in what i try on. ”
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there's no absence of noise when minkyu walks in, body weaving his way towards the nearest table he could find, currently housed by a sole hunter. no worries ! he's starving and loves the company, taking a seat and loudly setting the bag on the table. " but these enchiladas are too messy to eat anywhere else. " he frowns, staring down at his opened and overfilled styrofoam box. " is it 'cause you want some, bro ? i'm down to share, but we have to kiss first. just on the cheek since i know you don't roll that way. "
♪ closed starter ; @wh1plash ♪ location ; undisclosed.
★ ꒰ 🏹 ꒱ “ you know, i'm not really lookin' for company right now. i'm better off on my own. can't you go somewhere else ? ”
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he's bothered eric in just about every prowler's - related setting, it's only fitting he eventually comes on over to the home that saw far too many people in it for entirely platonic reasons. he's a great host, he even put on a shirt just before eric knocked on the door and made sure his fly was up. and now, he's currently staring at the older with his metaphorical tail wagging. " oh, sure. what do you want ? coke ? pepsi ? dr. pepper ? fanta ? mountain dew ? sprite ? you can have whatever, just not the cherry coke. i don't want temmie to beat me up in case she ever comes over and i'm not stocked. you wanna just look in the fridge ? anything's free game besides the stuff marked with j. that's for me. "
📍 minkyu & jihoon’s apartment
⏰ a few days after valentine’s day
🗝️ closed starter for @wh1plash ( minkyu )
☁️ — situated in the center of the living room couch eric cannot begin to fathom how he ended up here. he knew the apartment was a frequented place by many other prowlers, yet he hadn’t spent much time here. despite his friendship with both boys, there’s fear in being alone in minkyu’s domain. no doubt the other would be in full ‘ minkyu mode ‘ … eric was already preparing to brace himself. “ soooo … “ he trails off eyes surveying the room around him. “ can i get a soda or something ? “
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" well i didn't offer anyway, " he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest like this silly title was all that he had left. whatever ! tem could keep her jaded views on kissing and the art of it to herself, because he was more than content with his other - worldly view of it, where everything was magical and the sparks were always flying. nobody seemed to fall in love as fast as he did, perhaps because the foundation of it was something he was never taught." bert nernie ? i've never heard of him, his name is kind of weird. " he wasn't allowed to watch children's programs growing up. instead he dissociated in the early mornings before school while everyone on tv cheered over the stock market opening. so he's stuck believing that tem is legitimately seeking therapy from a guy called bert, and that he's meant to follow suit. maybe he'd pass, something about a guy psychoanalyzing him sounded less fun than if it were a girl doing it. he eyes marzipan's temporary replacement and frowns." wouldn't people at your school think you're cool though ? that seems like reason enough. " he barely has one car, and tem has two. what a lucky duck she is ! when minkyu was college, all he had was a skateboard to get him to class. " oh, shit, really ? do i know any of them ? any enemy of yours is an enemy of mine ! " his loyalty stretches that far, though it may become flimsy if tem has some particularly attractive enemies. " oh, he's mad into me, which would be cool if he wasn't like ... a senior citizen. not really my type, i think. " he lets tem tug him about, like he isn't clearly the much larger of the two. an absurd sight at the very least. " okay, i flirt you, you run. sounds like a good plan. he's been asking for my number anyway. kinda don't wanna give him mine. you got any of your enemies phone numbers on you ? "
" we won't be kissing, so the person i kissed is now the master of the craft forever in my head. " not that she doubted minkyu's ability to kiss or whatever. if you kiss that many people you have to be good at it, right ? but she was looking for a romantic turn to her kisses, and minkyu didn't really seem like he'd be a good tutor for the ' get someone to fall in love with you ' part. she was absolutely not locking lips until she was sure they're the one. or at least, mostly the one. 1/4ths of the one. " oh, my therapist is, ummm. bert nernie. real famous guy. " did minkyu ever watch the muppets ? were those two muppets or something else ? whatever, she didn't have time to worry about that. her stomach's started rumbling, like a monster from the abyss demanding cherry coke. " this is my every day car ! you think i would put marzipan in a university parking lot ? she's too precious to have a parking sticker on her. " they could give the dip to a nariza boi, if they could get close enough. tem's eyes narrow as she inspects minkyu. " well, yes, i have many enemies. but they're not gonna take anything from me. alright, we'll leave that for another time. " shrug ! once again, the universe stops her from having the most fun possible. she loops her arm around minkyu's, more tugging than walking. " you think they'll give you the dip for free ? maybe they're into you. when we get to the register, start flirting to distract them, and i'll snatch the stuff and run. and you can keep the $5 that way. "
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there was something entirely unchanging about minkyu and his approach. if rejected, he'd ask again. if accepted, he'd ask again. his kindness had never been conditional, but rather something that seeped out of him and poured over the feet of anyone that stood around long enough. he almost half expects jet to say no, but it doesn't stop the question from remaining the same. he fades with the rejection and brightens with the approval, emotions written all over his face to be taken for granted. " cool, tequila it is then ! does it make you slutty too ? i know whenever i drink it, everyone becomes like twenty times hotter, " he jokes, though the truth isn't very far off. the bartender who's already grown tired of him lets out a sigh when minkyu loudly waves his body around, house liquor poured into two shot glasses and presented to the pair. " i like mine with salt and lime, that way it's like ... a game or something. like having a really shitty margarita, kinda. " he toys with the salt shaker, glancing at jet like he's looking for directions on something he already knows how to do.
the alcohol excuse is losing steam even in jet’s own mind. he is not nearly buzzed, tipsy, drunk enough to say yes to shots with minkyu. his head is honestly clearer than it should be for a guy who has been sat in a bar for… however long he’s been here. but sobriety aside, he says yes. the night has already gone off the rails in so many other weird ways – why draw the line at drinking with the prowlers’ prince ? he had smiled so wide when jet so much as agreed to hang out, maybe it’s worth doing something stupid to avoid that wounded puppy look that makes him feel weird. it’s something he’s seen before – that disappointment when jet says no. like a dog being scolded. it sits uneasy in his chest every time and with the amount of out-of-character decisions he’s making right now, there’s no telling what he’d do if confronted with that pathetic face. “ i’ll take whatever shots you order. ” he knows he can’t shoot whiskey with a straight face and would rather not risk being caught in a lie right now. “ i guess tequila is easiest to do shots with, at least for me. ”
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never so beautiful as to be a shooting star, something deserving of awe and wonder. she captivates, but for all the wrong reasons. closer to the likes of a meteor : broken and shattered pieces of something larger, made brighter only once it gets too close. is tania just another force she crashes into ? her eyes pull towards them, piece of her gravitating like all things in orbit do. a fleeting passage in the journey, attention given before mirae in her entirety inevitably drifts away. willing to become a hypocrite of her own accusations against a fellow teammate, for no good reason at all. what's one fleeting moment before the pull loosens, before mirae's fickle mind returns to it's normal path ? an inch closer, like gravity closing in on itself. tania plays coy and mirae plays dirty. there isn't an innocence to her, never has been. not from the moment her eyes opened and learned of this cruel world. yet she morphs into something close enough to it, a lion in gazelle's clothing : eyes that glance up in close proximity to them, a delicate hand that drags a nail against tania's jaw, a step closer that brushes bodies against all over again. " are you waiting on my word ? " the guise of purity falls, a smirk taking over mirae's features instead, and intentions written all over her face. " i'think i'll have what i want. whether i say it out loud or not. " the drink, of course. a glass of cool tequila is what has mirae leaning in closer. a lion who hunts its prey. a meteor that cracks into their world, eyes of thirst that gaze upwards. of course she doesn't have to say it. it's written all over her face. " but you knew that, already. didn't you ? "
she's always been a force to be reckoned with, this one. trackside, at 12welve, probably on the sidewalk of a random miami street — it'd make no difference. silver has a jut to her chin and a flame to her gaze that will have people looking. they don't always have to like it when she pulls their eyes up to hers. just like what she's doing right now — to them.
funny how tania can't find themselves to hate it right now, lips curling into something that could almost pass as amusement — and is that a touch of hunger there just on the edge? maybe — in the dim light. from this vantage point, mirae looks alight under the glow from the bar. she's the one in the foreground. a hum leaves tania's lips, eyes tracking the movement of her fingers. "yeah?" they say, slowly, "you're gonna have to use your words." there's a step forward. take another and their hips might touch. tania doesn't. instead, their fingers find purchase on the bar top next to mirae. they lean in. "tell me. what do you want? say it clearly." like this, they're now in the light enough that the yellow glow illuminates the sharp curve of their lips. who do you want, hm? "then maybe i'll get you that tequila. on the rocks."
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