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“Of course not he’s not here. Guy couldn’t even walk the last time I saw him. Pretty sure he got dragged to the ER or somethin’.” That was a lie. Reza didn’t know where the other was, nor did he care. The woman in front of him was pretty, but he wasn’t beguiled by it enough for him to follow her around like an obedient dog. Not unless she was into that, then they can act that out in bed, not in public.

His body stiffened when she pointed out what was wrong with him – with his magic – and stood straighter with clenched fist on his side. “I appreciate the concern, sweetheart. But I’m fine.” Reza pushed her hand away and took a step back. Great. Just his luck to bump into a witch that couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Literally. “I think I’m goin for a smoke, and since you’re here, wouldn’t want to intrude on you. Bye.” Reza waved his hand and flashed her a smile despite his annoyance, a bum already between his lips as he turned around and walked away.

It wasn't uncommon — several patients already had tried to charm her, whether it was because they assumed she'd be able to up their dose, or simply because they were lonely — she never knew, and she didn't really dwell much on it. Haylee was known for her patience and kindness — that's all she could give in return.

"And yet, he's not around here — you are." a soft smile played on her lips, as she traced her eyes over the wound.

She could sense that he was a witch, and if the spirits were correct, then he should've been healing a tad bit faster. Haylee moved an inch closer, so that nobody could overhear, "If you were fine, that wound would've healed exactly thirty minutes ago." she spoke quietly, eyes meeting his. "Would you come with me, now?"

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“You think it’s photoshopped?” Reza arched his brows. Chae’s throwaway remark stung a little. He never thought he would care what anyone said about him leaving, but apparently, he was wrong, which didn’t come as surprising as he thought it would be. He expected to find himself being in the wrong more often than not in the future too, seeing that he wasn’t great at navigating relationships without turning tail at the first sign of trouble. He still wondered if this was all worth it as Helia would say, to build bridges instead of burning them. But he supposed he should give it a try, seeing that he made plans to stay in Fenrir for a little longer.

“Well, you can come in and make sure it’s as real as they come.” Reza pulled Chae by his arm gently into his home, closing the door behind them. He then placed Chae’s hands on his chest while his own covering them. “See. Real, ain’t it?” Reza then let Chae’s hands go, taking a step back. “You can take off your shoes and make yourself at home. I wasn’t expecting you to come by tonight, so the house is a little mess.” It might not be as pristine as Chae’s abode, but it was still clean, sans a few books and magazines and knick-knacks that weren’t returned to their place once Reza was done with them. “Want something to drink?” He padded towards the kitchen. “Coffee? Tea? Something else entirely?”

Well, consider them both surprised that he'd turned up. After he'd gotten the text from Reza, the first thing Chae did after seeing it was throw his phone onto his couch and then proceed to try and ignore it for the next half hour, busying himself with cleaning his flat instead but he kept glancing at the phone where it had landed, wondering if there would be a follow up message or a phone call or if he should respond and how he should and had ended up scrubbing the whole of his bathroom floor with an old toothbrush in his frustration over it all. The next moment found him standing up abruptly despite the soreness of his knees from crawling across the tiled floor to now being here, outside of Reza's apartment with an equally frustrated and disgruntled expression on the young cursed witch's face that didn't shift when the door opened and there greeted him was a still damp Reza. Topless. Trouserless. Only a towel spared Reza the indignity of being completely naked so nearly the whole of his frustratingly attractive physique was on display.

Maybe it wasn't obvious that Chae's dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly as they observed this sight, or maybe it was. Somehow Reza was quite good at catching him, or maybe he wasn't as subtle as he thought. Regardless, what came next was a clicking of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and a tone of indifference, "I just came to make sure you're still here and you haven't disappeared again. That could have been a shop photo you sent," saying it wrong without realizing it, English being his second language slipping out at times.

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“Hmm, I don’t trust you with my hair, so no thank you.” Reza shrugged. With the way Evanora was, he wouldn’t be surprised if she did something unpleasant to his crown of hair. She might have his full confidence in having his back in a fight against the Gods, but not with his hair. They weren’t close like that, after all.

He was already calling for the bartender and ordered a long island iced tea, extra sweet, and asked the bartender to put it under Evanora’s tab, before turning his attention to Evanora. “Thanks, but I prefer to enjoy my drink instead of having it taste like the way you look, pretty.” He’d leave the brooding to Evanora and enjoyed his drink on her dime. “Besides, I like my drink to have those little umbrellas. They make it look fun.”

She arched her brows. "What else are we going to do? Braid each others hair?"

He wasn't her friend. Reza could absolutely never be anyone she could trust. He left, when he was needed most, and that was something she could never forget. Her mind almost always spun to that particular moment, when she looked for him and he had slipped through some goddamn crack.

Like a fucking cockroach.

Because that was all he was good for. Hiding.

A mocking scoff escaped her mouth, "Properly? Down the damn thing, Reza. It's not poison —" a beat, " — Although I can change that in a second."

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Reza glared at her. “Well, it’s the only fuckin’ cash I have right now.” That was a lie, but there was no way in Hell he was going to give anymore than this. If the fiver wouldn’t work, he could always resort to other means. Or he could simply ditch altogether. Who was going to stop him, anyway? He bet the participation was voluntary, and the lady was just being a bitch about it.

He arched his brows when Logan pulled out a few tenners and placed it on the table. “Someone’s been makin’ a fortune.” His tone was a little mocking, though Logan deserved it for trying to one upping him. Reza grabbed his fiver and slipped it back into his pocket before the lady decided to pocket it, together with Logan’s twenty quid. Served her right for being an idiot.

The lady straightened her back and fixed her cat-eyed glassed, pushing it further back until it sit properly on the bridge of her nose. “I suppose I can arrange something for you two.” To her credit, she didn’t give Reza the stink eye for taking back his money, but she didn’t spare him a glance and simply addressed Logan instead, which was fine by him. “I can’t force you to participate if you don’t want to, after all. But you’re welcome to watch our performance –”

“We’ll be sure to do that.” Reza cut her off and gave her a smile, before turning around and walking out of the dance studio, leaving Logan behind.

she scoffs as her colleague puts the bill on the table, resisting the urge to smack him for only offering that much money. by the looks of the woman in front of them, logan doubts that a small sum like that would win her in their favor. "really? you can't be bothered to pony up more than a fiver for our case? wow, wouldn't want you to break the fuckin' bank."

feeling irritated, logan pulls out her own wallet and adds a twenty to the bill on the table, hoping that should be enough to help their cause. obviously neither of them want to actually have to go through with this and while she doesn't necessarily agree with the ethics of bribery, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"you could call it a donation from an anonymous contributor." she suggests. "i mean, there's some kind of organization putting this performance on, right? you could say that someone wanted to show their support." she hopes it's a good enough explanation for this, otherwise she can see how the money might raise suspicious. that is, assuming the woman in front of them doesn't just decide to pocket it once they've settled the ordeal. she fixes the woman with suave smile. "what do you say?"

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Reza furrowed his brows, head tilted slightly to the side, wondering what that one thing was. He didn’t have the time to contemplate as a punch landed on his face, causing him to stumble backwards from the impact. The punch itself didn’t hurt as much: it was obvious to him that Chae had never been into a scuff. But it took him by surprised nonetheless, and he reacted as such.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for?!” Reza turned to glare at the other, only to be hit at other places one after another. His arms raised to shield from the onslaught of punches and shoves, steadying himself so he wouldn’t fall flat on his arse. That would be more embarrassing than getting hit in the park, he wagered. “Hey! Okay, I get it!” He tried to stop Chae without hurting him, trying not to throw his weight around and accidentally swing his fist at the lad. It was more difficult than actually swinging his fists, he found, and Reza had to commend himself that he didn’t simply give in.

Eventually, Reza managed to grab both of Chae’s arms and locked them on his side, breathing heavily from the effort. “Okay, I get it. You’re mad at me for leavin’.” He drew a heavy breath and sigh. Gods, he wondered if this was all worth it. How many times had he apologised since he returned? Probably not as many as he should, but it was plenty enough in his opinion. He glanced at Chae’s reddened face, and his brows furrowed as another heavy sigh escaped his lips.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, his grip around Chae’s arms loosened but not letting them go just yet. He didn’t want to get punched while apologising, after all. “For real this time. I’m sorry. For leavin. For bein’ selfish. For –” Reza took a deep breath, “– for everythin’.”

Are we good now? Chae gave a contemplative look, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he considered this while looking closely at the too handsome features of Reza, doing his best not to react to the gentle stroking of his thumb across the wet spots around his eyes. "Almost," muttered Chae softly, "There's just... one more thing," and without much warning, Chae planted his back foot behind him while swinging with right fist to land a surprise punch against the side of Reza's face.

Chae didn't even know if it landed at the place he had aimed because he was a bit too distracted now by the pain in his hand and he shouted out, "Aish! Ah! Why does that hurt me too? What's the point in punching someone if you get hurt too?" The poor young witch clutched his fist shakily with his left hand and gave Reza -- poor Reza -- another hit, this time it was more of a shove with his elbow, "And you!" His frustration now redirected at the man with full force, "Leaving and then coming back without saying anything! I was worried! After everything we've been through I thought -- I thought we were friends! With everything horrible that happened," his being kidnapped and Reza almost dying in the fray, "I thought something happened to you and no one knew anything. No one! Because you didn't say anything about where you were going! How can you be so selfish! I cried for you!"

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Reza’s smile grew wide when Harper finally laughed out loud, beaming as if he did something praiseworthy despite the topic of their conversation. He swatted Harper’s wiggly finger, pretending to be affronted by what was said, even when his smile said otherwise. “You’re got to make sure that you’d bring for both me and little fella.” He arched his brow, laughing together with her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Harper’s company that made it so easy to laugh, or maybe it was a little bit of both. Regardless of reason, he was enjoying his time here, and that was all that mattered.

He chugged down the rest of his drink before hopping off from the barstool, grabbing Harper by the shoulder and starting to walk out of there. “Come on, then. I better take you away before you change your mind.” He felt the buzz from his drink settling once the cold night air hit his face as they stepped outside without even a glance back.

harper laughs with her chest now, a flush of red to her cheeks that she would blame on the whiskey she'd been sneaking a shot of here and there for most of her shift. "i dunno, might be a little grave beside ya. somethin' like, here lies reza, an' here lies little reza," she grins, holding up her little finger. she bends it repeatedly in a wiggle, a grin so wide on her face, the corners of her mouth ached. "i'd bring you flowers every day, i reckon."

or, perhaps in thought, anyway. harper couldn't remember the last time she'd set foot in a cemetery or a graveyard. it'd been... too loud.

perching her elbows on the bar again to meet reza in the middle with a lean of her own, harper shrugs. "eh, i could. clock says i got fifteen minutes left an' it ain't like anyone's gonna miss me when they've got their tongues shoved down each other's throats." her head tilts this way and that with a puppy like consideration, then her back snaps straight and she claps her hands together with a childlike enthusiasm.

"c'mon then, before i'm needed."

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Reza huffed; his lips painted with a smirk as his brows arched at the bold remark. “Really now?” He loved how bold Ezhil was being, in a space where everyone could see how openly they flirted with each other instead of being hid away in the dark or behind closed doors like some kind of dirty secret. Maybe the artistic worldview allowed Ezhil to be bold, to be as eccentric as he wanted and not cared about what others who didn’t matter think of him. Wasn’t that what art was about? To freely express oneself without worrying about societal constraints? Then again, what did he know about such thing anyway.

He pulled Ezhil closer when his arm was brough around the other’s shoulder, fingers sliding across and played with the hair on Ezhil’s nape before settling on the shoulder once again. “I can’t wait.” Reza smiled, ignoring the eyes that followed them when his own glued to his newfound playmate. He wasn’t even paying attention to where they were going, only when they have entered one of the rooms that Reza tore his gaze away from Ezhil momentarily just to close the door behind them, the sound of it being locked was punctuated with a soft click. He took a few strides towards Ezhil and pulled him by the waist, kissing the other deeply and hungrily.

The grin remained, it was obvious what they were doing, something that made sense on the evening of the Pink Moon - had Ezhil known it was that. His eyes glimmered as his mind already flowed several steps ahead somewhere, eager to let hands explore a new body, find the creases, find the points of pleasure and the lines of muscle and fat. “Ezhilarasan Bharath,” he said, “But you can call me Ez.” His mother had named him: the most beautiful king of all. Back when she’d been so adoring of both her first child and her first husband, not knowing she wouldn’t have a second chance at either of those. 

Ezhil chuckled, his comment being met with a chuckle, drawing the other closer, as he’d intended. The pleasures of the body were great, perhaps among humanity’s greatest gifts, to burn brighter in the folds of their own - or another’s - body. He knew he would not even be half the artist he was if he hadn’t learnt about love and pleasure, if he didn’t follow his heart as often as he did, regardless of the consequences, unafraid of the chaos. “Hmm,” he mumbled, as he took his turn to whisper into Reza’s ear. “Maybe I’ll help you forget a better feeling was ever possible,” he whispered. He straightened his back and pointed Reza to a direction that led away from the crowds with his eyes, to rooms behind the gallery where artists worked on new art and the staff met. Rooms that were now mostly abandoned. He grabbed Reza’s arm and threw it around his shoulders, his own arm twisting around the other’s waist as he began to move them through the gallery, drawing eyes, but none for too long. “I’ll show you more art,” he announced. 

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“Even the nerdy ones? Like one of those science fictions. Those are related to your field, right? Kind of.” Reza gestured his hand in the air. “Fictions are sometimes rooted in reality, or some shit like that and what not.” He shrugged. He wasn’t an avid fan of reading books either, not anymore. Experiences that shaped him thus far had made him hateful of many things, and reading was one of them. it was a shame, he thought with pursed lips, seeing that he had loved it when he was a mere child, bright and innocent, as he listened to his father read to him. Reza turned his attention back to the other, sipping his drink. “Well, I guess to each their own, hm.” He shrugged. Who was he to dictate what Bijan should or shouldn’t read, after all.

Reza leaned forward when Bijan showed interest in his finding, eyes lit up and smile a touch mischievous without meaning to. “Sure, mate. I’ll cook some for you when I can.” He loved cooking for others. Act of service had always been how he showed he cared, and cooking was the easiest to impress people. “You still have the same number, right?” Reza took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, showing Bijan the old phone number that he had saved from years ago. He never got rid of numbers he had saved, mostly because it’s easy to keep tract of who’s who seeing that he knew damn well he had shitty memories of everything and everyone. “You think so?” He flipped his book back to his direction, pursing his lips as he read the scrawls. “Well, too bad her grandkids don’t appreciate her effort. But, like you said. Someone’s trash is my treasure.”

Bijan nodded. “I find it hard to identify with most characters in fictional books,” he admitted. Aside from ‘a Curious Case of a Dog in the Nighttime’ which one of his students had once got him to read, it was hard to find books that called to him. Usually he found inner monologues and character decisions so nonsensical that he’d rather watch them do that exact same thing but in a movie. “I enjoy learning new things,” he added. “And the world is still so vast, with so much I don’t know, it is easier for me to get lost in that than in a made-up story.” Biographies he didn’t mind reading, as long as they were from scientists. Though of course, rarely, Bijan snuck home some novel about gay love, as those were usually sweet enough to make him forget about all the things that didn’t make sense. 

The scientist perked up and nodded intently. “You are correct, and that is indeed a shame, but what’s the saying: one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. I’d love it if you could share the good ones eventually.” Bijan never made it a secret that he loved cooking. He spent a good amount of time making elaborate dishes, and most of the food he shared for iftar was home-cooked. He found that making it all also took his mind off of not eating. But once the Ramadan was over, he’d make sure to find if Reza wanted to share some of the recipes. “It looks like someone’s Nana really put in an effort to write it all down,” he said. “She must’ve loved cooking.”

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“An anomaly. Right.” Reza took another swig of his drink. “So you’re sayin’ that tio’s the best lead you’ve had cause he’s not white? Kind of racist of you.” It was a shallow jab, but he didn’t care. He was tired of the other’s yapping about Miguel’s murder, but he didn’t want to be the one to leave. It would seem like he’d lost, though Bodhi didn’t seem to know that they were playing. Hell, Reza didn’t even know what he was competing for, but he was for sure didn’t want to lose.

He propped his elbow on the counter and rested his head against his knuckles. “No.” Reza shook his head, heaving a heavy sigh. “Conspiracies aren’t really my thing, you see. I prefer a more hands-on hobby.” His eyes lazily travelled from Bodhi’s handsome face to his chest then to his hip then back up again, lips curled into a slow smile. “’Sides, if this is as big as you said it is, wouldn’t it make more sense for me to stay the fuck away from all this? I don’t want to end up the same as him, you know. I’m too pretty to die like that.” Not to mention that nobody would cry at his funeral, which was really depressing to think about.

Bodhi frowned, but decided since he didn’t know why he’d gotten the direction, it was better to ignore the comment completely. Instead he focussed on the other’s perception of his uncle, and that of the kidnappers. He refrained from mentioning the Werewolf part of it, which he felt probably had a great number of consequences, ones he was currently only theorising. 

He shook his head at the thought. “I don’t think your uncle was a decoy,” he stated. “If anything, he was an anomaly, a single number that doesn’t add up, that makes this whole thing even more confusing. However, he is the one person I believe was killed during the last two years that doesn’t necessarily have any relation to the murders, he doesn’t seem to be related to old Vikings.” It was a common occurrence: all those murdered had been of norse descent - white. But not Reza’s uncle. “Deaths are mostly without rhyme or reason, but murders are different. Your Uncle didn’t just get murdered, he was part of something bigger, the question is just what it is and where he could’ve been all this time. Are you interested in figuring that out for yourself?” he asked. 

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“Probably not.” Reza pursed his lips before heaving a sigh. Talking about Magic in its entirety made him bitter, though he tried not to show it on his face. Why wouldn’t he, when he felt like half of his being was missing because of the disconnected feeling with the spirits, especially when they were in abundance around him. Nishant wouldn’t understand, nor should he be subjected to his ire when the man did nothing wrong. Another heavy sigh, and he let go of such feeling, buried it deep within him so he could always be the idiot that everyone knew.

His eyes flickered toward Nishant, a small smile painted on his lips when he noticed the slight tinge on Nishant’s cheeks. How easy it was for him to tease the other. “Then you should come to my house soon.” Reza kicked the dirt with his heel when he walked. He wondered if he had a spandex amongst his clothes, or maybe he would be able to make up for it by wearing clothes that were a little to tight around the right places. That, he definitely had. “Tonight, maybe?”

His brows then furrowed together at the implication. Admittedly Reza had never thought of the implications of Helia’s action, realising once again the heavy burden Helia must’ve carried as the leader. It was a fleeting thought before it was gone again, however, believing he had nothing to do with it anyway. “I guess.” Reza shrugged. People were bound to forget about the death of others that didn’t affect them, anyway, so there was no point in agonising over it. He at least had the foresight not to tell Nishant as such, the man seemed to anguish far too easily. “Anyway, wanna head back? I’m feelin’ peckish.”

Nishant nodded. Perhaps that was the best thing about it, that Reza wasn’t reliant on Magic, though he didn’t know many witches who were, maybe getting goodwill from the so-called spirits took too much energy for most - aside from Helia. He never wondered what in his life he could possibly improve with magic. Maybe Reza was the same way. “That’s good, probably not the best thing to be, right?” 

Nishant blushed, unable to say yes to the request, thinking that perhaps his face showed enough that he wouldn't mind that. “Hmm,” he hummed, all he was able to do. He shrugged, he couldn’t remember any older men either, he was thinking about Reza in spandex right now. “Wouldn’t mind that,” he said. He actually thought they would watch the movie together, just the two of them, on the couch, snuggling. He had the wrong idea, but he somehow never felt like he would come back from it. He was in love, he wanted love. 

Nishant nodded, though it wasn’t just that. He bit his lower lip. “I think Helia was more afraid that like… people would start to question all of… well, the situation. Because of course locking someone up for no reason…” He paused, it happened everywhere, but it shouldn’t. And it certainly shouldn’t in Fenrir’s Wood. “Actually, maybe it’s sad… he died and he has few people to remember him.” He never wanted that. 

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Reza guffawed at the remark, his laughter filtered throughout the garage that it was a wonder that the Boss didn’t show up then and there to reprimand both of them. He did take a glance towards the Boss’ room that overlooked the garage, eyes moved rapidly searching for the Boss’ silhouette before returning to the conversation, catching Rex by his shoulder as he leaned in. “If I’m fated to walk through Hell for that image, I’m takin’ you with me, pretty.” Reza patted Rex’s shoulder before slinking his arms in front of his chest. “’Sides, don’t think I’m his type.” He shrugged. He didn’t know what the Boss’ type was, nor did he particularly care.

“Or his sister.” Reza arched his brows, his lips curled into a half smile. He didn’t deny the possibility, seeing that he had slept with almost half of the town growing up, either to have a bed to sleep in or simply for the fun of it. “They must’ve been bad in bed, or I would’ve remembered them.” He shrugged. Either that or boring. His eyes absentmindedly followed Rex’s movement, noting the veins on the back of his hand that extended to his forearm as he worked on the car. “Must’ve loved his family very much that he’s willin’ to drop everythin’ to come here.” There was a hint of bitterness in his voice, his lips pursed and brows furrowed together.

“Anyway, wanna go for a drink later?” Reza kicked his heel to the ground before making his way towards the car he’d been working on.

Rex let out a laugh. “Well, when he yawns, I swear you can see the star at the top of the tree, so I’d say it’s pretty far up there.” He didn’t have any real issues with his current boss – he hadn’t really interacted much with him, either. But the man was an authority figure, and that was enough for Rex to be instinctively on edge.

“That is so gross and messed up, and I can’t believe you’d speak those words with your mouth to my face here in my place of employment,” Rex shook his head in mock disbelief as Reza mentioned their boss’ hypothetical less-than-savoury habits which potentially included Reza’s own nighttime activities. Though it was Rex who had steered the conversation down that path, the mental image was not something he particularly relished, and was definitely not going to take the fall for that.

“I don’t know, man. Aren’t you, like, fucking his brother or some shit?” He asked, his tone teasing as he turned back to the car he was fixing, slinging the towel over his shoulder with a practised flick. “Apparently, to some people, family actually means something, so he might be one of those.”

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From Bijan to Chung-Hee: 🦊 for fairly intimidating

"Is it because of my size?"

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For Chung-Hee: what's your favourite thing about Chae?

Chung-Hee huffed and smiled as he turned his gaze downwards, hiding his softened gaze. what did he not love about that kid? "He's so stubborn and refuses to listen to me nowadays, even when he knows I have the best intention at heart. But I guess that stubbornness had kept him going all these years, so I can't really be mad at him."

"No matter how hard the world knocks him down, he always comes back up, stronger and more determined, defying all odds and proving everybody wrong." Chung-Hee pressed his lips together. "I also love that he is kind. It's so easy to be bitter in this world, but my Chae continues to stay kind."

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For Chung-Hee: ☂️, 💝, 💀

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

answered!

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Spending time together. It doesn't the activity is; whether it's cooking, cleaning, eating, or even lounging on the couch while watching some late night shows. As long as they are willing to spend their time in his presence, Chung-Hee will appreciate the Hell out of you.

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

Not very good 💀. He doesn't like jump scares and he thinks that his heart will go out any minute with all the built up suspense.

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☂️ , 🧳 , 🌙 (chung-hee)

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

Chung-Hee loves rainy day, especially when he gets to do nothing but enjoy a hot beverage of his choice at home, away from everyone else. He also a believer of an old Korean superstition that a rainy wedding day means the couple will stay happily married, since it coincidentally rained on his wedding day.

🧳 - What countries have they been to?

Chung-Hee has not travelled outside of Korea, since he has always focused on taking care both Chae and handling the Eun clan's affair. United Kingdom is the first country he visits outside of Korea.

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

Chung-Hee always tries to sleep on a fixed schedule, mentioning that he can't possibly stay up late given his age.

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For Reza: ❣️, 📱, 🎶

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Acts of service.

📱 - What social media do they use the most?

It is canon that Reza has an OnlyFans 😏 He also has Instagram and Tik Tok that he posts a lot of thirst traps.

🎶 - What’s a song they really like?

Reza's music preferences are greatly influenced by his tío growing up, so he listens a lot to The Police, The Clash, and Sex Pistols even now. If he has to choose his all time favourite, it would be "I fought the Law" by The Clash.

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New - what would you do if you won the lottery?

"First off, I won't be tellin' nobody that I've won the lottery. Don't want no lost relatives suddenly showin' up at my door wanting a piece of that dough, now do we?"

"Next, I'd probably disappear from town again. Maybe for good this time, hm?"