QUO TINCTA CRACKED
Hoseok rubbed his hand together and cracked his neck, he positioned his hand over Jungkook's eyes and then closed his own. "Be gentle," Jungkook half-smiled, closing his eyes. "Just relax, don't fight it," Hoseok put his hand on Jungkook's shoulder and Jungkook nodded, taking a deep breath, "Close your eyes."
"Supernatural creatures and padded foam don't make good friends," Taehyung answered, scooting up on the counter. "Would it kill you to get cushions for this thing?" The steel was cold beneath his back, even through his hoody. He looked over at Namjoon who just gave him a nod, then he climbed up onto the table and laid down, Hoseok put a pillow under his head and Jungkook adjusted it. "Not funny." Jungkook walked to the table, hesitant. "No, this isn't mentis bellum, you'll be fine, relax." "Wait, are you serious?" Jungkook was alarmed. "I kid, lay down on the table," Hoseok motioned towards the surface. Jungkook looked as if his eyes were about to pop out of his head. "Don't be, I've only ever killed one person doing this." "You look worried," Hoseok noted Jungkook's apprehension, he just nodded at Hoseok. The younger looked on edge, like he was about to turn tail and run. The door opened and Namjoon walked in followed by Jungkook. Taehyung shook his head, smiling, "You should write a book." "She was a tyrant, but she taught me a lot," Hoseok spoke fondly, "She reminded me of my mother. "This woman sounds like a great time," Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Same voodoo witch doctor," Hoseok smiled, looking up at the corner of the wall, daydreaming, "She often turned me into a frog if I pissed her off." "Do I dare ask?" Taehyung asked, flicking a piece of dangling entrails off the side of the table. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I was green." Hoseok wiped down the table with a cloth, rubbing extra hard over a caked-on spot of frog guts.
QUO TINCTA SKIN
"If this turns our skin green, I am going to hurt you," Taehyung smirked. He turned to help Hoseok transfer the mess from one surface to the other, wondering what the hell all this shit was exactly. "I have the balm ready, excreted the final gland last night," Hoseok mentioned, holding up a vial of putrid green liquid he lifted from the counter.
Taehyung noticed the collection cups from milking the curmlings were gone, "How's the cream coming along?" "Saw dust," Hoseok repeated, agreeing, "Yes." "Saw dust," Taehyung grimaced, wondering why the hell he even grabbed it from the fruit bowl. Now they just taste like," Hoseok strained to come up with a comparison, "Like." He tossed the core into the trash receptacle, stopping for a moment to stare down at it, "I used to love apples." "Morning," Taehyung walked in taking the last bite of his apple. He needed to pin a sticky note on the door to remind himself to clean up once in a while. What a mess! He shook his head as he walked over to the table to clear his experiments off, setting stuff on the counter. Hoseok turned on the light in the lab as he entered. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating and he kept having to wipe them off on his pants. The clock on his nightstand read eight-forty, just twenty minutes until he was to go down and see Hoseok. Jungkook paced in front of his bedroom window, glancing out to watch as Seokjin climbed into his car, then coming back a second pass to observe him pulling out of the front gate.
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